The Rivalry - Sex Stories

The Rivalry

My name is Chris and my twin s****r’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 b*****r, and I insisted on referring to her as little s****r. Up until the teen years the battles would involve bl**dy 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 s****r," 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 s****r'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 ...