You are a young black man.

You woke up in the morning to find yourself still in your bedroom.

“Fuck! It was just a dream!” You said and facepalmed. “Of course it is. Haha. As if something like that could happen. God I need to quit porn for a while.”

Sighing, you got up from bed and stepped out of your room to head for the shared bathroom.

You entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Then you caught sight of a big scary black dude to your right and nearly jumped out of your black skin. “HOLY SHIT! Who the fuck are you!” You yelled.

You quickly realized that you are staring at the bathroom mirror.

“What the fuck…” you said as you started touching your body, feeling the hard, chiseled muscles and flawless ebony skin. “No way…” you mumbled to yourself as you quickly pushed down your boxers.

You gawked at your massive morning blackwood for three whole minutes. “Okay…” You said to yourself, “So it wasn’t no dream.”

“Jordan? Are you in there?” A familiar husky feminine voice called out sleepily from outside the bathroom.

“Uh…. Yeah. Just a sec!” You grunted back as you tried to stuff your huge black cock back into your boxers.

You quickly splashed some water onto your face before heading for the door. You pulled back the bathroom door to find your attractive sister, Chloe, standing in the doorway in her peach colored nightdress.

Your very white, vanilla-blonde, bright-blue-doe-eyed sister.

Ok, technically stepsister. But you’ve been adopted into the Miller family since you were 3 years old. From an early age, they’ve insisted you remove the ‘step-‘ prefix whenever you are referring to family.

Chloe was rubbing her eyes with one hand and covering her mouth and stifling a yawn with her other. When you opened the door, she immediately had an eyeful of your beautiful black body and prominent bulge in your boxers. Chloe immediately blushed up a pink storm.

Like you, Chloe was 18 and a senior in high school. She is a vivacious, lively, beautiful girl, always excitable and cheerful. She had a delighfully nubile, fair young body with budding perky breasts and fit bubble butt. She wears her hair down and layered about her chest level.

“Good morning Chloe,” you said and watch her literally perk up at the baritone of your voice.

“M-morning Jordan,” Chloe said, “I heard you yelling. What was that about?”

“Oh, er… I… got surprised by my own reflection in the mirror.”

Chloe opened her mouth in surprise for a few seconds before responding, “Pfffftttttt…. Hahahaha. How is that even possible?”

You shrugged. “I wasn’t paying attention. Say, errr, Chloe, have I always looked like this?”

“Huh? Like what?”

“L-like… an NFL player.”

Chloe blushed again and rolled her eyes. She bit her lower lip mischievously and jokingly slapped you on your washboard abs. “Showoff! I get it! You’re black!”

“W-what?”

Chloe smiled innocently, “I said you’re black.”

“I uhhh… I know,” you replied, “But what’s that got to do with anything?”

Chloe blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?” she asked, looking up at you with bright blue adoring eyes. “It’s got everything to do with it. You’re black. You’re just better…”

“Wha…? Better?”

“Yeah,” Chloe replied, “At everything.”