Kait’s face showed her shock. “I don’t even know him. I don’t know anybody at Vista. Why would he say something like that?”
“Psychological warfare,” I said. “He was trying to find a way to beat me. It had the opposite effect.”
She smiled and hugged me again. “My hero,” she said.
I moved to return the hug and winced a little.
“You okay?” she said.
“It’s starting to hurt more when I move,” I said. “I’m going to tell Coach that I’m heading home to lie down and rest it.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you at home,” she said, and started to stand.
“Uh, Kait?”
“What is it?”
I subtly pointed to her shorts. She looked down and her face turned red. The wet spot had grown a bit. She quickly sat down again.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “I can’t walk out of here like this.”
“I have a solution,” I said. “Don’t hit me.”
I ‘accidently’ spilled my entire cup of cold water on her lap.
Kait let out a yelp and stood up, brushing at the water. People looked over at us and laughed as I apologized and handed her my hoodie to dry off with.
“I’m sorry, Sis,” I yelled, so everyone would hear.
“You’d better be,” she yelled back, then put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, “Thank you.” She walked down the steps and headed towards the women’s locker room.
“For a jock, you’re kind of a klutz, Wilson!” my friend Tony yelled, grinning. I just smiled and shrugged and walked down the steps, limping a little.
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When I got home I stripped, showered, put on boxer shorts, got an ice pack from the kitchen freezer, and laid down on my bed with my right leg propped up on a couple of pillows. I thought about the TV, but elected to find something to read on my iPad instead.
Mom and Dad would be at their foundation event all day, so when I heard the garage door open I knew it was Kaitlyn. She came to my open door and knocked anyway.
“Come on in,” I said. “Pardon me if I don’t stand.”
She sat down on the bed next to me.
“Does it hurt much?” she said.
“Some,” I said. “More when I move.
“Let me change out of these shorts, then I’ll be back. I have an idea that might help.” She got up to leave, then turned back to me. “I want to thank you for spilling that water,” she said. “That was quick thinking.”
“No problem,” I said. “Umm… if you don’t mind my asking, what happened?”
Her face turned red. “It’s… a woman thing,” she said, and turned to walk away.
“Okay,” I said.
When she left I shifted around to try and get more comfortable. Kait came back in just as I had picked up my iPad to start reading. She still had the thin white tank top on but had put on boxer shorts like me.
Her tits jiggled temptingly as she walked. I tried not to stare.
She took my iPad and put it on the night stand, then took the ice pack and set it on the floor. She sat next to me and opened a small bottle of baby oil.
“What are you going to do with that, Kait?”
She smiled at me. “Just a little massage, to see if it will help. Pull your underwear up on that side.”
I stared at her. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Mike, remember when I did gymnastics in middle school and high school?”
“Sure.”
“I used to get massages all the time. There’s nothing like it. It’s good for sore muscles and sometimes it can help an injury, too.”
“Okay, Kait, but… this injury is in kind of a sensitive area, you know?”
She smiled as she opened the baby oil and poured a little into her hand. “I’ll try to be careful,” she said. Besides, if you can’t trust your sister, who can you trust?” She placed the flat of her hand on my inner leg and began lightly rubbing the oil into my skin.
“Cold,” she said. “I’m going to warm you up.” When she got to the leg of my boxers she just pushed it up until my whole leg was exposed. She poured more oil and rubbed it on the upper part of my inner leg.
“Coach said to ice it,” I said.
“That’s the right thing to do, but you need to take breaks with it.” She began massaging in earnest, adding some pressure and working my muscles.”
“Tell me if I hurt you,” she said.
“Okay, but…”
“But what?”
The massage actually felt pretty good, and I knew she’d stop if I told her, but I told her anyway.
“It’s actually higher than you’re rubbing.”
Her hand stopped and she looked at me.
“Not a problem,” she said. She poured a little more oil and then her hand went up the leg of my boxers, right into my groin. I groaned as her fingers pushed into my crotch and the back of her hand made contact with my balls.
“Kait…”
“Shhh.”
I looked down at her as she worked her fingers deep into my leg muscles, her hand making constant contact with my balls. Her nipples were trying hard to poke right through the fabric of her tank top. I could even make out the slight swelling of her areolae. She was aroused.
Meanwhile, my cock was throbbing and tenting my boxers.
“Kait…”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, but…”
“No ‘buts’. Just relax and enjoy. Oh, my.” She was staring at the tent. “I see you’re already enjoying it.”
“Shit, Kait.”
She smiled. “Don’t worry about it. It’s natural. I know I’m touching a sensitive area for you. But you need this.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
She stopped her massage but didn’t move her hand from my balls.
“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a healthy male and this just means that everything’s working as it should be.”
“But you’re my sister.”
That made her lean back away from me.