New Challenge
By Sportster
A field hockey player wants a new toy

It should have been a triumphant day for Melissa Vinson. She had scored three 
goals and assisted on two others, leading her field hockey team to an easy win 
over the top-ranked team in the state. Her final score had broken the team record 
that she had set last year as a freshman, and she still had five games left and 
then the postseason. The team would surely go to number one in the state after 
this game, and she had almost certainly locked up another first team All-State 
selection…probably even an All-American pick.

Still clad in her uniform, Melissa quickly changed out of her cleats into a pair of 
gym shoes and ran over to where her twin brothers were obediently waiting by 
the parking lot. They were each 5'11", about 4 inches taller than her, and had 
dark blond hair, a darker shade than her straw blond hair, but they shared the 
same complexion and facial features. Eric was holding her backpack and Aaron 
her gym bag. She tossed the stick to Aaron, and then jogged off to the car, the 
two boys following. 

She had them well trained…too well trained, perhaps. She missed the "old days", 
when they had shown some spunk and resistance. If one didn't know better, by 
their deference and passivity around her one would have presumed that they 
were the sophomores and she the senior, instead of the other way around. It was 
a satisfying feeling for Melissa, but not as exciting as it had been in the old days. 

Getting to the jeep first, she waited for her panting older brothers to catch up. 
"Keys," she demanded, and Aaron quickly pulled them out of his pocket and 
handed them over to her. She climbed into the front seat, and the two boys got 
into the back. She pulled away in a blaze of rubber, blasting the music on the 
radio.

As she drove through the streets of their suburban town, Melissa looked back at 
her older twin brothers and reflected on their relationship. As long as she could 
remember, she had been tougher than her older brothers and been able to boss 
either one of them around – a tendency that her mother had encouraged. She 
couldn't even remember the first time that she had been able to beat up one of 
them…but it had always been a challenge, and the two of them together had 
been able to take her for many years. Then she had celebrated her eleventh 
birthday by, for the first time, taking on and defeating them together – she still 
remembered the satisfaction of sitting on top of the two crying 13 year old boys, 
as her mother and baby sister cheered. Even then, however, she had to work for 
victory. 

Now it was no challenge, she reflected bitterly as she pulled into the driveway. 
No boys at school were, of course, but the problem was that her brothers no 
longer fought back. Without any resistance, there was no point in it. 

Melissa hopped out of the jeep and quickly walked into the house, the two boys 
following her with her bags as well as their own. Mom was in the kitchen, leaning 
against the counter and drinking a bottle of water, clearly cooling down after a 
hard workout. Alan, her newest boyfriend, was kneeling at her feet. He was 
dressed only in tight bikini briefs, and was softly kissing her powerful calves. 

Melissa thought Alan was one of the cutest of mom's boyfriends in a while…fresh 
out of college, a soccer player with a gorgeous body. She wondered how long 
she would keep him. Ordinarily, she would have found this sight amusing, but 
she had seen it so many times before. 

At that moment Kim, her 13-year-old sister, bounced into the kitchen. "Can I play 
with Aaron today?" she asked. 


"Wait a minute, dear," said their mother. "We haven't asked Melissa how the 
game went."

"It was fine. We won," she replied.

"Did you break the record?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Her mom frowned. She stepped forward, trapped the head of her young 
boyfriend between her calves, and said, "Well, you should feel happy about that."

"Yeah, I do," Melissa replied. She looked at Alan, squirming around and trying to 
free himself from the middle-aged vise around head. 

"Wow, that's great," said Kim, "I can't wait to break your record myself! Now, let's 
go, Aaron." She grabbed her older brother by the arm and dragged her out of the 
room. 

Melissa sat down on a kitchen chair, and her mom joined her. Alan followed her 
on his hands and knees, and the older woman grabbed his neck and forced him 
to the ground, where he resumed kissing her powerful legs. For her part, Melissa 
pulled her remaining brother Eric over and tossed him face down over her lap. 
Instinctively she pulled down his shorts and tightly gripped his buttocks, at the 
same time pressing him down against her powerful, bare legs, revealed as her 
field hockey skirt inched up her thighs. It wasn't that she had any indecent 
thoughts about her brother, but she wouldn't let him date…and had to keep him 
under her control.

"What's the matter, dear?" her mother asked her.

"Well, it's just not as fun anymore. I mean, beating up Aaron and Eric is too 
easy…even Kim is doing that now." As if to confirm her words, a masculine howl 
came from the back of the house, followed by a feminine "Get up, wimpy!"

Mom smiled. "Well, what about some of the other boys at school?" 

"Come on, mom," Melissa replied. "I mean, as an eighth-grader I beat up every 
member of the high school football team…you know Brian Sanders, the big kid 
who won the state wrestling championship last year? Well, I won his trophy from 
him this fall, and he's buying me lunch every Tuesday now."

"Well, that's wonderful, darling," mom responded.

"Yeah, I know, but what now?" Melissa said, gripping her older brother tighter 
and ignoring his whimpers.

"I'm sure you'll think of something new," Mom replied. "Why don't you go up and 
take a long shower."

"OK," grumbled Melissa, and she stood up. With one hand she grabbed her older 
brother and lifted him onto her hip, and started walking to the stairwell. To the 
side she could see Kim, with her boxing gloves on, pounding on Aaron in the 
gym room…the older boy was covering up and trying to backpedal, but Kim had 
him pinned in a corner and was not letting up. Kim could be even more ferocious 
than she herself…she noticed Eric was trembling, and guessed that he had 
received similar treatment from the "baby of the house" yesterday. 

Upstairs, she sat on the bed. Eric was kneeling, waiting for the command to start 
taking off her uniform. Melissa was looking out the window, and saw the two men 
across the street. They were college kids, athletes by the look of them, and had 
moved into the rental unit that her mom owned about a week ago. Class was 
starting next Monday, and it looked like they were there for preseason training. 
College guys, she thought to herself. Hmm…

She ran downstairs. "Mom, I'll be back later tonight!" 

Her mother smiled. She had "met" her first college jock when she was about 
Melissa's age, the football quarterback. She had hoped that Melissa would think 
of this herself, without any prompting, and was glad that she had. Happily she 
picked up her young boyfriend, tossed him over one shoulder, and headed up to 
the shower.


* * * * * *

"Hi, I'm Melissa!" she said as the door opened. A six-foot one man with a blond 
crew cut stood there, mouth agape as he stared at her. "My mom owns this 
house!" she followed up as she entered the front hallway.

"Oh, um, glad to meet you. My name's Kevin Wilkinson," he said, offering her 
hand. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with the college logo printed on it, and green 
lacrosse-style shorts. 

Melissa smiled as she gripped his hand and shook it firmly…but not too firmly. 
After all, she didn't want to scare him yet. "So, are you on a sports team or 
something?"

"Um, yeah, I'm captain of the soccer team this year. So's my roommate, Jason."


"Cool! Are you guys any good? I play field hockey." Melissa smiled and twirled 
around in a circle. She knew she had good legs; sure enough, when she turned 
around the older boy was gaping at them. There was a silent pause, then a "Hey, 
who's the babe?" from behind.

Spinning again, Melissa turned and responded, "Melissa, and you must be 
Jason." This guy was even hotter than his friend – about six foot even, but with a 
golden complexion and somewhat slanted eyes that made him look part Chinese. 

"Um, Jason, this is Melissa, Melissa VINSON, Mrs. Vinson's daughter…"

A blush colored Jason's face. "Whoops! Jeez, I'm sorry Melissa, I didn't mean 
that, I …"

She smiled. "That's OK. Us high school sophomores like it when college boys 

like us." He turned even redder. "So, you think I'm a 'babe'?"

"Well…"

"Tell you what, I promise I won't tell my mom – if you'll arm wrestle with me."

Jason grinned. "Sure, little girl." He sat down at the big dining table in the living 
room and put his hand up. "Let's get it on!"

Melissa sat, facing him, and grabbed his hand. Kevin sat next to them, with a 
smile on his face as big as Jason's. Clearly the two college jocks were enjoying 
the flirtation with a younger girl. 

The grin on Jason's face started to fade as Melissa tightened her grip. He began 
exerting himself, trying to match her. She giggled and brushed her hair back, as 
Jason began grunting. "Come on, whenever you're ready."

A puzzled look crossed Kevin's face. "Hey, what's going on, Jason? Oh my god – 
this chick is beating you! She's kicking your ass!"

Melissa reached out with her other hand and grabbed hold of Kevin, pulling his 
arm up into the arm wrestling position. She began squeezing, and the sneer on 
Kevin's face was replaced by shock.

Now both boys were pushing themselves, and sweat was starting to bead on 
their faces. Melissa, on the other hand, was smiling and fresh-faced. "Boo-ring. 
Why don't you try two hands?"

First Kevin, and then Jason, followed her suggestions. Melissa felt herself having 
to put some effort into holding them in neutral, but let the two soccer players 
waste their energy for another minute. Then she slammed their hands to the 
table, stood up, and dragged them to the floor. 

She looked down at the two boys, both on their knees at her feet. She kept hold 
of their hands, and as the taller blond started to stand up she squeezed tightly. 
He went back down to his knees, a whimper coming from his lips. "Good boy!" 
she said cheerfully.  

"Please, Melissa" sobbed the shorter boy, Jason. "You're hurting my hand!"

"Duh!" she said. "Now come on!" She pulled the two boys up and grabbed them 
both in headlocks. She headed downstairs to the basement, pulling the college 
boys with her. As she knew, the basement was empty but carpeted – just perfect.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she pushed the boys forward. They rolled onto 
the ground and fearfully looked up at her. Melissa knew the effect she must be 
having on them, and the shock that must be running through their minds. She 
was sure she would love beating up boys even if she was ugly, but she also 
knew that she was a babe, and how that affected the emotions of boys when she 
was playing with them.

"OK, boys, let's see what you got."

Slowly, cautiously, the two college men stood up. They looked at each other, and 
then at the small blond girl, over nearly half a foot smaller than them, leaning 
back against the wall, her ankles crossed. Then they charged.

And then the beating began. A roundhouse kick slammed into Jason's face, 
knocking him into Kevin. The two fell to the ground, and Melissa dashed up to 
them. She pulled Kevin up with her left hand, and then slammed her right fist into 
his stomach. Gasping, he tried to fall to the floor, but Melissa kept him up and 
slammed him against the wall. Jason was up by now, but a sidekick to the guy 
sent him back down again. Still holding onto Kevin's neck, she slammed him 
three more times into the wall and then let him slump down.

Jason was getting to his knees now. Melissa walked up to him and caught his 
head in her powerful calves. Jason screamed as he felt the vice around his head, 
and Melissa reached down and grabbed him around the waist. Lifting him up, she 
skipped over to Kevin and dumped him on the floor next to him. 

For the next five minutes Melissa tossed the two boys around the room. At times 
she worked on both of them together, and at other times she would hold one 
tightly between her legs or in one arm while slapping the other boy around the 
room. All the time she was giggling and smiling, teasing the two older, bigger 
men.

Finally she had enough. The two boys were lying on their backs, weeping, side-
by-side. Melissa tightened her ponytail, tucked her blouse back into her uniform 
skirt, and tied one shoe. She then straddled both men and grabbed their chins.


"So, who's the boss now, boys?" 

"You are, Melissa," sobbed Kevin.

Jason only nodded. "Say it!" she commanded, and Jason echoed his roommate.

"Great! We're going to have lots of fun together!" she said. "I've got a game this 
weekend, and I expect you both to be at the field to cheer me on. I'll come by 
tomorrow after practice – be here ready for me at 5:15 sharp!" 

Standing up, she grabbed the two young men by their crotches and pulled them 
upstairs. She grabbed a phone and called across the street. "Erin, come over 
here with the camera, will you?" After hanging up, she turned to Jason and Brian, 
who were both trying to hide in a corner. "My baby sister's going to love you too!"

* * * * * * 

Mrs. Vinson looked out her window and saw her younger daughter running 
across the street, Mavica in hand. She could hear the whimpering of both her 
boys down the stairs – Erin had made Eric join her after getting bored with Aaron. 
Behind her, her boyfriend Alan was cowering at the side of the bed, waiting for 
her command. She had no regrets about making him recommend the house to 
his teammates – anything to make her daughters happy. Now all was right in the 
world.