This story's characters are all over eighteen, the age of consent and are adults. There is no coercion or force. This is a work of fiction and all the cast are not based on living persons.
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"KEVIN!!"
I heard my twenty eight year old older sister Rachel shout from downstairs, probably from the kitchen, what was her problem? I grinned as I heard her feet thud on the stairs and then bam my bedroom door flew open. She was obviously a little upset with me re-arranging her underwear from the clean laundry pile. Bra, knickers, bra, knickers all the way round the kitchen table.
"Arsehole!" she screamed, spittle flying out her mouth.
I stood up and walked towards her. She was red faced and had her hands on her hips. At five eleven, twelve stone and much of it muscle, this rugby mad woman was a formidable sight. She had dark brown hair to her shoulders, small tits but attitude out to here. I just grinned, knowing which levers to push, at twenty three I had had a lot of practice.
"Hi Rach, good to see you too. How're you doing and how's your lezzy girlfriend?"
Whooa, maybe that was a step too far, she stepped forward drew back her meaty fist and unleashed a thunderbolt. I tried to duck, but to be honest I was so busy grinning I never stood a chance. I felt her fist hit me centrally on the nose, heard the crunch, felt the pain and knew there was damage. That wasn't all, my feet left the ground and I flew backwards onto my bed.
"..king hell Rach, that hurt!" I blubbered, feeling the blood running down my face.
Rachel stood there, breathing heavily, her eyes boring through me.
"OK shithead, enough is enough, it stops now, no more wind ups, no more smart-Alec remarks. You leave me alone and stay out of my life. I hate you little pervert, I hate you and all the guys like you."
She stormed out and the door crashed shut. I sat on the bed, dabbing at my nose, trying to staunch the blood flow. I found a pack of paracetamol and chewed two. Sliding out my room, I went to Casualty and spent a lonely three hours waiting to be seen. Eventually a rather nice doctor came and took a look. She examined it, looked at the x-ray and told me that there was no serious long term damage but I would have a sore nose for a week or two. They plugged the flow, gave me a prescription and ushered me out.
I got back to find my Mum had got off work early and was just as surprised to see me as I her. she was devastated by my wounded face and I was enfolded in her arms and raked with kisses. We sat and chatted and she made tea and we sat and drank it in silence. Finishing her tea, mum nodded at my face.
"What really happened to your nose?"
"I ahh, I fell and couldn't get my hands down fast enough to stop my nose kissing the floor."
"Really?"
"Sorta, err is Rach in, you should probably go say hello."
"Hmmm! Young man, your sister has already grassed herself up. She's pretty upset with you, but also with herself because she lashed out and hurt you, go say sorry."
"Yes Mum." I stood and left her in the kitchen, even at my age if Mum says go do, you go do.
Upstairs I walked along to Rach's room, knocking gently on the door.
"Piss off arsehole."
I thought about going, but something made me stop and reach for the handle. I pushed it, and walked in. Rach was sat on her bed wearing only a pair of lime green knickers, she gasped and looked at me. I saw both of her small white pointy breasts and the pinker hard nipples. As I looked her face and chest were going crimson. Because she was sat forward her stomach sat over the top of her panties. I loved her long legs and her feet were bare.
"Oh shit! I am so sorry Rach, I really didn't mean to do this, I'll go."
Turning I waited for the barrage of soft toys, pillows and abuse which would normally come my way.
"No wait, wait; Kevin, I'm sorry about your nose."
I stood still faced the door, not daring to turn round.
"S'Okay, I deserved it, I was being a complete wanker, don't worry."
I reached for the door handle,
"Kevin, come back, don't go, talk to me, please."
I heard her moving as the bed creaked and then the sound of the bed creaking again as she sat back down. I turned round, she was still undressed with only those lime green knickers on and apparently she wasn't about to cover up. I gazed again at her breasts, they looked perfect, I wondered what they felt like, tasted like, I bet they'd feel firm.
"At least try looking at my face for a second or two," she grinned.
I smiled and looked at her, her brown eyes twinkling and a grin on her face.
"I'm so upset about this Kev, but you blundered in again, and stirred it in your usual manner. I lost it and I am genuinely sorry."
"Genuinely, wow, good word, so you really are sorry. Oh! Oh! sorry that was crass and rude of me. Rach, thank you, your apology is accepted and I in turn apologise for playing around with your underwear. Truce?"
I held out my hand and just as she reached out to grab it we both drew back and thumbed our noses. I winced a bit and she stopped grinning and bit her lip.
"I am sorry bro, that probably hurts like fuck."
"Well you've had your share of bloody noses so you know how bad that feels."
"True, sorry."
I grinned and said it was okay, then I left and went downstairs, I couldn't get that image of my sisters tits out of my head. I grinned, what a story this would be.
Downstairs Mum had the meal almost ready, so I laid the table. Just then Dad came in, so we hugged him in turn, then he went to wash up before eating. I hugged mum from behind and kissed her neck.
"Well this is unusual, you alright?"
"Yup, perfect, love you Mum."
"I love you too Kevin, now go chivy your sister up, she's not usually slow to get here at mealtimes."
The door opened and Rach came in,
"I'm here anything I can do?"
"well that's unusual too, both of you offering to help. You have a chance to talk and make up?"
"Better than that Mum, we made friends, hey Kev?"
"Yes we did, no more teasing and ragging each other, we've just grown up."
Dad walked back in,
"Well that's great, so any chance you'll move out then?"
"Eric!"
"Dad!"
