My twin sister Janelle and I grew up very close. We grew up on a farm, moved several times with my Dad's promotions and ended up in a small town for high school and everything beyond.
Every time we moved to a new town, I wouldn't even bother trying to make new friends; I really didn't have to. I would just wait for all the guys in the school to check Janelle out, develop insta-crushes on her and eventually they realized I was her brother and thought, as most anyone would, it would be a good idea to become friends with me to get closer to her. It was natural; she's 5' 6" or so and around 110 pounds with nice sized tits. Her ass was a thing of perfection in both shape and dimension. I'd spent many days wishing she wasn't my sister so I could spend a day or ten exploring that body.
Of course, they eventually found out I was pretty cool in my own right and I could very easily sort out who I wanted to hang out with and who I knew were the assholes after one thing they would never get. I say never get because as this unwritten process went on, I would fill Janelle in on who the cool guys were and who to steer clear from. She could always take care of herself and I was big enough that no one would ever dare try anything more than what she wanted for fear of either myself or those I became friends who usually became very protective of her because they did like me so much. It was really a great deal for both of us. No secrets were safe between my sister and I as far as guys and girls at school but we only shared them between the two of us so everyone told us everything because we didn't have reputations as "talkers".
We bounced around through five different schools between our move from the farm after 6th grade to our last move to where we ended up in high school. In that time, we were often subjected to my fathers' obsession of buying worn out, tired houses with a dream of fixing them up himself and selling them at a profit. This almost never happened, by the way. But in the attempt there were many showers and bathrooms without doors, single-sized bedrooms with 2 or more beds, or other annoying living conditions that sometimes leant themselves to allowing me to catch glimpses of Janelle's growing bodily assets. She was always beautiful, but when she started to develop for real, it was hard for me to find a lot of other girls good looking because I subconsciously compared them to my sister.
The moves I mentioned were actually good for our relationship but wasn't so good for our grades and overall general behavior. With my Dad working literally all the time on either his sales job or whatever house he was trying renovate and my Mom having her hands more than full with running a business of her own, no one was left to monitor what we got into and what we got into fairly quickly after our first move was partying.
We had a full bar my Dad had built at the farm for bridge parties, barn parties, you-name-it parties that we hosted quite a bit. When we moved the first time, all the wine and liquor and mixers were all put into a wardrobe box and stored in the basement of our new house along with fifty other boxes that had stuff from our big farmhouse that wouldn't fit in our ranch-style subdivision house. I was looking for my collection of comic books so I could reprice them and sell them for skateboarding funds when I came across that wardrobe box. That was the beginning of our partying days and the end of my straight A's days.
We started having so much fun getting wasted every other day that summer, we really didn't do much else. I was skating and hanging out with a bunch of good-spirited pranksters that got into a lot of trouble without really getting into trouble and Janelle was in the yuppier crowd that spent more time talking about their girl stuff than anything. That's how it went for the next few years and next few moves...I'd stopped skating but kept on partying and she kept on with the yuppies and we'd merge the two in the two in the middle whenever we could so we could impress the yuppie girls with our ability to take fun to its limit without actually doing anything harmful and hook up in the process.
When we got to high school and knew we were pretty much done with the moves, we did our thing, made friends quickly and picked up the partying almost as quickly. We had made friends faster there than anywhere we had been and there was a much easier gap to cross between her crowd and mine because the school we went to was so small. My Mom was still busier than most people should be with her business so we had our run of the place most of the time and we took full advantage.
All that led up to one night that I'm still not sure if either of us regret or if it was something that just happened...
We were seniors toward the end of the school year. Both of us having recently turned 18 (obviously) and knowing our high school party years were very close to being behind us, we had people over one night when my Mom was closing and wouldn't be home until very late. There were probably 20 people there, all playing drinking games or smoking weed in small groups or just talking out on the deck. We lived out on a lake (not ON the lake...across the street from it) and it was a very clear, very warm night. We'd all been there a few hours and most, if not all, were pretty wasted when we got the phone call from my Mom saying she was on the way home.
Janelle and I freaked out equally about how we were going to get everyone out, all the beer cans picked up and the smell of smoke (both cigarette and marijuana) out of the house in the 20 minutes it was going to take for my Mom to get home. Everyone being used to the drill, getting the people out was no problem. We were done getting the beer cans picked up and were looking in the corners and hidden spots for stray cans when the phone rang again. It was my Mom again to tell us she was going to go have a few drinks with her friend and was going to crash over at her place and would be home first thing in the morning.
Janelle hung up the phone and flopped down on the couch. "Wonder where everyone ended up...Mom's not coming home now." she told me.
I set down my garbage bag full of cans and sat in a chair opposite my sister. "Man, even if we knew where they went, I'm too fucked up to drive..."
Janelle had a short burst of laughter at my comment, "No shit, I'm fucked up from the ground up myself!" she said, making herself laugh all over again. She always did claim to be a little more messed up than she actually was. A lot of people in our high school did that for some reason...I never could explain it.
"Ah well, at least we had till 1...coulda been worse, she could have called at 10 y'know?" I said trying to make both of us feel better.
