Two Sisters Fight Nude

By Damon

Deanna and Micki made it back inside their Massachusetts home following their humiliating backyard defeat at the hands of Nancy and Tina, the brunettes having no doubt headed back to Rhode Island by now. Neither was willing to come right out and say it just then, but both losing sisters felt that the other one had been more than partly responsible for their loss. Deanna especially felt she had been forced to carry the pair too much in their two fights against the brunettes, while Micki had offered token help and ultimately had been KOed in both affairs.

Both waited their turn to shower upstairs, Micki also taking time to wash the peroxide out of her hair in the sink and return her shoulder-length curly locks to their natural brown color, before they toweled off and went to sit naked downstairs in the basement room they shared. Their rollup beds had been folded away and placed against the walls, opening up most of the area, and they sat opposite each other in beanbags.

Neither said a thing at first. They just stared blankly at the floor as each sister replayed their downfall in her mind as the unspoken tension in the room built and built - until Micki finally opened up.

“I can’t believe we lost,” she said simply, rubbing her bare feet against the rug.

Deanna looked up and glared at her younger sibling. “You can’t believe it? If I hadn’t had to carry you these two fights, then maybe we’d have won both times!”

Micki glowered back. “What the hell do you mean?”

“You know what I’m talking about, Micki! Both fights I had to bail you out, and you still went and got knocked out!”

“Are you saying I can’t fight, Deanna?” Micki spat. The tension was almost to the breaking point

“No, but I am saying that you didn’t show it against those two bitches! Face it, I won us the first fight by smothering both of those whores with my boobs - and if I hadn’t gotten so tired rescuing you again in today’s match, we might have won again!” shot back Deanna.

“Yeah? Well, I could still beat YOU, bitch!” thundered Micki, rising to her feet.

“Yeah? Well, PROVE IT!” bellowed Deanna, also getting up.

They circled each other in the small space, hands outstretched in front of them, and each girl looking for an opening in her sister’s naked armor. They stood about 5-5 and 110 pounds each, were long of leg, firm of breast (36C), and pretty of face. Deanna, a shorthaired blonde, was a high school senior, two years older than dark-haired Micki. They had wrestled each other naked before, mostly for fun and exercise. This fight was going to be for real, though, especially with no one else home that day to stop them.

“I’m gonna kick your fat ass!” growled Micki as they pawed and feinted at one another.

“No, I’m gonna knock you out, little sis – you should be used to that!” chided Deanna, hitting where it hurt psychologically.

Micki yelled and they both lunged at one another, hands wrapping up in hair and pulling hard. The sisters stumbled about the room, smashing each other back first into the walls as they fought back and forth, each trying to gain the advantage as their bare feet slipped and scrabbled on the carpeted floor. They soon started banging their crotches together, trying to weaken one another, belting each other between the legs with sledgehammer-like blows as they moaned loudly with each hit. Getting nowhere with their hair-pulling, the two sisters wrapped their arms around each other waists in a mutual bearhug, their firm breasts and

thick nipples squashing together as they tightened their respective holds and began squeezing the life from one another.

They struggled and squeezed in this fashion for the next few moments, canceling each other out at first, until Deanna slowly but surely began to dominate. Feeling her spine cracking, an anguished Micki pushed underneath her sister’s jaw with both hands, trying to push free, only to feel her sibling’s arms tighten about her waist. Growing desperate, Micki looped her arms under Deanna’s to bring them in front of the blonde’s face, and then pressed them down together over her sister’s breathing passages, smothering her.

Deanna tried to maintain her hug and crush the fight from her foe, but her lack of air soon took over, and she was forced to release her younger sister and look for another avenue of attack. Bringing her hands up like twin blades, Deanna chopped them down hard into Micki’s collarbones, evoking a yell from the brunette, and the blonde repeated the move twice more, harder and harder, Micki still yelling, until the hands peeled off and Deanna could breathe again.

Seeing her sister staggering, Deanna continued to chop at away at her opponent’s collarbones, driving Micki ever downwards, until the battered brunette sank to her knees in front of the blonde. Seizing this new opportunity, Deanna grabbed Micki by the hair and shoved her sister forwards into her waiting crotch. The blonde held the brunette’s jaw tight with both hands as she gyrated and grinded wildly, trying to suffocate her sister with her muff, Deanna’s rough lower hair rubbing hard against Micki’s mouth and nose. The blonde was in ecstasy, eyes closed tight and head thrown back, blissfully unaware of what her sister was up to. A mistake.

Feeling herself growing lightheaded as her oxygen was cut off, Micki grabbed her sister by the back of the legs and pulled forward with all her flagging strength, sending Deanna toppling backwards and down towards the floor where she struck the back of her head hard. Both women were now dazed and did not immediately resume hostilities, although Micki managed to recover first. Rising to her feet, she slowly advanced on her fallen sibling, and began to bend over Deanna when suddenly Micki felt bare feet pressing against her stomach and thrusting her away. Deanna looked up to see her sister tumbling backwards, and the blonde smiled wearily as she flipped herself over to stand ready to face a counterattack. The 180-degree tumble, though, left the blonde even more groggy than

before, and she rose to her feet with pain and dizziness, a headache blooming in the back of her skull where she had met the basement floor moments ago.

Disoriented, Deanna didn’t see Micki charging at her until it was too late, the brunette ramming her shoulder into the blonde’s chest and driving them both backwards towards the foot of the stairs. They hit the far wall hard, Deanna taking the brunt of the impact, as Micki followed up with a pair of alternating punches that knocked her sister onto her ass. Still woozy, Deanna grabbed the stairs with one hand and the wall with the other and tried to push up, but only caught a kick in the chest from Micki that floored her again. Slumped against the wall, Deanna could do nothing as her sister knelt down in front of her, seized

the blonde’s throat in her hands, and began to choke her. The rage of fights past came out in the brunette’s hands as Micki squeezed the breath from her older sister, hands working like a garrote, thumbs pressing down hard on Deanna’s windpipe. Deanna just lay there helpless, eyes closed and tongue hanging out, feebly clutching her younger sister’s wrists as Micki throttled her, the brunette slamming the blonde back against the wood-paneled wall as her hands tightened about her older sister’s neck. Micki wished it were Nancy or Tina she was strangling, although she was glad to be socking it to her sibling. Little sister had had enough, and was going to win this time.

Finally, sensing that Deanna had taken enough punishment and was nearly finished – they were still sisters, after all – Micki relaxed her hold and pulled Deanna forwards until she could lay the blonde flat on her back on the floor. Releasing her grip. Micki flattened her own body out on top of her sister’s before pressing her ample breasts down over Deanna’s face and smothering the fight out of her. Micki’s hands were wrapped tight in Deanna’s hair to hold the blonde in place as the brunette mashed her mammaries hard over Deanna’s mouth and nose. A few minutes more of grinding and pumping her flesh against her sister’s countenance, and Micki dismounted her opponent to see that Deanna was truly out cold - the second time today that the blonde had been smothered unconscious, first by

Nancy’s ass, and now by Micki’s breasts.

Smiling confidently as she ran a hand through her dark hair, Micki lightly brushed her sister’s chin with her toes before leaning over and gripping Deanna’s chin with one hand, the blonde still out like a light.

“You’ll remember this one, Deanna, “ she chortled at Deanna’s prone nude form. “You’ll remember that your little sister definitely CAN fight – and that she definitely

BEAT you today!”

END