Sam, the middle child

You are Sam Young, the middle child of the Young family. You have two older sisters, although Lana is only older than you by a few hours. You also have one younger sister and one younger brother.

People often tell you you look like your mom, though you're not sure where they see the resemblance. Like your father, you're not very tall, and a little bit sensitive about it. You keep hoping you'll hit another growth spurt. Sure, you're already out of high school, and after a long gap are about to head off to college, but you've heard people say that men often don't stop growing until they're in the their 20s. You have a slim build, and relatively long limbs for your height, and you played sports all the way through high school. You've fallen out of shape during your time off though, since you haven't been doing very much. You haven't gained much weight (you actually lost some as your muscles faded), but your ass has gotten a little fat, making you a bit more self conscious about your appearance. You're hoping for another growth spurt somewhere else too: your penis isn't very big. You think it's about average. It's obviously smaller than what you see in porn, but you know that's pretty unrealistic. Four to five inches is pretty normal for an erect dick, right? Still, it would be nice to be bigger.

Despite any little insecurities you might have about your appearance, it mostly doesn't matter. You've had it made your whole life, and you have a general sense of confidence about everything. You see yourself as quite handsome, and a lot of people seem to agree. Blue eyes and a beautiful head of full, naturally blonde hair are complimented by attractive, angular facial features. More importantly, you're of a certain class of people. You are popular and well liked among your peers, and those beneath you have to at least pretend to like you.

High school was not just a good time for you, it was a great time. You were popular at school and you played a lot of sports. You did well in classes, too, even if that might be because you went to a very high class school and your parents shelled out for top notch tutors. You flirted and chatted and networked your way through the social circles of the upper middle class and wealthy teens.

If their was one thing you had any real regrets about, it was your failure to secure a girlfriend or much real "experience". You flirted a lot, and were certainly popular with the girls, but for a lot of reasons (a big one being all of the parents!) you never managed to get anywhere. You're not too worried though, since you know a couple girls who you think you could land, and if you can't, well, that's what college is for.

As you were growing up, you mostly absorbed your parents way of life. Their customs, their mannerisms, their lifestyle, their opinions, and their politics. You didn't actually interact in meaningful ways with poorer people, especially poorer black people. The interactions you did have were usually heavily hierarchical, with you always on top. This prevented you from ever really thinking about or empathizing with them, and subconsciously reinforced the narratives you had already come to accept.

After leaving high school, you had decided to take a year off to relax, maybe travel, and take care of other business. Near the end of that year, with you still not having done much at all, your father got busted and sent to prison. This was a serious setback in your life, and made you very angry, further coloring your views. Because of the chaos his arrest led to, you never got around to heading off for college. But that's in the past now. Things are starting to return to a new normal, and you're excited to head off to college in a couple months.