Rivalry
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My name is Chris and my twin sister’s name is Kris too. When we were born, the doctor said we nearly didn't make it out because we both tried to come out first. In fact we nearly came out together, and in the confusion of the delivery room the doctor lost track of which one of us came out first, so rather than getting it wrong, we were documented as being born at exactly the same time, 11:59 pm.
Our parents decided that since we looked alike, we should have the same name, but spelled out as exact opposites, but in reality we were fairly similar. We are both smart, athletic, driven to succeed, highly competitive and most significantly, at each other’s throats constantly.
Our mom said that the two of us fought even before we were born, in the womb. Throughout our c***dhoods, we continued fighting, always in a battle for superiority and bragging rights. One of the most contentious battles we shared was the battle over who was born first. She liked to refer to me as little brother, and I insisted on referring to her as little sister. Up until the teen years the battles would involve bloody physical battles, and then we moved into a period of intense psychological warfare. On the occasion of our 18th birthdays, it turned into something else.
Our parents were spending the weekend away, so Kris and I had managed to organize a get together at the house with a few dozen of our friends. Neither one knew of the others’ plan since we hardly spoke to each other. This created a problem because two very different crowds started showing up at the house. My friends tended toward the jock-cheerleader variety, whereas Kris's friends were more of the smart-hipster type, so the battle lines came out early on. The disputes started with the music selection, gravitated over to who could eat which food, and ended up in the backyard by the pool with me and Kris toe to toe.
"You've got a lot of nerve having your toady friends here to ruin my party," Kris yelled. "That's so typical of you to be so immature, little Chris."
"Don't cry little sister," I replied derisively. "I'm sure your friends will sing happy birthday while you play pin the tail on the donkey."
Adding insult to injury, I reached out to pat Kris on the head, emphasizing my two inch height advantage. That was probably going too far, evidenced by the fact that Kris pitched her half cup of beer onto my chest, which created a cheer from half the crowd. Unfortunately I had a full cup of beer, which I put to good use in a well place dousing of my sister's chest, which led to a cheer from the other part of the crowd.
And then all hell broke loose. Everyone was throwing beer on everyone else. Kris grabbed up some nearby bottles of beer and started hurling them at me, as I was laughing and running for my life, much to the enjoyment of both crowds. Unfortunately one of the bottles went high and wide and went right through a sliding glass door with an explosive shatter.
In the chaos that ensued, the rumor got around that the cops were coming to the house, and 50 u******ed teenagers fled the scene at a frantic pace that left the house empty by 10 pm, leaving an angry Kris and myself in an empty house to celebrate our birthday.
Though celebrate would be the wrong word. We moved quietly around the house, cleaning up empty bottles and broken glass, and occasionally glaring at the other sibling. After a half hour of clean-up we retired to our rooms to change out of our beer soaked clothes.
As fate would have it, we ran into each other a while later in the kitchen. I had changed into boxers and an old ripped up t shirt and Kris had on shorts and a sports bra.
"Happy birthday, asshole," she said, opening the refrigerator.
"Happy birthday, bitch," I replied, handing her a beer.
We stood there in the kitchen glaring at each other for a few moments. Then I remembered something. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a joint.
"I think one of your hippy dippy friends left something behind in their haste," I said, showing Kris the joint.
"Really," she said. "You don't think it could've been one of your jock friends?"
She got an odd grin on her face; she knew that neither of them smoked pot very often. "What are you going to do with it?"
I looked at it and then her. "Oh, I don't know. I don't think one little joint would hurt anybody, what do you think?"
She thought about it a minute. "I will if you will," she said. "But you can't tell anyone."
I lit up and took a drag. "I won't if you won't," I said, handing it over to her.
We stood there in the kitchen passing the joint back and forth. We were a little beyond halfway done with it when it started to hit us.
"Whoa, this is really strong," she said, rubbing her face with her hand.
"Yeah, this was definitely from one of your hippy friends, my friends never have shit this good," I replied.
Kris got the giggles, and before long we were both laughing hysterically. The shared laugh eased the tension between the two.
"I'm sorry for breaking the door, I'll get it fixed tomorrow," Kris said.
"I guess I'm half to blame for that, so I'll pay for half," I said. I paused for a minute in reflection. "I don't know why it is that we fight so much, it seems silly now."
Kris nodded in agreement. "If you would just admit that you were born second we'd be fine," she grinned.
"Right, whatever," I replied. "What we really need to do is come up with a way to settle the dispute once and for all."
"What like a coin flip?" Kris asked.
"No, it would have to be some kind of competition," I said, scratching my chin thoughtfully. "How about this: five feats of physical prowess, you pick two, I pick two, and the fifth one we have to agree on. Winner gets bragging rights of being first born, loser has to agree."
Kris thought about it for a minute. "Why not," she said. "Bring it on little brother."
"Okay little sister, I'll pick the first competition," I grinned. "Thumb wrestling."
Kris smiled as she recalled the numerous thumb wrestling battles we used to have when we were much younger. I usually won because I had stronger hands, but she had to admit it was a fair choice.
We brought our hands together over the countertop, counted to three and set up in the classic thumb battle pose. After an initial flurry of contact and near pins, we both pulled our thumbs back into the safe position.
I eyed my sister over the thumbs. "You know you are going to lose this little sister," I said. "Here's my question, why do you even care who is oldest?"
Kris looked back at me intently, wary of my wavering thumb. "I'm not even sure," she said. "I guess it's because I never wanted to be the annoying little sister who is always getting in the way and wanting to be included, but getting left behind."
The weed had made me very introspective, and I was mulling over this surprising statement from my sister in my mind and let my guard down. In a flash, she had brought her thumb into attack position and using her longer nail, had my thumb pinned painfully down. Before I knew what had hit me, she had counted off one-two-three and was whooping around the kitchen celebrating the unlikely victory as I looked on in shock.
"Crap, I forgot about the fingernail advantage," I said. "Ok then 1-0, your turn to pick."
Kris thought for a second. "Ok, let's stay with the wrestling theme. The next competition will be toe wrestling."
"Toe wrestling, what the hell is that," I said.
"Ok, this is how it works," she said. "You lock up all your toes together, and then the object is to flip the other person over."
I developed a mental image of this and realized why she chose it. Kris had spent many years in swimming, gymnastics and ballet, and I was pretty sure her toes were lethal weapons. But it was her turn to pick, I had to go along. "Ok, toe wrestling it is," I said.
Kris clapped and hooted. "Ok, we need a large, soft surface," she said. "Follow me."
She led the way into our parent's room and jumped on their large bed. "Come on b*o, time to lose again," she said.
I climbed onto the bed with my feet facing hers, and we spent a few moments trying to match our toes up with each other. "Ok, the object is to flip your opponent over to your right," she said. "So you try to go this way and I try to go that way."
I nodded nervously as I felt the powerful grip of Kris's toes. This was not going to be easy, I thought, looking up above the bed. Our parents, in their younger days, had installed a mirror above the bed, so I could see in the reflection our toe-locked position. We counted to three and the second battle was underway. Kris immediately took the advantage with a numbing toe squeeze that had me over on one side quickly.
"Feel the wrath of the toe," Kris said mockingly. "Surrender or you'll never walk again."
My toes were almost cramping from the squeeze. "I'm not dead yet little sister," I replied.
"So tell me," she said between grunts. "Why do you want to be the oldest so bad?"
I was struggling too much to answer. "Ease up for a second and I'll tell you."
Kris eased off just a bit to give me a chance to talk.
"I guess I want to be the oldest because older brothers always watch out for our little sisters, and I like the idea of being the kind of brother who would sort of protect you when you needed it," I said.
As the words sunk in, Kris blinked once, then twice, emotionally surprised by my response. She was genuinely stunned, and she lost her concentration and her toe focus.
In a flash, I took advantage, putting on a sudden surge that turned the tide in the other direction with such a sudden force that not only did I flip Kris onto her stomach; I sent her flying off the bed. It was my turn to celebrate, and I hopped up and jumped up and down on the bed hooting.
Kris got up off the floor, red faced in defeat. "I can't believe I fell for that total bullshit about the protective older brother thing," she said.
I stopped celebrating long enough to laugh. "I can't help if you're a sucker for emotions," I said. "But the truth is I do like the idea of watching out for you...little sister."
Kris answered with a well-aimed pillow to my gut, and we had another round of hysterical laughter.
"Ok, 1-1, what's next b*o," she said.
"More wrestling," I answered. "This time we're going with the arm wrestle." I set up two chairs on either side of a small makeup table and with a gentlemanly arm swoop welcomed Kris to the chair opposite me.
Kris rolled her eyes and plopped down in the chair, resigned to a likely defeat. I was a three sport athlete, worked out religiously, and had an iron-hard upper body. This would be over quick, unless she figured out some way to turn the tables.
We locked hands and Kris immediately tried to go for the quick win, throwing everything she had at me. Even she was surprised when she found herself halfway to victory as I began looking like I was struggling. Maybe she did have a chance after all.
Then she realized that I was only appearing to struggle. I grinned at her mischievously. "Is that all you got, little girl," I laughed. In an obvious attempt to humiliate her, I allowed her to get within a few inches of pinning me but wouldn't give her the final inches. She came to the conclusion it was going to take more than muscle for her to win this.
"I have to agree with you about looking out for your younger sibling b*o," she said. "Just the other day, I had to stick up for you in the girl's locker room."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, really," I said, maintaining my grip and position. I knew what she was up to.
"Really," she grinned. "I was in the locker room and overheard your ex-girlfriend Jenny talking about you."
My eyes narrowed. Jenny and I had an ugly breakup; I knew she was probably saying some bad stuff about you. "What did she say?"
"She said you were not the most...shall we say...endowed...boyfriend she had ever had," Kris grinned. "She said you were on the smaller side."
"Are you serious?" I said, my eyes growing big at the thought of that lie getting around the girl's locker room.
"I set her straight though," Kris continued. "I told her she was full of shit. I said I saw you getting out of the shower one day and you had the biggest cock I'd ever seen."
As she said the words, Kris brought her right foot up under the table and placed it right on my crotch. That action, coupled with the words, left me in a momentary lapse of conscious thought, and in the blink of an eye Kris slammed my hand down the remaining few inches. Before I even knew I had actually lost an arm wrestle to my sister, she was dancing around the room in glee.
"That was totally cheating," I yelled. "You can't toe paw a guy's crotch in arm wrestling!"
Kris laughed hysterically. "You'll have to show me that in the rules," she said. "You guys are all the same, all you have to do it suggest they have a little dick or touch their crotch and you're totally helpless."
I had to nod in agreement. "Ok, 2-1 you, what's next?"
"Well, we've done thumb, toe and arm wrestling," she said. "I think the next competition should be Indian Leg Wrestling."
I looked over at my sister's long, muscular legs and started to seriously think I might go down 3-1 and lose, and be forced to concede the birthright to my sister. I was also still a bit giddy about having my sister's foot tickling my crotch, as well as wondering if she had really seen me getting out of the shower. The truth was I was actually having fun with my sister for the first time in a long time.
"Bring it on, Pocahontas," I said with my best Indian accent.
We climbed up on the bed, facing in other directions with our hips together. Looking up at the mirror on the ceiling we both giggled at the reflection. We raised our legs once, twice, and then the third time we locked them together at the knee and the battle was on. Indian Leg Wrestling has a somewhat ambiguous objective, in that it's really hard to determine how to actually win. Most of it is just locking legs up and then rolling around and squirming.
This is pretty much what the siblings did, except that we started laughing looking at our reflection in the mirror and it turned into another giggle fest. Then, in the midst of the squirming and wrestling and hysterical laughter, we suddenly found ourselves with our legs completely intertwined and our crotches tightly pressed against each other in a scissors pose.
At the same moment, the two siblings suddenly became aware that we were locked up in an odd, but undeniably sexual position, with our groins pressed tightly together and separated only by my boxers and her thin running shorts. At that very moment, both had the same thought that being in this position with a sibling was probably a bad thing. Probably something we should stop. Definitely something that felt taboo. Also definitely something that felt warm and sexy in a naughty, playful kind of way. Both were on the verge of pulling away, both were expecting the other to pull away.
But then we caught each other's eye in the mirror above the bed, something about the giddy looks on our faces said, oh, what the hell. I playfully took hold of Kris's foot and mockingly raised it to my mouth and pretended to bite down on it, causing a laughing scream from Kris another round of hooting and wriggling. She reached down and inadvertently grabbed my ratty t shirt, pulling open another big tear that left it barely covering me.
Looking up at the reflection of our intertwined bodies, I couldn't help but notice that my sister had a rocking body. Every guy at school knew she had the best looking legs anyone had ever seen, tanned, toned, long and beautiful. The sports bra showed off her fit torso and more importantly, showed off the shapely curves of her breasts. She was checking me out as well, noting my fit physique through what was left of my torn t shirt.
One issue was beginning to arise for me, and that was the rising hardness occurring in my boxers. The last thing I wanted was to have an erection while wrestling with my sister, but my erection had other ideas. His short term solution to avoiding that embarrassing revelation was to wriggle into a position where my cock wasn't coming into contact with her, while I somehow figured out a way to calm the b**st.
Unfortunately, neither was working. Rather than backing away, she was moving her crotch tighter into me, and had almost reached the point of dry humping. The warmth where we made contact began to feel very warm. Both twins were grunting and groaning and wriggling around like we were still wrestling, but what was really going on was that both were getting turned on and becoming more aroused. The wrestling had become a pretense. Aching for contact and hard as a rock, I finally gave up and allowed my hard cock to come flush up against Kris's thigh. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and waited for her to pull away, but although I felt Kris stop wrestling, she didn't pull away.
Eventually I opened my eyes and looked up on the ceiling at the mirror. Kris was looking at me intently, with a slight, somewhat derisive smile on her face.
Still I was embarrassed and felt the need to change the tone. Getting back into wrestling mode, I used my legs to flip her over on her stomach and pin her into place, all the while maintaining that solid crotch contact. She was scarcely down for a minute before she pulled the same move and had me face down.
"So would you really look out for me if I was your little sister?" Kris asked me.
I worked my leg trick again and flipped myself back over on top. "Absolutely," I said. "I already look out for you."
Kris turned her head to the side, "Like how?"
"The other day I heard that guy Dave, the one who was trying forever to get you to go out with him, talking about how he got a blow job from you at a party," I said.
"WHAT?" Kris screamed, flipping me back over on to my face on the bed. "That's not true!"
I turned my head to the side so I could speak. "Yes, I realize that, and he does too, now," I said. "I jacked him up against the locker and made him admit to all the guys it was a lie, and I told him if he asked you out again I was going to break his arms."
She eased off and I was allowed to roll back over on my side. She was looking at me with a new sense of appreciation and humbleness. "Thanks I, I appreciate that."
We lay quietly for a moment, no longer wrestling or grinding our crotches together, but still with our legs wrapped around each other. We were both very aroused, and enjoying the contact.
After a while I broke the silence. "So how do we determine who won the Indian Leg Wrestling competition?" I asked.
Kris took a deep breath and looked thoughtful. "I think I would have to admit that you won this round," she said. "After feeling the size of that THING rubbing against my leg, I know that I can no longer call you 'little brother' anymore."
I blushed self-consciously. "Sorry about that, sometimes it has a mind of its own."
"I understand," she smiled. "So that makes us tied, 2-2, so now we have to decide on the tiebreaker?"
"I think the tiebreaker is pretty clear, Freestyle," I said.
"Freestyle," Kris asked suspiciously.
"Freestyle," I repeated while nodding my head.
Before Kris could react, I jumped off the bed, grabbed her, threw her over my shoulders and began my second revolution in spinning her around.
"Freestyle wrestlin' girl," I yelled. "Welcome to the helicopter spin."
I continued to spin her around a few more times as she screamed and laughed, before I flipped her stomach in front of my face and tickled her by motor boating her stomach, then I pile drove her onto her back on the bed, tumbling across the top of her.
From there it was on. We grappled from one side of the bed to the other, laughing and joking the whole time. I was clearly stronger and at the advantage, but I was taking it easy on her and letting her gain the upper hand occasionally. We were both obviously enjoying all the contact and I had given up hiding my arousal. I grabbed her from behind and pulled her into me, tickling her ribs until she screamed for mercy, but then she turned the tables on me, getting him over onto my back and pinning my arms down with her knees, with her cute ass stuck right in my face. I was powerless in wanting to escape this hold, until she leaned forward and started tickling my ribs and stomach. I bucked her off, mostly with my face on her crotch, and then grabbed her from behind, using my arms to pin her arms above her head. I lay back on the bed with her on top of me, and wrapped my legs around hers to hold her down. I made no effort to hide the erection that was positioned nicely between her butt cheeks, and I didn't mind at all when she wriggled around on top of me. We both noted how incredibly sexy this particular wrestling pose looked in the mirror above the bed and neither of us bothered to change for a moment, just enjoying the view. Our legs were entangled, her hands were extended above her head and she looked incredibly sexy lying there, stretched out on me in her sports bra and shorts. Her shorts had ridden up high on her thigh and the fact her nipples were poking at her sports bra was proof that she was aroused.
Eventually she wrestled away, and we continued on with arms and legs intertwined, bodies in close contact, laughing the whole time. The rolling around on the big bed had moved from a wrestling battle to something more like simulated, partially clothed sex. Over the course of the next 20 minutes we worked ourselves into positions ranging from missionary to reverse cowgirl to headlock-doggy-style. We kept up just enough pretend wrestling to justify continuing, though both knew what was going on and both knew the other did.
After a particularly fevered exchange, I ended up straddling Kris's chest, my knees pinning her arms down so that she was helpless. I had her now, I was the dominant one. The best part for me was that in this position, my cock was now just inches from my sister's face, and I could feel her eyes upon me. She was quite obviously tracing the bulge in my boxers with her eyes, and it was incredibly arousing. She looked at my boxers with hunger, then up into my eyes, and she opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue take a long, slow, exaggerated tour of her upper lip.
The effect was overwhelming; I quit breathing, had a heart attack and nearly went blind in the same moment. Just as planned.
With one quick move, Kris pushed down into the bed, brought her legs up from behind me, and put a scissor pin around my head with her legs, jerking me over backwards. She had nailed me again.
"You men are such suckers for a pretty mouth," she said giggling. I did everything to break her hold, but the only thing I could do is flip over. My head was now between her thighs which put me eye level to her crotch. As she squeezed her knees together tighter, I realized my only option was to move my head closer to her crotch. We found ourselves in a comfortable 69 position and accepted that my fate would not be bad at all.
His face was now buried in Kris's crotch, her legs squeezing my ears shut. On the other end, my crotch was poised just inches above Kris's face. Using all my strength, I managed to flip them over so that I was on the bottom and she was on top. His face felt so good buried in the crotch of her shorts that I momentarily forgot it was my sister, and I reached my hands around to her ass and I rubbed my face hard into her. I couldn't stop myself, but I held my breath waiting for Kris's reaction.
Kris froze in position, overwhelmed by the warm wet feeling in her pussy and the competing urge to stop things now. She looked down at the massive erection straining the limits of the boxers. Her face was just inches away. She moved down closer and could feel the heat rise. She closed her eyes and closed the gap, allowing her cheek to lightly touch down on the boxers. The contact caused my cock to leap harder into her face. Slowly, softly, she began to rub her face back and forth across the soft cotton cloth on my boxers. At the same time, she let her legs relax and open up to allow me to move and have more access.
For the first time in several moments, I took a breath. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I definitely did not want it to stop. Emboldened by the feeling of my sister rubbing her face across my cock, I pushed my face harder into her, feeling the wetness through her shorts. I could sense she wasn't wearing underwear, and her shorts were very sheer. I was in perfect position to see the reflection in the mirror above them, watching her head move slowly back and forth and watching as my hands gripped and caressed her ass and pulled her tight onto my face.
We were both too far gone now to think about how naughty this was.
We were both on fire, Kris rubbing her face back and forth over my cock, and I rubbing my face up and down along her pussy. Kris purred softly as she ran one cheek down the length of my cock, all the way down to my balls, and then she would move over to caress the other side of my cock with her other cheek. It was like giving a hand job with her face. She was afraid of what might happen if she let her mouth come in contact with me, so it was only occasionally that her lips would brush up against me.
My mouth was watering as I moved my face up and down along her crotch. I had discovered just how thin her shorts were, as we had become saturated, and I loved the warm wet feeling on my face. I fucking loved the fact that I could watch things unfold in the mirror above us, mesmerized by watching my hands move up and down my sister's body, lightly moving from her thighs all the way up her back. I thought about working my hands around to her breasts, but didn't want to push my luck. Besides I loved feeling her shapely ass and eventually working up the courage to slip my hand under the thin material a few times.
I’m sure that I wasn’t the only one wanting to be naked while doing this, but somehow we resisted the urge, besides this felt well enough — and bad enough —as it was.
Kris was starting to lose her mind to her arousal. I was pretty sure my cock had never been this hard, and I was quickly losing control. I felt my cock swelling up towards a powerful orgasm, and almost simultaneously I felt Kris quiver, and then shudder, and then tremble violently, and I lost control and lashed my tongue out as hard as I could into her shorts, pushing them so far into her I could taste her.
At the same time, Kris watched mesmerized as my cock bulged and throbbed until it was standing nearly straight up. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't resist, and she opened her mouth and began running her mouth up and down the length of my cock, still covered by the boxers. Up and down she went, and as her body exploded in orgasm she could feel my cock pumping fluid out, saturating my boxers. After what seemed like several minutes my cock finally settled down, and she took the opportunity to taste my fluid soaked boxers with a final warm, wet kiss on the tip.
For about a minute we laid there in that position, completely spent. Eventually Kris found the energy to roll off of me and lay her exhausted head on my chest.
"Well," she said finally. "That was pretty crazy."
I stammered back, "Very Crazy!"
"Say, by the way, happy birthday," she said.
I looked over at the clock. It was exactly midnight. Eighteen years earlier we may have been in the same position.
"Wow, you too," I said. "I guess we finally determined who came first."
She looked at me suspiciously, ready for a new battle. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that the battle is over," I said.
"Clearly, we both came at the same time."
Our parents decided that since we looked alike, we should have the same name, but spelled out as exact opposites, but in reality we were fairly similar. We are both smart, athletic, driven to succeed, highly competitive and most significantly, at each other’s throats constantly.
Our mom said that the two of us fought even before we were born, in the womb. Throughout our c***dhoods, we continued fighting, always in a battle for superiority and bragging rights. One of the most contentious battles we shared was the battle over who was born first. She liked to refer to me as little brother, and I insisted on referring to her as little sister. Up until the teen years the battles would involve bloody physical battles, and then we moved into a period of intense psychological warfare. On the occasion of our 18th birthdays, it turned into something else.
Our parents were spending the weekend away, so Kris and I had managed to organize a get together at the house with a few dozen of our friends. Neither one knew of the others’ plan since we hardly spoke to each other. This created a problem because two very different crowds started showing up at the house. My friends tended toward the jock-cheerleader variety, whereas Kris's friends were more of the smart-hipster type, so the battle lines came out early on. The disputes started with the music selection, gravitated over to who could eat which food, and ended up in the backyard by the pool with me and Kris toe to toe.
"You've got a lot of nerve having your toady friends here to ruin my party," Kris yelled. "That's so typical of you to be so immature, little Chris."
"Don't cry little sister," I replied derisively. "I'm sure your friends will sing happy birthday while you play pin the tail on the donkey."
Adding insult to injury, I reached out to pat Kris on the head, emphasizing my two inch height advantage. That was probably going too far, evidenced by the fact that Kris pitched her half cup of beer onto my chest, which created a cheer from half the crowd. Unfortunately I had a full cup of beer, which I put to good use in a well place dousing of my sister's chest, which led to a cheer from the other part of the crowd.
And then all hell broke loose. Everyone was throwing beer on everyone else. Kris grabbed up some nearby bottles of beer and started hurling them at me, as I was laughing and running for my life, much to the enjoyment of both crowds. Unfortunately one of the bottles went high and wide and went right through a sliding glass door with an explosive shatter.
In the chaos that ensued, the rumor got around that the cops were coming to the house, and 50 u******ed teenagers fled the scene at a frantic pace that left the house empty by 10 pm, leaving an angry Kris and myself in an empty house to celebrate our birthday.
Though celebrate would be the wrong word. We moved quietly around the house, cleaning up empty bottles and broken glass, and occasionally glaring at the other sibling. After a half hour of clean-up we retired to our rooms to change out of our beer soaked clothes.
As fate would have it, we ran into each other a while later in the kitchen. I had changed into boxers and an old ripped up t shirt and Kris had on shorts and a sports bra.
"Happy birthday, asshole," she said, opening the refrigerator.
"Happy birthday, bitch," I replied, handing her a beer.
We stood there in the kitchen glaring at each other for a few moments. Then I remembered something. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a joint.
"I think one of your hippy dippy friends left something behind in their haste," I said, showing Kris the joint.
"Really," she said. "You don't think it could've been one of your jock friends?"
She got an odd grin on her face; she knew that neither of them smoked pot very often. "What are you going to do with it?"
I looked at it and then her. "Oh, I don't know. I don't think one little joint would hurt anybody, what do you think?"
She thought about it a minute. "I will if you will," she said. "But you can't tell anyone."
I lit up and took a drag. "I won't if you won't," I said, handing it over to her.
We stood there in the kitchen passing the joint back and forth. We were a little beyond halfway done with it when it started to hit us.
"Whoa, this is really strong," she said, rubbing her face with her hand.
"Yeah, this was definitely from one of your hippy friends, my friends never have shit this good," I replied.
Kris got the giggles, and before long we were both laughing hysterically. The shared laugh eased the tension between the two.
"I'm sorry for breaking the door, I'll get it fixed tomorrow," Kris said.
"I guess I'm half to blame for that, so I'll pay for half," I said. I paused for a minute in reflection. "I don't know why it is that we fight so much, it seems silly now."
Kris nodded in agreement. "If you would just admit that you were born second we'd be fine," she grinned.
"Right, whatever," I replied. "What we really need to do is come up with a way to settle the dispute once and for all."
"What like a coin flip?" Kris asked.
"No, it would have to be some kind of competition," I said, scratching my chin thoughtfully. "How about this: five feats of physical prowess, you pick two, I pick two, and the fifth one we have to agree on. Winner gets bragging rights of being first born, loser has to agree."
Kris thought about it for a minute. "Why not," she said. "Bring it on little brother."
"Okay little sister, I'll pick the first competition," I grinned. "Thumb wrestling."
Kris smiled as she recalled the numerous thumb wrestling battles we used to have when we were much younger. I usually won because I had stronger hands, but she had to admit it was a fair choice.
We brought our hands together over the countertop, counted to three and set up in the classic thumb battle pose. After an initial flurry of contact and near pins, we both pulled our thumbs back into the safe position.
I eyed my sister over the thumbs. "You know you are going to lose this little sister," I said. "Here's my question, why do you even care who is oldest?"
Kris looked back at me intently, wary of my wavering thumb. "I'm not even sure," she said. "I guess it's because I never wanted to be the annoying little sister who is always getting in the way and wanting to be included, but getting left behind."
The weed had made me very introspective, and I was mulling over this surprising statement from my sister in my mind and let my guard down. In a flash, she had brought her thumb into attack position and using her longer nail, had my thumb pinned painfully down. Before I knew what had hit me, she had counted off one-two-three and was whooping around the kitchen celebrating the unlikely victory as I looked on in shock.
"Crap, I forgot about the fingernail advantage," I said. "Ok then 1-0, your turn to pick."
Kris thought for a second. "Ok, let's stay with the wrestling theme. The next competition will be toe wrestling."
"Toe wrestling, what the hell is that," I said.
"Ok, this is how it works," she said. "You lock up all your toes together, and then the object is to flip the other person over."
I developed a mental image of this and realized why she chose it. Kris had spent many years in swimming, gymnastics and ballet, and I was pretty sure her toes were lethal weapons. But it was her turn to pick, I had to go along. "Ok, toe wrestling it is," I said.
Kris clapped and hooted. "Ok, we need a large, soft surface," she said. "Follow me."
She led the way into our parent's room and jumped on their large bed. "Come on b*o, time to lose again," she said.
I climbed onto the bed with my feet facing hers, and we spent a few moments trying to match our toes up with each other. "Ok, the object is to flip your opponent over to your right," she said. "So you try to go this way and I try to go that way."
I nodded nervously as I felt the powerful grip of Kris's toes. This was not going to be easy, I thought, looking up above the bed. Our parents, in their younger days, had installed a mirror above the bed, so I could see in the reflection our toe-locked position. We counted to three and the second battle was underway. Kris immediately took the advantage with a numbing toe squeeze that had me over on one side quickly.
"Feel the wrath of the toe," Kris said mockingly. "Surrender or you'll never walk again."
My toes were almost cramping from the squeeze. "I'm not dead yet little sister," I replied.
"So tell me," she said between grunts. "Why do you want to be the oldest so bad?"
I was struggling too much to answer. "Ease up for a second and I'll tell you."
Kris eased off just a bit to give me a chance to talk.
"I guess I want to be the oldest because older brothers always watch out for our little sisters, and I like the idea of being the kind of brother who would sort of protect you when you needed it," I said.
As the words sunk in, Kris blinked once, then twice, emotionally surprised by my response. She was genuinely stunned, and she lost her concentration and her toe focus.
In a flash, I took advantage, putting on a sudden surge that turned the tide in the other direction with such a sudden force that not only did I flip Kris onto her stomach; I sent her flying off the bed. It was my turn to celebrate, and I hopped up and jumped up and down on the bed hooting.
Kris got up off the floor, red faced in defeat. "I can't believe I fell for that total bullshit about the protective older brother thing," she said.
I stopped celebrating long enough to laugh. "I can't help if you're a sucker for emotions," I said. "But the truth is I do like the idea of watching out for you...little sister."
Kris answered with a well-aimed pillow to my gut, and we had another round of hysterical laughter.
"Ok, 1-1, what's next b*o," she said.
"More wrestling," I answered. "This time we're going with the arm wrestle." I set up two chairs on either side of a small makeup table and with a gentlemanly arm swoop welcomed Kris to the chair opposite me.
Kris rolled her eyes and plopped down in the chair, resigned to a likely defeat. I was a three sport athlete, worked out religiously, and had an iron-hard upper body. This would be over quick, unless she figured out some way to turn the tables.
We locked hands and Kris immediately tried to go for the quick win, throwing everything she had at me. Even she was surprised when she found herself halfway to victory as I began looking like I was struggling. Maybe she did have a chance after all.
Then she realized that I was only appearing to struggle. I grinned at her mischievously. "Is that all you got, little girl," I laughed. In an obvious attempt to humiliate her, I allowed her to get within a few inches of pinning me but wouldn't give her the final inches. She came to the conclusion it was going to take more than muscle for her to win this.
"I have to agree with you about looking out for your younger sibling b*o," she said. "Just the other day, I had to stick up for you in the girl's locker room."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, really," I said, maintaining my grip and position. I knew what she was up to.
"Really," she grinned. "I was in the locker room and overheard your ex-girlfriend Jenny talking about you."
My eyes narrowed. Jenny and I had an ugly breakup; I knew she was probably saying some bad stuff about you. "What did she say?"
"She said you were not the most...shall we say...endowed...boyfriend she had ever had," Kris grinned. "She said you were on the smaller side."
"Are you serious?" I said, my eyes growing big at the thought of that lie getting around the girl's locker room.
"I set her straight though," Kris continued. "I told her she was full of shit. I said I saw you getting out of the shower one day and you had the biggest cock I'd ever seen."
As she said the words, Kris brought her right foot up under the table and placed it right on my crotch. That action, coupled with the words, left me in a momentary lapse of conscious thought, and in the blink of an eye Kris slammed my hand down the remaining few inches. Before I even knew I had actually lost an arm wrestle to my sister, she was dancing around the room in glee.
"That was totally cheating," I yelled. "You can't toe paw a guy's crotch in arm wrestling!"
Kris laughed hysterically. "You'll have to show me that in the rules," she said. "You guys are all the same, all you have to do it suggest they have a little dick or touch their crotch and you're totally helpless."
I had to nod in agreement. "Ok, 2-1 you, what's next?"
"Well, we've done thumb, toe and arm wrestling," she said. "I think the next competition should be Indian Leg Wrestling."
I looked over at my sister's long, muscular legs and started to seriously think I might go down 3-1 and lose, and be forced to concede the birthright to my sister. I was also still a bit giddy about having my sister's foot tickling my crotch, as well as wondering if she had really seen me getting out of the shower. The truth was I was actually having fun with my sister for the first time in a long time.
"Bring it on, Pocahontas," I said with my best Indian accent.
We climbed up on the bed, facing in other directions with our hips together. Looking up at the mirror on the ceiling we both giggled at the reflection. We raised our legs once, twice, and then the third time we locked them together at the knee and the battle was on. Indian Leg Wrestling has a somewhat ambiguous objective, in that it's really hard to determine how to actually win. Most of it is just locking legs up and then rolling around and squirming.
This is pretty much what the siblings did, except that we started laughing looking at our reflection in the mirror and it turned into another giggle fest. Then, in the midst of the squirming and wrestling and hysterical laughter, we suddenly found ourselves with our legs completely intertwined and our crotches tightly pressed against each other in a scissors pose.
At the same moment, the two siblings suddenly became aware that we were locked up in an odd, but undeniably sexual position, with our groins pressed tightly together and separated only by my boxers and her thin running shorts. At that very moment, both had the same thought that being in this position with a sibling was probably a bad thing. Probably something we should stop. Definitely something that felt taboo. Also definitely something that felt warm and sexy in a naughty, playful kind of way. Both were on the verge of pulling away, both were expecting the other to pull away.
But then we caught each other's eye in the mirror above the bed, something about the giddy looks on our faces said, oh, what the hell. I playfully took hold of Kris's foot and mockingly raised it to my mouth and pretended to bite down on it, causing a laughing scream from Kris another round of hooting and wriggling. She reached down and inadvertently grabbed my ratty t shirt, pulling open another big tear that left it barely covering me.
Looking up at the reflection of our intertwined bodies, I couldn't help but notice that my sister had a rocking body. Every guy at school knew she had the best looking legs anyone had ever seen, tanned, toned, long and beautiful. The sports bra showed off her fit torso and more importantly, showed off the shapely curves of her breasts. She was checking me out as well, noting my fit physique through what was left of my torn t shirt.
One issue was beginning to arise for me, and that was the rising hardness occurring in my boxers. The last thing I wanted was to have an erection while wrestling with my sister, but my erection had other ideas. His short term solution to avoiding that embarrassing revelation was to wriggle into a position where my cock wasn't coming into contact with her, while I somehow figured out a way to calm the b**st.
Unfortunately, neither was working. Rather than backing away, she was moving her crotch tighter into me, and had almost reached the point of dry humping. The warmth where we made contact began to feel very warm. Both twins were grunting and groaning and wriggling around like we were still wrestling, but what was really going on was that both were getting turned on and becoming more aroused. The wrestling had become a pretense. Aching for contact and hard as a rock, I finally gave up and allowed my hard cock to come flush up against Kris's thigh. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and waited for her to pull away, but although I felt Kris stop wrestling, she didn't pull away.
Eventually I opened my eyes and looked up on the ceiling at the mirror. Kris was looking at me intently, with a slight, somewhat derisive smile on her face.
Still I was embarrassed and felt the need to change the tone. Getting back into wrestling mode, I used my legs to flip her over on her stomach and pin her into place, all the while maintaining that solid crotch contact. She was scarcely down for a minute before she pulled the same move and had me face down.
"So would you really look out for me if I was your little sister?" Kris asked me.
I worked my leg trick again and flipped myself back over on top. "Absolutely," I said. "I already look out for you."
Kris turned her head to the side, "Like how?"
"The other day I heard that guy Dave, the one who was trying forever to get you to go out with him, talking about how he got a blow job from you at a party," I said.
"WHAT?" Kris screamed, flipping me back over on to my face on the bed. "That's not true!"
I turned my head to the side so I could speak. "Yes, I realize that, and he does too, now," I said. "I jacked him up against the locker and made him admit to all the guys it was a lie, and I told him if he asked you out again I was going to break his arms."
She eased off and I was allowed to roll back over on my side. She was looking at me with a new sense of appreciation and humbleness. "Thanks I, I appreciate that."
We lay quietly for a moment, no longer wrestling or grinding our crotches together, but still with our legs wrapped around each other. We were both very aroused, and enjoying the contact.
After a while I broke the silence. "So how do we determine who won the Indian Leg Wrestling competition?" I asked.
Kris took a deep breath and looked thoughtful. "I think I would have to admit that you won this round," she said. "After feeling the size of that THING rubbing against my leg, I know that I can no longer call you 'little brother' anymore."
I blushed self-consciously. "Sorry about that, sometimes it has a mind of its own."
"I understand," she smiled. "So that makes us tied, 2-2, so now we have to decide on the tiebreaker?"
"I think the tiebreaker is pretty clear, Freestyle," I said.
"Freestyle," Kris asked suspiciously.
"Freestyle," I repeated while nodding my head.
Before Kris could react, I jumped off the bed, grabbed her, threw her over my shoulders and began my second revolution in spinning her around.
"Freestyle wrestlin' girl," I yelled. "Welcome to the helicopter spin."
I continued to spin her around a few more times as she screamed and laughed, before I flipped her stomach in front of my face and tickled her by motor boating her stomach, then I pile drove her onto her back on the bed, tumbling across the top of her.
From there it was on. We grappled from one side of the bed to the other, laughing and joking the whole time. I was clearly stronger and at the advantage, but I was taking it easy on her and letting her gain the upper hand occasionally. We were both obviously enjoying all the contact and I had given up hiding my arousal. I grabbed her from behind and pulled her into me, tickling her ribs until she screamed for mercy, but then she turned the tables on me, getting him over onto my back and pinning my arms down with her knees, with her cute ass stuck right in my face. I was powerless in wanting to escape this hold, until she leaned forward and started tickling my ribs and stomach. I bucked her off, mostly with my face on her crotch, and then grabbed her from behind, using my arms to pin her arms above her head. I lay back on the bed with her on top of me, and wrapped my legs around hers to hold her down. I made no effort to hide the erection that was positioned nicely between her butt cheeks, and I didn't mind at all when she wriggled around on top of me. We both noted how incredibly sexy this particular wrestling pose looked in the mirror above the bed and neither of us bothered to change for a moment, just enjoying the view. Our legs were entangled, her hands were extended above her head and she looked incredibly sexy lying there, stretched out on me in her sports bra and shorts. Her shorts had ridden up high on her thigh and the fact her nipples were poking at her sports bra was proof that she was aroused.
Eventually she wrestled away, and we continued on with arms and legs intertwined, bodies in close contact, laughing the whole time. The rolling around on the big bed had moved from a wrestling battle to something more like simulated, partially clothed sex. Over the course of the next 20 minutes we worked ourselves into positions ranging from missionary to reverse cowgirl to headlock-doggy-style. We kept up just enough pretend wrestling to justify continuing, though both knew what was going on and both knew the other did.
After a particularly fevered exchange, I ended up straddling Kris's chest, my knees pinning her arms down so that she was helpless. I had her now, I was the dominant one. The best part for me was that in this position, my cock was now just inches from my sister's face, and I could feel her eyes upon me. She was quite obviously tracing the bulge in my boxers with her eyes, and it was incredibly arousing. She looked at my boxers with hunger, then up into my eyes, and she opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue take a long, slow, exaggerated tour of her upper lip.
The effect was overwhelming; I quit breathing, had a heart attack and nearly went blind in the same moment. Just as planned.
With one quick move, Kris pushed down into the bed, brought her legs up from behind me, and put a scissor pin around my head with her legs, jerking me over backwards. She had nailed me again.
"You men are such suckers for a pretty mouth," she said giggling. I did everything to break her hold, but the only thing I could do is flip over. My head was now between her thighs which put me eye level to her crotch. As she squeezed her knees together tighter, I realized my only option was to move my head closer to her crotch. We found ourselves in a comfortable 69 position and accepted that my fate would not be bad at all.
His face was now buried in Kris's crotch, her legs squeezing my ears shut. On the other end, my crotch was poised just inches above Kris's face. Using all my strength, I managed to flip them over so that I was on the bottom and she was on top. His face felt so good buried in the crotch of her shorts that I momentarily forgot it was my sister, and I reached my hands around to her ass and I rubbed my face hard into her. I couldn't stop myself, but I held my breath waiting for Kris's reaction.
Kris froze in position, overwhelmed by the warm wet feeling in her pussy and the competing urge to stop things now. She looked down at the massive erection straining the limits of the boxers. Her face was just inches away. She moved down closer and could feel the heat rise. She closed her eyes and closed the gap, allowing her cheek to lightly touch down on the boxers. The contact caused my cock to leap harder into her face. Slowly, softly, she began to rub her face back and forth across the soft cotton cloth on my boxers. At the same time, she let her legs relax and open up to allow me to move and have more access.
For the first time in several moments, I took a breath. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I definitely did not want it to stop. Emboldened by the feeling of my sister rubbing her face across my cock, I pushed my face harder into her, feeling the wetness through her shorts. I could sense she wasn't wearing underwear, and her shorts were very sheer. I was in perfect position to see the reflection in the mirror above them, watching her head move slowly back and forth and watching as my hands gripped and caressed her ass and pulled her tight onto my face.
We were both too far gone now to think about how naughty this was.
We were both on fire, Kris rubbing her face back and forth over my cock, and I rubbing my face up and down along her pussy. Kris purred softly as she ran one cheek down the length of my cock, all the way down to my balls, and then she would move over to caress the other side of my cock with her other cheek. It was like giving a hand job with her face. She was afraid of what might happen if she let her mouth come in contact with me, so it was only occasionally that her lips would brush up against me.
My mouth was watering as I moved my face up and down along her crotch. I had discovered just how thin her shorts were, as we had become saturated, and I loved the warm wet feeling on my face. I fucking loved the fact that I could watch things unfold in the mirror above us, mesmerized by watching my hands move up and down my sister's body, lightly moving from her thighs all the way up her back. I thought about working my hands around to her breasts, but didn't want to push my luck. Besides I loved feeling her shapely ass and eventually working up the courage to slip my hand under the thin material a few times.
I’m sure that I wasn’t the only one wanting to be naked while doing this, but somehow we resisted the urge, besides this felt well enough — and bad enough —as it was.
Kris was starting to lose her mind to her arousal. I was pretty sure my cock had never been this hard, and I was quickly losing control. I felt my cock swelling up towards a powerful orgasm, and almost simultaneously I felt Kris quiver, and then shudder, and then tremble violently, and I lost control and lashed my tongue out as hard as I could into her shorts, pushing them so far into her I could taste her.
At the same time, Kris watched mesmerized as my cock bulged and throbbed until it was standing nearly straight up. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't resist, and she opened her mouth and began running her mouth up and down the length of my cock, still covered by the boxers. Up and down she went, and as her body exploded in orgasm she could feel my cock pumping fluid out, saturating my boxers. After what seemed like several minutes my cock finally settled down, and she took the opportunity to taste my fluid soaked boxers with a final warm, wet kiss on the tip.
For about a minute we laid there in that position, completely spent. Eventually Kris found the energy to roll off of me and lay her exhausted head on my chest.
"Well," she said finally. "That was pretty crazy."
I stammered back, "Very Crazy!"
"Say, by the way, happy birthday," she said.
I looked over at the clock. It was exactly midnight. Eighteen years earlier we may have been in the same position.
"Wow, you too," I said. "I guess we finally determined who came first."
She looked at me suspiciously, ready for a new battle. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that the battle is over," I said.
"Clearly, we both came at the same time."
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