When All Resistance Is Gone - Sex Stories

When All Resistance Is Gone

Kat and I never got along from day one. Maybe from even before then. Everyone commented on it. Said it was unusual. Especially as we were twins. Our folks had sent us both to therapy. Together and individually. Disaster. Together, we openly brawled. Separately, we bitched, each about the other. Nothing worked. We literally couldn't be in the same room without a fistfight ensuing. Family holidays were invariably a disaster. One airline had even put us on their no-fly list. After years of refereeing, finally, my parents decided on something more drastic. Shortly after we turned 20, they took an extended, open vacation and left us behind. Sayonara!

Ok, a bit about us. Kat was five foot tall plus change. I, my name is Kay (short for Kevin somehow), was six on the money. She was slim, petite, raven haired, and according to anyone who cared to express an opinion on the toilet wall in our old high school, had a rack angels would weep for. To me, she was plain ugly. A whining gas bag self-entitled valley girl wannabe. I played sports and computer games. The first had me fit and lean, the second, wanting for friends. I was a loner. She was a socialite. She was vegan. I ate steak. I volunteered in the local old folk's home. She never missed a party.

My parents briefed us each separately before the great escape. We would both have access to the same pool of cash to keep us together till they returned. The refrigerator and freezer were stocked for months. Anything else, we could ...

... swing for. For three days after they left, neither of us saw the other. We were two ships passing, etc.

Everything changed on day four.

It started with texts. Which I didn't bother reading and left on unseen. All day long, I went from class to class, pretty much alone. My phone chirped and chirped, I ignored it. Arriving home that evening, I fully expected to have the place to myself. When I found signs of life, I was pissed. I decided to cook quickly and head to my room, keep out of her way. It seemed like the best solution for a quiet life. It had worked for the last three days at any rate.

I was still clattering pans when Kat walked into the kitchen. I sensed her arrival but chose to ignore it. She didn't say anything for a while. Just stood there looking at me throwing food in a pan. Eventually, she coughed. Not a clearing of the throat cough, more a 'hey, fuckhead' one.

Throwing my eyes skyward, I turned.

Kat stood on the other side of the island. The first thing I noticed were the shiners. Both eyes. Somewhere that registered in my head as a broken nose. Then I saw the arm, wrapped wrist to armpit in a white bandage. Then, the cut on her forehead. My stomach lurched. I may have despised her, but I also discovered, in that moment, that I felt responsible for her like no other. We shared a connection few other people on earth could even comprehend. I might make her life living hell, but god forbid anyone else should try.

"What happened to you?" I asked, a ...