Sisters Bearing Gifts by Goddess

My arms where full of bags of groceries as I lunged for the ringing phone. I
was too late; the answering machine picked up the call.
"Thanks for showing me up once again bitch. I will be over at noon--be
ready." The voice was that of my older sister Kari.
"Fuck yeah," I thought to myself as I glanced at the clock, it was 11
am. Kari and I had never gotten along in all of my 35 years. She was 2 years
older and 2 inches taller than I was at 5'8". What she had gotten in height,
I had gotten in breast size: I wore a 42DD and she was 40D, something I tried
never to let her forget.
Yesterday had been our mom's birthday party. I had bought her a
lovely Irish crystal serving bowl. Mum went wild over it, so did Kari. I could
see her seething with anger as she smiled politely.
"What a wonderful gift Sherry," she had said to appease my mother who hated
the fact that the two daughters did not get along. Her gift had been a cashmere
sweater.
"Thank you Kari," I said trying not to let my smirking smile be too obvious,
"But you gift was lovely as well," I could not resist adding, "I did not know
Wal-Mart carried that line."
Kari was silent but her face turned crimson.
We had spent the remainder of the party trying to avoid each other
rather than risk getting into yet another physical altercation. The one thing and
only thing we both agreed on was that we would never fight in front of our
mother again, and that in her presence, we would try to act civilly towards each
other. That "act" was often difficult for us to carry through on as we both
would find subtle ways to get our claws into each other verbally, and
sometimes physically.
One time while washing dishes we had gotten into fight. We had been both
dressed in halter tops as we were washing the dishes from a picnic. With our
backs to the rest of the people in the living room, we had grabbed, squeezed,
twisted and tortured each others nipples. We both have long nails and ended up
with cuts around our areolas as we had savagely dug our nails into each other.
Tears streamed down our faces as we mauled each other, neither of us wanting
to scream out loud as the pain became almost unbearable. We finally pulled
apart when we heard our mother walking up behind us.
I smiled as I thought of matching myself against Kari again today. A
warmth spread through me as I thought of yanking her head back and forth by her
long blonde ponytail, then straddling her as I made her grabs her tits in my
hands until she admitted her inferiority. Pushing my auburn hair back from my
face, I looked at my hands, "I am going to need another manicure after I get
done with her today."
At noon, I was sitting at the kitchen table watching out the window as
Kari drove up. She swung her long tanned legs out of the car as she saw me
looking out the window at her. Smiling, she showed me her middle finger. Her
long blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders, her green eyes concealed
behind her sunglasses.
"Come on in," I called out as she knocked on the door.
"Good day whore."
"Hi white trash."
"Thanks for making me look like a cheapskate yesterday."
"No need to thank me Kari, your cheapness just shines through, like a
bad panty line."
"Think you are funny bitch? You won't be laughing after I wipe that
smile off your face and paint it on your ass."
We were about a foot away from each other when she slapped my face. I
could feel a red palm print forming on my right cheek.
Seething, I raised my hand to slap back but restrained myself remembering we
were still in the kitchen.
"Let's take this outside sis," I said shoving her towards the doorway.

The backyard is large and set way back from the road. Trees line the
fence line.
We warily eyed each other as we walked to the center of the lawn. Both
of us spent hours at the gym and had the long muscular legs, toned abs, and
strong arms to show for it.
Tossing my hair back, I took a step forwards. "You must be scared," I said
pointing to Shari's jeans, "afraid of me?"
"Oh you," she said with a high pitched laugh. "I thought we might make
this a bit more interesting today, panties and bras? Or do you just want me
to rip your clothes off you like I did last time?"
Panties and bras, that will just save me the hassle of having to rip
them off of you again," I purred as I began to unbutton my blouse.
We continued sniping back and forth as we slowly stripped down to our
bras and panties. Sweat was dampening the front of our bras already from the
hot noon sun. We both secured our hair into ponytails.
Once again we came face to face, glaring into each others eyes. There
was no sister love between us at that moment. We both wanted to win and we
both knew that we both would do everything possible to win.
Instinctively I put my hands in front of my breasts knowing from
experience that she liked to go for her opponent's tits first thing in a fight.
Shari grabbed my hair with one hand and the back of my neck with the
other as she kneed me in the stomach.
Grunting with surprise more than pain, I kicked her right leg above her
knee which almost brought her to the ground, but left her unstable. Quickly,
I grabbed her ponytail and tried to throw her to the ground.
We both fell to the grass as she held tightly to my hair. Landing on
top of her, I began to kick and knee her legs. She kicked back furiously as we
began a battle of legs, kicking and kneeing each other savagely.
Wildly we yanked each others' head back and forth, slamming them into
the grass. With our other hands we clawed breasts, backs, stomachs,
legs-whatever we could reach as we rolled over and over across the lawn.
The sounds of our legs thudding against each others filled the noon air.
We both were moaning and grunting with the exertion and intensity of the
fight. The trash talking had stopped. We were using that energy to demolish the
other.

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Sisters Bearing Gifts Part 2

Kari rolled on top of me as I wrapped my long legs around her waist.
With one hand she yanked my head to the grass and held it there as she ripped
my breasts from out of my bra.
Moaning from the pain, I tightened my legs around her waist. With
both my hands I reached up and latched onto her breasts and pulled her closer on
top of me. As she continued to slam my head onto the grass I leaned forward
and bit into her shoulder.
Screaming in pain, she let go of my hair and tried to push my face away.
As she did, I was able to push her shoulder back rolling us to our sides with
my legs still wrapped around her waist.
Her hand slid down to my throat and she began to push against it. I
grabbed her wrists and attempted to pull her arms back. Kari's biceps and
forearm muscles tightened and bulged as she fought back against my efforts. Her
hand on my throat was beginning to have her desired effects as I could feel my
strength ebbing. I had to do something fast or I was going to lose again to
the bitch. I reached down and grabbed her exposed right nipple and dug my long
nails into her areola. This time she did not scream but the pain was obvious
in her eyes which only made me dig my nails in harder to this very tender
spot.
For what seemed like hours, we stayed like that: her hand pressing
against my throat and my fingers gauging into her breasts with my vise like
legs wrapped around her waist as we glared into each others eyes: sister to
sister locked in combat.
Tears streamed down her face when finally she raised her hand from my
neck and plowed her fist into my side. The pain shot throw me. Again and
again she rammed her fist into my side. I twisted my nails even deeper into her
breast. The pain was becoming unbearable. She slugged me once more in the
side and my legs slipped off her waist as I rolled away from her clutching my
side.
Both of us gasped for air on the grass. Our bras half torn off our
bodies which glistened with sweat. Grass stains covered our panties and legs.
I could hear her panting.
"Had enough bitch?" I asked unsteadily coming to my knees. My voice
was hoarse with exhaustion.
"Fuck no whore," she gasped as she struggled to her knees.
Slowly we both got to our feet wiping the sweat from our faces. We
were both leaning forward from the waist as we continued to try to catch our
breath.
I slipped my hand around my back to unfasten what was left of my bra
as Kari slid hers off of her shoulders. We both knew better than to take our
eyes off the other.
As we eyed each other, I took my now tender tits in my hands and
shook them at her inviting her to tit box. Spitting some grass out her mouth,
she smiled and took her own in her hands.
Suddenly I lunged forward and smacked her across the face with my right
tit followed closely by my left which left red welts on her face. She
retaliated by slamming her tits into mine and driving me backwards against a tree.
Roaring like a trapped animal, she continued to smack the hell out of my
breasts, driving her nips into mine, slamming the sides of my breasts time after
time. My gasps of pain became groans of agony.
As I saw her tit coming at me one last time, I jerked my body to the
right just as her tit as about to hit me. Kari screamed as her tit hit the
tree. I then slammed my leg into her stomach and watched as she then fell to
her knees doubled over in agony and clutching her maimed breast
Taking full advantage, I jumped on her back and scissored my legs
around her damaged breasts. Her screams turned into anguished wails of pain as I
reached down wrapped my arms round her into a head lock. Rocking aback and
forth I applied all the pressure that my body had left in me. Grunting, I
pulled back on her head and applied more pressure around her tits.
"Fuck stop, god please stop!" she moaned.
"Stop what bitch?" I taunted her.
"Stop Sheri, you win, just stop," she sobbed.
I let go of my holds on her and let her fall to the grass in front of
me. She curled up cupping her bruised and bleeding breasts.
I sat a few feet from her surveying the damage to my own body. Looking
at the bruises on my legs and breasts and tenderly touching my neck.
For 5 minutes we sat there each of us nursing our wounds. "Are you
alright sis?" I asked.
"Just as well as can be expected for having her ass kicked by her
younger sister," Kari replied with a half smile.
"Just showing off what I learned from my big sister," I chided her.
Sliding across the grass, I reached my hand out to her. Hesitantly she
took it then pulled me to her. As I felt her arms embracing me I was not sure
what to expect. "Don't worry Sheri," she said, "I know when I have been
beaten-for today anyway."