End of Junior year in High School: Peter

"Anything you can do I can do better; I can do anything better than you."

I hate whenever my sister sings that song. It means that she managed to get one over someone, usually me. This time she spent all of ten minutes gloating. She really isn’t better than I. She just lies and cheats all the time. The problem is that our parents, our teachers, our class-mates and everyone else think that I am the cheat, and not a very good one at that. Mary and I are in the same year. We are NOT twins. She is gorgeous. I’m no great specimen of a man. When Mary wants to really set me off she calls me her little sister. Mary is born in January and I in December which makes her the big sister. Something she never tires of reminding me. She is the most popular girl in school, cheerleader, girlfriend to the next Quarterback. Anything you can think of she’s got it, or to be more exactly, stolen, lied or cheated to get.

She has convinced my parents that I’m unreliable and lazy. As a result I wind up doing most of the work at home and she gets the credit. When I try to protest my parents rebuke me for lying. She copies my homework and then tells my teachers that I copy her. I just can’t win.

It’s not only me. Mary is evil. She will stop at nothing to get what she wants. There was another girl that was more popular than Mary. “Someone” started and led a hate campaign on social media. Things got really nasty. It ended by Betty and her family moving to another town. And that was not the only incident. I could go on and on but I have no evidence … I just can’t win. I’m not that evil and you can’t be that devious without being evil, can you?

End of Fall semester senior year: Mary

Sunday morning should be great but not this one. Nothing goes my way any longer. I should be preparing to go the mall with my friends. No such luck! I will have to spend Sunday morning studying! Our History teacher did a “statistical analysis” of the texts of my papers and found that it really was my little brother that wrote them and then got him to hand in his work early and deliberately introduce errors in the version left in his computer, i.e. the version I appropriated … Things got bad after that. Before I caught on some other teachers did the same thing. They couldn’t really prove that I cheated but things have got complicated since. I actually have to WORK for the pitiful grades I get now. My friend Lucy claims it all was Peter’s idea but the sniveling little brat, while a nerd, isn’t that smart. Or …? Thinking back I’m not that sure any longer. I thought that the unfortunate incident with my brother not switching off his phone when speaking to our mother as I came into his room to rub his face in one of my more successful tricks I played him. Thinking back he kind of goaded me into bragging. Well, the bottom line was that my credibility with my parents isn’t that good any longer which further limits my freedom. At least I don’t have to see Pete that much since he started spending time at the gym. Not that aerobics and ballet will make him any more of a man (evil laugh).

In school things aren’t going that well either. SOMEONE is spreading lies about me. About how it was I that destroyed Betty’s life and so on and on. Lies, all lies! True lies but all lies! How the hell did they get hold of my old files? I thought I had deleted them. I HAD deleted them! I know I did before off-loading my old computer on Pete when I told my parents I needed a new one.

Well, I’m still the Quarterback’s girlfriend and a cheerleader! No, that’s right, this really is a shitty Sunday morning. Taylor, the head cheerleader just called. She couldn’t have been more false. She “regretted” to inform me that they had found a new cheerleader that was better than me in every way: technically better, cuter, charismatic, kind and perky! The team had a vote, so sorry that they missed informing me and could I please return my cheerleader uniform? That bitch! She’s always hated me but sucked up to me all the time I was popular! She’ll get it. I’m still the Quarterback’s girlfriend! Even if I lost everything else that is still a power platform I can use. I have to be careful to preserve that. I must reinforce my grip on him.

Hank really is as boring and nerdish as my little brother and we really don’t have anything in common, apart from the sex of course. There is one thing that I’m truly good at and that’s sex. Hank’s “post-coital bliss” can be seen on his face for an hour after the act. No way he’ll risk giving up the pleasure I, and only I, can give him! I on the other hand have to fake it. He is just so damned “considerate” in bed. I like someone more forceful, like Jake (and his eight inch tool). With Hank I have to do all the work. However, I can’t be too sure. Lucy said (with just a bit too much glee for my liking) that she saw Hank in the next town together with a cute girl last Saturday. He had told me he had to study (which he does all too much for my liking). The same excuse he used yesterday when I wanted to have some fun and remind people that the Quarterback is my boyfriend!

Is that the front door opening? My parents are away and Pete is no more of a morning person than I so who could it be?

Mary looks out through the window.

Hank! Why is he leaving our house on a Sunday morning? Why does he turn around and throw a kiss at somebody standing on our steps?

I’ve seen that face before! Many times! Every time he’s had an orgasm! Only not exactly that satisfied and happy. And who’s that wearing my cheerleader uniform? Oh, not mine. I can still see that on my bed.

My nerdish, cute and (damn it!) perky brother looks up at me and starts singing.

"Anything you can do I can do better; I can do anything better than you."