My Warrior Sister

Our parents divorced when I was 11 and my sister, Cheryl, was 8. I went to live with our dad in the suburbs; Cheryl and our mom stayed in the city. We tried to spend at least one weekend of the month at each house. It was not easy to miss that my sister and I were growing apart because of the divorce. By the time I got to high school, the weekend sleepover had stopped — our dad had remarried and had less time for Cheryl. I tried to keep in touch with my mom and sister, but there was some resentment from my sister, and I faded from their lives.

Someone I knew from Cheryl’s neighborhood told me that she liked to cause trouble and could fight like a brawler, reigning punches on anyone who was dumb enough to mess with her. I wondered if she was taking out her hostilities on people, or if she was just predisposed to aggression. I feared I might be the target of her anger some day.

During the end of my junior year in college, my mother called to tell me that Cheryl was graduating from high school and needed some direction about going to college herself. She asked me if I was willing to talk to Cheryl about continuing her studies. I said, yes, and promised to visit them when I got home from school for summer break.

I was apprehensive about meeting with Cheryl, thinking she held a grudge about me growing up in the suburbs and she in a tough city. Our father had always planned on helping her with tuition, and I reminded my mother of that, easing any tension in that area.

When the time came to visit with Cheryl, I calculated that it had been two years since we last saw one another. I drove to the city to see her. My mother greeted me with a hug and a kiss. Immediately, I felt guilty for not coming around more and blamed it on school. My mother did not care about that and was just happy to see me.

“That is all in the past,” she said.

“I know,” I said.

Cheryl walked in from the kitchen and said, “is it?”

“Be nice,” my mother said, looking a little anxious suddenly.

“Hey, Cheryl,” I said.

“How is brother?” Cheryl said.

“I’m okay,” I said.

“Just okay?” Cheryl said, giving me a hard look.

My mother placed a hand on my arm and said, “I’m going to make some lunch for the two of you.”

“Thanks,” I said, thinking that Cheryl probably wanted nothing more than to hit me with both her fists at the same time.

“Just relax and have a seat,” my mother said.

I sat down across from Cheryl, noticing that she winced a little when she seated herself.

“Are you okay?” I said.

“Yeah. Let’s hear your speech about what I should do next,” Cheryl said.

It was when she said this that I finally saw that she was no longer a kid, but that she was now a woman. I stared at her without saying anything. Her light blonde hair was wild and needed some attention. She had a thick body that was more on the muscular side than not, and she was above average in height. Her eyes were blue, and her face was surprisingly soft and evoked an understated beauty that looked uncomfortable with itself.

“Did you make plans for after graduation?” I said.

“I was thinking about community college, or maybe even joining the army,” Cheryl said, adjusting the way she was sitting.

“Are you hurt?” I said.

“It’s nothing,” she said.

Our mother came into the room with a tray of sandwiches, potato chips, and drinks. She set it down between us and smiled nervously at Cheryl.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Enjoy,” she said.

I ate a few chips and took a drink of bottled water as our mother looked at me. Cheryl just stared blankly at me, trying to contain her discomfort, I thought.

“I have to go out for a little while. That’ll give you time to talk. I am glad you are here to give Cheryl advice,” our mom said.

“Glad to do it,” I said.

Just like that, I was alone with Cheryl, fearing an argument or disagreement might arise. I did not expect her mood would improve and suspected she was in pain. Cheryl eyed me with either rage or a need for help.

“I don’t know what kind of grades you are getting, but you should consider applying to a university. I know it is too late to apply at some, but others are not so strict with deadlines,” I said, taking a bite of a sandwich.

“My grades have never been the best,” she said, feeling the back of her thigh.

“Will you please tell me what is wrong with you,” I said.

Cheryl turned away from me, looking distantly and not wanting to talk about whatever was bothering her.

“Please tell me what is bothering you,” I said, genuinely interested in her issue.

“I was bit!” Cheryl said, testily.

“Wow! By what?” I said.

“A girl.”

“What?” I said.

Trying to make sense of what she said, I remembered how she liked confrontations with others. It was only natural that her behavior would result in someone biting her on the ass or somewhere near there at some point.

“Did you have it looked at?” I said.

“No!” Cheryl said.

“Would you like me to see if it’s okay and not infected?”

“Great idea! I drop my sweats, so you can look fethiye escort at my ass,” she said, dismissively.

“It could be infected,” I said, knowing the request was unusual, but my worry seemed valid enough.

We stared at each other awkwardly, while I finished my sandwich. I could sense that she was changing her mind and was considering letting me look at the bite. Finally, she stood up and said, “let’s make this quick.”

“Sure,” I said, suddenly motivated by both concern and curiosity of seeing my sister’s ass.

“Just a quick look,” Cheryl said, turning in profile.She was wearing loose-fitting clothing, but I could tell there was something formidable underneath. Cheryl quickly pulled her pants down just enough to let me see the bite. I could see the redness of the injury under her right butt cheek. The other girl broke the skin, but Cheryl had enough meat on her that it did not seem to do any real damage.

“It looks very red,” I said, noticing the round shape of her ass in white panties.

“You’re a genius!” Cheryl said, sarcastically.

She was going to pull her pants back up, but I told her that she needed some medication to avoid infection.

“And you’re going to do it?” Cheryl said, holding her sweatpants.

“A quick spray; no contact,” I said, appreciating her pale, smooth skin that was now marked by an opponent.

“Fine! Go in the bathroom for what you need. The half-bath is next to the kitchen.”

“I remember where it’s at,” I said, going into the bathroom for what I needed.

Cheryl had raised her pants back up and was waiting for me. She had put her hair in ponytail and appeared friendlier and prettier. I nodded at her and set down the items I had retrieved from the bathroom. Without my asking, she lowered her pants past her knees this time, showing off very thick and fit legs.

“Let me get a paper towel,” I said.

“Just use the ones mom left with the food,” Cheryl said, standing more confidently than she had earlier.

“Okay.”

Getting on my knees was almost like paying tribute to her, but it put me closer to the injury. Her thighs looked so amazing up close; she was definitely someone who hit the gym regularly.

“You’re in great shape, Cheryl,” I said, spraying her with an antibacterial product.

“Thanks,” she said.

I continued working on her wound, wanting to touch her thighs so badly — something that would have seemed insanely inappropriate before that day.

Using a napkin, I applied some antibacterial lotion to Cheryl’s damaged area, feeling some of the firmness her legs possessed. She was silent as I worked on her. I wanted to ask her why someone bit her at all but decided to wait until I finished.

I next applied some gauze, taping it snuggly to her back thigh. There was a desire in me to pat her on her bottom, letting her know that I finished tending to her, but I held off doing that.

Cheryl pulled her pants back up and sat on the edge of her chair, avoiding putting any pressure on her thigh. She looked appreciative of my efforts.

“Maybe you should take a painkiller, Cheryl,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Thanks for everything,” she said.

I needed to know why someone bit her, so I said, “why did someone bite you anyway?”

“Well, I was at a pool party, and this girl I share a mutual dislike with started talking crap. One thing led to another and we were fighting,” Cheryl said.

“Wow!” I said, surprised.

“I was getting the better of her and had her pinned down under me. All of a sudden, I feel this pain in my leg. I look back and see her friend biting me. She could have hit me to get me off of her, but that bitch decided to bite me instead.”

“That’s wild!” I said, picturing my sister in a bikini attacking some girl and being attacked by another one.

“I got the biter off of me, expecting her friend to take advantage of me while distracted, but she had enough of me at this point and did nothing,” Cheryl said.

“Two versus one is unfair.”

“The biter could not do much else other than bite me. At least she didn’t bite me on the ass,” Cheryl said.

“I would have gladly patched that up,” I said, surprising myself.

“Really? You liked what you saw?” Cheryl said, smiling at me for the first time in a long time.

“You are in amazing shape.”

“I go to the gym often.”

“It shows.”

As if on cue, stopping us from continuing our flirtation, our mother came in through the front door with a couple of small bags. I stood up and offered to help her, but she waved me off. “It’s fine,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

“Did you two resolve anything?” She asked.

“I am going to send Cheryl some info on the local university. There are more programs to choose from there,” I said, intending to do that.

“Perfect!” Mom said.

“I better get going, but I can come by again to talk and visit,” I said.

“You better,” mom said.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Send me over that info,” Cheryl said, seeming interested.

“I will,” I said.

“Maybe fethiye escort bayan you and dad can make it to my graduation?” Cheryl said, looking hopeful that I would come.

“I will be there for sure. And I will tell dad to come too,” I said, intending to follow through with everything.

‘That would make it so special,” our mother said.

I hugged my mother goodbye and waved to Cheryl. When I was out the front door, Cheryl came out to the porch and gave me a hug. I could feel her breasts up against my chest; she was not wearing a bra.

“Thanks for coming by and bandaging me up,” Cheryl said, kissing me on the cheek.

“I was glad to do it,” I said, savoring the kiss.

“I bet!”

“No more fighting,” I said, putting my hand on her arm, feeling her strong bicep muscle.

“Don’t you want to patch me up again?” Cheryl said, getting close to me for another kiss.

“How about I just check up on the bite when I come back,” I said, knowing my sister suddenly appealed to me more than I had ever imagine a sibling could.

“It’s a deal!” Cheryl said, kissing me on the lips before turning quickly to go inside the house.

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Getting information on the local university was easy; Cheryl really did not need me, but I went ahead and sent her the information through texts and emails. She was grateful, though. I asked her about her injury, and she told me it was doing better.

Cheryl shared her excitement with me about a weekend trip that she was taking with friends — an end of school outing that she had looked forward to for some time. I told her to please not fight. That caused her to call me on my cell phone, while I was in my room doing nothing but thinking of her.

“Please, Cheryl, it’s not worth it,” I said, concerned about her.

“I won’t be with people I dislike,” Cheryl said.

“Good, but that goes for people you might meet there too.”

“I won’t start trouble. I promise.”

“Thank you!”

The conversation paused for a few moments, then she said, ” I wanted to ask you something.”

“Whatever you need,” I said, hoping that we could get back to being friendly with each other.

“Two somethings, actually.”

“Sure.”

“I got really turned in by two things as a result of the bite.”

“Tell me.”

“I keep seeing the image of the girl biting me while I was pounding on her friend. Not sure why, but it turns me on that she did that to me.”

“Interesting,” I said.

“What do you think it means?”

“Are you usually not treated that way? Was that a new experience?”

“Yes! That was new,” she said, sounding like she had her answer.

“That could be it.”

“It wasn’t the pain I liked, but the fact she was willing to risk me hurting her just to help her friend “

“Did you hurt her?”

“No. She’s small and not a threat to anyone,” Cheryl said, pausing before saying, “maybe I wish I had a friend who would do that for me.”

“Crazy, how a bite has led you to think about other stuff.”

“I guess.”

“What’s the other something?” I said, thinking of Cheryl turned on by a smaller girl who was brave enough to bite her.

“This one is about us,” Cheryl said, sounding flirty.

“I can’t wait to hear what it is.”

“I think you might like it,” she said, sounding friendlier than she ever had with me.

“I’m liking this conversation already,” I said, trying to act flirty myself.

“Well, when you were on your knees taking care of my wound, it made me feel all warm inside. I felt so special while you did that for me.”

“I felt honored being the one tending to you.”

“I got that impression, too.”

“It felt so good being around you.”

“I know. We have to do more of that. I’ll text you from my trip, but I have to pack for it now.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

“I will.”

_____

In a way, I felt disappointed she was going on a weekend getaway because I wanted to visit her to check how she was healing. I figured she was doing well and did not need anything more of me, but I just wanted to see her thighs again.

Halfway through the weekend, Cheryl sent a selfie of her in a bikini. Her body looked so athletic and firm; her breasts were full and looked like C cups. There was just a slight hint of flab on her belly, but it looked sexy on her. Since the picture was just from the front, there was no way to see how the back of her thigh was doing.

I said, “thank you! You look amazing!”

Her response was, “I hope you have fun with it!”

“I will!” I said.

_____

Convincing my father to go to Cheryl’s graduation ceremony was easier than I had imagined. He was glad to join us on her special day. She asked me to stop in the day before the ceremony to give her advice on what outfit looked best under her robe. I had a feeling she just wanted to see me. Cheryl told me to go over at a time our mother was at work. I agreed, and told her I could not wait to see her.

Hurrying over to see Cheryl, I ignored a few phone calls from friends. I had only one goal, and that was to escort fethiye see Cheryl’s thighs and more if possible. She was waiting for me, sitting by herself on the porch. Once again, she was wearing loose-fitting sweat pants and had on a hoodie.

“That was quick!” Cheryl said, smiling.

“I got excited when you called,” I said, stepping on the porch. I wanted to kiss her, but some of the neighbors knew we were brother and sister.

“We have close to a couple of hours,” she said, hinting that she too wanted time alone for us.

“How was your getaway?” I said, following her into the house.

“It was good. No drama.”

“No one challenged my warrior sister?”.

“Not this time,” she said, laughing.

We went upstairs to her bedroom. It was sparsely decorated with a queen sized bed as the focal point. Her room was neat, and she did not have many pictures on the wall. There was one of us as both teenagers, trying to look happy. I thought that if we took a new picture, we would definitely look happy. There were three dresses on the bed: a blue one, a red one, and a green one.

“I like the blue one,” I said, seeing that it was the shortest of the three.

“Because it’s the shortest?” Cheryl said, smiling.

“And because it may show more cleavage.”

Picking the blue dress off the bed, Cheryl asked me to step outside of her room, while she put it on. I stood in the hallway, looking at the door that led to my old bedroom. I felt sadness that I was not a more frequent visitor, but I also felt joy that Cheryl and I were sharing something new, something special.

“Come back in!” Cheryl shouted.

“Okay,” I said, opening the door.

She was standing in front of the bed, looking absolutely stunning. The dress did show a nice amount of pale cleavage and showed off her strong legs from mid-thigh down. She was also wearing strappy heels that made her seem even more dominant, making her an inch or so taller than me. I nodded my head in total compliance with the choice of the blue dress.

“You look incredible,” I said, looking her up and down.

“Thank you,” she said, turning first in profile and then around. Her breasts looked magnificently uplifted by nature, and her rear was shapely and worthy of being worshipped.

“I don’t know if this dress is a good idea. Mom and dad might think it inappropriate for a graduation.”

“You might be right,” I said, sounding disappointed.

“Let me change into another one.”

“Okay,” I did, disappointed I was not going to see her in the blue one anymore.

Waiting in the hallway, I wanted to revisit my old room, remembering that there was not much in the way of furniture in there. I decided against it, letting that part of me exist silently and unobtrusively. I did not want to spoil what was happening between Cheryl and I at the moment. She called for me again, and I went back into the room, expecting more beauty from her.

Instead of wearing another dress, Cheryl had on pair of tan boy-shorts and a sports bra of the same color. She looked invitingly tempting, enthralling me by allowing me to just be near her.

“Wow!” I said, gratefully.

“We better watch the time,” she said.

“Good idea.”

“This gives you a chance to check my wound,” she said, turning around.

“Of course,” I said, walking to her, closing in on her body.

Getting on my knees was what I was sure she wanted. I put my hands on her hips and looked at the gauze, deciding how best to take it off.

“Who put fresh gauze on you?” I said.

“I did, using a full length mirror. It wasn’t that hard,” she said

“Were you admiring yourself in the mirror?”

“Funny!

The gauze was on snuggly, taped completely across all four edges. I figured she added the tape first and then placed it on the back of her thigh. Very gently, I began to pull away the tape. When I finished, it was obvious she had healed up well. There were just small remnants of the bite marks, disappearing to nothing.

“It looks like it has healed. There are just a few tiny reminders of the injury,” I said, smoothing my hand across the back of her thigh.

“Kiss it! Maybe that’s all it needs to heal completely,” she said.

“You might be right.”

Doing as she said, I kissed the wound with little kisses before using my tongue to apply some saliva. I squeezed her butt cheeks through her boy-shorts, causing her to moan. My tongue found its way to some of her exposed butt. I lovingly licked the bottom edge of the Cheryl dernier, squeezing the front of her thighs as I did so.

“How dare anyone do harm to my warrior sister!” I said, squeezing closer to her privates.

“They did! But you are here to make sure I am okay,” she said, slowly moving her hips back and forth and side to side.

Probably knowing that we only had so much time before our mother came home, Cheryl turned around and gave me an up close view of her front. The silky material of her shorts was thin, letting me see the outline of her pussy. Her lips were like pillars, guarding entry into the depths of her essence.

There was some wetness coming through the tan shorts, signifying that my warrior sister needed some attention. With my hands on her ass to steady myself, I lined my tongue up to kiss her vaginal lips, leaving her underwear on. I kissed her as sweetly on her pussy as I had on her bite marks, knowing we had just entered a realm of sibling love.