Kermit looked up at the massive house in front of him, inadvertently gulping at the sight of the place. This wasn't his first visit to the Davis family house, but that had always been under much, much different circumstances. He had come here during the day, often to help with schoolwork or, occasionally, just to hang out. But this was not that. Not by a long shot. There were cars parked down the street on this warm June night. There were lights, loud music he could hear from a block away, and so many people. A who's-who list of their high school royalty. And for some reason, him.
Kermit Green, a nerdy son to a pair of nerds, so named because they had their first kiss while watching the Muppet Movie. He was a math geek that spent his spare time playing games and watching movies. He shouldn't have even known that this was going to happen. But here he was, about to walk into this disaster waiting to happen. In his hands was a trio of presents, each wrapped in different colored paper. The humble offerings of an innocent young man.
After accepting that he was as psyched up as he was could possibly given the circumstances, he began to walk again. However, he stopped once again, this time to fuss over his appearance. Kermit was far from having a dream bod. The most he could claim was to be tall, standing 6'2. However, he was pudgy. Not fat, but some extra weight that was obvious, especially when removing his shirt. His face was...alright. It wouldn't be gracing the covers of magazines anytime soon, but it wouldn't be driving babies to tears either. In front of his hazel eyes sat his thick pair of glasses, only adding to the nerdy appearance. Finally, there was his dark brown hair, always a touch messy. He was dressed in slacks and a button up. Casual, but he still looked nice.
Knowing there was little he could do now, he made his way to the mansion, stepping onto the property like a criminal, dangerously aware of how out of place he was. But he couldn't let that stop him now. So he made his way past the first few gazes from windows in order to reach the front door, knocking loudly to be heard above the ruckus. It didn't take long for the door to swing open to reveal a man that was, in many ways, Kermit's opposite. His tanned skin, sandy blonde hair, and athletic build all wrapped up in clothes that looked tailored made for him.
"Kermit," he said with a smile, a smile that was so bright and disarming that it had made the bigger teen question his own sexuality when he first saw it. "Come on in," he said, making room.
"Thanks Christian," he told the friendly younger man as he entered the house filled with people and music. Christian was the fourth child of the Davis family; the younger sibling of the ones this party was actually for. "How are you-"
"Down the hall. They're in the main room. Can't miss them," he interrupted. Christian had a goal in mind, one that required not wasting Kermit's time. He had to usher him along towards the real focus of the night. Knowing the nerdy man wasn't the most aggressive, he had resolved to give him a push. Several, if that's what was needed.
Kermit looked a touch sheepish. Of course he wanted to move on, but he considered a Christian a friend. Just leaving him felt rude. But he could do so with a clear conscious due to how he was being egged on. "Thanks," he said, heading off through the entryway and down the main corridor.
When he hit what could be considered the main room, he found the nexus point of the party. People, dancing, music, and (hopefully) non-alcoholic drinks. For the introvert, it was nearly too much to bear. But before he could get blown away by the teenage cacophony, he found himself faced with one of his goals. And it was quite the face indeed.
"Kermit," Rose said happily, wrapping her arms around his massive form. He did his best to awkwardly return it, though he could only manage one arm as the other was supporting the presents. But she made the hug brief, unwilling to drag it out too long, lest other guests become jealous. So she stepped back, letting him get a full view of her, a sight he made sure to seat into his mind.
Rose Davis was, to put it mildly, a goddess. She had been blessed with good genes and a desire to maintain her incredible physique. Starting at the top of her 5'11 frame was her long, silky smooth blonde hair that cascaded down her back, stopping about halfway down. Her skin was a beautiful tan color, one that was incredibly natural, though that never stopped her from engaging in a bit of sunbathing. Her face was flawless, with sparkling green eyes and full, incredibly kissable lips. Her figure even more to die for. From her full, perfect, G-Cup breasts to her rear so big that it would stick out in any outfit she tried, her body was basically built to tempt anyone, man or woman, into desiring her. Then there were her long, flawless legs and similarly immaculate arms. But what escalated her even farther was nothing to do with her, but her sisters. Rose was one of three identical sisters. And you better believe the others were just as drop dead gorgeous as she was.
"Happy birthday Rose," he said, giving something of a dumb smile as he got a look at her. This curvaceous woman was clad in a beautiful silver dress, one that showed off some cleavage and was tight in all the right places. She also had matching silver high-heels, bringing her up an extra three inches, making the two the same height.
"What the hell is this nerd talking about?" an outside voice chimed in, breaking the momentary connection between the two. A large guy stepped up, a dismissive look on his face as a few other followed. This was clearly the ones Rose had been talking to before she caught sight of her friend. "This is obviously Sierra," Damien declared, standing next to her with a smug look of victory. "You'd know that if you arrived on time. They told everyone. Sierra in silver, Rose in red, Bianca in black." Damien, like many young men there, was a popular kid at their high school. He also was one of the men hoping for the slimmest chance with any of the Davis sisters. Finally, he never understood why the sisters even tolerated him breathing air as them, much less enjoyed being around him. Overall, he had a perfect score for conformity.
As some similar mocking teases rose up from the others, Kermit took a hard look at the girl in front of him. While he was hardly some expert on the sisters, he had always been able to properly identify them. And there was no doubt in his mind that this was Rose. But it wasn't in his nature to pick a fight. And if the sisters themselves had declared this alliterative identification system, there was obviously some reason behind it.
"Sorry Sierra. My mistake," he said. But he was angled in such a way that he could give the girl a wink with no one else seeing it. And even if they could, they weren't looking at him anyway. They were all too focused on her. But his tone and actions made it clear that while he had verbally relented, he still knew who she was. He didn't need her to tell him that he was right. However, despite his observance, he had no idea the effect that his successful identification was having on the silver clad bombshell.
"It's no problem. Happens all the time," Rose added, continuing the facade. But before she could get another word out, there were two more voices, these ones identical to her own.
"Kermit, you're here," said Sierra, her black outfit coming into view as she appeared at Kermit's left side.
"Ooh, you brought presents," Bianca cooed at the three objects in his hands. She completed the set in her gorgeous red clothing.
