Petir and Sarah (The Reunion)

[Erica Noelle Wang]

It was seven years since Sarah's knee made fatal contact with Petir's balls (Melissa at home Part 3). Seven years since he had left that hospital room, one testicle lesser. 

Seven years was a long time, and in that time, they were now both working adults. Sarah had left for college shortly after the incident, to Petir's relief. He had lived well despite what she had done to him. While she always imagined that her knee made him less of a man, his sex life was not affected.

He grew into a confident young man, unburdened by his past. That is, until Sarah called him up one day, to ask him for dinner. At the moment that he heard her voice on the phone, painful memories filled up his mind.

His hands wrapped around her wrists, sure of victory, her strength fading. Her face flushed with rage, as he forced her to the ground. He remembered, looking away for a brief second, to give his girl a proud smirk, and turning back to her. Right after that, she said the words that would haunt him forever. 

"Now I'm really gonna make your testicles ache!"

And with that, her knee flew up and between his spread thighs. In his confidence, he had neglected to protect his gonads. She always liked to kick him in his most sensitive area, thinking it was funny. But this time, it was different. He felt something shift painfully inside his sack; something permanent.

He agreed, feeling that the final part of moving on would be to face her once more and confront his fears. He walked over to the restaurant, a quaint alfresco diner nearby his apartment. She had already booked a table, and he walked in to find her. He saw her before she saw him, and he barely recognized her. The years had sculpted her into a most beautiful woman, beyond his memories of what she looked like. Back then, for her age she was more well endowed than most of the girls in her grade. She also had hips like a grown woman and large breasts on a very small and youthful frame, contrasting her plain looking face.

But the Sarah that sat before him was a whole different person. Her long black hair was now dyed blonde, and they rested on her rounded shoulder. His eye followed her collarbone to the soft, perfumed dimple of her throat, and down to the rest of her body. Her body, voluptuous as ever, in a tight, black long sleeved tee, and her long slender legs in a pair of high waist jeans.

And then, they made eye contact.

CRUNCH

The sound replayed in his head over and over. He had been kicked by her multiple times before that, but never had one hit as accurate and deadly as this. It was a completely different sensation, and he briefly recalled crying, as she bent over to make a sympathetic face at him, her ample bosom spilling out from her tank top, as his vision faded to black.

"Petir! Why are you sweating!", she said, her voice breaking the awkward atmosphere between them.

He had not realized that he was breaking out in cold sweat. He smiled it off, and they began to talk. They talked about their lives now, and they talked about the years they spent away from each other. And it wasn't soon before long that they talked about the life changing kick in the nuts from her.

"So.. you know, I heard they had to insert a fake testicle into you..", she said slowly.

"They did. After so long, I don't even remember about that time", he lied nervously.

"But can you still.. you know, perform?", she asked.

"You would be surprised, Sarah. One kick couldn't stop me from doing my thing, I've even had my fair share of pregnancy scares over the years", he boasted.

"Oooh someone's getting a little cocky I see. Well but one more kick certainly would!", she joked, slapping his shoulder. He laughed nervously.

"Oh Petir! I'm just joking!", she said. "You know, I really want to apologize for kicking you there so hard. "

Petir blushed. Even though she was his step sister, he could not help but notice her filled out chest pressing against her top, how they rest against her when she leaned back. He was feeling a little turned on by her, and yet shockingly embarrassed for having lost his left nut to her.

"I had been hoping I could someday make it up to you somehow ."

"Well you certainly would have to do a lot more than buying me dinner!", he replied her.

"Petir, do you know that girl? She has been looking at you for quite awhile", Sarah noted, as she looked behind him.

"Who?", he asked, turning.

"That tall, flat chested girl in tights and a skirt", she told him, as the girl recognized him and started walking over to their table.

"Oh crap, that's Belinda. I dumped her a week ago, and she won't stop calling me. It's a good thing she doesn't know where I li-"

"Petir! Why have you been avoiding me!", she questioned, as Sarah sat back to watch everything unfold. He stood up, as she continued. "Did you leave me for her?", she pointed at Sarah, as Petir attempted to introduce her.

"Belinda, this is Sa-", he did not get to finish his sentence, as she delivered a fertility crumbling kick between his legs.

Sarah gasped, as Belinda lowered her foot. Petir let out a groan, as he fell forward and onto Belinda. Sarah stood up, attempting to help, but Belinda pushed him off her, took him by the wrists and kicked him again. He felt the sharp point of her shoe jab him straight in his testicle, as he let out a scream.

"You would think a guy with one good nut would try to avoid pissing off a woman again!", she yelled, before walking off in a hurry. 

"Oh my goodness, Petir!", Sarah breathed. Ironically, the girl who had devoted her time to deliver crippling kicks to the nuts during his puberty years was now the one helping him up. "Just keep breathing, you're gonna be alright. I mean, I've kicked you way harder than that, right?"

"If you're trying to be funny, it's not working, Sarah", he painfully said, as he struggled to not puke. 

"I think its best I walk you home, Petir", she told him. "In case she comes back around to finish the job"

He nodded in agreement.

It was a twenty minute walk there, and she sat him down on the sofa. 

"Drop your pants, Petir"

"W-what?", he stammered.

"How else will I assess the damage dealt to your balls? Or rather, *ball*", she told him. "She could have really hurt you, you know"

In too much pain to protest, he sat back and let her do her thing. She slowly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants down below his knees, and slipped off his boxers, her warm hands cradling his bruised scrotum.

She begin to slowly massage his lone nut, as he felt the knotted ache in his abdomen loosen. He closed his eyes, as his balls lay softly in her palm. "I know something else that will ease your pain", she told him, gently setting it down. He opened his eyes, to see her dressed only in her tight jeans, her bra and top laid out on the floor. 

"What the-"

She began massaging his private parts again, this time her hands stroking his penis as well, before she set her lips on it and slid his now erect cock into her warm mouth, stroking him with her tongue as she increased her pace steadily, until he could take it no longer and orgasmed into her mouth. 

"And that's just the first part of my apology", she told him slyly, as she licked up some of his seed from the corner of her mouth. He looked at her topless body in full view, and thought to himself that maybe moving on wasn't going to be so difficult after all..

To be continued..