The backdrop to this story is a Brother and Sister playing each other at chess. Hopefully, most of the readers that don't understand chess will still enjoy reading it.
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"Checkmate in three!"
Her face was a picture, a mixture of shock and surprise, because she thought that she was going to win. I wanted to laugh, but with some difficulty, I managed to keep a straight face. Mocking my Sister would be fun, but that would be cruel of me, and also, it would make her angry.
After giving a deep sigh, and shaking her head, she said, "One day I'm going to beat you."
And eventually she would, because her game was improving, but that day wasn't today, or anytime soon. As predicted, I won in three moves.
"So what did you learn from that ending?"
Her answer was quick, and delivered with a smile.
"That my little Brother is a smart-arse."
I wish I was. I was average at most things, except for chess. That was something that I was very good at. It was the only thing that I was better at than she was. I asked again, and this time I didn't get a flippant answer.
"It's no good capturing your opponent's queen if it means that you lose the game."
My big smile told her that she was correct. I'd let her take my most valuable piece because it had put me into a winning position. Having a points advantage over your opponent is no good, when getting it, costs you the match.
She wanted to play another game but I said no. It was late, and I had to be up early. Tomorrow, her first lecture was at eleven, so she could have a lie in, but I had to be in work by eight o'clock.
When, surprisingly, ten minutes later, she was back in my room, I was almost asleep. However, after seeing what she was wearing, I was instantly wide awake. Before it had been jeans and a t-shirt, now it was just her underwear!
"I was in bed, thinking about how I could beat you, when I had an idea for a new opening. I want to try it out. Can we please play another game?"
I could hear the excitement in her voice. She was eager to see if it would work, and that's why she'd come to me without wasting time dressing.
Despite it being nearly eleven, and well past my usual bedtime, I said yes. I was nineteen years old, my body was overloaded with testosterone, and that was why I'd agreed to another game. In front of me was a gorgeous woman that was only wearing a bra and panties, so I was never going to say no. It would be better if she wasn't my Sister, but I was willing to ignore that while I enjoyed the view. All I was going to do was look at her, so what's the harm in that?
There was a small table in my room, and that's where we normally play. But now, for this game, we set it up on my bed while I remained under the covers.
She was white, so she made the first move. As expected, it wasn't her normal opening. In fact, it was an unusual way to start the game. She was trying to catch me out, but I wasn't worried. I was an experienced player so it wasn't new to me. I knew how to respond to it. The first few moves from both of us were quick, and then, on her fifth move, she was taking her time. She was concentrating, not wanting to make a mistake. While she stared at the board, I was staring at her.
Elizabeth was twenty two, and she had it all. Brains as well as beauty. She was clever, studying mathematics at university was proof of that. She was also beautiful. Her face was angelic, even her nose, that was bigger than it should be, couldn't spoil it. In fact, in my eyes, that one imperfection made her even more beautiful. That was enough for most women, but she was greedy, my Sister had more. And it was what I was admiring, her gorgeous body!
It isn't just the size of her breasts that are impressive, she has the hips and bottom to match. If you like your women slim, then she's not for you. If like me though, you prefer them to be curvy, then she's definitely the one for you. But don't get too excited, because she's probably out of your league.
When she suddenly leant forward, with her arm outstretched, I thought that she was going to make her move. However, before touching the bishop, she withdrew her arm. But she didn't sit upright, she continued to lean forward, so far forward, that it looked as if she might suddenly topple over.
Before, I'd enjoyed looking at her big tits, but now they were making me feel uncomfortable because my cock was starting to grow, and at an alarming rate. She was my Sister, so she wasn't supposed to excite me like this. Of course, I could always look away, but I didn't, because I was mesmerized by them.
Because of the position that she was in, she was displaying a lot of cleavage. Her small bra was doing a good job holding them in, but it wouldn't take much for them to pop out. A sudden movement from her might even do that, or I could reach up and easily scoop them out with both my hands. Of course, I wasn't going to do that, even though I could have them out before she could stop me. If I was to do that then her heavy breasts would be in my face. Thinking about that, made my already hard cock, even bigger!
"Your move."
I was daydreaming, in my own world, oblivious to her, so that startled me, but I quickly regained my composure.
She'd done a good move, her knight was threatening my rook. I needed to move it so that it was out of danger. I was about to do that, when I was distracted by her adjusting her bra. One of the cups was lower down than it should be, so she'd corrected it by pulling it up. Instead of making the rook safe, what I'd ended up doing was stupidly moving it to an even worse position. That got a quizzical look from her. She was trying to decide if I'd made a mistake, or if it was deliberate. Sacrificing the piece so that I'd get an advantage later on. When she took the exposed rook, I smiled, hoping that it would unnerve her. But it had been a mistake, a big one, and I now had a fight on my hands if I was going to win. My unbeaten record against her, that I was proud of, was now in the balance.
She was playing well, as good as she had ever done, so it took me another ten moves before I was back to being level with her. I was confident that I would push on and beat her, so confident, that I was back to admiring her large breasts.
I was a young man, and like most men of my age, I was always looking for pussy, but unfortunately, not finding a lot of it. However, there were times when I'd been successful, most notably, with Diana. She'd even let me fuck her. That had been three months ago at a party to celebrate her twenty second birthday. I'd got lucky, because she was out of my league, but sadly, it had only been a one-off. I'd wanted her to be my girlfriend, but she'd said no. Her big tits were almost as impressive as my Sister's. I'd enjoyed them, and I'd like to feast on them again, but given a choice, I'd rather have the ones that were in front of me now.
Now I was winning, and it was only a matter of time before I captured her king. And she knew it, because she was muttering under her breath. When she moved her legs I thought that she was going to get off the bed. After resigning, she'd then go to her room, and she'd be disappointed because she hadn't won the game. But I was wrong, she'd remained on the bed, but in a different position. And it was a position that was making my heart race and my cock rock-hard.
As before, she was sitting up, but her legs were now wide apart and her knees were high up. To maintain her balance she had her hands on her knees and she was leaning forward. It wasn't a position that I'd choose for myself, but she was obviously happy with it. It might even be a yoga position, one that had a fancy name. However, if it was nameless, then I'd give it one. One that would describe it perfectly.
I'd call it, 'Let the world see your pussy!'
Yes, she was wearing panties, but they were stretched tight over her bulge so there was a lot to see. It was only one step away from it being naked. My eyes were darting about as I tried to make sense of all the contours of her pussy, all the lumps and bumps that are there to excite a lover.
"You think that you're going to win, but I might have a way of stopping you. Be quiet while I concentrate."
I nodded. I had no intention of speaking, all I wanted to do was to look at what was between her legs, and to do that for as long as possible.
It didn't take me long to work out that she had big lips, and where her opening was. That excited me. I was now imagining what it would be like to touch her pussy, to finger her, or to even go down on her. That took my excitement to another level, but when my thoughts became about fucking her, it was nearly too much for me.
While she continued to sit in that position, staring at the chessboard, I wasn't now just being excited, I was also being tortured. Her big tits and gorgeous pussy were there for me to see, but agonizingly, that was all that I would ever be able to do. She was my Sister, so I was never going to have the pleasure of enjoying her firm breasts or her tight pussy. At this moment in time, I'd give her anything if she'd only let me. I didn't have much, but she could have it all. And only half an hour would be more than enough to satisfy me. I'd even settle for ten minutes.
When she did eventually make her move, I was surprised, because it wasn't a good one. In fact, it was a move that a novice chess player might make. She was a lot better than that. Now I was definitely going to win, and in just two moves. However, if I was careful, I could make it last longer than that without her realizing what I was doing. That would give me more time to enjoy what she was showing me. But unfortunately, when she spoke, I knew that the game was over.
"Fuck, that was stupid!"
She'd realized her mistake, and that it meant that it was impossible for her to win. The game then ended when she resigned by tipping her king over.
As soon as she'd gone, and only seconds after she'd closed the door behind her, my hand was on my throbbing cock. While slowly stroking it I closed my eyes. Now I could see her pussy again, but this time without it being covered by her panties. That got my hand moving quicker, and when I started to finger her, it took me to the edge. But it was pushing my cock deep up her juicy pussy and fucking her hard, that made me come.
It had been a nice climax, one of my best, perhaps even my best one ever, and I had my Sister to thank for it. We've been playing chess for just over six months, and it has brought us closer together than we have ever been. However, nothing like tonight has ever happened before. We've always had a normal Brother and Sister relationship, but now, after being so near to her while she was only in her bra and panties, I want it to be more than that, I want the impossible, I want us to be lovers!
The next day we played another two games, but not on the bed, and with her fully clothed. They were good games, and even though I won both of them, they were competitive. It had been enjoyable, but yesterday was a lot better when she'd just been in her underwear. Isn't life a bitch? It becomes exciting, but then, what was exciting you suddenly stops, leaving you wanting more.
"Same time tomorrow? And I'm going to beat you."
