I sat at the breakfast table, staring at the off-white sheet of paper before me. My jaw hung open, as I was utterly mystified by the writing on the page. The paper didn't have some special chemical formula for growing a bigger penis, nor did it have instructions for how to talk to a girl to get laid. With those things, I was still on my own. Nope, it was just a report card.
My eyes drifted down the page, passing my name, Ray Davis, and moved down towards the grades. My heart dropped in my chest. In my mind I heard the repetitive, monotonous symphony as every note was a plain B. Once again I pulled it off, without trying mind you. B's in all five subjects, just like every semester. Sometimes I hated a teacher, and cut class fifty percent of the time. I got a B in those classes. Sometimes I loved a teacher, and I attended every class. I got a B in those classes too. Sometimes I even went to tutoring for classes I needed help in. Without fail, another B.
Now let me get this straight, there's nothing wrong with getting B's. In fact, I think a B is a rather good grade, considering D's are acceptable in some places. The problem is that I've gotten nothing but B's since I started high school, and now I'm twenty, keeping it real at the local community college, and I've yet to get an A, or a C, or anything else for that matter. When most people are in school, they tend to do well in some subjects, and tend to fall a bit short in others. But for me, I was eternally average: a jack of all trades, if you will. Hell, even my height was average, at just under six feet. Sadly, I just wanted to be good at something, or even bad at something. Not just average, I wanted to break the mold.
My sister Elizabeth sat cater cornered across the table from me, still dressed in her pajamas, or what she considered to be pajamas. She wore an enormous bright pink t-shirt, which was loose enough around the neck to display some of her ample cleavage, and long enough at the bottom to keep the mystery alive. Was she wearing panties? I've yet to answer that question. She had long, flowing, sleek brown hair that reached down to about the middle of her back, and matching deep brown eyes to complete her soft toned face. She was almost a foot shorter than me, and extremely beautiful.
She looked up from her own report card, and leaned over the table to see mine. As Elizabeth leaned, I got an incredible view of her cleavage. "No way," she gasped, leaning further towards the paper. My dick twitched: anymore and I'd definitely catch a look at her nipples. "All B's again? Are you some kind of robot?" I snapped back to reality: out of my lust, and into the shitty B world.
"I don't know how; it seriously happens every time." I'm solemnly sighed.
"No kidding, any more B's and you could open a honey farm." She responded with a giggle.
"Well, I'm done. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm quitting school." I decided I'd had enough. I just wanted to have one subject I was good at, or even bad at. I wanted to be unique, special, not just another cookie on the tray. I wanted to have my own color, and texture, and taste.
"What are you talking about? Plenty of people would love to make straight B's. Sure A's are nice, but lots of people make straight C's or D's, or even F's! Hell, I've made my fair share of D's." Elizabeth and I were really close, and whenever I was feeling down she always tried to pick me back up. Usually, I'd try to return the favor in some way. I decided to give her an ego boost.
"Whatever, that's bullshit." I said. "The only D's you've ever had are right there on your chest." It was most likely true, since Elizabeth was freakishly smart, and probably made A's like I made B's. She smiled at the complement, and leaned in even closer. My eyes darted down to gaze at my eighteen-year-old sister's glorious tits; her puffy pink nipples just cresting over the loose t-shirt fabric.
It may seem wrong, but we were just messing around. We had always been very close, and grew even closer during our parent's devastating divorce. Sometimes we would tease each other, but we never got serious about it. Still, this nip slip was just what I needed to break my miserable mood.
"Bro," Elizabeth breathed right in my face, "you're perfect just like you are. You don't need to get A's to prove that you're smart. I know you've got a good head on your shoulders."
"It's not about being smart." I said. Since she was opening up so much for me, I decided I should open up a little for her. "I just don't like being such an average guy. I've got nothing I'm good at, nothing I'm bad at, and no defining features. I'm just another average Joe."
"That's not true!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "You're a great guy. You're smart, funny, kind." It was a pleasure to see her trying so hard to make me feel better, but a pain to see her so worried for me. I decided I should cheer up, more for her sake than my own. I didn't want her to worry about me.
"Thanks Lizzy." I said. "You always know just what to say." I still harbored a bit of turmoil deep down, but on surface I felt much better. I loosed a small white smile for her, and to my surprise she jumped across the table she had been leaning over and enveloped me in a crushing vice-like hug.
"Don't ever think you're not special." She whispered. "You're the most special person in the world to me." I didn't know how I was supposed to respond to that, so I just held her tight and we hugged for several moments. I felt her breast firmly planted against my chest. My dick started to perk up, but if she noticed, she didn't say anything. Finally, she spoke again. "Are you sure about quitting school?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I'm just not happy going there. They make me feel so mediocre. The only upside is I get to have you cheer me up each semester." Elizabeth giggled, then released the hug and sat back in her chair.
"Well then," she said, "if you're not going, I'm not going." My jaw dropped, painting my astonishment clearly for her. "Wherever you're going, I'm going too."
"But you just finished high school," I responded, "and you're ultra-smart. You'd do great a college. And you weren't even going to community college, you were going to go straight to university!"
"Exactly, I was planning on going to whatever university you were since you just finished up at community college. Now that you're not going, I don't want to go either." She finished. Wow, I really didn't know what to say to her then. It looked like she really wanted to stay by my side, but then I realized what her plan was.
"Nice try, you almost got me." I smirked. "You thought you could get me to go to school by making me think that if I dropped out, you'd drop out too. But it's not going to work this time Lizzy. I don't even have a clue what I should major in, and I really am miserable in school. I'm not going."
"I know. I don't think you should go to school if it's that awful for you. That's why I'm staying with you, so we can both be happy. No way am I going off to university without you, and no way I'd force you to go if you won't be happy there." Elizabeth ended her speech and I just put my head in my palms and sat in thought for a moment.
