LOVE MUSCLES WIN OVER LOVELY BRAWN

Here is a story I finished before I had to leave town for work. Was gone 15 days. Thanks to Basil Jelly for the blur. Didn't want to use the face. Enjoy.

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LOVE MUSCLES WINS OVER LOVELY BRAWN

It was kinda funny, or at least Gwen thought so. She sat on the couch watching television as her older sister Cynthia, or “Cyn” for short, sucked, slobbered and cooed over her hard cock.

A few months ago this scene would only have been a fantasy for Gwen, a fantasy she used many times to get her crank off.

The two siblings were total opposites from the beginning. Cynthia was short and extremely thin. Gwen was taller and nicely rounded in all the right places, even as young as they were.

They fought, scrapped about, argued and grew to ‘love to hate’ each other. The two formed separate cliques and rarely hung out together except for boring family gatherings.

Their parents had tried to counsel them to be more loving, or at least friendly toward each other. Since Cynthia was two years older, the toys at Christmas did not have to be exact matches. But if Cynthia got a doll, Gwen did too. If one got a game, the other got another one, and both ordered to share or at least trade if one wanted to play the other’s game.

So the two girls learned the age old business of bartering. Everything they did was now practically a business deal.

Because Gwen was born ‘different’, Cynthia felt that her little sister was getting just a bit more consideration and attention than she thought was owed her, she being older and all.

So at an early age, Cynthia began doing sports, from gymnastics to swimming to tennis. Striving to be the best to get any earned attention from her parents, she put 110% into everything she did. And it paid off usually. At ten, she was rated third in the state for swimming in her age group for the 800. In tennis at twelve, she was fifth in the state and got a medal at the state championships.

Having some praise from her parents seemed to work wonders for the two children until one fateful day, Gwen went shopping with her mother. Cynthia had just got home from practice when they returned. Gwen was beaming as she strode in, bags in hand.

“Hey honey. Sorry we were late getting home. We went shopping and got waylaid.”

“It’s okay. I got a ride from Sandy’s Mom.”

“That’s good dear. Gwen? Go put your stuff away.”

“Okay Mom,” said the smirking ten year old, carrying her bags upstairs. With her interest piqued, Cynthia trudged upstairs with her equipment and tossed them on her bed. She walked down to Gwen’s room and knocked on the open door.

“So what did you get?”

“Nothing you need to know about,” Gwen answered cattily.

“Come on, let me see,” Cynthia offered, stepping in the room.

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