The Rivalry - Sex Stories

The Rivalry

... 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 s****r 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 s****r, 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 s****r?" 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 ...