Sibling Rivalry

"I dare you." Red lips smirking.

Tormenting him for years with her silver laugh. Her young body blossoming as if he'd commanded it. At 6, the dare was a skateboard; at 16, a joint.

Now, he was grown.

Grabbing her waist forcefully, pulling her close. Soft curves mashing against his lanky frame. Big hands, spanning the width of her hips, pulling her skirt up.

Thighs parting obligingly. Calloused fingers tearing nylons, sliding easily inside. Head thrown back, breasts offered to open lips.

Dropping her suddenly, vindication as understanding dawns.

"Never again," he spat viciously.

His stepsister laughed knowingly.

"Liar!"