Quadruplets

We got stares everywhere that we went. At first, when we were younger, it bothered us greatly. But, as we got older we didn’t care. Let me explain by starting at the beginning.

Our father met our mother while in college getting his engineering degree. He was tall at 6’4”and with brown hair, brown eyes, and he wasn’t involved in any extracurricular activities except his studies. What he did when he wasn’t studying was lift weights. He wasn’t big and bulky like most weight lifters, but he was still big enough to cause people to look. Our mother was almost a foot shorter than my father at 5’6,” with the same brown hair and eyes, and a plain Jane look. She wasn’t the best-looking female at the school, so many of the students wondered why my father would date someone like her. My mother was on the school swim team, so she kept herself in shape by doing aerobics and light weight lifting. Of course, they meet in the gym. When my mother needed someone to spot for her one time, the first person she saw and asked was my father, and they were rarely apart after that.

When they both graduated from college they got married. At first they didn’t want any kids because they were engrossed in their careers. Five years later we were conceived.

They don’t know how it happened, because on both sides of the family there was not one multiple birth, ever. You see, I am one from a set of quadruplets, two boys, and two girls. Shawn, Shane, Stephanie and Stacy. I am Shawn. My mother never took any kind of fertility pills to get pregnant, and my father did not believe in drugs. Every one was scratching their heads. My parents, grandparents, doctors, everyone. But we are living proof that it happened. Another thing that had them puzzled is that besides the typical sex difference, we were identical to each other. When we started talking both Shane and I sounded identical and both Stephanie and Stacy sounded identical. We would drive our parents crazy because they couldn’t tell us apart. After we were born, my mother had her tubes tied because she thought that four kids were enough.

All four of us had the same brown hair and eyes like our parents. My mother always dressed us differently so that she could tell us apart, but we talked her into letting us have our hair the same. If the girls grew their hair long, we grew ours long. We also thought alike. Often we wouldn’t have to say anything to each other, and we knew what each one of us would be thinking or want. That was scary.

One thing that my parents did before we were born was to put in an in ground pool in the back yard for my mother, and build a home gym for my father. When we were young my mother taught all of us to swim, and when they were lifting weights we would bring them the light ones. Of course when we got older, my sisters took more to the swimming and my bother and I took to lifting weights.

The whole time that we were growing up, we spent with each other. When we started going to school, we never made many friends with any of the other kids. We just stayed close and took care of each other.

In our hometown, our junior high school was in the same complex of buildings as our senior high. Both Stephanie and Stacey were swimming so well by that time, the school wanted to jump them up to the next level. My parents told them no. The girls started getting teased by a lot of the others because they knew that my sisters were better than they were and didn’t like it. It never got out of hand because of my brother and I. Both Shane and I were almost as big as some of the high school kids. At 13 we were both standing at 5’5” and didn’t have one ounce of fat on us. Just pure muscle from working out with our father. When we saw the other kids gang up on Stephanie and Stacey, we would walk up behind the girls and everyone would get quiet and leave. They knew that we were close, and Shane and I would fight when pushed. My parents didn’t like us to fight, but they also taught us to never back down from anything. Like I said, we were real close with each other. In high school we got even closer.

When we were seniors and the school started talking about the senior dance, we talked amongst ourselves and decided that we didn’t want to go. We didn’t have dates, and the friends that we did have already had their dates set. Just about the whole student body considered us out casts, so we said the hell with it. The dance also happened to coincide with our eighteenth birthday. When mom and dad asked us if we were going to go, we told them no and the reason why. Then my mother made a suggestion that we didn’t think of before.

“Why don’t you take each other? This is going to be the only time in your life when you will be able to do something like this, and I don’t want any of you looking back and wishing that you could have gone.”

“We never thought of that mom.” I replied.

Later on that evening we got together in Shane’s room and mine and talked about it.

“You know mom is right. We can go to the prom as each others date.” I started the discussion.

“Yes, but what would everyone think when they saw us there?” Stephanie asked.

“I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks.” Shane threw in. “There is only a handful of people at the school who I get along with, and if the others don’t like it, they can kiss my ass. And I hope that someone wants to start something, because I will knock their damn teeth in.” Shane was the one who had a temper, while the girls and I could hold it in a little better.

“We are going to go there, enjoy it, and not cause any problems,” I told him.

“I think it would be a good idea for us to go there together,” Stephanie said.

“Okay, it’s a deal then. I have been thinking on it since dinner, and if you three agree with me, then Stephanie you and I will go as a couple and Shane, you and Stacy will go as a couple.” The three of them nodded their heads and agreed on it.

“OK. I have also come up with an idea on how to get back at the jerks at school and here it is,” I explained to them the idea I had, and the more I told them the more they agreed and the harder they laughed.

We were going to pool our money together and get two separate limousines. But they weren’t going to be any ordinary limos. I had heard about a local man who had started a limo business with what I had in mind. They were two 30-foot long stretch Hummers. One pearl white, the other jet-black. Easily the longest and biggest ones within a 200-mile radius of us.

We were also going to be dressed to the limit also. From years of swimming both Stephanie and Stacy had nice long, toned and sculptured legs. Their breasts weren’t very big; maybe a C cup, but they were noticeable. They both stood at 5’6” and were very shapely. Like my mom, they weren’t the best-looking girls, but they would be turning heads at the prom. They were going to be wearing strapless, body fitting, mini-dresses. One white, the other black, and the dresses would stop right below their groin. When I told them this, both of them turned crimson red from blushing, but they had a smile on their face that went from ear to ear.

Shane and I would be wearing tuxedos, but with a slight alteration to them. Both of us stood 6’3” and tipped the scales at an easy 240 pounds. My mom often had to alter our clothes so we could fit into them from years of lifting weights. Instead of a suit jacket with a shirt and bow tie, we would have a tight, sleeveless button down shirt with a bow tie. One white and the other black, this way everyone would see our arms and chest. We weren’t big and bulky like our father, but we were still big and solid.