Fantasy vs reality, part 5
Here's proof, if you needed it, that a sufficiently horny imagination can work with anything.
The fantasy is so predictable you'll probably see it coming a mile off (no pun intended), but I think it's cute how my mind took some pure and innocent emotions and wrapped them up in something actually quite perverted. Go younger me!
The reality
I've always been short, which is a liability in a sport like netball where you're trying to intercept the ball mid-air, but I was fast on my feet when I was young so I played a not-too-bad Centre position. One day when I was 13 or 14 we had an after-school practice game that ended up being brutally competitive. I forget the details but I think there'd been some harsh words spoken in the changing room, so people were tense and angry and out to settle scores.
I had another reason to play my best that day, which was that Sarah my older sister was playing on the court next to mine. At that age we fought like crazy ("you're such a bossy bitch!" "oh yeah? well you're just an annoying little brat!"), but of course deep down I craved my older sibling's approval and respect - not that I would've ever admitted it, even to myself.
I recall the game being fast and intense and physical, in fact I think our coach even asked "what's up with you girls today?", but it was also some of the best netball we'd played. Near the end with the score still close I threw myself towards the ball, collided mid-air with another girl who'd done the same, came down in a tumble and broke my arm.
I don't remember it myself but according to school legend I screamed "FUCK!" at the top of my lungs, and when Sarah heard me scream she came running so fast she was at my side even before the coach got to me. I do know she stayed with me while a teacher drove me to the hospital, and then while we waited for our dad to arrive. I wouldn't have said it to her face, but at that moment I knew I had a pretty damn cool older sis.
The break can't have been too bad because I was out of the cast in two or three weeks, although I still missed playing to the end of the season which upset me. It didn't help that it was my right arm, which made classwork difficult - along with other stuff, of course. Trying to masturbate with my left hand made me envy girls who're ambidextrous, although I think I managed it and there was always my old faithful pillow to stuff between my legs and grind against like when I was younger.
So my situation wasn't that bad really, but still it got my imagination going...
The fantasy
Even as I snap at Sarah for no reason I'm wondering why I'm saying words I don't mean. Since the day she came to the hospital with me we've had a truce from our usual fighting, which must be such a relief for our parents. Yet here I am in a bad mood with her and I don't know why.
Sarah doesn't understand either, and from the look on her face I can see I've hurt her feelings. "Seriously Cait, what's your problem?" she snaps back. "Are you cranky from not being able to play with yourself or something?" Even though it's just the kind of insult she tosses out in our fights, I feel myself blushing pink and turn away, annoyed at how sometimes she understands me better than I understand myself (years later, when she was the first person I came out to, she told me she'd already guessed - dammit!).
Realising she's unintentionally hit the mark Sarah drops the subject, and I mumble an apology for my behaviour. We don't say much to each other for the rest of the evening, but then while I'm getting ready for bed she taps on my door and asks if she can come in. My hair was longer then than it is now, so mum had been helping me to wash and brush it. I sit in front of the mirror in my PJ pants and singlet as Sarah stands behind me brushing my hair, and I can't help feeling another little glow of sisterly affection for her.
She asks how things are going and I tell her how classmates have been helping take notes for me, but that it sucks sitting on the side of the netball court cheering my teammates on when I want to be out there with them. I also tell her how the doctor said it'll be at least another week before the cast comes off. Hearing this Sarah suddenly gets really interested in brushing a **** out, carefully avoiding eye contact in the mirror as she says "you know, Cait, about what I said earlier... I wasn't trying to embarrass you, and honestly if I couldn't do it for that long I'd be in a bad mood too."
I'm glad she isn't looking at me in the mirror because I can feel myself blushing bright red this time (I seem to have done that a lot when I was young). I can't believe my own sister is having this conversation with me, but at the same time I'm happy she's not treating me like a k** the way she usually does. And I have to admit, she's right.
I would never have been this brave in real life at that age, but in the fantasy I giggle and say "yeah, it really sucks. Sorry for being a bitch to you." Sarah giggles in turn and says "it's ok, but really, another week? what are you going to be like by then?" At that noment we both glance at the mirror simultaneously and despite the joking tone she can see the raw need plain on my face. Looking away again Sarah says, very quietly, "you know Cait, if you needed someone to help..."
At this point I should burst out laughing, make it out to be a joke so Sarah can too. But instead I hear myself say just as quietly "would you do that for me?" Sarah puts the hairbrush down and gives my shoulder an affectionate little squeeze. Of course I would, it says, I'm your cool big sis.
Now that we've crossed the line the awkwardness sets in. Sarah looks around then says "um, I'm not sure what you normally do but maybe lie down on your bed?" That works fine for me since bed is where I do most of my masturbating, but it takes a minute for Sarah to find where to sit while still giving me room for the cast. She ends up sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from me, so she can touch me but we don't have the embarrassment of looking at each other's faces while she does it.
"Cait, you're wearing undies right?" she asks, and when I say yes she visibly relaxes. "Ok then," she says with another giggle, "here goes..." I close my eyes and feel her hand slip under the elastic band of my PJ pants, careful to stay outside my underwear. Her warm hand lingers on my pubic mound before curling down to stroke my pussy lips, and it's hard not to gasp from the unexpected pleasure of my sister's touch.
"You're so warm" we both say almost at the same time, then both decide it's better if we don't talk. Sarah's fingers start rubbing my pussy through the fabric, slowly at first and not in the rhythm I'd use, but after a while she starts to tune in to my body. After being deprived for so long I find myself quickly becoming aroused, and I can't deny that the naughtiness of my sister touching me makes it even more exciting.
She can feel my pussy getting warmer as my inner lips get all puffy, and her fingers circle inwards, probing for my clit. My audible gasp tells her she's found it, although by now she must be able to feel it through the thin cotton of my underwear. At that age I don't recall getting that wet, but what moistness there was would've been obvious to her touch as well.
I throw my head back as she rubs my pussy for me, panting softly as the sensations become more and more intense. Even through my undies her fingers on my clit feel magical, and she can tell from how I move that she's getting me close. I somehow manage to keep the noise down but quietly moan "oh Sarah don't stop", and hearing myself moan my sister's name trips a perverted little switch in my brain. Within seconds I'm cumming, my pussy pulsing with joy, such sweet release after so long.
I really do have a cool big sis.
The fantasy is so predictable you'll probably see it coming a mile off (no pun intended), but I think it's cute how my mind took some pure and innocent emotions and wrapped them up in something actually quite perverted. Go younger me!
The reality
I've always been short, which is a liability in a sport like netball where you're trying to intercept the ball mid-air, but I was fast on my feet when I was young so I played a not-too-bad Centre position. One day when I was 13 or 14 we had an after-school practice game that ended up being brutally competitive. I forget the details but I think there'd been some harsh words spoken in the changing room, so people were tense and angry and out to settle scores.
I had another reason to play my best that day, which was that Sarah my older sister was playing on the court next to mine. At that age we fought like crazy ("you're such a bossy bitch!" "oh yeah? well you're just an annoying little brat!"), but of course deep down I craved my older sibling's approval and respect - not that I would've ever admitted it, even to myself.
I recall the game being fast and intense and physical, in fact I think our coach even asked "what's up with you girls today?", but it was also some of the best netball we'd played. Near the end with the score still close I threw myself towards the ball, collided mid-air with another girl who'd done the same, came down in a tumble and broke my arm.
I don't remember it myself but according to school legend I screamed "FUCK!" at the top of my lungs, and when Sarah heard me scream she came running so fast she was at my side even before the coach got to me. I do know she stayed with me while a teacher drove me to the hospital, and then while we waited for our dad to arrive. I wouldn't have said it to her face, but at that moment I knew I had a pretty damn cool older sis.
The break can't have been too bad because I was out of the cast in two or three weeks, although I still missed playing to the end of the season which upset me. It didn't help that it was my right arm, which made classwork difficult - along with other stuff, of course. Trying to masturbate with my left hand made me envy girls who're ambidextrous, although I think I managed it and there was always my old faithful pillow to stuff between my legs and grind against like when I was younger.
So my situation wasn't that bad really, but still it got my imagination going...
The fantasy
Even as I snap at Sarah for no reason I'm wondering why I'm saying words I don't mean. Since the day she came to the hospital with me we've had a truce from our usual fighting, which must be such a relief for our parents. Yet here I am in a bad mood with her and I don't know why.
Sarah doesn't understand either, and from the look on her face I can see I've hurt her feelings. "Seriously Cait, what's your problem?" she snaps back. "Are you cranky from not being able to play with yourself or something?" Even though it's just the kind of insult she tosses out in our fights, I feel myself blushing pink and turn away, annoyed at how sometimes she understands me better than I understand myself (years later, when she was the first person I came out to, she told me she'd already guessed - dammit!).
Realising she's unintentionally hit the mark Sarah drops the subject, and I mumble an apology for my behaviour. We don't say much to each other for the rest of the evening, but then while I'm getting ready for bed she taps on my door and asks if she can come in. My hair was longer then than it is now, so mum had been helping me to wash and brush it. I sit in front of the mirror in my PJ pants and singlet as Sarah stands behind me brushing my hair, and I can't help feeling another little glow of sisterly affection for her.
She asks how things are going and I tell her how classmates have been helping take notes for me, but that it sucks sitting on the side of the netball court cheering my teammates on when I want to be out there with them. I also tell her how the doctor said it'll be at least another week before the cast comes off. Hearing this Sarah suddenly gets really interested in brushing a **** out, carefully avoiding eye contact in the mirror as she says "you know, Cait, about what I said earlier... I wasn't trying to embarrass you, and honestly if I couldn't do it for that long I'd be in a bad mood too."
I'm glad she isn't looking at me in the mirror because I can feel myself blushing bright red this time (I seem to have done that a lot when I was young). I can't believe my own sister is having this conversation with me, but at the same time I'm happy she's not treating me like a k** the way she usually does. And I have to admit, she's right.
I would never have been this brave in real life at that age, but in the fantasy I giggle and say "yeah, it really sucks. Sorry for being a bitch to you." Sarah giggles in turn and says "it's ok, but really, another week? what are you going to be like by then?" At that noment we both glance at the mirror simultaneously and despite the joking tone she can see the raw need plain on my face. Looking away again Sarah says, very quietly, "you know Cait, if you needed someone to help..."
At this point I should burst out laughing, make it out to be a joke so Sarah can too. But instead I hear myself say just as quietly "would you do that for me?" Sarah puts the hairbrush down and gives my shoulder an affectionate little squeeze. Of course I would, it says, I'm your cool big sis.
Now that we've crossed the line the awkwardness sets in. Sarah looks around then says "um, I'm not sure what you normally do but maybe lie down on your bed?" That works fine for me since bed is where I do most of my masturbating, but it takes a minute for Sarah to find where to sit while still giving me room for the cast. She ends up sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from me, so she can touch me but we don't have the embarrassment of looking at each other's faces while she does it.
"Cait, you're wearing undies right?" she asks, and when I say yes she visibly relaxes. "Ok then," she says with another giggle, "here goes..." I close my eyes and feel her hand slip under the elastic band of my PJ pants, careful to stay outside my underwear. Her warm hand lingers on my pubic mound before curling down to stroke my pussy lips, and it's hard not to gasp from the unexpected pleasure of my sister's touch.
"You're so warm" we both say almost at the same time, then both decide it's better if we don't talk. Sarah's fingers start rubbing my pussy through the fabric, slowly at first and not in the rhythm I'd use, but after a while she starts to tune in to my body. After being deprived for so long I find myself quickly becoming aroused, and I can't deny that the naughtiness of my sister touching me makes it even more exciting.
She can feel my pussy getting warmer as my inner lips get all puffy, and her fingers circle inwards, probing for my clit. My audible gasp tells her she's found it, although by now she must be able to feel it through the thin cotton of my underwear. At that age I don't recall getting that wet, but what moistness there was would've been obvious to her touch as well.
I throw my head back as she rubs my pussy for me, panting softly as the sensations become more and more intense. Even through my undies her fingers on my clit feel magical, and she can tell from how I move that she's getting me close. I somehow manage to keep the noise down but quietly moan "oh Sarah don't stop", and hearing myself moan my sister's name trips a perverted little switch in my brain. Within seconds I'm cumming, my pussy pulsing with joy, such sweet release after so long.
I really do have a cool big sis.
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