When All Resistance Is Gone - Sex Stories

When All Resistance Is Gone

... comfortable with all this touch feely stuff."

"Come here." Kat held out her hand and I took it. She pulled me close to the couch and kissed me on the side of the face.

"That's for being nice." She said.

I headed for my room, conscious that my dick was swelling. I couldn't quite square away the appearance of my chub with complimenting my sister but guessed I'd been locked up too long. I flipped open my laptop and went straight to my favorite porn site. The first video that caught my eye was a brother sister one. Jesus. I wasn't into that. Was I? Five minutes later, a cum soaked rag told a different story. The fact that it was Kat's face in my mind when the moment came, so to speak, didn't make me feel any better.

Later, I served diner a little bit more subdued than usual, mainly because of the guilt I felt at my earlier activities. Kat seemed to think I was still feeling weird about our conversation and overcompensated with compliments about my cooking.

Later, when we were watching a movie, she redoubled her efforts to put me at my ease, with the opposite effect.

"You know you're very handsome?" She said. "A real man."

"Oh, come on, Kat." I said shyly.

"I bet the girls line up."

"No, they don't." I retorted quietly, immediately regretting my response.

"What, really?"

"Um." I said, trying to close down the conversation.

"I know Alice and Beth think you're hot." She added. The mention of two of her friends that lived firmly in my spankbank ...

... made me feel worse. I would have severed my left arm to make out with either of them. Hell, with anyone. "Seriously, if you weren't my brother ..." she left it hang. But hang it didn't. Instead, my cock went up like a tentpole at the thought of my sister telling me she would fuck me if I wasn't her brother. But I was her brother. Her twin brother. Even if I wanted to do something, and I didn't, there's no way she'd be into it.

After that exchange, I detected a distinct change in Kat's wardrobe. The sloppy tees and shorts were replaced by a selection of expensive 'leisurewear' that she insisted was for Pilates or Yoga or exercising. These outfits generally consisted of a figure-hugging crop top that in the past would have been called a teensy-weensy sports bra, and leggings so tight they didn't so much accentuate as define the intimate. Their appearance led me to take more frequent but shorter breaks to my room. The purpose of these visits was never discussed, but I often detected a smug smile playing on Kat's face when I'd reappear slightly shamefaced. Things rolled along like that for a week or so. One afternoon, I had to leave the apartment to pick up a parcel for my parents. When I returned, Kat was standing in the living room, shaking. She was wearing light grey, skintight leisurewear that would have caught my eye had she not turned white as a ghost.

"Hey Sis, what's up?"

She acted like she couldn't see or hear me. Just stared into the middle distance, shivering. I ...