B-I-L VS S-I-L

My sister-n-law is what I consider an Amazon babe. She’s ¼ Cherokee Indian and the rest an International mix. But because of her Indian blood, in the summer, when she tans, she turns a bronze shade and oil just brings out the highlights of her 5’10” frame. She probably weighs about 135, and it’s in all the right places. One good place is her breasts. A “D” cup and perfectly round, besides being all-natural. In case you couldn’t tell, to me, she’s a babe. But her biggest fault is that she knows she’s a babe. And she’s not afraid to admit it. Many times she’s given my wife beauty and fitness tips, mostly when they weren’t solicited. My wife takes it in stride but I know that inside she’s building steam and one day she’s gonna pop and knock her sister for a loop.

As relations go, we get along well. She’s out going and talkative, whereas I’m easy going and don’t mind having to look at her when she talks. She’s also a flirt. When she has guest over, she has no problem walking thru the house in tight outfits. Especially at her pool parties. She’s always in bikini top and bottoms, sometimes cutoff jeans over the bottoms, but always a bikini top. She gets her jolly’s by bumping into men with different parts of her body, and smiling it off. My wife notices and it just adds to the steam. You can bet that at least one wife, on average, leaves one of her parties not too happy. And her husband is so dunced he doesn’t even appear to care. If it wasn’t for Angela’s attitude, she’d be perfect.

Occasionally we email each other, nothing sexually private, but usual forwards and comments, family events coming up and such. One day I sent her a forward that told the story of a woman getting assaulted in a public parking lot, and it went on to mention ways to protect yourself during those times. Angela must have been bored because she wrote me back a long response as to how she would have handled the situation. I was surprised at how successful she thought she could have been. I wrote back questioning her abilities. She responded by saying that she could probably hold her own against some men.

I asked, “what about women?” I could hear her laughing through her email. “Of course against women. You know how much I work out. I know I could take most women.”

“What about wrestlers, women like Lita, or Jackie of the WWF?”

I was surprised by her comments. “I think I could handle them, in a hand to hand match. No rules. I think I could do well against anyone, I’m in great shape, you know that.”

I got an idea. As sort of a joke, I challenged her to a match against me. She didn’t say no. but she did ask what her sister would think of her and I rolling around some mat or room. I mentioned that it would be best kept as our little secret. It would just be a test of her skills against “an average guy”. She seemed excited.

We set the date for a week from our last email. Her husband would be working late, which also led to us choosing this date, and I set up a night with one of my pals who needed help fixing his car. I’m not a mechanic but “he needed a hand.” He also knew my plans and would cover for me.

I increased my running and my workouts that week. I new I could beat Angela hand to hand, but in a deeply immoral way, I wanted to impress her with my body. I could never impress her like she impresses me, but I could try.

The night came and just for good measure, I did an upper body workout before coming. “My Mistake.”

When I got there, I was already tired. I had over worked myself, trying to impress my sister-n-law.

Angela met me at the door in a peach colored lycra sports bra. And a short pair of black cycling shorts. I was already feeling aroused. I had brought my loose navy gym shorts, and a gray tank top. Flattering clothes for my body, I’d hoped. She was very friendly, almost too friendly. I was thinking she might be hesitant, so I offered her a chance to get out of the night’s plan. She said no, she was excited. (Probably not the same kind of excitement I was feeling!)

She led me upstairs to a spare bedroom they used for storage. She had cleaned it out since the last time I saw it with an area about 13 X 15 in the center. I helped her get two tumbling mats from her closet. She said that she used them for workouts and stretching. They looked kinda new to me, but why ask.

She went downstairs to make sure the house was locked up and I changed into my “wrestling gear.” When she returned, her long black hair was up in a ponytail and she looked excited and ready. We were both barefoot to avoid shoe scratches and bruises.

Before starting, she asked, “any rules, requirements?”

I responded, “no, not really, how about no eye gouging?” She agreed and we sarcastically shook hands.

Angela made a comical ding sound and we commenced to circle the mat facing each other. It was then that I realized, I had no plan. Do I lunge for her legs? Do I try for a headlock? Or do I just tackle her to the ground? I grew up watching wrestling, so I’d seen the moves, but I’d never tried them. I was so excited about rolling around the floor with my Amazon sister-n-law, that it never crossed my mind.

It had crossed her mind.

Angela dove for my legs, and to my surprise, brought me down on my ass.

I tried to reach up to grab her but she quickly followed her takedown with a headlock. And it was a tight one. My temples started pounding. I immediately rolled onto my stomach hoping to find a relief from the pain, but she held on tight. As I planned my next move, she hiptossed me back to the mat. OW! Landing hard on your butt once, hurts, twice, it hurts a lot!

Again I stood up looking for an escape. This time, when she tried to hiptoss me, I grabbed her nearest leg, her right one, and lifted it off the mat. She released me and went down face first. My turn.

I pounced on her back and reached below her chin to apply a semi-camel clutch. Her hands came to mine at once. I could feel her feet kicking behind me. I was winning. As I applied slight pressure to her neck, she began sliding her body further under mine. This relieved some of the pressure on her neck but also allowed her to mule kick me in the head with one of her muscular legs. I release d her and rolled off. She also rolled away twisting her neck for relief.

She smiled and said, “So, your gonna play rough huh?”

I replied, “I’m just given what I get.”

“Well” she replied, “why don’t we make it alittle more interesting.” I nodded my interest. “Let’s play wrestle poker. It’s obvious to me that you could have pulled back harder, and I would have had to tap out or something. So from here on out, if you loose a fall, you loose an article of clothing?” She finished with raised eyebrow and a sexy smile.

My mind raced. I get to roll around with my Amazon Sister-n-Law, pin her till she’s naked, watching her strip the whole time. I tried to look calm when I replied, “sure.” But I was already aroused.

After a short rest, we started again. This time I was the aggressive one. I went for her legs, forcing her down backwards. But as she fell she opened her legs, causing my torso to slide between them. When we hit the ground, her thighs locked around my stomach. She’s good, I thought.

We then locked our hands in a strength test. I was winning but she was strong. And her thighs were strong too. The more I pressed her down, the harder she squeezed. My ribs were starting to ache, so I got to my feet with her still around my waist, and her head on the mat. For some reason I lifted her off the mat by our hand clasp, and held her up, allowing her to squeeze even harder around my belly. Once again, I didn’t have a plan. She spread our arms apart, causing her face to come within centimeters and our chests to smash together. If this was a distraction planned by her, it worked. Being close enough to feel her hot breath, took me into a daze. The weight of her body eventually caused me to find a place to fall. I leaned back trying not to crash but another hit to my backside left a bruise. We rolled onto our sides with her still holding me in a scissors lock. I released her hands to try and steady my self, but she was stronger than I’d thought. I turned within her scissors, so that I was facing away from her, trying to break free. Suddenly I felt her manicured hand come over my face. She pinched my nose and covered my mouth in one move. I used my hands to remove hers, but she grabbed one of them and pulled it behind my back. The other was now in a struggle for my air. I freed myself right before I nearly passed out. I gasped for breath as she repositioned herself for another move. I was free on the floor, catching my breath and trying to remember why I started this. Suddenly she leaped into the air behind me, and landed on my back. I was now face down on the mat, with my sister-n-law sitting on my back. She pulled my arms back over her bent knees and secured her hands under my chin. She then used her strength to lean and pull backwards. I was in pain. My first thought was, “well, the worst thing that would happen is that I’d have to take off my shirt.”

She asked, and I gave in for that round.

She never even gave me a chance to sit up. She began pulling my tank top over my head, and throwing it through the doorway. I crawled to a corner, turned and sat for a moment stretching my neck. I quickly thought, “I’d better get a plan if I want to see my sis-n-law naked.”

At the start of the second round, she made the first move. She came straight at me and we locked in a mutual bearhug. I then forced her down onto her back. Once there, arms began flailing and I soon had her hands and shoulders on the floor. She kicked about trying to counter my attempt at a strength pin. But I positioned my body directly over hers, using that advantage. I stretched her arms out, inevitably drawing our faces closer. I strained to pin her while she grunted and grimaced back.

Suddenly, she reached up and kissed me, flat on the mouth. I was once again distracted. A thousand thoughts raced through my head before I realized I wasn’t on top anymore. We were side ways and she was getting to her knees. As I tried to counter she kneed me in the stomach.

“Oh!” was all that came out.

“We said no rules!” was her reply. I tried t breath as she rared back and kneed me again. I got to my knees when she brought both hands down on my back. Again on my stomach. She climbed on my back again but this time, she wrapped her left arm under my chin and grabbed her right elbow along the side of my head placing her palm on my forehead. I didn’t know if she was trying to choke me or give me another headache. I tried to regain my senses for a moment, but the pain in my head was getting unbearable. I slowly got to my knees. Once on all fours, I felt her body stand up from me, but suddenly slam back down on my back. Back to the floor I went with her body still on my back. I slowly tried to get up again, but when I felt her stand up, I moved quicker to get up and I made it but not before she leaped onto my back piggy-back style, still holding my throat in her arm.

My first thought of course was to “get her the hell off!”

I looked for a bare spot on a wall, turned my back and her to the wall, and lunged backwards. Angela’s body softened my pain, but the wall didn’t soften hers. I felt the air rush from her lungs, on the back of my neck, as her arms released my head, and her body slumped against the wall. My weight and the strength of the wall, made her an easy pin, but I owed her. I held her up by her shoulders, set her still, and buried my fist in her belly. Whatever air she had left, was now gone. She fell to the floor, and I covered her and slapped the floor three times.

I wanted to strip something from her, but she was a woman and my sister-n-law, so I waited for her to catch her breath, and her senses.

Minutes later she crawled to a section on the wall where she sat and stared at me. Finally she said, “I didn’t give you a chance to choose which piece to lose, so I’ll let you choose mine. Top or bottoms?”

I confessed that if her top came off now, I would feel awkward wrestling her, being related and all. (Bullshit! I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off her breasts if they were dangling in front of me! I wouldn’t have a chance!)

Angela stood, and pulled her pants down revealing to me that she sun-bathed in the nude! Oh My! She wasn’t shaved but it was obvious she kept herself neatly trimmed. It was also obvious to her that I was staring, a smile grew across her face.

In s sultry voice I’d never heard out of her she said, “Pin me again and you’ll see the rest.”

I was ready. As the third round started, thoughts ran through my head of Angela nude, standing in front of me, covered in sweat, defeated. I then had thoughts of myself standing in front of her, naked and showing the erection I’d been carrying since the first moment I touched her. I had to win.

Angela lifted her hands in a boxers pose, I did the same. For a few moments we traded slaps and side kicks. This was new. Suddenly her kicks grew harder. I blocked a few, but she was quick and practiced. I wasn’t a kickboxer, but I was fit. I tried a kick and contacted her thigh. Knocked her off balance and I saw a weakness. I tried again and found out her weakness was actually mine. She caught my foot under her arm and quickly drove her knee into my thigh. I fell to the mat with her still holding my ankle. She quickly twisted my ankle forcing me to my stomach and tried an ankle-lock. I noticed it quickly and twisted free before any pain could be given. But once my foot was free from her hand, she jumped on me and tried to secure an advantage.

Amidst a tangle of arms and legs, we tied up with her holding my head while I locked around her chest. We both applied pressure trying to shut down the other. I used my size to rollover, putting her on the mat with me on top. I straddled her body while she held my head, and decided the only way out was to fight out. I landed a punch to her lower back causing a grunt from her but no release. I tried again, another grunt, but no release. I went for another point. I reached back and grabbed her ankle, and pulled it as close to her head as possible. She finally released me and fell into a leghold of mine. But she wriggled one ankle free and planted it against my cheek.

We both sat on the mat, trying to think. We got to our feet and circled again. I couldn’t help but glance at her crotch from time to time, distracting myself by imagining her sitting on my face. She took advantage of my weakness.

She leaped at me and landed her heel in my gut. I back pedaled to a wall where she rushed me, and followed it with multiple punches to my stomach. I finally stopped her by reaching out and grabbing her by the throat. She grabbed my hands, strongly, but not enough to force my release. I held her just to get her to stop hitting me. But she hit me once more. She kicked me in the crotch, freeing her from my grasp.

I slumped to the floor holding my groin. For some reason I wasn’t shocked, but I was in pain. While on the floor I was kicked in the chest, in the head, and on the ass. I think the last one was for spite more than hurt. I finally started to move about causing her to get in a fighter stance, but now with a cocky smile on her face.

We faced off again, this time, me trying to protect my crotch but also muscling her around the room. Finally trapping her against a wall, I went back to what worked for me. I punched her in the belly again. Another punch was followed by a knee. Now she was doubled over gasping. A double fisted hammer to her back took her to the mat. I then took a dominant position, sitting on her back and pulled her arms backwards. I felt her feet kicking behind me but I wasn’t going to let her slide and kick me again. After stretching her arms and making them ache. I rolled her over, and lifted her legs slightly spread. As payback, I planted my heel in her naked crotch, not as hard as I could, but enough to hurt.

She grabbed her crotch and started cussing as she rolled around the mat. I put my hands on my knees and took a breather.

Once she finally got to her knees, I slid in behind her and put her in a full-nelson. She began kicking and bucking from the hold, but I held firm. As she kicked, I started lifting her and swinging her around.

I asked her if she wanted to submit. Instead of answering, she called out, “Stacy!”

Suddenly through a bathroom door came a woman I’d never seen before. She was about 5’9”, fit like Angela, but not as tanned, with Auburn hair. She was a looker, quite distracting. But unexpected.

As I held Angela, Stacy rushed behind me and wrapped her left arm around my throat. With her right hand, she reached down my front and grabbed my crotch. This pain caused me to release Angela and fight out of this new attack. But once released, Angela turned and threw a punch to my stomach. Two punches later and I was weaker. Stacy released my scrotum, and slid her hold up to my erection.

“You were right Ang, he’s still stiff!”

I pushed back trying to push Stacy against a wall but as we went back, she sat down to the mat pulling me with her. Once to the mat, she wrapped her legs around my stomach still holding my throat. She released my cock and grabbed my right wrist to pull it behind my back. It was then that Angela informed me as to how the match would end.

“You probably would have made me quit with that last hold, but I prepared for a possible loss. And since I hate losing, I asked Stacy here just in case. And the case presented itself. So, instead of cheating you out of what I know you want……….” She removed her top! “I’ll strip, but only so I can use them to smother you while Stacy keeps you still.”

With that, Angela straddled my sitting body, than slowly sat down, ON MY ERECTION, she moaned and smiled when she landed. She then grabbed my free left hand and gave it to Stacy as she took my head from her. Angela grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her perfect breasts. They were sweaty, firm, round, and smothering. I couldn’t fight with my arms, Stacy had them, and sitting with Angela in my lap, left my feet useless. They told me I only lasted about three minutes before my body went limp.

When I woke, my shorts were around my knees, I was still in the room upstairs, but alone. Beside me was a note. It said:

Sorry you fell asleep before the fun began. And sorry I had to cheat to win. But I’m sure you enjoyed it as much as I. Took Stacy home, and won’t be back for awhile. Lock up when you leave. Love, Sis-N-Law

P.S. I did enjoy pulling down your shorts. But I’m sorry you were out while we had “fun”. Anytime you want a rematch, let us know. Seeya

I found a pen and wrote back. Yeah, I’ll take a rematch, but instead of just you and me, I’ll find a partner and take you both on.

Till then, Love Brother-n-Law

Submitted by B-I-L