>Be Anon, fresh out of university.
>After four long years away from home, you're finally back.
>Much to your surprise, very little had appeared to change.
>Your old room had been left exactly the way you left it.
[spoiler]>You think your mother had something to do with that; your old man had talked for years about his plans for your room when you finally left the house.[/spoiler]
>Same old house. Same old neighborhood.
>Really, the only thing that had seemed to change was your little sister, Trixie.
>When you left, she'd only been 13. Scrawny. A little flat in the chest.
>But now, four years later, it's like you were looking at a completely different woman.
>She'd filled out quite nicely indeed.
>Generous curves on an hourglass figure women twice her age would murder for.
>Firm, toned thighs; Full, perky breasts.
>Unf. Nonny 'mirin. Nonny 'mirin hard.
>Until you forcefully reminded yourself that she was your baby sis.
>Of course Trixie probably could sense your sudden sense of lust: that primal lizard part of your brain that tried to slot the teenage beauty into your brain's 'Would Bang' column.
>Her hugs became longer than would probably be deemed appropriate, hands travelling a little further south than they needed to.
>Conversations laced with playful innuendo, seemingly intended for the sole purpose of riling you up.
>Bedroom eyes never hidden except when your parents were around.
>Really, if you didn't know any better, you'd say that she's been trying to get you to stick your dick in her.
>Being the 'responsible' adult you are (Ha, just kidding. We're looking at you, Countless-Nights-of-Being-Blackout-Drunk), you did your damnedest to resist.
>But there were moments. Ohhh, yes. There were moments where you seriously considered giving in and taking her for yourself.
>It's not your fault, though. It's in God's Plan: He made the boner so much stronger than a man.
[spoiler]Mea Culpa[/spoiler]

>It's been two months since you came back home.
>Two months of nonstop teasing and flirting from Trixie.
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>Your parents were out of town for the weekend: Your old man had a business trip to Vegas, and he wanted your mother to go with him.
>Ha. Business trip. You can't say that with a straight face.
>But the fact remains that you are now left alone.
>In your house.
>With Trixie.
>The same Trixie who, for the past two months, has been doing everything in her power to break you.
>And she was winning.
>"Anon!"
>Aw crap. There she is again.
>"Anon! Trixie knows you're in there, bi~g brother!"
>God fuck, why did she have to accent the big?
"The hell do you want, Trix?"
>Without knocking, your little sister threw open the door, causing you to visibly cringe when it slammed against the backstop.
"Hey, easy on my door, sis, you're gonna put a hole in the wall if you keep that up."
>"Oh quiet, you. Is it so much of a crime that Trixie wishes to spend time with her big brother?"
>That comment gave you cause to bring your hands to your eyes. Dragging them down your face, you heave an exasperated sigh.
"Trixie, you've been acting crazy ever since I came home. I can't get a moment's peace."
>Trixie's face fell, her lips dropping into the saddest, most pitious frown you've ever seen.
>Hnnnngh. Critical hit.
>"Trixie missed you while you were gone, Anon. You left so suddenly, and I didn't get to see you for four years."
>You don't know if she slipped into first person on accident or not.
>"And now that you're here, you're always avoiding Trixie. Like you don't love your little sister anymore."
>That did it.
"Trix.. You know that's not true. Truth be told, I missed you too. But I was so busy with uni, I couldn't find the time to come and visit."
>While you were explaining yourself to her, Trixie had sat down next to you on your beat-up old sofa (Yes, you have a couch in your room. All the better to play vidya on.), and put a delicate hand on your knee.
>"Well.. Trixie supposes she could forgive you. But only if you spend time with her, instead of avoiding her like you have been."
"Alright Trix. You win. I'll spend time with you tonight."
>As if a switch had been thrown, your sister's face had transformed from the ultimate in sad, to the extremest of joys.
>"So we have a deal! What should we do first?"
>Hm. That's a good question. You hadn't thought about that. You've been so busy avoiding Trixie that you hadn't considered what you two might do together.
>You made a show of peering around your room, searching for something to do.
>Then you saw it, peeking out from under a pile of old clothes in your closet: that unique three-pronged shape of the classic N64 controller, tucked safely within a plastic bin.
>Just the sight of that controller brought memories roaring back; memories of long, lazy weekends spent with your little sis in front of the old CRT television that used to adorn the living room, and now resides in your bedroom.
"I have an idea."
>Rising from the couch, you rush to the closet and start rummaging about, shifting the great mountains of crap and junk to uncover the treasure that lay buried within.
>Your prize revealed, you grin to yourself as you quickly scan the contents of the plastic case: Console, two controllers, a plethora of titles, and all the cables required to run it.
>Felling cheeky, you make the classic discovery jingle as you pry the case from the debris.
"How about taking a trip down memory lane tonight, Trixie?"

>Still be you, Anonymous. The one and only.
>Only three hours older, of course.
>Ever since you had found your old N64 in your closet, you and Trixie had been in a battle of skill and wills.
>The ultimate contest to end all contests.
>Motherfucking Mario Kart 64.
>Many an hour in your youth had you played this game alongside your sister. Your skills had been evenly matched back then, and even now, after so many years of being out of practice, you find yourself needing only a couple of warmup races to get yourself back up to speed.
[spoiler]Mario Kart is like riding a bicycle; You never forget.[/spoiler]
>Now you find the two of you competing head to head in a marathon session.
>Whoever wins the most cups out of four, 150cc, wins.
>The prize? Bragging rights, of course. Which also meant that you were more determined than ever to win, because if one thing about Trixie had remained the same, it was the fact that she could be a complete and utter braggart.
>And so far, the two of you were neck and neck. Trixie had won the Mushroom Cup, making a clean sweep of all four tracks.
>You managed to come back in the Flower Cup, winning three of the four races.
>Star Cup was a disappointment for both of you, a combination of bad luck and tough bot skills denying either of you the win.
>And so far, the Special Cup was proving to be a real challenge for the both of you.
>You had come out strong at first, securing a vital victory on DK's Jungle Parkway.
>Of course, Trixie was able to negate your early advantage by stealing a win on Yoshi Valley.
>Fortunately for you, a Bot secured the First Place spot on Banshee Boardwalk.
>Which brought it all down to this: Rainbow Road. The penultimate test of endurance. Two thousand meters of track, where one wrong move can send you spiraling off into the void of neon space.
>And of course, Trixie starts to squirm cutely next to you.
>"Anon. Trixie needs to powder her nose."
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"Seriously? Right now?"
>The glare Trixie sent your way could have bored holes in titanium.
>"Yes, right now! Unless you would rather Trixie holds her pee and accidentally wets the couch in excitement from the race."
"Christ, Trix. Hurry up and go pee so I can beat you."
>"We'll see about that, Anon!"
>As soon as she left the room, you let out the breath you had been holding.
>You wish some of her victories had been due to bad luck on your part, but the only bad luck going on here was you constantly being distracted by your little sister's body.
>Your will still held strong, though. You were bound and determined to deny Trixie her bragging rights.
>Before you could become impatient, she was back. She grabbed her controller up off the couch, but instead of setting down on the couch next to you, your sister planted herself in your lap.
"What the hell, Trix?"
>"If you want to win so badly, you're going to have to earn this win!"
>Your frown creased your forehead, but you wouldn't let her get to you.
"Alright. Are you ready to start the race?"
>The look of pure determination that adorned Trixie's face was diabeetus inducing.
>"Bring it on, Anonymous!"
>Grinning widely, you start the race.
>You start off strong, maneuvering to a swift and early lead, with your sister hot on your tailpipes. It was all down to this.
>About halfway through the first lap, though, trouble started to rear its ugly head in the form of a gradually growing erection.
>Trixie had seated herself in just the right way that her shapely rear had conformed just right to the shape of your lap, and the slightest movements on her part caused her ass to rub firmly against your slowly stiffening member.
>And although you couldn't see her face, you could almost hear the shit-eating grin spreading across her face.
>Her shifts started to become even firmer, more deliberate in their intentions.
>Naturally, this new distraction caused you to slip up; while at any other time, you could have avoided the damn Chain-Chomp eating its way through the course, your sister's grinding against your erection forced you into the waiting obstacle, and up into the air.
>This opening was all Trixie needed to close the gap and slip into first place.
>"A-ha! Trixie told you you were no match for her! It appears that her ass is distraction enough to keep you occupied!"
>Her verbal jab was delivered with a particularly powerful grind against your crotch.
>"Don't worry, Anon. Trixie is a generous victor. She will be more than happy to give you a 'consolation prize~.'"
>So that's her angle, is it? Well, honey, two can play at this game. With boner now in direct control, at the turn of the second lap you begin your counter-attack.
>You start to shift your hips underneath her ass, grinding your bone between her cheeks. This elicited a squeak on her part as she desperately tried to hold onto her lead.
>You continued in this manner, as the two of you fought for dominance in the race.
>Not even halfway through the second lap, and your sis was grinding back against you. Your breaths were getting short, your faces heated, neither of you willing to admit defeat.
>It almost felt as if the remainder of the race would continue in this manner, with soft moans and gasps for breath a stark contrast to the cartooney music and sounds of the game onscreen, your mutual arousals soaking through your jeans.

>It was the turn of the third lap that broke the two of you. Without warning, Trixie threw her controller off to the side and spun around in your lap.
>"Anon.."
>Punctuating her whispered moaning of your name, she mashed her lips to yours in a hungry, needy kiss.
>You had long since slipped her into the 'Would Bang' category, and you promptly discarded your own peripheral to wrap your arms around the girl in your lap.
>Your lips mashed together as the two of you fought to suck the air out of the other, tongues quickly put to work exploring the confines of each others' mouths. Trixie wrapped her legs around your waist, pinning herself to you as she ground her hips against yours.
>"Anon.. F-Fuck. Bed. Now. Please. Tri-I need you NOW!"
>Grunting your agreement, you stood. With her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck, she held tight in place against you while your tongues thrashed against each others' on the jouney to the bed.
>The pair of you would have gone on like this for some time, were it not for the need to dispose of the annoyance of the clothes that separated you.
>Your sister was dropped onto the bed, her body bouncing twice while you fought to strip the offending articles of clothing off your body.
>Trixie had a far easier time of it, only needing to remove her hoodie and skirt. This caused you to raise an eyebrow in interest, and she shrunk under your gaze.
>"I had already taken off my underwear and shirt in the bathroom.."
"You cheeki breeki."
>"Anon?.. Is Trixie beautiful?.."
>Her question gave you pause as you gazed over her figure. The vulnerability in her voice spoke volumes of her self-esteem.
"Beyond compare, Trixie. You've grown into an extremely beautiful young woman. Any man would be lucky to have you. Even me."
>Her eyes brightened as you finally managed to remove the last of your clothes, and without further delay you pressed yourself against Trixie, wrapping your arms around her to pull her body tight to yours, trying to eliminate any gaps between your skins.
>The two of you kissed again, less forcefully this time, yet with even more passion. The soft gasps of breath you each gave forth when you surfaced for air rang clear through the sudden silence of your room.
>"Anon.. Trixie can't wait any longer. Please.."
>Her request would remain unspoken as you shifted on the bed with her, moving your bodies so that yours could more easily penetrate into hers. You paused with your tip pressed firmly to the tight, wet slit between Trixie's legs.
"Are you ready, Trix?"
>Trixie nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yes Trixie is ready. Just.. do it slowly at first?" You smile reassuringly to her.
"As you command, Trixie."
>Time stood still as you flexed your pelvic muscles, forcing the tip of your cock into her opening. Your bodies shuddered from mutual pleasure, and you tightened your grip on your little sister.
>Inch by inch, your member slipped inside her, until you met a resistance. You pause, confused.
"Trixie, you're a virgin?"
>The blush that stains her cheeks is almost too cute to bear.
>"Tr.. I was saving myself for you, big brother.."
>Oh my god, we've hit critical 'HNNNNNGH.' Seriously, how can your little sister be this cute?
"Trixie.. I'm honored to be your first."
>You plant a gentle kiss on her lips.
"This might hurt a little. Are you sure you want me to keep going?"
>"Yes. Yes. Please keep going, Anon. Make me yours!"
>Not wanting to keep her waiting, you press gently onwards, increasing the pressure until..
>And you're through. You've just plucked your little sister's flower, that she has saved for and willingly given to you. Trixie cried out underneath you, her body tensing and shuddering as you hilt inside her, your manhood a perfect fit for her womanhood.
>"Anon!"
"Oh fuck. Trix.."
>"Keep going! Please!"
>You grunt in acknowledgement, your hips shifting to start your cock sliding inside your sister. Your bodies collide as your thrusts deepen and quicken, your breaths and gasps a clarion call as the two of you relish in each others' gifts for the other.
>Trixie's hips were grinding to meet each of your thrusts, your meat pounding and churning her insides. The minutes felt like hours as the two of you edged closer and closer to your rapidly approaching climaxes.
>"Anon! Ohhh Anon! I'm close! So close!"
"Fuck.. Me too Trixie! I gotta pull out!"
>"N-NO! Inside! Do it inside Trixie! Fill Trixie's womb with your seed! I DEMAND YOUR CUM INSIDE ME!"
>Your sister clamped her legs around your waist, slamming the head of your dick against her cervix. The sudden, jarring impact caused your concentration to slip, and your orgasm slammed full force into you.
>Rope after rope of your seed poured into Trixie's womb, filling her to the brim as her own orgasm, brought on by yours and the impact inside her, rocked her body to the core.
>She cried out your name in bliss, clinging to you as if her life depended on it. You forced your lips together, kissing needily as you both rode out your mutual climaxes.
>Time stood still as the moment slowly passed, the pair of you basking in the afterglow. You caressed your sister's body, holding her close to your own while you waited for your breathing to return to normal.
"God damn, Trixie.. That was fucking amazing. Thank you."
>"No. Thank you, Anon. You have no idea how long Trixie was waiting for that."
>Your little sister smiled, her loving gaze locked onto your own, even as the corners of her eyes crinkled mischievously.
>"And I also technically won the race."
"What?"
>You glanced at the still-glowing television set, where the results from your race were still flashing onscreen. You were in tenth place, with Trixie just ahead of you in ninth.
>Before, you wouldn't have taken this lying down.
>You would have been mad as hell. You probably might have thrown a bit of a fit.
>But now? After the magic you had just shared with your little sister?
"You know what? I'm okay with this."