Incest Older Sister's Embrace

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I caught myself staring at her chest and her very visible nipples. I tore my eyes away, hoping that she hadn't noticed.

"Okay then," Olivia said, breaking the silence. "If you win I'll put something on."

"Mhm," I agreed, intentionally not looking at her.

"But if I win..." she continued. "You'll get to sample the goods."

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"I caught you looking," she teased seductively. "Again."

She looked down at her chest.

"If I win I want you to touch, lick, and kiss my breasts," she purred, leaning in closer as she said it. "Just like you did to my lips earlier."

"What?" I repeated. "That's not funny, Olive."

She shook her head. "It's not meant to be. You just lost your girlfriend today, didn't you? And you've always had a crush on me. We both know it."

She raised her eyebrow at me, as if to challenge me to contradict her.

"T-That's crazy," I stuttered, leaning away from her. "We can't do that."

"Come on," she insisted. "You were miserable with Sophie anyway. It was obvious. I doubt she put out any more than a couple of times a week."

She emphasized the words put out, as if to ridicule the idea of sex being seen as a chore or being used as a reward. She was right on that part. Sophie hadn't had nearly as high of a libido as me.

"Let me do this for you. I want to," Olivia said, sounding sincere. "And if you win it's not even going to be a problem anyway."

This was beyond insane. I couldn't believe what she was suggesting. But she truly did seem sincere.

I was half convinced it was all an elaborate joke anyway.

"You're just trying get me off my game, aren't you?" I asked. "Besides, why would you let me do something like that if I'm the one who loses?"

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Don't be stupid. I want you to. It'll be my reward for winning," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She wants me to? That can't be right, I thought. I had spent years learning to deal with the fact that my attraction to my sister was wrong. That the things I'd fantasized would never happened. Just the fact that she knew about it and wasn't disgusted with me had been enough for me. I'd moved on.

And now she was telling me she wanted me to do that stuff to her?

I couldn't believe she meant that. Not completely.

"You're not gonna chicken out, are you?" Olivia asked.

I thought about doing just that. But no, she wasn't going to intimidate me.

"No," I answered. "Let's do this."

For the first half of the race we were more or less even. We both remained silent, focusing on the game. I took the lead, then her, then me again. In the second half she messed up and slid off the track. Olivia seemed to lose some of her composure after that, and my lead got bigger.

It looked like I was going to win.