My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04

... martial arts as a girl and young woman. Up until Kate left the house to go to the University, she was able to best me any time our rare interactions became physical. Of course at the time I was twelve and Kate was eighteen, so she outclassed me in both training and size. I was still pretty small at that age. So I was surprised when she didn't go on the attack as soon as I put hands on her.

All I can figure was that I surprised her, she probably didn't think I would have the balls to take her on and she could afford to ignore me. When she hit the wall with her back, she looked in my eyes, probably trying to evaluate my intent and my will to follow through.

What I saw in Kate's eyes was unexpected. Initially I could tell she was disoriented, then I saw real fear, followed by recognition. Then came the fury I was expecting from the beginning, finally she telegraphed her intention to attack. I stepped up against her, holding her body against the wall with mine and I started squeezing her throat. The fury and arrogance flashed from her face to be replaced with terror. I honestly believe she expected me to kill her in that moment.

That gave me pause. I wanted Kate to be respectful, and loose the petulance, at a minimum. I needed her to recognize her new place in the world, and to get along with her dorm-mates. I wanted her to understand, respect, and obey estate rules. But it broke my heart that my sister harbored any suspicion that I might seriously injure, or kill ...

... her.

I suppose my sister decided that discretion was the better part of valor in her current situation and quit struggling, although she still had my right wrist in a death grip using both her hands. I eased my grip on Kate's throat, but kept her standing on her toes.

Being as close to her as I was I decided to speak quietly in her ear, "Turn loose of my wrist." I hissed. She dropped her hands to her sides. "I told you this type of behavior was not going to be tolerated, didn't I?" Kate just nodded, since I had her around her neck I decided I wouldn't make her speak at the moment.

"Do you have yourself under control again? Are you ready to follow instructions?" Again Kate nodded in the affirmative, her eyes still big with fear. "Glad to hear it. Nadu." I then stepped back, lowered my arm so her feet were on the floor, and released her neck.

Kate rubbed her throat, slid down the wall until she felt out of arms reach and then scurried to her bunk and knelt Nadu. With excellent posture I might add.

I then held my own mini inquisition, except without the torture and blood. As expected, It became very clear, very quickly, that my sister was the aggressor. When I asked for Kate's version of events, all she said was, "I have nothing to add, My Lord."

I think my mouth must have fallen open and I went bug-eyed based on the smirk my sister tried and failed to conceal. Never in my life had I ever seen a situation where Kate didn't try to place the blame for her actions on ...