“Apologize to your sister at once.”“She started it.” Roy looked up at his mom, she wasn’t tall, but she was imposing when angry.“Roy.” A...anda put her hands on her hips. Her green dress didn’t fit her quite right, it was bunched in the chest and the hips. She looked like a woman trying to wear girls’ clothes.Roy looked back at his sister and sighed.Annie pouted, her bottom lip quivering as she looked at her twin brother. She was pretty, with even features and soft brown hair drawn into those. "I'm alright. How much stuff do you have to take up?" Tons,"I replied with sarcasm and a little shove.He smiled down at me, as if he were much older than he truly was. I walked over to my trunk and pulled out several bags and a suitcase that contained my belongings. He picked up five of the bags and I managed the rest as we took the elevator to the tenth floor.We got to his apartment that I would now call home. It was neat, tidy and modern just like all the previous apartments he had as a. Instead, I found this accidental evidence to be...exciting! It meant, for one thing, that maybe my mom really wasn't quite as 'racist' as I'd grown up to see her as? Then there was the nagging thought that my step-dad might be in on this whole interracial sexual thing, as well. It made so much sense that he had been the one taking those photographs---but what about the very real possibility that my mom had fucked that black guy? If my step-dad had taken the photos of my mom snuggling and. I stopped at the chosen spot, blocking her path. Usually I was shy with girls in normal social situations, but today she was just a bitch to me, someone there only for my pleasure. "Beautiful day today, isn't it", I said as she walked up to me and looked up at me. I was about 5 or 6 inches taller than her and had on a grubby T-shirt and shorts. I stood just inches away from her."Yeah, I guess," she replied quietly, backing away a few steps to get more personal space. As she did so, I.