Sister's Keeper
by Damon

As her throat was mercilessly squeezed by powerful, ruthless female hands, Kathleen wondered why she had bothered to respond to the note at all ...

A small scrap of ivory paper had been stuffed into Kathleen’s mailbox at home, just a handful of words scrawled across the parchment-like surface.

"It’s time to fight, bitch. Come to my place tonight - alone - or be called a f-cking coward at work when I tell some of the other women in our office you backed down!” J.

Kathleen immediately knew it came from her redheaded rival Jennifer, and her blood began to boil within. The brunette hated the redhead more than anyone in the world, and had been fighting her physically for years. Jenn was the greatest rival Kathleen had ever known, and Kathleen knew she couldn't pass up a chance to fight her hated foe, especially not if she was going to blab their catfight secret to all the other office women.

But why now? Kathleen thought. We’ve been fighting each other a long time while working at the same place, and we’ve both done our best to keep it between the two of us. Why would she want to blow all of that now and maybe get us both fired?

She’s probably just itching for a bout and couldn’t think up any other way to goad me, thought Kathleen. That’s just fine by me. I haven’t kicked her fat white ass in a while, so it’ll be a pleasure to do it again. Good thing I had nothing planned tonight.

Kathleen made the short drive over to Jenn’s one-story house, a small suburban home on the edge of a cul-de-sac. She parked her car across the street and then headed to the back yard where the sliding glass doors were situated. She reached out and pushed one open gingerly, not wanting to attract undue attention but knowing that Jenn just had to be waiting inside. Kath closed the door behind her and walked through the kitchen, but no one was there. There were no signs of human life at all, with oak drawers and cupboards all closed up. Newspapers were neatly stacked on the kitchen table, atop of which was a folded note card that bore the name ”Kathleen” on the cover.

A sour look crossed Kathleen’s face as she reached out for the card. Why all the games, she wondered. The brunette looked into adjoining the living room, but that was barren, too. Why didn’t she just meet me in there and get down to business? She looked down at the card and opened the flap.

“Come downstairs and strip, slut, and then we’ll settle our score.”

The basement entrance was at the far end of the kitchen and to the right side, and Kathleen quickly made her way across the gold linoleum and to the black paneled door. She reached out tentatively, wondering if Jenn was just waiting on the staircase behind to attack her, but she went ahead and pulled the doorknob anyway.

Nothing and no one was there. The brunette made her way down the stairs and came to the main part of the basement, which a large open area with gray carpeting and white walls. A small bed was set off to the side in an alcove, which was ringed above on its three sides with bare wooden shelves.

Kathleen looked around, saw no signs of Jennifer, and proceeded to disrobe. White sneakers went first, followed by jeans shorts, and a white halter top. No bra or panties fell to the floor, as Kathleen knew she wouldn’t need those items and didn’t even bother wearing them. Her encounters with Jennifer had almost always been fully nude fights, with the occasional bikini brawl thrown in, and they had always fought one another barefoot. Kathleen looked around again nervously and crossed her arms across her ample bare chest, shivering slightly in the sterile, air-conditioned atmosphere. Finally she could stand the waiting no longer.

“Jennifer?” she called out. There was no response to her query. There was no door to her right, just one at the far end of the wall on the left, with a wooden door slightly ajar. Kathleen began striding over to it, wondering if Jenn was even here, and the thought of being fooled just made her madder. She gritted her teeth, her jaw pulsating with anger.

“Let’s stop fucking around and do this, bitch!” she snarled as she reached the door.

“In here,” came a youthful female voice – one that Kathleen didn’t recognize.

Kathleen gingerly opened the door with her fingertips, pushing it gently to the side until it sat in place. She looked ahead into the dim recesses of the small room in front of her, and saw several empty cardboard boxes strewn off to the sides and a large drafting table sitting in the middle of the white-walled space. In front of the table was a metallic bar stool, likely made of aluminum and padded material. And sitting on that stool, with her back turned to Kathleen, was a completely naked woman.

"Who the hell are you?" intoned Kathleen, both mystified and angry, especially since the woman in front of her had long straight brown hair cascading down her bare back, and for a minute the brown-haired Kathleen wondered angrily if Jennifer had dyed her hair to ridicule her long-time rival.

For a moment the woman sat there motionless, as if she hadn't heard the newcomer; but then Kathleen's questions were answered as the woman turned slowly in place to face the new arrival - and it was someone that Kathleen had never seen before in her life.
The woman was about her age, very pretty, if a touch on the slender side like Kathleen herself. Her nose was a bit prominent, her cheeks a tad high, her dancing brown eyes and thin pursed lips both mischievous. Her breasts were ample, firm and round with small pointed nipples hardened by the slightly chill air of the basement. Her arms were slender but belied a strong hint of muscle, and her hands were delicate but strong-looking, too, with long, manicured fingers. Her waist was trim and her stomach smooth, her thighs strong-looking and her calves perfectly tapered right down to her pedicured feet. She sat back a bit, briefly exposing her furry brown crotch before she crossed her long right leg over her left, and smiled at her guest.

"Hello, Kathleen," she said as she leaned back, hands gripping the bottom of the seat behind her as her soft breasts jutted forward and jiggled ever so slightly.

"Sorry if you were expecting Jennifer, but the note did just say 'J' on it. I'm Jenn's younger sister, Julie - but everyone calls me Jules."

Kathleen scowled, not caring what Julie or Jules or whoever the hell she was thought about it. The guest rested her hands on her hips and glared at her hostess, feeling as though she had been had, but not completely sure of it.

"And why the hell did you bring me here?" asked Kathleen pointedly, though deep inside her she was pretty sure she knew why she had been summoned to this house, this place and point.

And Julie smiled, a mocking, leering, almost evil grin as her eyes began to flare excitedly.

"Why, to beat the living hell out of you," grinned Julie malevolently. She began rising up in the chair, bare feet braced against the circular foothold near its stem.

"I know all about you and Jenn and your little rivalry," chided Jules. "And I thought, why should my big sister have all the fun?"

Kathleen took a step back and crouched down, feeling Julie was preparing to spring - which she did, propelling herself forward faster than Kathleen could react, hands grasping Kathleen's shoulders as the two women tumbled back through the open doorway behind them. Kathleen landed on the bottom of the two-girl pile-up with a muted thud on the carpeted basement floor, the brunette groaning upon impact as she lay there stunned while her opponent acted.

Julie quickly rose up on her knees and shins and straddled Kathleen at the waist before reaching down with both hands to fasten them about Kathleen's neck and begin squeezing. Fingers adhered themselves onto the soft, smooth skin lining the back of Kathleen's neck, while the attacker’s clawed thumbs pressed down hard into the victim’s soft, yielding throat and began to strangle her.

Kathleen gasped in shock and surprise as her breath was suddenly cut off, and she squeezed her own hands about her attacker's wrists in a desperate attempt to escape as Julie leered at her prey from above and continued to choke the life from her. Her curly brown hair was splayed about her head as she lay on the floor and continued to be strangled by Julie, the sister of Kathleen's long-time rival Jennifer.

Julie had surreptitiously posed as her sibling and invited Kathleen over to Jennifer's home to attack the other brunette whom her sister had been physically and savagely fighting for years. Kathleen writhed in her tormentor's grasp, Julie's thumbs pressing harder into Kathleen's windpipe and causing her to gag as Kath tugged at Julie's wrists with both hands to no avail. Julie gazed down excitedly at her victim, tightening her hands about her sister's rival's throat, reveling in Kathleen's coughs and gasps as she began to pull Kathleen up the neck and then slam her back down to the carpet, continuing to brutally throttle her newfound enemy all the while.

"Jenn told me you didn't like being choked," chided Julie as she continued to squeeze with all her strength, intensifying Kathleen's agony. "If I knew this was going to be so much fun, sweetheart, I would have strangled you a lot sooner!"

Jules licked her lips and then stabbed her thumbs deeper into Kathleen's throat as she leaned back herself, Jule's ample breasts shaking with each squeeze of her incredibly powerful hands.

God, she's strong, maybe even stronger than Jenn, Kathleen thought hazily to herself, as her throat grew dry and her vision blurred before her, lungs feeling as though they would burst and hands unable to pull Julie's fingers free from her neck. Kathleen had always marveled at the strength in Jennifer's slender hands, and now she knew that Jenn's sister was no different. In the dim, dying recesses of her mind Kathleen recalled that it had been a long time since she had fought another brunette …

Years before she had met Jennifer, Kathleen had had another, just-as-fierce rivalry with a smaller brunette named Tara, who despite her shorter size had nearly squeezed the life from Kathleen by strangling her with bare hands, only to have Kathleen break free and then beat Tara to within an inch of her life. The memories of that long-ago triumph suddenly began to fuel Kathleen's anger, and her desire to fight back.

That whore didn't finish me off, and neither will this bitch, she thought to herself. Kath forced herself to concentrate through the miasma of images floating about her mind and focused on her attacker's face, which Julie had lowered again to leer into her victim's countenance to admire her handiwork.

Jules was surprised to all of a sudden see Kathleen snarling up at her, and was completely stunned when Kathleen reached up and grabbed her foe's face with both hands, even as Jule's hands continued to crush Kathleen's neck. The brunette on the bottom locked her left hand onto Julie's chin, and then she plastered the palm of her right hand atop Julie's head before beginning to twist Julie's head to the left, as hard as she could.

"Agghhh!" cried Jules as she felt her neck breaking, the strength in Kathleen's hands unbelievable. Jules tried to maintain her two-handed stranglehold, feeling she just needed another minute or so of constant pressure to extinguish Kathleen's life, but the agony coursing through her neck was absolutely excruciating. Jules could feel bones grinding against one another as Kathleen ignored her lack of breath and began twisting her opponent's head, a little to the right and then further and further to the left, awaiting the dry, hard snap that would signal a broken spine.

Fear filled Julie's face and her guts turned to ice as she pulled her right hand off of Kathleen's throat, balled it into a bony fist, and then pounded it right into Kathleen's open mouth. Kathleen grunted with the impact, as her reddened face began to lighten as air slipped back into her lungs, but she ignored that initial blow and continued to wring Julie's neck, steely fingers sinking deeper into Julie's face. The other woman cried out before landing three more solid strikes to her tormentor's lips, her own head still being twisted horribly and unnaturally as Jules felt her neck was on the verge of actually breaking ...

.. and then suddenly she was free as Kathleen relinquished her hold, a slight trace of blood began to trickle from Kath’s lower lip. Her breath also came back fully as Julie released her left hand from Kathleen's windpipe and fell back to begin assuaging her own injury, slowly turning her head from right to left and gingerly attempting to massage away the soreness she felt.

Kathleen coughed as she clutched her own throat with both hands, kneading out the agony where Julie's hands had nearly done her in. Both women lay flat on their backs parallel to one another, four long legs stretched out but not touching, and it took many minutes of recovery before the two combatants were able to rise to their knees and face one another again.

"F-cking bitch," mouthed Julie as she braced her hands behind her and pushed herself up from her shins. "You'll pay for that!"

"F-cking whore," snapped Kathleen as she sat up and smoothly swung her legs around and underneath her. "Just like your f-cking piece-of-shit sister!"

"No, I’m not just like Jenn, you f-cking slut!" retorted Julie sharply, an almost feral anger now gleaming in her gorgeous eyes. "She never finished you off, but I won't go so easy on you!"

She lunged at Kathleen, eager hands outstretched to strangle the other brunette once more; but Kathleen leaned back just slightly and caught Julie by the wrists. The two women then pushed and pulled and twisted against one another until their fingers were locked in a test of raw naked feminine might, but neither five-foot-seven beauty could wrestle the other to the floor. They continued to strain and struggle against one another, their soft, milky white breasts and hard, fleshy brown nipples squashing together and increasing their ecstasy until they finally wrapped their long, slender arms about one another and began squeezing each other in a mutual, sensual bearhug.

Kathleen and Jules strained against one another, each woman squeezing the life from the other as they wrapped their arms tighter and tighter about each other's upper body, both trying to crush one another in their communal grasp.

They spat curses at one another as they continued to struggle, each woman's strength canceling the other's out as they continued squeezing one another in a stalemate. Breath hissed from between clenched square rows of perfect white teeth, and silvery sweat began to bead down their shapely naked forms as the two women fought fiercely, trying to throw one another to the floor, and failing as they continued to cancel one another out, slender arms winding tighter and tighter about one another until they could squeeze no more. Suddenly Kathleen pressed her head down and forward, as best she could against her foe's upper body, sliding her face down Julie's neck until she could bring her teeth to bare upon her newfound enemy's collarbone. Kath closed her jaws together, right on the bone as she sank her teeth in as far as she could.

Julie howled, as shocked by the manner of the attack as by the sting of this newfound agony, like white-hot needles trying to pierce her creamy flesh.

"You fucking bitch!" cried Julie as she unwrapped her arms from about Kathleen's torso and began pulling at her opponent's glossy brown mane. "You fucking bitch!"

Kathleen tried her best to ignore the agony in her scalp as Julie tried to pull her tormentor's dark locks from her roots; but Jules was yanking like mad and Kathleen knew she couldn't hold on much longer. Her arms still wrapped tight about her adversary, Kath bit down as hard as she could one last time before pulling up and beginning to wail in her own agony. She reached up to entangle her own fingers in Julie's dark, straight hair and started pulling downwards, causing Julie to cry out as well. The other brunette’s collarbone blazed with pain and began to display a purplish ring where Kathleen's jaws had closed, though not hard enough to break the skin in such a limited amount of time.

The two battling naked brunettes pulled and twisted and tore at one another's hair, their screams intermingling in the stale basement air as they became embroiled in yet another stalemate until Kathleen relinquished her hold and bashed Julie in the face with both fists at the same time. Julie was staggered, her grip on Kathleen's hair softened but not broken, and Kathleen belted her enemy twice more with both fists to the cheekbones, leaving a stunned Julie just swaying there on her knees. Kathleen then pulled Julie's hands loose from her own hair before she cupping her hands together and welded them over her dazed opponent's mouth. She then forced Jules down onto the carpeted floor where she came to rest on her back, with Kathleen straddling her.

Still stunned by Kathleen's rapid succession of punishing blows, Julie offered no resistance as Kathleen hand-smothered her foe for the next few moments, Kathleen grinning wickedly as she stared down at her victim, who offered only a token trace of fighting back before Kathleen reached lower and squeezed her hands hard about Julie's slender neck. Julie gasped and grasped Kathleen's wrists as Kathleen began to throttle her, thumbs pressing deep into Julie's windpipe as she lay there gagging in contrast to Kathleen's devilish grin.

"My turn, as-hole!" snarled Kathleen as she paid Julie back for strangling her at the start of their fight. Julie writhed and twisted beneath Kathleen, trying to escape, but Kathleen only pinned her enemy down and squeezed harder with both hands. Julie began gagging, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she suffered in Kathleen's stranglehold. She struggled against her attacker, groping at Kathleen's face and hands only to continue to fail, the earlier blows to Julie's face having taken their toll on her stamina as she contemplated the end, her long legs kicking out spastically as she was mercilessly strangled. Kathleen grinned wickedly, brown eyes dancing and alabaster teeth clenched tight as she watched her thumbs press deeper and deeper into Jules' windpipe, strong hands squeezing the very life out of the other brunette.

So intent was Kathleen upon further tightening those hands about Julie's throat and choking her new enemy lifeless that she had absolutely no idea someone else was coming up behind her - not until a bare foot made swift, savage contact with her ribs. Kathleen was stunned at the unexpected assault, and groaned in pain as she held on to her victim and turned to face her tormentor, only to receive a second, even harder kick, this one to the side of her head, that knocked her clean off of Julie and sent her sprawling.

"OK, slut, you can stop strangling my sister and try your luck with me!"

Kathleen didn’t need to look up to recognize the issuer of the threat, but she did just the same as she tried to shake the ringing out of her head.

And there in all her nude glory with fiery hair spilling over her shoulders, hands stationed defiantly on her broad hips and ample breasts projecting forward was Kathleen's long-time red-headed rival Jennifer, who looked most displeased ...

THE END – FOR NOW