EDWARD HUGHES<br/><br/><br/>The question was barely out of my mouth when Angela walked into the room, asking how we were settling in.  I glanced at Debbie as a force of habit before quickly looking back at Angela.  I was about to say something when my sister started ahead of me,<strong>"Well... I don't think either of us have any plans...  Unless something comes up, then sure, I guess we'll tag along, if it's not too much of a bother that is"</strong>I nodded in agreement,<strong>"I don't think we have plans,"</strong>I say, nearly parroting Debbie,<strong>"But I wouldn't mind coming.  Even if this band sucks, it can't be worse than it's name."</strong>I laugh a little, but it sounded hollow, even in my ears.  I honestly really didn't want to go, but the way Debbie said it meant that I didn't have a choice, not that I ever did.<br/><br/>With the decision already apparently made, Angela walked out with a passing comment,<strong>"Make yourselves at home. Debbie, if you want the key to the basement, ask Robyn. She can lend you one for now, and if you want your own I'll get you one cut."</strong>Once she was out of earshot, I turned to Debbie as she complained my very same sentiments about the band.  I nodded,<strong>"Yeah, I want to know what's down there as well.  Angela seems to <em>want</em> us to check it out as soon as we can, but she keeps seemingly to pretend to not be suggesting it."</strong>I sigh and sit down on my new bed, shaking my head,<strong>"Think we should go see which one is 'Robyn?'  It wouldn't do to ask the wrong one, so we could just ask both who is who.  I mean, Angela didn't really point out who was who."</strong><br/><br/>I lay back on the bed, my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that mysterious basement.  After a couple of moments of silence, I got off the bed and, with more energy than I thought I had, started putting everything I brought away.  The room wasn't as well designed as we would have hoped as there was only a single closet and set of dressers, so I began to place my folded boxers, shorts, and pants into the lower two, leaving the upper three for Debbie.  Every time we had to share something like this, she always wanted me to be lower than her, which is what I eventually came to prefer too.  The very last thing that I pulled from the bottom of my bag was something that Debbie gave me for our last birthday.  It was folded into a little triangle, a pair of black-laced panties.  However, she didn't make me wear them yet and father had died days later.  I placed them underneath the clothes in the lowest drawer, but I made sure that Debbie knew I brought them.  Knowing her, I would be wearing them soon enough.<br/><br/>As soon as I was finished, I began to hang up my shirts and jeans, placing them in the far left corner of the closet.  Debbie and I always had a "66/33" rule where I always received 33% of what we shared.  It was more than I thought Debbie would give me, but less than I would have wanted.  But I took it in stride.  She was my sister and I really couldn't say no, even when she had me do things I didn't want to do like helping her cheat on her schoolwork, giving her most of my money, and lying to my friends about things she wanted me to lie about.  It wasn't that I didn't wish it was different, but rather that she always seemed to be in control of everything in life.<br/><br/>As soon as I was done, I was done, I started to take her clothes out, lingering on her panties a little longer than a brother should have, placing them where she told me to place them.  Debbie wasn't lazy by any means, but I have come to enjoy doing for her.  It was oddly relaxing.  However, this left me with having better household skills than she ever had.  I could cook and clean much faster and better than she did.<br/><br/>After about ten minutes, I managed to put everything in their right spots.  I sat down on my bed and looked over at Debbie,<strong>"So, Sis, what should we do now?  That concert isn't for another few hours."</strong>