Arthur Henderson hated his half-sister. He hated her so deeply that he would skip breakfast so that he didn't have to see her lily-white face across the table. Why did he hate her? Because she was white. The science of genetics was an unknown field to him, but somehow, his black father and her white mother had created a nearly white daughter. The only difference between Destiny and her mother was that she could tan without burning but she seldom did that. Destiny hated him as much as he hated her.
Add to that the fact that she was perfect. She was a straight A student, varsity cheerleader and head of student council and had packed more living in her 18 years of life than he had in his 20. Her body was also perfect, not that he spent a lot of time looking at it. Her breasts were huge, a generous C cup and her waist tapered into a nice juicy bubble butt, a hallmark of her black heritage. Her skin was clean and unmarked by pimples and her crimson-streaked brown hair fell in perfect waves around her angelic face. God, how he hated her!
This morning, his hatred was at its highest point. She had caught him stealing money, money that his dad owed him but was unwilling to pay him since he'd left the garage door open and the snow blower had been stolen. His father had been in the shower and his mother downstairs fixing breakfast when he'd done the deed. He had forgotten to check and see if Destiny was gone, too. She wasn't. She stood in the doorway, watching him take three twenties out, fold and stuff them into his pocket and quickly replace his father's wallet.
"Arthur! Destiny!"
When his step-mother called them, he knew he was in trouble even before he lifted his eyes to see Destiny standing there. "You're in big trouble!" Was all she said. And with a flounce of her cheerleading skirt, she skipped off towards the stairs, leaving him numb. Then, the shower went off and he swiftly left the room before his dad could catch him and with heavy feet, clomped down the stairs and sat at the kitchen table.
"Whoa! To what do I owe this honor?"
Arthur gave his step-mother, Anne, a smile. She had been a wonderful mother so he couldn't be angry with her. "Just hungry, Mom."
"Well, that's always good." She kissed the top of his head and began making the plates, dishing out fried potatoes, bacon and scrambled cheesy eggs.
His gaze swung to Destiny, who was chewing on a slice of bacon, a wicked smile playing on her face and his stomach dropped again. His dad would be livid. He might even throw him out of the house. The money felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.
"Good morning, everyone." Bill Henderson's voice boomed into the room and he immediately demanded and got a kiss from his wife, giving her robed ass a smack. She laughed happily, pulling her blonde hair back. "Hey, Anne, you didn't happen to take any money out of my wallet, did you?"
"No, hon, but it's a good idea."
His father laughed, his eyes turning to his son. "Son?"
"No, sir."
"What? I couldn't hear you."
"No, sir."
"I did it, Daddy." Arthur was glad that his father was staring at Destiny or else, he'd have noticed the look of amazement on his face. "Sorry, I needed it for the yearbook. Today's the last day to order one and I didn't know if you'd be out of the shower before I had to go to school."
"Oh, that's okay, baby girl." Bill patted her hand. "Every senior has to have a yearbook."
"Yes, Daddy." She finished making her bacon and egg sandwich, wrapping it in a napkin. "Time to go. Bye, Daddy and Momma. Bye, Arthur."
Arthur worked the tasty fried potatoes in his dry mouth, gulping with great difficulty. His sister was up to something. He knew it as surely as the hatred that boiled in his bones. *****
Destiny ignored him the rest of the week. Their parents left for Aunt Matty's house on Friday, with plans to return on Monday, so that left them alone in the house over the weekend. He was playing video games when Destiny sashayed into his room, a huge smile plastered on her face.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"I need a date."
"So? Go call one of your little flunkies."
"Why do you think I'm here?"
Arthur turned around and glared at her, putting his game on pause. "Des, I'm not one of your flunkies."
"Yes, you are." She smiled her sweetest. "Or Dad finds out that you're a thief."
"That's blackmail."
"Whatever." She checked the edge of one of her fingernails. "I still need a date."
Arthur huffed, already knowing that he'd have to say yes. "Where are you going?"
"
We're
going to a party. Jennifer Chamberlain's having a grad party."
"Two months early?"
