Literotic asexstories – Comforting My Hot Sister by ashbee32,ashbee32 I was bashing my Xbox controller, focused unblinkingly on the TV ahead.
“You’re cheating,” whined Kara.
“Bullshit.”
“You are so cheating!”
I threw up my arms in a victory sign as the image on the TV flashed. Kara rolled her eyes as she tossed her controller aside. I laughed and shrugged at her apologetically. It was one of the upsides of having my sister move in with me. I had someone I could pummel in video games whenever I felt like it.
At that moment, though, Kara certainly looked the part of an older sister. Her arms were folded across her chest and she was scowling at the TV.
“Come on, you’ll get better! You just have to keep practicing. Like…a lot,” I said mischievously.
“Whatever. I’m going to bed. You wanna do something fun tomorrow?”
“No can do, sis. I’m hanging out with Tracy for most of the day.”
My sister placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Right. Of course. The only girl you ever wanna spend time with now, huh?”
“She’s my girlfriend, what d’you want me to do?”
“It’s fine. I get it. Just don’t complain when I meet a guy and start ditching you…” said Kara sternly.
I chuckled. “Sure, you’ll get a free pass.”
Kara yawned and stretched her arms over her head. The waistband of her leggings slid down a bit, while her undersized t-shirt rode up, leaving her navel and a strip of midriff exposed. I would never have said it out loud, but I had to grudgingly admit that any guy who landed my sister would be as lucky as heck. Her delicate face, framed by her straight blonde hair, was about the prettiest you’d ever see. Combined with her slim, soft, 5’7″ body and near-perfect tan year round…I was sure most guys couldn’t hope to do better.
Obviously, being siblings, we were at each other’s throats more often than not. That meant I would never in a million years have told her that she was an attractive girl. It was my duty to give her as much shit as possible, and she was happy to reciprocate.
“Look at you; wearing those gym outfits when we both know you’ve never worked out,” I teased.
“Shut up!” Kara ended her stretch and placed her hand over her bare stomach as she walked away. “Goodnight! See you in the morning!”
I hadn’t been so keen on my sister moving in with me. But she’d fallen on hard times and she was desperate, so refusing hadn’t been an option. A few months later, I couldn’t imagine her not being there. We’d become so close that I would have really missed her if she’d left. For all the ribbing we gave each other, I knew she was a good sister and I could count on her anytime.
There was one problem, though. My sister and my girlfriend, Tracy, didn’t like each other. Neither had said it explicitly, but I knew both girls well enough to know when they didn’t like someone. I knew Kara resented Tracy for being the “new girl” who was suddenly the focus of my time and attention. And she couldn’t be convinced that Tracy had my best interests at heart.
Tracy, meanwhile, didn’t like that my sister lived with me and thus had an outsized influence on my thinking and decisions. I had naively hoped that they would come around to each other, but that didn’t seem to be happening.
****
The following morning, I walked into Kara’s room, looking for a phone charger she’d taken. She was lying on her back in her pajamas, with her iPad propped on her thighs. I was surprised to see her watching a video about boxing.
“Thinking of taking up a new hobby?” I snickered.
Kara glared at me. “What, you think I wouldn’t be able to box?”
“Duh. You’re as unfit as fuck.”
“Please. I could totally win a fight.”
I laughed and shook my head as I turned to leave the room. My sister was so easy to goad. If I suggested she wasn’t good enough to do something – anything – she would reflexively insist that she could do it. I was nearly at the door when she piped up again.
“I’ll bet I can box better than Tracy, that’s for sure.”
I turned around with my eyebrows raised. “You don’t seriously think that, right?”
“What? You don’t think I could beat up your girlfriend?!” Kara was sitting upright on her bed now, her face defiant, with her hair messy from her head being on her pillow.
“Tracy works out. Like, a lot.”
“So? I could still take her in a fight. I’m like, three inches taller than her.”
“Kara, stop thinking about it. I’m telling you, you wouldn’t win.”
“Fine. You wanna bet? I’ll text her right now.”
“What? What are you doing?”
Kara ignored me as she picked up her phone and rapidly tapped out a bunch of texts. A few moments later, she looked up triumphantly.
“All set! Tracy said she’s in.” Kara held up her phone and shoved it toward my face.
“You’re kidding.” My jaw was slack. “Wait, hang on. You and Tracy seriously agreed to box each other? Like, for real?”
“Oooh, what’s the matter? Don’t wanna see your precious girlfriend get beat up?” Kara chewed her lip as she sneered at me playfully.
“No, more that I never thought I’d see my sister and my girlfriend get into a freaking fight, let alone with each other.”
“Well, you can thank your darling sister for making it happen!” Kara spread her hands and did a mock bow. “Look, we even decided what we’re gonna wear.”
“And what would that be?”
“Running shorts and sports bras,” announced Kara cheerfully. “I’ve got a super cute one of each I’ve been wanting to try out.”
“Sis…you aren’t really gonna do this, right?”
“Of course I am!” Kara’s face fell when she saw that I didn’t share her enthusiasm. “Come on…it’s not such a big deal. Be fun! You’ll get to watch some hot girls bouncing around a ring in sexy outfits! What kinda dude complains about that?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. Her wording made me feel a little weird. Did my sister think that’s how I saw her? As a ‘hot girl’ that I would enjoy looking at? Curiously, I didn’t feel immediately repulsed when the thought flitted across my mind. That was strange. Still, the whole idea seemed nuts.
“I’ve been wanting you two to spend more time together. To become friends. And be nice to each other. Not to… punch the crap out of each other.”
“Well, we can work out our tension with these,” said Kara, putting up her fists and doing a few miniature punches. “I’ll bet we’ll be way closer friends afterward.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. That might actually happen, although I was still skeptical.
“That is…if she still wants to stick around after I’m done with her,” said Kara with a smirk.
I shook my head as I walked out of the room, still struggling to believe what my crazy sister had just done.
****
Late that night, I was lying on my bed and staring up at the ceiling. I was picturing the scene in my head. My girlfriend and my sister, clad in only sports bras and running shorts. Circling each other in a ring. Their limbs shuffling and thrusting as they took shots at each other. Their bare bellies twisting and turning as they pitted their bodies against each other.
I had assumed I would have to block my sister out of that mental image in order to find it arousing, but my rapidly building erection seemed to indicate otherwise. In fact, in this fantasy, she was occupying my attention just as much as my girlfriend, if not more so. My cock only grew harder when I thought about the two girls landing punches on each other. I thought about how my sister’s face would contort with pain when Tracy’s strong fist rammed into her stomach. How she would try to defend herself, but would stand no chance against my far stronger, fitter girlfriend. I was in disbelief at what a turn-on this was. My erection was properly raging now.
The fight played out again and again in my head, each time making me even hornier at the thought of my sister’s body being put to the test and coming up short against my girlfriend’s. Eventually, I came, hard. Harder than I’d come in a long time.
I lay on my back, breathing heavily.
Well, that was a new kind of fucked up, I thought to myself. I let the thoughts swirl in my head as I fell asleep.
****
It was the morning of the fight. I was sitting at the kitchen nook when Kara walked in. She was in high spirits, and dressed in her fight outfit. A pair of pink running shorts and a white sports bra. She squeezed my shoulders as she walked by. I felt guilty as I watched her make her breakfast. I had jerked off to the fantasy fight between her and Tracy every night since she’d arranged it. And it had felt good. Horribly, horribly good.
“Fighters’ gotta carb load!” said Kara as she prepared a few slices of toast.
Her body looks so soft, I thought. Tracy is going to tear through it like butter.
“What’s the matter with you? You look like you’re going to a funeral?” Kara stood next me and ruffled my hair.
I hung my head for a moment. As hot as my fantasy fights had been, I loved my sister too much to stay quiet and just let her get beaten up in real life. “I still think it’s a bad idea. I don’t want you to get hurt. That’s all.”
“Only one girl’s getting hurt today – and it ain’t me.” Kara hummed cheerfully as she took her seat and ate.
I sighed and placed my hands on her shoulders. “Sis, I need you to listen to me. Please?”
Kara frowned, realizing I was being serious. “Okay, what’s up?”
“You know you’ve got those pictures up on your social media profiles? Those pics of you in bikinis and crop-tops and stuff?”
“I didn’t know you looked at those, but yeah?”
“Well, Tracy can see those too. Think about what that means.”
“I’m not getting it.”
“She’s seen your body, Kara. She knows you’re weaker than her. That’s why she agreed to fight you! She knows she’s going to win.”
For a change, she didn’t try to dismiss me with some silly playful remark. Instead, she stared at her plate for a while before responding. “It’s pretty hurtful that you’d say that about my body.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I promise. I just don’t want my sister getting beat up, that’s all.” I rubbed her shoulders as I spoke, which felt surprisingly satisfying.
“Alright. Listen. We’re just going to have a light little sparring session, okay? That’s what it’s called, right – sparring? That’s all we’re doing. It’s not some crazy deathmatch type of shit.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. That did, in fact, make me feel a whole lot less worried. “Shit, sis, why didn’t you just tell me that? I’ve been worried sick.”
Kara finished her breakfast and gave me a quick peck on my cheek. “It’s sweet that you were worried about me. But we’re just gonna have a bit of harmless fun and then…we’ll hang out or something. It’ll be nice.”
I nodded as she walked away. I touched the spot where she’d kissed me. She’d never done that before.
****
I brought my sister to the gym and found Tracy ready and waiting. She greeted me with a tight hug and a kiss on the lips. I couldn’t help but notice Kara rolling her eyes as she watched it. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of my girlfriend in her skimpy outfit. Her abs looked toned and hard, especially the upper ones. You could tell she did a ton of crunches. She was shorter than my sister, and about as skinny. But Tracy was all firm, toned muscle – a far cry from my sister’s soft, untrained body.
After exchanging some pleasantries, with both girls seemingly on their best behavior, they climbed into the ring.
“Alright, how are you girls doing this? Timed rounds?” I asked.
“Sure. Let’s do…twelve rounds?” Tracy chirped with a grin, tying her brunette hair back in a ponytail as she spoke.
“Tracy…” I began.
“Sure, twelve rounds,” said Kara immediately.
I walked over to Kara’s corner and spoke to her quietly. “Kara, you can’t handle twelve rounds of fighting. Make it five. You aren’t conditioned at all. You’re going to run out of energy real quick.”
My sister glared at me defiantly, then turned to face Tracy. “Like I said, we’ll do twelve rounds.”
I threw up my hands in defeat and stepped back to start the fight. “Alright, if you’re both ready, have at it.”
I started the stopwatch and both girls approached each other. I was ashamed to find myself admiring not only my girlfriend’s scantily-clad body, but my sister’s as well. That outfit looked incredibly cute on Kara. Only next to a girl like Tracy would anyone have found fault with Kara’s body – namely in her obvious lack of fitness and gym-chiseled muscles.
The girls bobbed around the ring for a bit, throwing a few light punches. They weren’t seriously trying to hurt each other, which was a relief. But even so, I could easily see that Tracy’s technique was in a whole different league to Kara’s. Where my sister threw clumsy, floppy punches that landed nowhere in particular, Tracy’s were straight, sharp and laser-accurate. The muscles in her arms were small, but stuck out clearly as she threw her well-coordinated strikes.
Even though the fighting was light, it was obvious that just a single round was straining my sister’s heart and lungs. She was sweating profusely by the end of it. Her cleavage was glistening red and her chest was heaving hard from the effort of breathing. By comparison, Tracy looked ice-cold. I couldn’t even spot a bead of sweat on her. While she still wore a confident smirk, Kara’s had vanished, replaced by her panting for breath.
When the round ended, I called Kara to the corner. “Hey, are you okay? You wanna keep going?”
Kara nodded. “Of course. I’m fine.”
Round 2 started. My sister was more sluggish than before, a large amount of her energy reserves already spent. I noticed Tracy getting more elaborate with her strikes. In the first round, she had gone for Kara’s face and head. But now she tapped my sister’s gut a few times, having realized that it was left wide open.
Kara winced, but the punches were light and only caused a slight bit of discomfort.
In round 3, Kara’s legs were looking shaky. She struggled to keep up with Tracy moving around the ring, and I could tell that her hands were getting heavier to keep up. She dabbed at her brow and pushed her hair off her face. Her breathing was increasingly being replaced with desperate gasps. I started to feel sorry for her. Her poor lungs must have felt like they were on fire.
Tracy started to place more punches on my sister’s stomach. They were a little harder now, enough to stop my sister in her tracks and have her grimace with mild pain for a moment. I watched with interest. My girlfriend’s punches didn’t look like the sort an untrained girl would throw. They were well aimed – like she’d done it before. And she was hitting my sister above the navel and below her ribs. Right where the weakest, most sensitive organs were.
At the end of the round, I spoke to Kara. “Sis, it’s time to pack it up. You’re done.”
Kara shook her head. “I can go as long as she can.”
“No, you can’t. She’s barely even warmed up. You’re exhausted,” I said gently. “It’s okay. You gave it a shot. You can stop now.”
Kara shook her head again.
Fuck, big sis, you can be as stubborn as hell, I thought.
Round 4 was when it started to get properly bad for Kara. My sister was wheezing with each breath, and each step she took was precariously shaky. Tracy’s punches were harder now. And she was mostly targeting Kara’s defenseless belly. She wasn’t hitting her hard enough to make her double over in pain. But each strike was compressing Kara’s stomach enough to drive a burst of air out of her – air which her body desperately needed.
I recognized the look on my sister’s face. She was getting nauseous. Probably from exhaustion, but those sharp jabs in her full stomach definitely weren’t helping. I should have probably warned her of that before she’d eaten her breakfast.
I begged her to stop. “Sis, you’re done. You’re about to puke. You’ve had enough.”
“I’m not gonna puke,” mumbled Kara with very little confidence.
I wanted to knock her out myself, out of sheer frustration.
I could instantly tell that Tracy’s stance had hardened in round 5. She was intending to put some serious power behind her punches. She led Kara around the ring for a bit, wearing her out even more. Then she let loose with a hard body shot.
“UUUHHNG!” blurted my sister, folding at her waist and clutching her stomach.
“Tracy!” I called. I was shocked at how hard she’d hit my sister, in what was supposedly a friendly bit of sparring.
But Tracy’s face was now cruel and gleeful. I quickly realized what was happening. This had never been a friendly fight, ever. Tracy had done exactly what I’d warned my sister about. She had come here to hurt her. Her plan had always been to exhaust my less-fit sister, and then use her as a helpless punching bag.
Kara was still clutching her stomach and collapsed against the ropes. Tracy didn’t give her a moment of relief. She closed in and threw an uppercut, snapping Kara’s head backward. Swaying precariously on her feet, Kara’s hands flailed, trying to decide which part of her body needed protecting. Tracy answered that question the moment she saw a clean shot to my sister’s bare stomach.
“HHHNNNNNNG!” Kara’s legs gave out under her as she folded over again.
Tracy grabbed her by her shoulders and propped her up again.
“Tracy! That’s enough! She’s done,” I snapped.
But Tracy let loose with a combo of brutal hooks and jabs to Kara’s head, face and stomach. Kara’s hair flopped wildly as her head snapped back and forth. Her stomach gave out and she vomited onto the mat. I leaped into the ring and threw myself between the girls.
“That’s it! It’s over. Tracy, you win. My sister is done fighting.”
Tracy said a few things to me, but I ignored her. I was entirely focused on my poor sister, who was now sobbing uncontrollably.
“Hey…it’s okay. Look at me.” I picked up her chin and rubbed her shoulders. “It’s over. Let’s take you home, alright?”
Kara was too drained – and in too much pain – to speak. All she could do was groan gutterally and clutch my arm. I slipped my arm around her waist and told her to put her weight on me as she walked.
“Here, drink this.” I held a bottle of water up to her lips, carefully letting the relieving liquid go down her throat without choking her.
Helping her with each step, I gently led my severely-beaten sister out of the gym.
****
Much later in the evening, I knocked on Kara’s door a few times.
“Go away,” came the muffled response from inside.
I knew what my sister’s “go away” meant. She needed someone to talk to her and make her feel better, but was too crabby and proud to admit it. I opened the door and walked in to find her curled up under a blanket. She turned over to glare at me. I didn’t bother asking if she was okay. She obviously wasn’t. Her hair was a mess, spread out over her pillow and partially covering her face. It was cute, somehow.
I sat on the edge of her bed, which elicited a grumble as she reluctantly shifted over to make room.
“I dumped Tracy.”
Kara frowned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sat up. She drew her legs up and crossed them. She was still wearing her fighting outfit, and her bare legs were touching my hip. I was feeling the “weird” sensation again. The one I’d had when I’d finished my jerking session, when she’d kissed my cheek and when I’d rubbed her shoulders at the gym. The feeling that I should have been reluctant to touch – or even see – my own sister’s body, yet I wasn’t. In fact, I was looking at her sports bra and remembering the way her breasts had wobbled and bounced when she’d bobbed around the ring.
“Why?” Kara stroked the hair out of her face, looking at me quizzically. Her voice was hoarse. She had been crying.
“Because she hurt you.”
Kara looked embarrassed. “It was me who went looking for a fight, remember?”
I shook my head. “No, you went looking for a friendly, fun bit of sparring. She decided to beat you up. And she refused to stop hurting you, even when I told her to. That’s not okay, ever.”
Kara bit her lower lip and looked away. “You were happy with her.”
“Yeah. I was. But she wasn’t more important than my big sister. Nobody gets to do what she did to you. That’s all there is to it.”
Kara gave a small smile. It was barely noticeable, but she knew I’d seen it. She wasn’t going to say the words out loud, and that was okay. It was a “thank you” smile.
“I’m really sorry about this whole fight thing. I was being a massive bitch when you tried to warn me about what was gonna happen. I should have listened.”
Kara saddled up next to me and tilted her head against my shoulder. I was surprised. She hadn’t done that since we were little kids. I ran my fingers through her hair affectionately. It felt good. Having her mostly-bare body against my own felt good.
“Babe? Please could you do me a favor?”
I wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly. “Babe”? That was a name she called me now? Sure, it wasn’t necessarily sexual, but still. I’d never heard that one before.
“Uh, yeah, sure?”
“Could we…not tell anybody about this? About what Tracy did to me?”
“Oh, shit. Kara…I wish I could tell you that nobody would know about this, but I’m pretty sure Tracy has already told everybody she knows.”
Kara’s shoulders sagged and she looked glum. Since we were apparently being more physically affectionate, I put my arm around her and pulled her in tightly.
“But…how about this? If anyone asks me about it, I promise I’ll tell them you held up like a champ.”
That got a small laugh from Kara. “Okay.”
“In exchange, you’ve gotta promise something as well, okay?”
“Yeah?”
I placed my hand under Kara’s chin and made her look at me. Tracy had mostly worked over her body, but she’d hit her in the face and head a few times, too. There were a few bruises beginning to form and some slight swelling.
“I know you’re going to tell me you’re perfectly fine, but if you’re hurt at all – like, in any way – you have to tell me.”
“I promise.” Kara quickly placed a kiss on my cheek. The second one in a single day.
****
I spent the night on an emotional rollercoaster. I hadn’t enjoyed watching my sister get beaten up…while it was happening. But now that it was over and she was (essentially) okay, the memory of it was a whole different story. I played it over and over in my head, and it turned me on more each time.
The grunts and moans Kara had given when Tracy’s punches had sunk deep into her soft stomach. The way her skinny body had glistened with sweat while being exerted. The way Kara had desperately tried to defend herself, but simply wasn’t strong enough. The look of horror on her face as she’d realized how vulnerable her body was.
I thought about those little touches we’d exchanged and how good it had felt to rub her shoulders. Her bare, tanned legs pressed up against me when we’d sat on her bed. That look of love and gratitude when she realized I’d picked her over the other girl.
I came more than once that night. Tracy never featured at all. Every image, every thought that pumped up my cock, it was all just my sister.
****
The next morning, I felt unusually awkward when Kara joined me in the living room. On one hand, she was just my sister. The same girl I hung out with all the time. On the other hand, she was the hot chick who’d been the subject of my fantasies late at night.
I immediately noticed that she was wearing her leggings with a full-length t-shirt, a conservative look by her standards. It made sense. Her belly must have felt vulnerable after being brutalized the day before, so she wanted to keep it covered up.
“What’s the matter? No crop top today?”
“Nah, it’s a little cold today.” Kara lied, as she sat next to me on the couch.
She reached for the TV remote, but I swatted her hand away.
“Sorry, girly, but you have to eat breakfast first,” I said firmly. “You puked up your only meal yesterday and you haven’t eaten for more than a day.”
“I wish I could, but I swear I just have no appetite.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that. So I figured out a way to fix it. Come on, let’s head to the kitchen.”
I led Kara to the kitchen and saw her face gradually perk up as certain smells started wafting over her. Her jaw dropped when she entered the kitchen and saw how much I’d prepared for her.
“No way! You made all this for me?”
“Sure did! I would ask if it worked, but I think I’ve got my answer,” I said, referring to the loud rumbles suddenly coming from my sister’s stomach.
Kara giggled and her face flushed slightly. She flung herself at me for a hug. It was a longer, tighter hug than we usually exchanged. I decided to take advantage of it and placed a firm kiss on her head. Her hair felt soft and smelled freshly-shampooed.
I left Kara to eat and went back to the living room, wondering where I was hoping to take this newfound affection I had for her.
****
It was mid-morning when Kara sat next to me on the couch again. I was relieved to notice that a full stomach had restored her energy, and she was sounding like her normal self again. We killed time in our usual ways – TV, video games, music – but I kept glancing over at her. I tried to tell myself I was looking at her to make sure she was recovering fine, but even I didn’t believe that. I was looking at my sister because I was picturing her sexy, tanned body underneath those clothes. And what it would be like to just strip off her shirt, and her leggings, and go wild with her.
I was building up to a question, though. After some thought, I asked it. “Kara…I need to ask you something.”
“Oh? Okay?” Kara turned to face me, bringing her legs up onto the couch as she did.
“I know you never liked my ex. You didn’t need to tell me, I could figure it out. Not to mention that she was the first place your head went when we spoke about fighting. Look, I get it. You’re my sister, she was my girlfriend – I never expected you to be best friends. But it was different. You…hated her. Like, really, really hated her. I want to know why.”
Kara gazed at me for a while before answering. I was past the point of trying to rationalize the feelings I had for her. Those gorgeous blue eyes, and the way her hair somehow looked sexy even when it was all ruffled up. The way her body leaned in toward me; those thighs in those leggings, those breasts under that t-shirt. I had no way of explaining it, other than simply wanting her. Whether it was in my bed or right there on the couch – I wanted nothing more than to have her on her back, with her legs wrapped around me.
“I hated her because she stole my baby brother from me. You’re the closest person I’ve ever had. Nobody knows us better than we know each other. Shit, I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. Suddenly, everything you did was all about her. That little bitch walked into our lives out of nowhere…and took you from me. That’s why I hated her.”
I knew that was one of those opportunities for me to make more physical contact with Kara than I normally would. So I placed my hands on her sides and brought her in really tight. Her tits and belly felt firm and soft, respectively, as they were squashed up against me.
“I’m sure you’ve figured out that was never the case. I always loved you more, sis.”
To my surprise, Kara didn’t pull away from the hug. She just nestled her head in my chest and sighed with satisfaction. After a few moments of being cuddled up, she looked up at me, her eyes telling me that she was weighing up her next words carefully.
“Whatever’s on your mind, just go ahead and tell me. It’s okay,” I assured her.
“This…may not be okay. And I’m scared to say it.”
“Don’t be.” I massaged her back firmly and felt her body relax. Good. She felt safe.
“Okay, here goes. I feel like we’ve changed over the last few days. We were this mean, shitty pair of siblings who were always giving each other crap about stuff…and that changed all of a sudden. Now we’re giving each other hugs and kisses, making sure the other one’s had a meal, cuddling up on the couch like this…that kinda stuff. Have you noticed it too?”
I tried my best to keep a neutral expression. “I guess you’re right. But that’s not a bad thing. It’s okay for us to be nice to each other. As we just said, we’re really close.”
Kara shook her head. “This isn’t just us being nice. We’re being sweet to each other. The same way a couple would.”
I could see that there was more she wanted to tell me. “What else is on your mind?”
She took a deep breath before speaking. “Something happened to me during the fight.”
“What? Kara, are you hurt or something?”
“No, no, not like that. I mean…something happened to me emotionally. Sexually…” Kara murmured the last word.
My heart skipped a beat as I processed what she’d said. This was surreal. “You’re really gonna have to help me out here.”
“This is gonna sound crazy. But when I was getting beat up…it aroused me. It gave me this fucked up rush that turned me on.”
“Kara, I was there. You didn’t enjoy getting beaten like that. You were in pain. The whole time.”
“I know. And trust me, the pain was horrible. But what turned me on were the thoughts I was having during all of that.”
“Such as?” My throat and mouth had suddenly become bone-dry.
“Alright, here goes. When she was ripping into my stomach like that…all I could think about was that you were seeing how vulnerable my body was. And that you wanted to protect me. You were seeing her hurting my body, and you were horrified by it. That…made me feel something I can’t even describe. But I wanted it to happen more and more. And I wanted you to take care of me, and hold me, and make me feel loved. Exactly the way you did.”
Kara’s voice was trembling by the time she finished speaking. She looked afraid, as though she thought I was going to flip out on her. I figured this was the only opportunity I would ever get to tell her what I needed to.
“Sis, I’ve got a confession of my own. From the moment you told me about the fight, I kept picturing your body. Tracy’s, too, but it was yours that I kept coming back to. The sight of you getting all exerted and hot and sweaty…I couldn’t get it out of my mind. The last couple of days, I couldn’t stop thinking about just how sexy you look in those skimpy outfits you wear.”
A broad, beaming smile crossed my sister’s face. I could practically see the tension lifting off her.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t like seeing you get hurt when it was actually happening. But thinking about it afterward? I get turned on like crazy everytime I do. The thought of you being beat up by a smaller girl, all because she was hitting in your weakest spot, and you being overcome by the pain…I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on like that before.”
Kara leaned forward and placed her lips on mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sweet smell of her. Her lips were so soft. They were just perfect. How could all this have been right here with me the whole time? We kissed. Slowly at first, but then more vigorously, my sister determined to drive her tongue further and further into my throat. It was clear that she was a great kisser.
There was no way she didn’t notice the enormous erection I had. She was straddling my lap as we kissed. It only grew larger and harder when Kara started moaning as we kissed.
When we eventually stopped, both of us were breathing heavily. Our foreheads were touching.
“Well, that was pretty fucked up, huh?” Kara gasped out between breaths.
“Guess there’s no coming back from that,” I agreed, still expecting to wake up from this dream at any moment.
“I…need to do some thinking about what just happened. You understand, right?”
I nodded, already trying to figure out my own thoughts.
We went to our respective bedrooms. I collapsed onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling. My heart was trying to hammer its way out of my chest. I tried to gather my thoughts, but they were swirling around hopelessly in my shocked brain.
I’ve just kissed my sister. She just kissed me.
This is wrong and messed up in every possible way. We have no way of undoing what just happened.
But she’s beautiful. She’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. I’ve never wanted any girl’s body the way I want hers.
But she’s my sister.
But I don’t care.
I’m not sure how much time I spent lying there in silence, but I eventually heard the door of my bedroom opening. Kara walked in slowly. Her leggings and t-shirt were gone. Only her black bra and panties remained. I’d never seen her in her underwear before. Her blonde hair was left open and it was flowing messily around her beautiful face.
The look in my sister’s eyes told me everything I needed to know. She was nervous, but she had made up her mind. She wanted this.
She climbed onto my bed and drew her long, perfectly smooth legs against my own. She turned over until she was lying on top of me. We kissed again for a few moments. Then she set about removing my clothes. I didn’t put up any resistance at all. If Kara was at all awkward about seeing my exposed cock, she certainly didn’t show it.
I placed my hands on her hips and slid her panties down. She flicked them off her ankles with a quick stretch of her sexy legs. Then she was on my cock. Bouncing up and down, causing her breasts to jiggle. I reached up and unhooked her bra, leaving her body completely naked.
My sister was wet, and getting wetter with each thrust of my cock into her tight pussy. She was moaning louder each time she went up and down. I grabbed her hips and rolled over, so that I was now straddling her. Just like in so many of those fantasies, except this was real.
I fucked her hard and she didn’t object. In fact, the harder I nailed her, the more pleasurably she moaned and grinned. Our bodies were both sweaty and my sister’s fluids were running down the insides of her thighs. As her moaning reached a crescendo, we both came, hard. Kara’s back arched incredibly high as she did.
We both lay there for a while, panting heavily. My sister tucked her head against my shoulder and sighed contentedly.
“Well. That’s a first,” I remarked.
Kara giggled, but then got serious. “This probably goes without saying…but nobody can ever find out about this. Okay?”
“Obviously. You think I want anyone to know my sister and I fucked each other?”
“Fucked each other’s brains out, you mean?”
We both burst out laughing.
“I’ll tell you something. From now on, when you walk around here with so much of that sexy body showing, I’m gonna handle it very differently,” I said.
“I look forward to it. In fact, I think I’ll let you pick what I wear every day.”
We laughed again. I turned to face my sister. Her perfect legs stretched to the end of my bed. I was already getting hard again, just from the sight of her naked body.
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