1. The Rivalry


    Date: 2/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: ndamood4sum, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    to have when we were much younger. I usually won because I had stronger hands, but she had to admit it was a fair choice. We brought our hands together over the countertop, counted to three and set up in the classic thumb battle pose. After an initial flurry of contact and near pins, we both pulled our thumbs back into the safe position. I eyed my s****r over the thumbs. "You know you are going to lose this little s****r," I said. "Here's my question, why do you even care who is oldest?" Kris looked back at me intently, wary of my wavering thumb. "I'm not even sure," she said. "I guess it's because I never wanted to be the annoying little s****r who is always getting in the way and wanting to be included, but getting left behind." The weed had made me very introspective, and I was mulling over this surprising statement from my s****r in my mind and let my guard down. In a flash, she had brought her thumb into attack position and using her longer nail, had my thumb pinned painfully down. Before I knew what had hit me, she had counted off one-two-three and was whooping around the kitchen celebrating the unlikely victory as I looked on in shock. "Crap, I forgot about the fingernail advantage," I said. "Ok then 1-0, your turn to pick." Kris thought for a second. "Ok, let's stay with the wrestling theme. The next competition will be toe wrestling." "Toe wrestling, what the hell is that," I said. "Ok, this is how it works," she said. "You lock up all your toes together, and then ...
    the object is to flip the other person over." I developed a mental image of this and realized why she chose it. Kris had spent many years in swimming, gymnastics and ballet, and I was pretty sure her toes were lethal weapons. But it was her turn to pick, I had to go along. "Ok, toe wrestling it is," I said. Kris clapped and hooted. "Ok, we need a large, soft surface," she said. "Follow me." She led the way into our parent's room and jumped on their large bed. "Come on b*o, time to lose again," she said. I climbed onto the bed with my feet facing hers, and we spent a few moments trying to match our toes up with each other. "Ok, the object is to flip your opponent over to your right," she said. "So you try to go this way and I try to go that way." I nodded nervously as I felt the powerful grip of Kris's toes. This was not going to be easy, I thought, looking up above the bed. Our parents, in their younger days, had installed a mirror above the bed, so I could see in the reflection our toe-locked position. We counted to three and the second battle was underway. Kris immediately took the advantage with a numbing toe squeeze that had me over on one side quickly. "Feel the wrath of the toe," Kris said mockingly. "Surrender or you'll never walk again." My toes were almost cramping from the squeeze. "I'm not dead yet little s****r," I replied. "So tell me," she said between grunts. "Why do you want to be the oldest so bad?" I was struggling too much to answer. "Ease up for a second and ...
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