When All Resistance Is Gone - Sex Stories

When All Resistance Is Gone

... her own to strip down and shower properly. Meanwhile, I was going to grab some clothes and do similar in the parent's shower. Well, that and a quick tug to get rid of my bulge.

When I emerged, Kat was standing in the living room wearing just a towel. Her hair was towel dry and hung about her shoulders. When she spotted me, she came over and hugged me.

"My hero. Again." She whispered.

I smiled, holding her at arm's length.

"Now, you go straight to your room, young lady, and change into something dry before you catch your death." I did my best Dad impersonation.

"Yes, Daddy." She replied with a seductive inflection that gave me an instant boner. I quickly turned away so she wouldn't see. I made for my room and proceeded to bang yet another one out. At least my prostrate was healthy, I thought.

After that, it seemed like we'd crossed another line or had let yet another barrier down. Kat took to leaning against me whenever I sat anywhere. Or sat on me or draped herself across me. I couldn't move without some tactile affirmation from my sister. When we watched a movie now, her head would be resting in my crotch. I was forced to recite the alphabet or the Pledge of Allegiance backwards in my head. I listed off the halftime acts from every Superbowl I could remember -- in order. Anything to let sleeping Kay lie. Last thing I wanted to do was poke her eye out with that thing!

The last line of defense fell the following day. Again, we were watching trash on ...

... daytime tv, just killing time. Kat was just out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around her while she painted her toenails. She was leaning so close to me, you be forgiven for thinking we were conjoined. I wasn't complaining and now felt really comfortable with her being so close. That is until she slid her hand under the waistband of my joggers.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I said, jumping reflexively. Kat remained completely relaxed and acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. She left her hand, palm down on my bare abdomen.

She smiled.

"Well, I haven't been able to get you to make a pass at me, so I thought I'd admit defeat and just grab the bull by the horns. Pun intended." She laughed.

"But, I --" I started.

"Are a gentleman. And my hero." She finished my sentence. I became suddenly, incredibly aware of her hand as it made a fist around my cock. The feeling was instantly intense, amazing. Her hand was warm and her grip strong but not too strong. She began to slide up and down my shaft. Some part of my brain screamed: 'make her stop'. But it was too little, too late. I groaned. She smiled, a warm loving, caring, satisfied, devilish smile. And, then, to my eternal shame, I exploded into her hand.

Kat giggled and then laughed at my mortification. Guilt flooded my mind. How could I have let her do that? Kat just kept on stroking. Then, she lifted her hand clear of my waistband. I saw it slick with my sperm, huge gobs of white everywhere. I ...