When All Resistance Is Gone - Sex Stories

When All Resistance Is Gone

... attractive?"

"What?" I asked absentmindedly.

"I said what do you find attractive about me?"

"I didn't say I found you attractive, sis. I said you were attractive. Like to other guys."

She smiled demurely.

"But if you were able to step outside of your brotherly role?"

"What?"

"If you pretended not to be my twin for a minute, what would you say was attractive about me?"

"Not your neediness, anyway."

"Come on. I'm serious. I haven't heard a compliment in weeks."

"Oh, fawning-withdrawal is it? Don't you have Insta or TikTok for that?"

"I haven't been on either in weeks." She said quietly. "I can't."

"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not upset, just feeling dumpy and ugly."

"You're neither dumpy nor ugly and you know it." I said.

"But I want to hear it." She smiled.

"Ok. You're very pretty."

"Pretty? What are you, my grandmother?"

"I don't know." I got to my feet, a bundle of nervous energy all of a sudden. I had grown intimate with Kate over the weeks, but this felt intimate intimate.

"Come on, bro." She insisted. "What do you see? As a guy. Not as my brother"

I moaned and paced up and down a bit, ringing my hands in my hair.

"Ok, you are beautiful, your brown eyes are stunning and soulful but sparkle when you laugh. Your boobs are big but perfectly proportioned to the rest of your body. You're really funny, kind and silly. Your figure is knock out. And your ass would bring the dead back to life. ...

... Ok?"

I'd blurted the whole thing out without thinking. It came, freeform. I hadn't even realized I'd noticed half the things I said. And now I'd said it, I was purple with embarrassment, and willing the ground to open up and take me. I couldn't even run out the front door to escape. Eventually, not hearing sniggers or a sharp intake, I turned to gauge her reaction.

Kat had the strangest look on her face. If I had a gun to my head, I'd say she was pleased at my comments. But it was more than that. It was like she was thrilled I had made them. That she relished my compliments.

"What?' I said. "Don't leave me hanging. I'm embarrassed enough."

"That was really... sweet." She said, voice cracking.

"That was Stockholm Syndrome." I laughed. Then added, "Well, I have to be nice to you now. Don't I?"

"We're you just being nice?" The look of quizzical desperation that crossed her face made me crack.

"No. I do think you're gorgeous, and if you weren't my sister ..."

"What?" She said quietly.

"What what?"

"If I wasn't your sister?"

"I would ... fancy you." I said.

"Just that?"

"I think that's more than enough of a confession from a twin, don't you?"

"So, there's more?" This time whispered but with a devilish smile.

"Kat." I pleaded.

"I didn't realize you'd been ogling my ass."

"Hardly ogling. Observing."

"Ha."

She smiled and laid a hand on my thigh. I jolted at the touch.

"Jeez. What's got into you?' She said.

"I'm just not ...