"You cheated!" Sam glares at you angrily, her legs drawn up against her chest as she sits on the mat a few feet away from you.
You meet her gaze. "I won fair and square, Sam."
"Tickling is a not a legitimate martial arts style!"
"You said there were two rules, sis." You count them off on your fingers. "First of all, anything goes. Second of all, it ends when someone gives up. Nothing that happened violates either of those rules."
"You are *not* fucking me, Max!" Sam's voice is taking on a bit of an edge. "And I'm certainly not losing my virginity to my little brother."
You sigh. This isn't how it goes on the internet. There, you and your sister would already be boinking. Reality sucks. Instead of some hot sister loving, all you've got to show for your amorous efforts is a swollen nose, and a lot of bruises that probably have still to manifest themselves.
Sam gets to her feet. "There was never a deal in the first place, because my sleeping with you was never going to happen in the a million years. We're just going to forget this ever happened at all, Peewee." Sam leaves the little room, closing the door behind her with enough emphasis to make her point, but not enough to disturb the rest of the house. |