My sister was a geek. There was no other way to put it. She wasn't ugly, don't get me wrong. In fact, she had the potential to be smoking hot, but she never wore make-up or did her hair. She always had her face buried in a book, and hid her eyes behind huge glasses. She had recently gotten her braces taken off and now had a fantastic smile that she hardly ever showed. I never knew how big her tits were, since she always wore ugly sweaters. The same applied for her ass, which I only got to see once, when our parents dragged us to the beach for a family vacation. She adjusted her towel and I caught a glimpse of her round, nicely shaped backside. Her brown hair was always a knotted mess, sometimes tied back in a ponytail.
I, on the other hand, capitalized on my good looks and had my way with just about every popular girl in school. My brown hair was always spiked to perfection and I showed off my sparkling smile at every opportunity. After working out for all of my high school years, I had developed a toned body, and my skin was a solid bronze due to my frequent visits to the tanning salon. The girls loved me, and I loved them, but the whole routine was getting old. Every weekend, I'd hook up with the same type of girl, it'd seem. Lots of make-up, slutty clothes, easy to take home...
It was getting rather boring. I needed a girl that would be a challenge. A girl that didn't want anything to do with me. A girl I'd have to work at.
My birthday came early in the year, so I was beginning my senior year of high school already 18. My sister and I were twins, so she was 18 as well. It was about two weeks after our birthday that my fantasy about hooking up with a challenging girl came to life in a way that I couldn't have predicted.
I was sprawled out on the couch, watching some TV after dinner. My parents had gone out to eat, and it was just my sister and I at home. The phone rang, it was my sister's friend, Dana. She was fat and ugly, but I flirted with her a bit to make her feel good. She seemed nervous talking to me. I went up the stairs to my sister's room and opened the door without knocking. She was reading on her bed and I tossed the phone to her. She shot me a dirty look and shooed me away.
I didn't listen and snooped around her dresser as she talked.
"Dana, I'll talk to you tomorrow. My brother's being an idiot. Yeah, see you."
She hung up.
"Get out of here, Ben."
I smiled and dug through her drawers.
"Or what?"
"Get out of there, you jackass!" she yelled. "Why? Do you have something dirty in here?"
I answered my own question as I pulled out something I would never expect to find. A g-string, the sexiest I had ever seen.
"Put that back, now!" she screamed, her face reddening.
This was too good to pass up. I stretched it out and looked it over.
"Well, well, well... which cheerleader did you swipe this sexy little number from? Was it Ashley? Erika? I think I remember Erika wearing something like this..."
"It's mine, now put it back in the drawer and get out of here."
I raised an eyebrow.
"This is yours? Yeah, okay."
She jumped up and tried to take it from me. I laughed and held it above her head.
"Give it back or I'll tell Mom!"
