TWINS
Matt and Brittany Henderson were identical twins were twins, both 18 years old, going into their senior year of high school. The twins had always gotten along fine, they never really got in the way of each other or fought. Being identical twins, their faces were very similar, but builds were a bit different, as Brittany was two inches taller than Matt and had always been more athletic. Brittany was 5’9 and Matt was 5’7. Brittany had always been able to beat Matt at sports growing up, but they never made much of it. Matt became a good cross country runner in high school and did very well in class, but was never as social. Brittany was the captain of the cheerleading team, and had done gymnastics her whole life. While Matt was content with being just a nice guy who didn’t do much socially, Brittany was the stereotypical cheerleader. She was known for her blonde hair, big boobs, and poor grades. Brittany would usually be seen in high heels, mini skirts, and low cut shirts. Guys at school would unashamedly stare at Brittany’s boobs, and she knew it.
Everything had always been fine between Matt and Brittany – that is until their senior year. There was already some bitterness built up, when Brittany had a huge 18th birthday party at the end of her junior year, and she didn’t invite Matt. He was upset for a while and then kind of got over it.
The next thing to cause tension between the two was their job situation. Brittany had been working at a coffee shop for just over 3 years at this point, and had been promoted to evening manager. When Matt couldn’t find a job during the summer, his parents told him that if he wanted to run this year, he needed to find a job before school started. The coffee shop was his only option. He applied and his own sister offered him a job as a bus boy on the same evening shift that she managed. He was desperate, so he took it. Now not only was she his boss, but he was at the very bottom of the seniority chart. He had to go through four baristas and then two assistant managers just to get to her. His sister even had her own office.
Dinner that night was interesting. “So Mom and Dad, did you hear Matt got a job?”
“Wonderful! Where?” Their mom asked.
“At the coffee shop…” Matt said hesitantly.
“Yeah, guess what! I’m his boss! I make over twice as much money as he does. We’re kind of like you and dad now, mom.” Their mom is the senior lawyer of the largest law firm in Florida, making around 450,000 dollars a year, while their dad had works part time at a local greenhouse for over 20 years, though he still makes only about 8 dollars an hour.
“That’s alright Matt, each year your mother makes more every week than I do in a year!” Mr. Henderson didn’t even know what it was like to wear pants in the relationship. He did all the cooking, cleaning, and housework while Mrs. Henderson makes the money and is the family expert on cars and hardware. Mrs. Henderson is several inches taller than Mr. Henderson is, while they’re 5’11 and 5’7 respectively.
“Dad how much money do you make?” Brittany was curious.
“About 8 dollars an hour.”
Brittany giggled, “Dad, that’s what Matt makes too! I make 17 dollars an hour!”
“That’s great Britt! This is kind of like when you were 13 and I realized you were taller than me.”
“Yeah and then you bought me those high heels for the father – daughter dance at church. I was the only girl there who was taller than my dad.”
Matt sat silently for this conversation. He was shorter than Brittany too. He hated though. He had never really said anything though.
“So Matt, are you going to call me boss, now?” Brittany giggle, “Oh and you’ll love it, I wear high heels at work because it adds to my image of authority.”
“How is that different than normal,” Matt glared.
“You’re going to have to have a good attitude about this, Matt,” their father lectured, “Brittany is your boss now, you have to do what she tells you.”
Matt’s first day of work went okay. He was trained by one of the assistant managers, a girl named Lindsay who was a junior at his school. The other assistant manager was a girl named Anna, who was also a junior. His three bosses were his twin sister and two younger girls. Also, Brittany wasn’t joking about the high heels, they put her over 6 feet tall. Matt was intimidated by his twin sister.
With been going on for a couple months now, Matt was having a great year, besides the new job. He had a class with a girl named Katie, one of Brittany’s best friends. Katie was a cheerleader with Britt, and was very cute. They had never really known each other before this year, and they hit it off well. They soon developed mutual interest in each other, and Matt asked Katie out on a date.
The next day Matt and Brittany were both at home, and all hell broke loose. “So Matt, is this true what I hear?”
“What do you mean?”
“Date with Katie Lewis? What the fuck? She’s like my best friend…”
“So, what’s the big deal.”
“I don’t want you seeing her.” Brittany snapped.
“What are you going to do about?”
Brittany got up and walked toward Matt. She stopped an inch away from Matt’s face. Brittany was already two inches taller, and now she was wearing 4 inch high heels, making her 6 inches taller. Matt was eye level with her chin. He had never really thought about a physical confrontation with his sister. She was clearly bigger than him, with all her years doing gymnastics and cheering, she lifted weights everyday. Brittany outweighed Matt by nearly 40 pounds of muscle.
“Scared?” Brittany pushed Matt, knocking him over.
Matt noticed Brittany’s upper body, now. She had broad, muscular shoulders and thick, toned arms. Brittany flexed. A softball sized bicep leapt out of her arm. Matt knew she was stronger than him, but he didn’t expect this. Matt had always been self-conscious about his spindly arms and 115 pound weight.
“You just look like a fucking dyke.”
Brittany lifted Matt off the ground by his collar. “What did you say? You little ass hole.”
“You heard me.”
Brittany dropped him and shook her head. Next thing Matt knew he received a devastating upper cut to his gut, doubling him over. When he finally looked up, Brittany delivered the hardest punch he had ever felt, right to side of his face, knocking him to the ground.
“Fucking twerp.”
Matt laid on the ground with a swollen eye, watching his twin sister walk away. This blonde, big-breasted cheerleader with high heels and manicured nails just kicked his ass.
Matt still went on his date a few days later with Katie, telling her his black eye was from running into a door. Katie was built like Brittany – an inch taller at 5’10, with brown hair and a nice rack. Katie was wearing jeans with high heels and a pink shirt that showed excellent cleavage. With her heels, Katie was about 6’2…like Brittany, towering over Matt. He knew she was way out of his league.
“I like that I’m taller than you, I think it’s cute.” Katie’s ex-boyfriend was the basketball star, who’s about 6’6. “I always got sick of kissing up.”
Matt smiled, looking up Katie’s soft lips, covered in lip gloss. Matt didn’t want to say, but he had never even kissed a girl, and he had never practiced on a girl who’s lips were level with his forehead.
They had a nice dinner, and when Matt dropped her off, he walked her up to the porch. They were both thinking the same thing. As they hugged, Katie leaned down and Matt looked up and they kissed long and passionately.
When Brittany heard that they had kissed, she was furious. She knew exactly how she would retaliate.
The very next day, Matt was walking around school and saw something that caused him to double take. Little flyers all over the place advertising a huge party that Brittany was throwing the next Saturday, with the main event being a fight between and Matt and Brittany Henderson. He knew every popular person in the school would be there. He was doomed.
Everyone was talking about it all week and placing bets and hyping it up. Matt tried to avoid talking about it at all. All he wanted to do was flee the country and not have to fight his sister.
Come Saturday night at 7 o’clock, there were over 100 people at the Henderson house. By 8, everyone was in the backyard, chanting for the fight. Knowing he couldn’t back out, Matt emerged from the house in running shorts with no shirt – scrawny as ever. People cheered and giggled. A few minutes later, out walked Brittany in a bath robe. She ripped off her robe, to reveal a skimpy red bikini. Matt had forgotten what she looks like in a bikini. To go along with her broad shoulders and muscular arms, she had a defined six pack and her huge boobs.
They approached each other, and stood face to face. With Brittany being taller, his eyes were just an inch from her face, staring at her mouth. He felt smaller than ever.
Some football player announced the rules. No ball shots for Brittany, and they fight until someone is knocked out – unconscious.
“What?! Unconscious?”
Everyone cheered. “Yes, unconscious.” Brittany smiled.
“Let’s get it goin’!” The football player announced.
The twins backed away from each other and put their fists up. Matt swung wildly once, but Brittany dodged it. Brittany’s first punch was a powerful blow to Matt’s jaw, knocking him to the ground.
“Do you want me to knock you out now, or do you want to get up and keep fighting?”
Matt got up.
As soon as he got up, Brittany delivered a left-right combo, knocking him to the ground again. The blood started, as mouth was bleeding now. Matt still hadn’t connected. He got up again and she sent a wicked blow to his gut, and he bent over. While bent over, she delivered an uppercut to his face, lifting him up in the air and putting him on the ground again.
Matt was now bleeding from his mouth and his nose. Brittany wound up, leaned back and jolted Matt with a mind-blowing strike to his right cheek. Now with a black eye, Matt slowly got up, badly fatigued.
“You can have one free shot, Matt. Right here.”
Matt delivered an awkward right jab to Brittany’s cheek, not even affecting her. She got right into his face. “That was weak, Matt.” She pushed him to the ground. As he was getting up, she delivered a wicked left hook, to even out the black eyes. He laid on the ground now, his face bloodied and swollen.
With one last attempt, Matt stumbled to his feet. With no mercy, Brittany pounded Matt’s face with 3 left right combos, leaving him wobbling, with several knocked out teeth. Finally as the last punch of the fight, she wound up and put her whole upper body into a fight ending blow with her right fist that broke Matt’s nose and left him unconscious. Someone drove Matt to the hospital, where he stayed for one night. He ended up having 2 black eyes, 5 teeth knocked out, a broken jaw, a broken nose, and a concussion. Brittany was left with hardly a scratch. The fight didn’t even mess up her makeup.
Brittany gave him a week off of work to recover from the beating she gave him. They sat down one afternoon. “So, you’re going to do what I tell you now, won’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“Because, now we know what happens when you don’t.”
“Yeah…”
“How do you feel about some ground rules? Not that you really have any choice.”
“First of all, you don’t speak to me, unless I ask you a question. Is that clear?”
“Yeah…”
“Second, you will paint my nails every 4 days. Clear?”
“Yes.”
“Everyday when I go outside to lay out, you will rub on all my tanning lotion and give me a full body massage, including feet. Clear?”
“Yes.”
“To make sure that you don’t go behind my back and try to become stronger than me, these are your rules for eating and working out: you will now be a vegetarian, with limited amounts of protein, and you will run 3-5 miles a day, and lifting weights or gaining weight is strictly prohibited. Clear?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go paint my nails. How does a nice burgundy sound?”