Donny was a dummy.
There was no other way Ivy could describe her brother. Well, no, “dumbass” and “dipshit” also came to mind, but she loved the oblivious bugger, so she would save her real insults when she was talking to his face.
“You are a dipshit, Donny,” she very seriously told her brother.
Like now.
In the beginning, his naivete and cluelessness had been cute, back when he had started to notice girls. They had all thought he would get a clue at some point, but her paternal twin just seemed to continue on being an absolute thick-headed dimwit.
And the dude was eighteen years old by this point, for fuck’s sake!
If only he had the balls to go along with his obliviousness, he could have confessed his crush on their best friend, which would have made all of this trouble irrelevant; Tami had, if anything, MORE of an unsubtle crush on her brother than he did to her.
Which, actually, reminded her to curse her out too.
“And you are a dumbshit, Tami!” Ivy hissed with aggravation.
Mind, she didn’t live with the girl, so she didn’t have to put up with HER fantasies and hopes for her brother, but after five years of this shit, she was just about tired of it all the same.
Standing five feet seven inches, her brother turned out to be shorter than even Ivy, even if it was only shorter than the national average. But the self-esteem problem this brought messed with his ability to properly look at himself. He was built, he was blonde, he had blue eyes, he had a baby face and he was built. Her brother, despite his height, attracted the female eye, and yet he honestly believed he had nothing to bring to a relationship with a woman!
Tami, who was a long-time friend of theirs of some Asian descent, was almost as bad.
But in the opposite way.
She was tall, standing at an inch over six feet. How, when her parents were of Donny’s height, they’d never know, but she had been all but begged to be in the women's basketball team. She had not because she had a love for American football, and she was about the only thing that made the school female football team function, but that meant she also had a huge self-esteem problem with her self-image.
She didn’t think there would ever be a guy alive who’d want a girl as tall as her. That she wasn’t desirable! When she was fit as fuck, had a firm muscled ass, an exotically pretty face, good-sized breasts despite her physical activity, and the most sensuous voice ever!
She made even Ivy look at her!
Which is why she could not endure one more second of this. Of them awkwardly standing around after one of their games, making sure that their compliments to each other wouldn’t be taken wrong and tip-toeing around their own attraction to each other. Of looking longingly at each other’s backs when the other didn’t think they were looking.
Of confiding in Ivy about their feelings and never taking her advice to just bite the bullet and confess.
This shit was ending right the fuck now.
“What did I do?!” both Tami and Donny asked, hurt at the sudden verbal attack from Ivy.
“Waste five fucking years of my life when one of you could have just confessed to the other that you liked them,” Ivy groused, making both eighteen-year-olds look at her and almost look at each other.
“I-Ivy, it’s not like that,” Donny tried to say, sounding as though embarrassment was about to kill him.
“Why a-are you saying that right now?” Tami attempted to speak at the same time, trying to not flee the scene.
“Wait,” they both uttered at the same time as something struck them.
“The other?” they asked, morbid curiosity and reflex making them stare at each other and see what Ivy had always seen, a weird fucked-up reflection of themselves.
“Y-you are surely just saying that, Ivy, r-right?” Tami asked in a small voice as she looked at the dreading embarrassment on Donny’s face.
“I-I mean, did you put Tami up to this?” Donny then asked, automatically going to the worst interpretation and alternative that he could find.
But Donny didn’t look like someone who had been the unwilling part of a joke and Tami wasn’t acting like someone putting on airs for his sake.
Maybe, there was a chance…
“TALK TO EACH OTHER! GODDAMN!” Ivy screamed, making them both flinch.
“D-do you really feel that way?” Tami beat Donny to the punch, sounding fragile as she said it.
“...yes,” Donny confessed as if he were putting out a limb to be chopped out, making Tami’s eyes go wide as her hand went to her heart, “Do…do you?”
“I…” Tami breathed in before she closed her eyes and looked away.
“Yeah,”
Donny’s jaw dropped as he looked at his best friend in a new light.
“Do…you want to hang out sometime?” Tami shily asked, looking at Donny from the corner of her eye, “You know, to talk things out?”
“I-” Donny said as his mouth suddenly went dry, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Thank you!” Ivy interrupted this sweet moment with her hands in the air, the relief from breaking from this drama bathing her like a waterfall, “Now go!”
“What, where?” Donny asked, Tami tilting her head in confusion.
“‘To hang out’” Ivy said, making finger quotes, “God knows if you don’t you’ll somehow convince yourselves that you hallucinated this moment or some shit like that.”
“But...” Tami attempted to say.
“No buts, nothing. GO!” Ivy commanded with a stern voice, looming over her best friend and brother alike until they got up and…went.
It was only once they started walking away that Ivy sagged. A sad smile appeared on her face as her brother, finally finding his testicles, gingerly tried to grab Tami’s hand. And the girl, finding the male attention she so viewed outside of her reach, shily allowed him.
Unlike Ivy, her brother had something to offer Tami. And unlike Tami, everyone was out of Ivy’s reach.
Being born a girl with a pecker bigger than most guys and a pair of male nuts was a hard deal to shake.
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“Ivy, you are an imbecile,” her brother was telling her a few weeks after that.
“What did I do?!” Ivy asked, hurt at the unprovoked attack. All she had done was “chaperone” her brother and his new cute tall girlfriend when they hung out at Ivy’s house. For some reason, all of their parents believed that was enough to keep things from getting inappropriate but, ah, Ivy didn’t give two squats about their “purity?”
If the moans she had heard were anything to go by, those were already gone anyway.
“You gave up on your crush on Ivy so that I could have her,” he authoritatively said, pointing a judgemental finger at her in a way that she found awfully unfair; She had never confessed that to anyone!
“You don’t know that!” she tried to argue but the look he gave her made her feel stupid.
“...ok, how do you know that?” Ivy asked instead, hoping to pop a hole in whatever logic he had instead.
“Ivy.” Her brother sighed as he palmed his face, “I’ve known you for all my life, and I’ve seen how you looked at Tami.”
“That proves nothing,” Ivy said, putting her chin up with what dignity she could muster.
“You look at her ass like I look at her ass.” Donny countered.
“Girl’s got a fine ass, so what?” Ivy replied.
Donny just looked at her.
“Whatever, I had a crush on her, you happy?” Ivy asked, feeling some tears start to well up on her face.
She was happy her brother could have what she couldn’t. Why was that not good enough?
Sighing, her brother turned around and said a phrase that sent dread down Ivy’s spine, “You heard her, right Tami?”
And then, walking in like the queen she had turned into, was Tami.
Her hair had been cut short. Apparently, her brother liked her at her tomboy-est, but she otherwise was wearing a short skirt that Ivy was sure she had put on after she had left her parent’s house, a sleeveless shirt that hugged her upper body tight, and enough make-up to make her seem a little a whore.
That last one was a thing that Tami did on her own, surprisingly enough.
“Yeah, I always suspected,” the tall Asian girl admitted with a small smile.
“Oh God, kill me noooooow,” Ivy groaned as she held her face behind her hands. Was…was this revenge?
She had done something good for them!
“So we agree then, right?” Donny asked, making Ivy stop her self-pity to look at her brother. What was he talking about?
Taking a deep breath, Tami nodded her head and simply said, “Right.”
And then started to take her shirt off.
“W-woah, what’s going on here?” Ivy asked as the shirt dropped on the floor, revealing the sports bra that kept Tami’s perky tits in place.
“Well, I thought it was unfair, really,” Donny started to say as HE also started to take his clothes off, “That, for helping us get together, you had to give up on Tami.”
“So he, um, convinced me to do this,” Tami continued as she took a hold of the band holding her skirt around her waist…and pushed it down, revealing racy black panties hiding her straight pubic hair below.
“W-well, what is this then?” Ivy asked, her eyes glued on the girl she had fancied for so long that she had convinced herself that she was simply obsessed.
“You’re…gonna have me,” Tami answered, her face flushing as she didn’t look Ivy in the eye.
She didn’t stop undressing though, reaching towards the bottom of her sports bra with her hands and, in one smooth motion, pulling it over her head.
Leaving her topless.
“I tested her out for you,” her brother, with not an ounce of shame to his name, smirked at her while getting halfway naked. The little shit couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye for long just a few weeks ago!
“Is this really happening?” Ivy asked herself as her eye roamed the body of the girl she’d wanted. She eyed the swells of her abdominal muscles, each hill in her pale skin being roughly hewn from years of athletic activity. She admired the way her breasts hung in the air, having had the opportunity to look at them in the school showers before but never being able to openly ogle them!
And, just as she was stretching those delicious thin panties to let her finally see that beautiful slit…Tami stopped.
“Ivy,” Tami said, disapproval in her voice.
“What?!” Ivy screeched with pent-up frustration. The authoritative look Tami gave her, however, made her back off.
“What?” Ivy tried again, bearing the quickly coming onset of blue balls.
“Why do you still have clothes on?” the tall Asian girl asked and Ivy blinked as she looked down at herself.
“So I am going to be naked for this?” Ivy dumbly asked, feeling stupid as soon as the words left her mouth.
“I mean, if you want to fuck with your clothes on, I won’t say no, but-” Tami said, her tone clear that the decision would be met with disappointment.
Ivy lost her clothes so fast that she almost ripped them off.
Standing at five foot eight inches, Ivy was a somewhat svelte blonde with a good-sized pair of tits and tight, but noticeable, ass. There was a healthy layer of thin fat around her stomach because she wasn’t a sports freak like Tami or her own brother, but she did have single-D tits, and being able to win a hip bump war against Tami meant that she could be proud of her womanly assets.
It was the ten-inch long cock standing proud that was the problem. As well as the fist-sized testicles below it. There was a reason why she always wore a towel during shower time in her school.
“Better,” Tami said with a small smile as she continued stripping and letting Ivy see the most beautiful pussy she had ever witnessed.
“C-can I take a closer look?” Ivy asked, her fingers twitching to do something she had always wanted to.
“Yeah, ok,” Tami said with a nervous chuckle as she looked away but stood rigid as Ivy inched forward.
There were thick and straight curls around that slit. And nary a fold like on the porn actresses that Ivy watched. Simply put, Tami had never had the sex for her body to develop the pussy lips that “experienced” women had.
Itching closer, to the point that an inch would allow Ivy to touch Tami’s pussy with her nose, she took a few whiffs of her cunt.
And then sighed contently as Ivy tasted that aroma in her mouth. It was clean—no fishy or yeasty smell to be found. But oh, it was musky.
She smelled young. She smelled sweet. She smelled fertile.
“Can…can I?” Ivy asked without really asking, her eyes going to Ivy, who stiffly noted, and then to her brother, who was masturbating the thickest donger she had ever witnessed. He sported an extremely wide chub; it was six inches even, almost perfectly average, but its girth was such that Ivy simply couldn’t have closed her hand around it if she had tried.
