Lets's go
From Create Your Own Story
You wake up, just like any other day, a Saturday, a boring day. You crawl out of bed and stare sleepily into the mirror. The guy staring back wis, in simple words, average. Nothing out of the ordinary for your run of the mill college age male. You yawn, arms stretched to the ceiling. You glance at your alarm clock, 9:34.
"Damn" you say
You most likely missed breakfast, your family usually eats together around 8.
Your family...all 5 of you.
Your mother, Amanda; she's in her mid 40's but is healthy and fit enough to pass for someone five or ten years younger at times. She's kind, if not a bit strict, but it's always been apparent, weather intentional or not, that you're far from her favorite child.
Your little sister, Dakota; she's still in high school, and is as much of a brat as always. Being the youngest has its perks and she uses them to get away with anything she can.
The twins, Brittany and Alice; they're your age, but always try to treat you like a younger sibling. It's almost like they're joined at the hip. They go the same places, like the same things, and give you the same headaches.
And then you, the sole male of the house since your father was kicked out for being a cheating scumbag. Mom never took interest in finding anyone else so that left you alone with an overwhelming amount of girls.
You look around the room, yawn once more, and notice the rumbling of your stomach. Seems like you'll have to fend for yourself. You open your door and look down the second floor hallway, noticing Alice standing outside the bathroom door.
Alice, and Brittany as well for that matter, are with no exaggeration needed, gorgeous. They're tall, thin, and curvy with perfect blonde hair. Alice is a bit more fit, on account of her days running track, but other than that, the only way for someone not used to them to tell the difference is the blue streak Brittany has in her hair.
"Daaaakooootaaaaa, opeeeeen uuuuup! I've got practice in like, a half hour!"
You watch Alice as she pleads with the bathroom door, rocking on her heels. You can't help but notice how her toned ass jiggles in her short-shorts, being accompanied by an old tank top, the same stuff she always sleeps in.
Distracted, you notice a bit too late that she saw you in your doorway.
"Earth to dumbass, my eyes are up here."
Shit she noticed
Not waiting for a response she scoffs and returns to her begging.
