My sister and I had always been close. Only a year apart, we had been inseparable since grade school. Of course, there was a friendly rivalry between us, one which she often came out ahead on despite my year long head start. She was the brains of the family, and I was the butt.
At least, that’s how we joked about it, given how “well endowed” I was. A natural beauty by my junior year, strawberry blonde hair that I kept shoulder length, brown eyes and light freckles, with a bust and ass that left little to be desired.
My sister, Elana, for the most part inherited the same looks. She adopted a different style: hair longer, often braided, opting as well for wide-rimmed glasses where I chose contacts. She tended to dress more casually as well, a hoodie and a pair of jeans for every occasion. Beneath all that her own assets were slightly less gifted, though only just, I often noted.