Incest Older Sister's Embrace

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"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You know, being pretty much naked in front of me and... earlier. When we kissed," I almost mumbled, feeling embarrassed at having to say it.

"Was it that bad?" Olivia asked. She waited for my answer with what I would have sworn was genuine nervousness and curiosity, if she was any other girl than my sister.

"Of course it wasn't. It's just..." I answered carefully, trying to find the right words. "We both got a bit carried away. It's not something that siblings should be doing, you know? Even as a joke."

"Yeah, I guess so..." Olivia responded with an unreadable expression. Her voice sounded strangely disappointed though.

She turned around and opened the fridge. "You take milk with yours?"

"Sure," I sighed. She probably wasn't even listening to me.

We took our cups of coffee into the living room.

"Hey," she exclaimed before I had a chance to sit down, gesturing for me to come over. "Look what I dug up last time I was home."

Olivia got down on her knees next to the TV and opened a drawer. I walked over to see our old game console stuffed into the drawer. She pulled it out, along with some controllers and cables.

"Remember this?" she asked.

"Of course," I answered, remembering all the times we used to play together. "Mom and Dad used to have to pull us away to get us to stop playing."

We both grinned widely at the memories.

"Wanna plug it in?" she asked.

"Let's do it," I answered. "It'll be just like old times. But we can stay up as late as we want."

She laughed and handed me some cables.

It took a while, but I eventually managed to plug in everything correctly. Olivia tried to help out. However, after she got on her hands and knees to crawl behind the TV and almost exposed her entire lower half to me I politely, but sternly, asked her to let me do it. She found my insistence highly amusing, but agreed to let me handle it.

We started up our favorite game. A racing game with karts and silly power-ups.

"Wow, it's been forever since we played this," Olivia commented.

"It really has been," I agreed.

Olivia scooted closer to me on the wooden floor where we sat together, just like we had years ago. She sat cross-legged, the t-shirt still just barely covering her up. Her right leg leaned on mine. I picked the mushroom guy and Olivia picked the princess. As always.

We played a couple of matches, driving around the nostalgic racing tracks. I hardly remembered the controls, but that didn't matter much as we spent as much time sabotaging each other as playing. We exchanged plenty of taunts, elbows and laughter before I lay down on the floor, defeated 3 to 2.

"Best of five?" I suggested.

Olivia looked down on me, grinning victoriously.

"Don't think so. Take your loss like a man," she teased.

She leaned over me, hands in front of her as if she was going to tickle me. I grabbed her hands before she had a chance to, joining her in playful laughter. She lifted her knee over me and sat down, straddling me.

"So, how about we make this a bit more interesting instead?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"What do you mean exactly?" I said.

She pushed her finger into my chest, "Let's make a bet."

"What kind of bet?" I asked suspiciously.

"I don't know," she answered. "Anything."

I thought about it for a second. Money would be boring. And besides, she had much more of it than me.

"How about sleeping arrangements?" I asked. "I win. I get the bed."

"Hmm. Okay then. You're on," she agreed and dismounted me.

It was a close match but eventually I pulled ahead, much to the audible annoyance of my sister.

"Gah! That's bullshit," she protested.

"Sorry. Bed is mine," I said, grinning at her.

"Again," she insisted.

"Hah! Alright," I agreed feeling cocky. "What should we play for this time?"

She gave me a hard look, "Maybe I should dare you to shut up if I win?"

"Maybe I should dare you to put on some panties if I win," I shot back.

She looked a bit surprised at my quick retort, but then shot me a wicked smile.

"Oh? You sure about that?" she said mischievously. "Might be the last pussy you see in while."

"Ouch," I responded. "Touché."

She sure wasn't pulling her punches.

Her wicked expression melted almost immediately though. She scooched closer to me and put her hand on my leg.

"Sorry. I didn't meant hat. Girls are going to be all over you now that you are single," she said with a smile. "Trust me."

"No problem," I said. "Thanks."

We shared a moment of silence. It really felt good to have my sister around at times like this. Hopefully she knew how much I appreciated her. It struck me again how beautiful she was.