When All Resistance Is Gone - Sex Stories

When All Resistance Is Gone

... punch me with her sore arm.

"Careful. What can I do to make you comfortable?"

She looked at me straight in my eyes, my stomach flipped, and I felt a weird pulling sensation in my groin.

"It's going to sound weird, but could you barricade the door and make sure the place is secure? It'd make me feel a little less scared."

"Sure thing, sis."

I searched the apartment and settled for emptying a big old oak bookcase and setting it on its side across the door. I lined glass ornaments along the top side. They'd fall and make noise if anyone tried to push the bookcase out of the way. Then I took a photo of the setup on my phone and went back into Kat to show her the snap.

"Feel safer?" I asked.

"Yes." She whispered, softly. "Thank you." She really must have been rattled to speak so softly to me.

"One other thing." Kat said, returning to her bossy old self. I nodded. Right then, I'd have agreed to anything to assuage the guilt I was feeling.

"Anything."

"I may hold you to that." She laughed. "But, if you're talking to mom and dad, not a word. Ok?"

"Fuck, yeah."

Sibling Omerta I could do.

"Lips sealed." I knew we'd both be grounded for life if the parents ever heard.

"Thanks."

After that, things never quite returned to normal for us. First off, I now felt super protective towards Kat, and was determined to accompany her wherever she wanted to go. Even though she beat me into the world by fifteen minutes, I now felt like the older sibling. ...

... The protector. Secondly, Kat's outgoing nature was massively dented by the assault. Over the next few days, I came to realize she was actively not going out. In fact, she hadn't left the apartment once since the attack. I began to wonder if I should try to find someone for her to talk with. Third, she now had a hair trigger sleep thing going. If I went into the kitchen late at night for a snack, she'd appear within seconds to check what the noise was. One night, I was late back from the library, and I found her in tears on the couch. She had convinced herself that something had happened to me. When I gently quizzed her about it, it turned out that she was terrified the two guys were lurking about the building and would do me in to get to her.

I did my best to keep her calm, but all suggestions about seeing someone fell on deaf ears.

So, I found myself staying at home more too. She really did get frantic if I even went to a local store. I'd get a bunch of WhatsApps there and back. Besides, shifting the bookcase every time I wanted to go out was proving to be a nuisance.

I quickly became adept at cooking vegan dishes. And to be honest, I even began enjoying them, and the company of my sister while we ate. We still bickered, but only over stupid stuff, like what to watch on TV.

Time passed and we fell into the rhythm of an old married couple. Separate rooms and all.

Our parents kept in occasional contact, but finding we were civil with each other, they decided they ...