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I’m Melinda, and my sister- my twin sister- is Melissa. At times, we absolutely can’t stand each other- we’ve gotten into a fist fight or two, actually, and too many screaming arguments to count. But that’s normal for siblings.

We were reflections of each other. 48D breasts, round juicy asses, think black hair, slightly tan skin, hazel eyes, and one beauty mark on a cheek (Melissa’s was on the right, mine was on the left).

Even after seventeen years, our parents still mix us up. Which we don’t mind too much., but you’d think they’d know buy the beauty marks or something. But either way, for twins, we’d like to think that’s pretty normal. We can get along, too- also normal for any siblings.

My sister was more vain than I- as a cheerleader, it was almost like it was in her job description or something. She spent at least an hour everyday on her hair and makeup. Meanwhile, I’d take maybe ten minutes to brush through my hair and put a little bit of eyeliner on. She went all out though. Eyeliner, mascara, brush, red lipstick, and lots of foundation for the hickeys that were on her neck so often none of the family asked about them anymore.

That’s what usually set us apart, that’s how Mom and Dad knew who to call who. But when We got home, first thing Lissa did was wash her face and apply a little eyeliner like I had done for the whole day. That’s when it got difficult for my family.

We didn’t dress alike, at least not as far as matching outfits. Though I’m not to vain, I’m proud of my body and have no problem with displaying it. My sister and I both like wearing low cut tops and short shorts. We coordinated our outfits like that, we’d both wear tube tops and miniskirt one day or low cut shirts with short shorts and leggings, stuff like that. Melissa usually took it a step farther than I did though, she’d cut the tube tops even lower than they already wear so the tops of her areolas were exposed and things like that. Or she’d wear a miniskirt but no panties.

I wasn’t a virgin, but I felt no need to be a complete slut like she did. She said it was a cheerleader thing, and I assumed she was telling the truth since one day the entire team came in with see through white t-shirts, no bras, and miniskirts so small they’d’ve had more covered up if they wore ribbons around their waists.

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“Lissa!” I yelled up the stairs. “If you don’t hurry the fuck up we’ll be late!”

She came prancing down the stairs just then. “Calm your self the hell down, Melinda. We’ll be there on time. Tory actually wants everyone to be a little early today.”

I rolled my eyes. Tory, the captain of the stupid cheer team. My sister was second in command, but whatever Tory send was law.

I slipped on my sneakers and headed out, not bothering to wait for my slowpoke sister.

The school is only four blocks away. As we walked, Melissa caught up with me, clicking along in heels, we talked and joked.

No sooner than Lissa saw Tory did she leave me with a little wave in my general direction. I just rolled my eyes again.

“Melinda!” I heard behind me. I spun around, smiling inwardly as my boobs shook. It was James, my “friend with benefits,” as he liked to call himself.

He put his arms around me, his hands immediately dropping to my ass. I didn’t really understand why we didn’t just go out, I mean, I’d lost my virginity to him anyways. But he had an on and off girlfriend. Apparently, right now they were off.

“Hi,” I said, my arms reaching up and going around his neck. I smiled up at him, tilting my face back to get a good look at him. He leaned down, and his lips pressed against mine.

Our lips parted at almost the same time. Our tongues danced together.

I heard a little cough behind me. I reluctantly pulled away from him to turn and face the whoever decided to interrupt us.

It was Tory. Followed my her minions. Including my sister.

Oh, did I mention that his on off girlfriend was Tory?

“What do you want?” I said.