The Rivalry - Sex Stories

The Rivalry

... 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 b*****r." "Okay little s****r, I'll pick the first competition," I grinned. "Thumb wrestling." Kris smiled as she recalled the numerous thumb wrestling battles we used ...