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The Rivalry

... 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 s****r, 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 s****r's long, muscular legs and started to seriously think I might go down 3-1 and lose, and be f***ed to concede the birthright to my s****r. I was also still a bit giddy about having my s****r'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 s****r 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 ...