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There was noise about the house as the two youngest siblings ran around downstairs. It seemed as though their mother had given them too much sugar for their breakfast. The youngest child Clint had been enjoying the last day of school making all the noise he possibly could. The sixteen year old child was about to end his sophomore year and advance to Junior ranking of the four tier school. He grabbed his lunch from their mom and ran out the door excitedly.The boys bright blond hair bouncing the suns rays from the top of his head. as his blue eyes pierced the daylight to take in the images of his last day as a sophomore. With a smile he eagerly started walking to the school him and his siblings attended.
Blake on the other had was upstairs groaning at all the noise commencing down stairs. He covered his head with the pillow trying to keep both the suns rays from his face, and the happy cheer from the next level down. He had graduated a month before and was enjoying his extra month of summer. Blake turned in his bed making sure his bedding covered his nude body hidden beneath the covers. The weather was humid as well temperate so it was hard for him to keep cool, luckily he didn't have to share his room unlike his twin sister. Blake was born first of the four of the household. His sister Kaitlyn born only minutes after him, then two years later the sister came first in which his parents had named Morgan. Lastly the hyper ball of energy Clint, no matter how old he got he was a child at heart.
Blake closed his eyes trying to mull out the sounds coming from down stairs as he went to bed late the night before. Much to his annoyance once he was up he was up, He sat up in the bed as his father walked in. "You plan to stay in bed all day or you going to join us?" The eldest child nodded then waved his father out the door so he could get up. The cold tile of the floor sending shivers up his body as he step from one cold spot to another. His feet carried him to his closet opening the sliding door to grab an outfit to where. He pulled out one of his favorite outfits tossing it to his bed so he could change later. His hand reached out for his black robe hanging on a coat rack he kept in his room, then slid his arms into it wrapping the tie around the waist so nobody in his family would see his nude body beneath the warm thick heavy coat like robe.
He grabbed a towel as well as everything he was going to need to bathe. Walking down the hall he entered the upstairs bathroom and locked the door behind him. He quickly disrobed himself not liking how hot he was getting by that short walk. He turned the water in the shower for warm, though he preferred the cold water in these month you couldn't get clean without some form of heat. He looked in the mirror to see his fathers green eyes looking back at him he shook his head letting the dark black hue as well as the white patch of blond hair in front he never dyed. His mouth opened in the form of a yawn as he took the toothpaste in hand squeezing the tube over his brush.
After a few minutes of cleaning his teeth he decided the water was warm enough as he stepped into it. The warm water rushing over his slender build, his arms had a bit of definition to them though hardly could be seen unless he used his muscles for what ever reason. He thanked the swim team for his body as it helped him keep a lean look but a strong body. Four years he had put into the team and they had come out state champions in his final season, and placed third in nationals. He had cleaned himself in five minute but turned the water down to cold to rinse off the soap, just letting the feel of the pellets of water hit him to both relax and wake him up.
He stepped from the shower grabbing a towel to dry himself off with and then another to dry his hair. He wrapped the one he dried his body off with around his waist and walked out the door and down the hall drying his hair with the other. He stopped in front of the room that belonged to his sisters and 'tapped' it on his way by. "Get up!" he called out after the light pound on the wooden door on his way to his room. He stepped back from the carpeted hallway onto his tile flooring, then closed his door. Grabbing his pants he put them on not bothering to place any under garments on. The black pants with imitation hand cuffs all over them one of his greatest pairs he had worn over the past two years. The shirt a black shirt with a picture of a bowl ofd breakfast cereal and two spoon crossing. Under the image the caption read 'Cereal Killer' Blake wasn't a goth child he just looked better in black then anything else, and he only wore black nail polish to keep himself from biting his nail out of nervous habit.
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Meanwhile Clint was stepping onto the school grounds hearing his older sister behind him complaining about having to walk. "Come on sis." He young boy chirped "It's our last day of being in the lower class, we're going to be upper class men next year doesn't that excite you?" The boy pushed his backpack up on his right shoulder. The boy quickly put ear buds into his ears listening to music before the school day actually started. His eyes looking around noticing how empty the school seemed to be. "Wow there were really that many seniors? looks like all the adults got it in their mind to bone each other at the same time." He laughed before poking his sister to find out what was wrong with her.
[ok so it didn't break my record but I think I gave you plenty to work with ^^ and the story is set...]
Blake on the other had was upstairs groaning at all the noise commencing down stairs. He covered his head with the pillow trying to keep both the suns rays from his face, and the happy cheer from the next level down. He had graduated a month before and was enjoying his extra month of summer. Blake turned in his bed making sure his bedding covered his nude body hidden beneath the covers. The weather was humid as well temperate so it was hard for him to keep cool, luckily he didn't have to share his room unlike his twin sister. Blake was born first of the four of the household. His sister Kaitlyn born only minutes after him, then two years later the sister came first in which his parents had named Morgan. Lastly the hyper ball of energy Clint, no matter how old he got he was a child at heart.
Blake closed his eyes trying to mull out the sounds coming from down stairs as he went to bed late the night before. Much to his annoyance once he was up he was up, He sat up in the bed as his father walked in. "You plan to stay in bed all day or you going to join us?" The eldest child nodded then waved his father out the door so he could get up. The cold tile of the floor sending shivers up his body as he step from one cold spot to another. His feet carried him to his closet opening the sliding door to grab an outfit to where. He pulled out one of his favorite outfits tossing it to his bed so he could change later. His hand reached out for his black robe hanging on a coat rack he kept in his room, then slid his arms into it wrapping the tie around the waist so nobody in his family would see his nude body beneath the warm thick heavy coat like robe.
He grabbed a towel as well as everything he was going to need to bathe. Walking down the hall he entered the upstairs bathroom and locked the door behind him. He quickly disrobed himself not liking how hot he was getting by that short walk. He turned the water in the shower for warm, though he preferred the cold water in these month you couldn't get clean without some form of heat. He looked in the mirror to see his fathers green eyes looking back at him he shook his head letting the dark black hue as well as the white patch of blond hair in front he never dyed. His mouth opened in the form of a yawn as he took the toothpaste in hand squeezing the tube over his brush.
After a few minutes of cleaning his teeth he decided the water was warm enough as he stepped into it. The warm water rushing over his slender build, his arms had a bit of definition to them though hardly could be seen unless he used his muscles for what ever reason. He thanked the swim team for his body as it helped him keep a lean look but a strong body. Four years he had put into the team and they had come out state champions in his final season, and placed third in nationals. He had cleaned himself in five minute but turned the water down to cold to rinse off the soap, just letting the feel of the pellets of water hit him to both relax and wake him up.
He stepped from the shower grabbing a towel to dry himself off with and then another to dry his hair. He wrapped the one he dried his body off with around his waist and walked out the door and down the hall drying his hair with the other. He stopped in front of the room that belonged to his sisters and 'tapped' it on his way by. "Get up!" he called out after the light pound on the wooden door on his way to his room. He stepped back from the carpeted hallway onto his tile flooring, then closed his door. Grabbing his pants he put them on not bothering to place any under garments on. The black pants with imitation hand cuffs all over them one of his greatest pairs he had worn over the past two years. The shirt a black shirt with a picture of a bowl ofd breakfast cereal and two spoon crossing. Under the image the caption read 'Cereal Killer' Blake wasn't a goth child he just looked better in black then anything else, and he only wore black nail polish to keep himself from biting his nail out of nervous habit.
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Meanwhile Clint was stepping onto the school grounds hearing his older sister behind him complaining about having to walk. "Come on sis." He young boy chirped "It's our last day of being in the lower class, we're going to be upper class men next year doesn't that excite you?" The boy pushed his backpack up on his right shoulder. The boy quickly put ear buds into his ears listening to music before the school day actually started. His eyes looking around noticing how empty the school seemed to be. "Wow there were really that many seniors? looks like all the adults got it in their mind to bone each other at the same time." He laughed before poking his sister to find out what was wrong with her.
[ok so it didn't break my record but I think I gave you plenty to work with ^^ and the story is set...]