damn op, i just want to read the rest of this story, dear god its kiling me

OP here: I've been diagnosed with cancer and have six weeks to live. I'm just not in the mood to wri- naaaaah!

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Saturday went pretty well. Well, in hindsight, it was just one more pebble to add to the eventual avalanche, but it was still a pretty nice day.

Breakfast was typical cereal and a grapefruit; I got tired of the mess it made when I cut the grapefruit in half and tried to eat it with a spoon, so I used a knife and peeled it like an orange. That actually went better than expected, and I started eating them that way from then on.

Sara came in (pale lavender panties with a cartoon bunny just above the crotch; yes, I'm ashamed to say I was waiting to see what they were. As usual.), rubbing one eye and trying without success to get her hair to quit standing up. Then she spotted my grapefruit and the way I was eating it and thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I peeled one for her too while she poured her cereal.

So we sat at the table and chatted about homework and the various inanities kids talk about, and she kicked the table leg rhythmically with her bare feet while we ate.

Bill finally emerged from his lair as I was putting the dishes in the sink, grabbed some Pop-Tarts from the cabinet, and left the apartment without saying a word. Turns out he was going to be gone the entire weekend, working on a class project (studying salamanders in the river or something) and hadn't seen fit to inform either of us. Dude, what if I'd decided to go home for the weekend? Sara would have been alone for two days straight and not even known where we were. Dick move.

Sara asked if we could play video games again, and I said sure, because why not? She chose Mario Kart again and was once again thoroughly kicking my ass when I decided to cheat; I reached over and tickled her just as she was about to pass me. She giggled and squirmed, and drove off the track, increasing my lead. As soon as she was about to pass me again, I tickled her again and she tried to concentrate on the screen, but couldn't avoid squirming and giggling again.

The third time I was about to "cheat", she yelled, "Nooooo!" as soon as I took one hand off my controller and flung herself backwards out of my reach, still giggling. She landed in the prone position on the couch and I shouted, "RAAAARRRR!" and dove on top of her, dropping my controller and tickling her all over with both hands.

She flailed around, dropping her own controller, and laughed uncontrollably, finally managing to yelp, "Sto-o-op!" between laughs.

"No! I'll never let you win again! Victory is mine!"

Eventually, she rolled off the couch, grabbed my arm, and yanked with all her strength; since I had been on my knees and leaning over her, she actually managed to pull me off balance and I fell off the couch, smacking my funny bone into the coffee table and landing beside her. I laughed and held my tingling arm, and she immediately got on top of me and began tickling me back.

"Revenge is mine!" she shouted in a melodramatic voice.

Having a panty-clad girl straddle me is normally a pretty good way to get my attention, but to be honest, I am kinda ticklish, so nothing unfortunate happened in my pants. I just grabbed her by the wrists to stop the tickling and we began actively wrestling around on the floor, shouting dramatically as we waged epic battle. I think she quoted Captain Ahab at one point; she really does take after her brother.

Finally, I was on my back and she had 'pinned' me down (translation: I was tired, so I pretended she had a remote chance of pinning my arms to the floor.), once again straddled across me, and I announced my surrender, panting for breath. She loudly proclaimed victory to be hers, then flopped down on top of my chest (making it harder to breathe) and gasped for breath as well.

It's a good thing Bill was gone for the weekend, or it would have been really awkward if he'd walked in and seen his sister, clad in her undies, lying on top of me and straddling my crotch while we both tried to catch our breath. As it was... Well, let's not skip ahead.

Finally, after I'd caught my breath (she recovered before I did, but didn't move off of me for some reason.), I suggested we watch a movie. She sat up, still straddling me (a position which was finally becoming distracting, and I hoped she couldn't feel anything... shifting, down there.) and asked what kind of movie.

"How about The Princess Bride?"

"The what?"

"You seriously have never seen The Princess Bride?"

"Sounds girly."

I playfully poked her in the chest, making her giggle her again, and pointed out that she was a girl.

"It's a good movie. Hop up and I'll make some popcorn for us."

With the popcorn popped and the DVD ready to go, we sat down on the couch and prepared to see the movie. Except she insisted on holding the popcorn.

"Now wait a minute, we have to share the popcorn. Let's put it between us."

"No! I always hold the popcorn."

"But then you'll eat it all and I won't get any."

She pondered this dilemma for a moment, then seemed to reach a conclusion and climbed onto my lap, placing the popcorn in hers.

"There! Now we both win."

And thus we watched the movie, her in my lap, and me eating popcorn out of hers. If things had just stayed that way and gone no further, everything would have been fine.

But then, I wouldn't have a story to tell, would I?

fuck me OP YES

MOAR

>the princess bride
>left 4 dead

you're officially my favourite person now, OP

I am so fucking glad OP recovered from the earthquake that killed his family.

>>19476
Keep going, OP. I've been following this story like a horny bastard since you started.

I suggest you copy all this to an ASSTR page. AnonyMPC is an author I admire greatly, I find myself on his ASSTR page almost every night, and if you had one I'd visit it every night too.

at least its still going on :3