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Benjamin (Ben) Rich
Age 18
Height 6'0"
Weight 155lbs
Appearance: https://aliciarphotography.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/arfoto149.jpg
As the name implies my family is quite wealthy. My father built an empire with oil, real-estate, investments, and trades. In ten years he went from being a burger flipper to a multi-billionaire. He had two boys, Clive, the oldest, and me, Ben. My mother was described as a milf or a trophy wife by many, but she wasn't some dumb bimbo. She has a Masters Degree in Business and also formed her own line of herbal treatments. Growing up with them we went to the best private schools and had healthy allowances that allowed us to have a cars and tons of free time, but father didn't want the money to go to our heads. We had to keep a strict regime of good grades, stay out of trouble with the law, and don't get girls knocked up. He didn't want 'name dropping' if we got busted to try and make problems go away. He always said to take your time, choose wisely, and be truthful, always.
My brother and me were two different guys. He was big, muscles, a jock. Aggressive and daring. He was smart, but not as smart as me. I put more effort into the books which is why I had a 4.0 GPA and he only had a 3.7. I had schools lining up to accept me while he had girls lined up to accept him. Still we loved each other. We were a family.
One Saturday money I was in my study. Our house was big enough we each had our own study. My walls were adorned with books of history, philosophy, Biblical text, and astronomy. The smell of cinnamon lingered in the air, a smell that tingled in my nose and stayed in my throat. I loved the smell. To me it was the smell of life. The books were what mattered. Their stories were fascinating beyond belief that I couldn't pull away from them.
As I sat at the desk reading about World War II, there was a knock on the door followed by giggling. I knew who it was immediately. I was my brother and his latest fling, or flings in this case. Two girls, two busty cheerleaders. "Hey, little brothers," Clive smiled as he entered arm in arm with his girls. "What's you doing?"
"Reading..." I began to say.
"Well duh on that, but why are you here and not out enjoying life?" Clive asked as he and the girls walked around my desk. The girls were full of smiles, in their black and white uniforms with low skirts, hair in long ponytails and rubbing his large arms. "This is Natasha and this is Eva" the former was a blonde and the latter was a dark brunette. They had large breasts, the fabric of their uniforms screamed in agony as they moved. He loved them that way.
"I can't," I said, "I have to study..."
Clive frowned, "You've been doing studying for four years now. If you're not in school, you are here studying. You already have a 4.0 GPA. The schools are already coming for you," when he said that he dropped a pile of letters on my desk all from Ivy League schools. "When are you going to stop studying and have some for, for a change?"
I didn't know how to answer that one, but Clive knew what to do and took his girls out to his room for their fun. I didn't know what to do. Clive was suave, muscles, knew what to say, wore the right clothes, and drove the right cars.
Age 18
Height 6'0"
Weight 155lbs
Appearance: https://aliciarphotography.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/arfoto149.jpg
As the name implies my family is quite wealthy. My father built an empire with oil, real-estate, investments, and trades. In ten years he went from being a burger flipper to a multi-billionaire. He had two boys, Clive, the oldest, and me, Ben. My mother was described as a milf or a trophy wife by many, but she wasn't some dumb bimbo. She has a Masters Degree in Business and also formed her own line of herbal treatments. Growing up with them we went to the best private schools and had healthy allowances that allowed us to have a cars and tons of free time, but father didn't want the money to go to our heads. We had to keep a strict regime of good grades, stay out of trouble with the law, and don't get girls knocked up. He didn't want 'name dropping' if we got busted to try and make problems go away. He always said to take your time, choose wisely, and be truthful, always.
My brother and me were two different guys. He was big, muscles, a jock. Aggressive and daring. He was smart, but not as smart as me. I put more effort into the books which is why I had a 4.0 GPA and he only had a 3.7. I had schools lining up to accept me while he had girls lined up to accept him. Still we loved each other. We were a family.
One Saturday money I was in my study. Our house was big enough we each had our own study. My walls were adorned with books of history, philosophy, Biblical text, and astronomy. The smell of cinnamon lingered in the air, a smell that tingled in my nose and stayed in my throat. I loved the smell. To me it was the smell of life. The books were what mattered. Their stories were fascinating beyond belief that I couldn't pull away from them.
As I sat at the desk reading about World War II, there was a knock on the door followed by giggling. I knew who it was immediately. I was my brother and his latest fling, or flings in this case. Two girls, two busty cheerleaders. "Hey, little brothers," Clive smiled as he entered arm in arm with his girls. "What's you doing?"
"Reading..." I began to say.
"Well duh on that, but why are you here and not out enjoying life?" Clive asked as he and the girls walked around my desk. The girls were full of smiles, in their black and white uniforms with low skirts, hair in long ponytails and rubbing his large arms. "This is Natasha and this is Eva" the former was a blonde and the latter was a dark brunette. They had large breasts, the fabric of their uniforms screamed in agony as they moved. He loved them that way.
"I can't," I said, "I have to study..."
Clive frowned, "You've been doing studying for four years now. If you're not in school, you are here studying. You already have a 4.0 GPA. The schools are already coming for you," when he said that he dropped a pile of letters on my desk all from Ivy League schools. "When are you going to stop studying and have some for, for a change?"
I didn't know how to answer that one, but Clive knew what to do and took his girls out to his room for their fun. I didn't know what to do. Clive was suave, muscles, knew what to say, wore the right clothes, and drove the right cars.
