Little Sis Gets Even
by ma_adams
Cammi evens the score with Jason using her TKD skills


Jason had just started his shift at Arby's when he noticed her walk in. A
super hot Filipino chick, probably 16 or so, in a workout outfit. About 5'4,
she had great tan, firm legs, nice firm round tits that the outfit made not
attempt to hide. When he finally made his way up to her face, he was not
disappointed. She had thin, sweet looking lips and beautiful brown eyes.

Wait a minute, he thought. He had seen this girl before. When she walked up to
the register and asked for him, he was quickly racking his brain to remember
where he might have met her. Ron was working the register, or more correctly
drooling on himself at the sight of this beauty, when he turned and shouted
out to Jason to come to the front. Jason checked himself in the mirror in the
manager's office, and confidently strode out front. Ron was giving him that
look like "You lucky bastard".

Jason was 21, at home for the summer before his senior year, and loving the
single life. He got more girls than anyone he knew and certainly more than
anyone at Arby's. He was good looking, about 6'1" and 175 mucsular pounds. He
had a good rap with the ladies, knowing that he came off as a little bit
arrogant, but knowing that they liked that for the most part.

Had he fucked this girl before? He was sure he would have remembered that no
matter how drunk he might have been. She had one of the best bodies he had
ever laid eyes on, and while he was sure he hadn't fucked her, he was sure
that he was going to.

He gave Ron a "luck has nothing to do with it and by the way get lost" look as
he walked by. Ron managed to prop his eyes back into his head long enough to
get the message and headed for the back.

"Hello, I'm Jason. Do I know you?"

"No, not really" the gorgeous chick said. "I'm Cammi, Samantha's sister".

Samantha...Samantha..Jason was racking his brain to try to place a Samanta but
couldn't remember any Samantha.

"Samantha Marcial, from USF? Maybe you know her as Sam".

SAM! That is where he recognized her. Sam was this girl that he met at a mixer
with a sorority at USF last spring. She was a cutie, but no where near as hot
as her sister here. Jason had hooked up with her after a mixer, went on one
date with her, and fucked her brains out that same night. He never called her
after that and was starting to wonder what her sister was doing her. Was she
pregnant? Surely she wouldn't send her sister to tell him something like that.
Besies, he has used protection during their all night fuckfest. She was pretty
good in the sack, but got a little clingy in the morning. He meant to call her
again, but just got wrapped up in other chicks. As he recalled, it had been a
little over a month ago.

"Oh, right. Sam! How is she doing? Still studying biology?" He said proudly,
finally making the conenction.

"Actually, its chemistry. And yes, she's fine, but you left her a little down
in the dumps. Can I talk with you for a few minutes?" She said sweetly.

Cammi had a slightly high pitched voice, but not the annoying kind, the hot
little sex kitten kind. So he dumped her sister, and now she was here to bend
his ear about it. Well, if it gave him a chance to get somewhere with this
one, that was fine with him.

"I'm sorry to hear that - sure, let's grab a booth." He said, as he cooly
hopped over the counter.

"Wow, you ARE athletic" Cammi said admiringly. The emphasis on ARE indicated
to him that Sam had shared this fact with her, probably over a pint of Haagen
Das while she cried her eyes out. He knew that he should feel bad about it,
but for now he couldn't take his eyes of Cammi.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked as he pointed out a booth for them
to sit at. She turned around to head toward the booth and for the first time
he got a look at her mind-boggling ass. It was immediately the best ass he had
ever laid eyes on and he felt an urge in his loins at the sight of it. He
heard Ron and the guys reaction from the back - a muted "Damn!" and the sound
of what must have been a high five. Cammi must have heard this too as she
looked back at him and smiled. "Yes, water would be great, thanks."

Jason poured himself a drink from the fountain and grabbed a water for her and
two straws. He slid into the booth opposite Cammi, who was sitting in a
kneeling fashion with her legs underneath her rather than under the table. She
slipped her straw into the drink and slyly wrapped her lips around the straw,
bringing her eyes up to meet him as he started talking.

"So, what has your sister so upset that you showed up here?". As he gazed down
at here, he couldn't help but notice the nice cleavage showing under her gym
top. She had amazingly round and perky breasts that were stretching every last
inch out of the Everlast logo.

Before she could answer his question, her drink top popped loose, causing her
to drop the straw from her mouth and spray water down her chin and onto the
table.

"Mmmmph!" she blurted out as she pulled back, drying to stop the dribbling
down her chin. She ran her sweet looking tongue around her lips to catch
whatever she could. Man, was this chick a super prick tease or what! Jason
began to think about the lesson he hoped to teach her about being a tease as
he looked around for a napkin. There were none at the booth they were sitting
at - lazy-ass James was supposed to make sure each table had them - so he
looked around at the adjoining booths.

"I got it" she said, and turned around and leaned over the seat to the next
booth.

This girl had to be the biggest tease he had ever seen! She was bent fully
over the boot cushion, and Jason had a front row seat view of her splendid
ass, cocked right in front of him like a loaded gun. She was straining,
reaching further and taking napkins one at a time, all the while here sweet
little silk pink thong becoming more and more exposed as she reached. Before
she turned around after what seemed like an hour, half of her thong was
sticking out above her booty-short type gym shorts, and Jason had a rock-hard
erection.

He was not the only one to notice, of course, as the peanut gallery in the
back of Ron and James were acting like 7th graders who had just been handed
their first Playboy. Woos, pounding of the counter and mumbled, excited
commentary were pouring out of the back as the strained to catch a glimpse of
what would be the highlight of their pathetic sexual encounters for years to
come.

He was somewhat embarassed by this as she turned around. "Children" he
explained. "It's not every day that we have a guest as beautiful as you, so
you'll have to excuse them." He was sorry after he said it - it sounded like
such a come-on, and he knew that he would have to be less direct because of
the sister issue. This wasn't the kind of girl that you acted like a player
with, he sensed. She knew she was hot and he was 90% sure she was a complete
tease anyway.

"Well, thank you" she said, looking at the tabletop. He couldn't tell if she
was embarassed, offended or flattered as she wiped her chin and upper chest
with the napkins. She looked up at him, glanced over at the peanut gallery,
glanced back and asked "Can we go outside to talk? This is kind of personal."

He was relieved to hear her say that. He had no interest in putting on anymore
of a show than she did. Then he remembered the gigantic boner that he
currently had, it was going to be difficult to conceal or even walk in his
current condition. Still, he didn't want to give little Miss Prick Tease 2000
the joy of seeing it.

"Sure, whatever you want." he said, motioning her towards the front door. He
waited for her to slide out of the booth, trying his hardest not to look at
her from behind as she did. As he stood up, he pushed his penis down as much
as he could, repositioning it from its 90 degree vertial position to more of a
45 degree angle, which was the best he could do. As they exited, she slyly
looked back at him and her eyes drifted down to the enlargement. She coyly
looked away as she turned back around, but he could see the glib smile on her
face as she tossed her head back and stroked her hair. Damn, he wished he had
better self control. Still, what the hell did she expect with her freakin'
thong hanging out of her shorts? Even as she strolled out, she made no attempt
to conceal it as the straps rose well above her shorts and the back of the
thong was a perfect little diamond pointing in the direction of that slowly
undulating, firm ass.

He managed to get his erection under control by the time they arrived at her
car, a sporty little hatchback Toyota Supra. She leaned up against it with one
foot propped up against it as she crossed here arms over her chest.

"I'll get right to the point so I don't have to waste any more of your time."
She stated very confidently. Her tone had changed from sex kitten to demanding
woman, and he was starting to like her less and less. Although she still had
him mesmerized with the body and eyes.

"I don't appreciate what you did to my big sister. She isn't some skank ho,
you know. I guess you and your boys think its pretty cool to fuck some girl
and talk about her to all of your friends, but my sister doesn't have sex with
just anyone. I can see that she made a mistake with you".

Man was she getting aggressive. He immediately felt angered by her comments,
but selfishly started thinking about how he could fuck this one too, just to
put her in her pretty little place. He knew that little teases like her
usually like guys with a lot of confidence. He decided that the arrogant jerk
role was the appropriate one to take with this little hottie - not too big of
a stretch for himself either, he admitted.

"Look" he deadpanned, looking her straight in the tits. "I'm sorry if I hurt
your sister's feelings. But it's not like you think it is. She wanted me as
bad as I wanted her, and if I'm not mistaken, she got her rocks off just as
much as I did that night. She's a big girl, and shouldn't have to get her
widdle sister to come stand up for her." He realized the "widdle" part was
pretty condescending, but definately put the girl in her place. Hell, she
couldn't have been more than 16, and here she was standing up for her big
sister in college.

"If by "getting her rocks off", you mean faking an orgasm for your benefit,
then I guess that means you faked too, huh? And no, she doesn't know that I am
here, I came down here to talk with you, but I can see that you're just as
much of an asshole as I thought. So, my advice to you is to grow up and keep
your mouth shut next time you get lucky."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Faked an orgasm, grow up - what a
little snot-nosed bitch.

"I doubt that, very seriously." He stammered, meaning the part about her
faking an orgasm. "Who does she think I talked to?"

"Who didn't you talk to? Everyone in her sorority knows about it, and everyone
in your fraternity, according to her. That's so childish."

"You better watch who you are calling childish and an asshole, girl." He said,
his voice rising. "Some men are not gentleman about being called names"

"Some men are not gentelmen period." She shot back. "And what are you going to
do about it - hit a girl like the jerk that you are?"

Unbelievable. Now she was accusing him of being capable of hitting a woman.
"The idea is starting to appeal to me" he said, not believing he was capable
of thinking such a thing. "Look" he said, trying to calm himself down "I think
you better go home to your Momma and whiney sister before I do something I
regret." Too bad this had turned so ugly, he really did want to fuck her, but
guessed that it was out of the question by now.

"The only thing you are going to regret is if you mess with me or my sister
again. I gave you fair warning - keep your mouth shut about Samantha and your
dick in your pants as far as I am concerned."

That was it. He stepped closer to her and spoke sternly. "You are leaving now
before I teach you a bad lesson little girl." He grabbed her arm and started
moving her towards her front door, reaching for the handle. He was going to
plop her sweet little rump in the front seat and send her on her merry way.

She had other ideas. A huge smile crept across her face as he rushed her
towards the door. "Big mistake, asshole." She said confidently. "Creep! Get
your hands off my ass!" She screamed, loud enough for anyone within earshot to
hear.

What a little bitch - she might as well have screamed "Rape". He could see her
little game, or so he thought.

"Why you little..." he was unable to continue as his grip on her arm was
suddently lost. In a lightning quick move, she took his hand and grabbed his
thumb and bent it back into his own hand, using both hers. Excrutiating pain
shot through his body as he yelped in dismay, dropping immediately to his
knees.

She leaned in close to his ear, and back to sex kitten voice, whispered "Your
the one who is going to get the lesson, big guy. You just fucked with the
wrong girl." She shoved him back, releasing his hand. As he stumbled back
rising to his feet, he shook his newly freed hand in pain. He was backed up
almost to his own Jeep now, parked two spaces away from her Supra with no cars
between.

As he looked back at her, she had dropped into a martial arts stance. She now
looked more familiar than ever.

His mind flashed back to the night at Sam's apartment, as they were fooling
around in her bedroom. He just then remembered seeing pictures of little
sister here, clad in a karate gi and standing next to a trophy almost as tall
as her. There were other pictures of Cammi that his mind raced to remember -
on of her standing on a podium accepting a belt and another of her mid-kick,
snapping a cinderblock in half. He now remembered Sam bragging on Cammi as
some type of state champion in Tae Kwon Do.

His natural fight or flight instinct kicked in. Then he reminded himself that
it was silly to be afraid of a 16 year old girl who he outweighed by 75 lbs.
She couldn't do him any harm, could she? Right then, though, he decided that
he was not going to let her embarass him. He wasn't going to hurt her, but he
was going to put her in her place. A nice slap across the face would be a good
start.

As he moved in to deliver the slap, Sam slipped to the side and threw up a
hand that blocked it. He was surprised how much force she was able to generate
in delivering the block - it was like she stuck a baseball bat in front of him
it hurt his arm so hard.

Before he even had time to overcome the shock of having his slap blocked, Sam
quickly shot a kick to his midsection, followed by a wicked shot to his head
that snapped it back hard.

"Eee-yah! Yah!" she screamed as she landed the kicks.

Jason was stunned as he backpedaled. He was confused as hell between his
agression towards this little bitch and what she had just done to him and his
natural instinct to protect himself from further damage.

She remained calm the whole time, incredibly focused on the opponent in front
of her. She automatically fell back into her Tae Kwon Do stance, one arm
straight down, the other cocked and ready to block or strike. "I warned you
about where you put your hands, mother-fucker!" She screamed, keeping up the
appearance that he had somehow molested her to provoke her attack on him.

He immediately regretted his hesitation to move back in as she wasted not time
in taking two quick steps forward and going into a flying kick, bringing her
left leg up in a feinting motion, drawing his hands towards his midsection for
protection. Her right leg them followed the momentum and shot straight up in
the air towards his face, connecting squarely in the mouth and nose. The sheer
force of her whole body moving towards him, combined with the deadly accuracy
of the kick to the head send his whole body flying backwards into his own
jeep. Fortunately, the soft cover on his Wrangler provided a cushion to his
head, but his lower body slammed against the door of the Jeep.

His head had barely come back to rest before he felt the cold, wet feeling of
blood running from his mouth and nose. His head was swimming with nausea and
for a second he actually thought he was seeing stars. As he licked his lips,
he realized that his two front teeth has been driven straight back and were
touching the roof of his mouth. The pain was so bad that he couldn't even
fathom what was happening to himself.

"Oh futh" he mumbled as he felt for his mouth, his words sounding ridiculous
as he struggled to pronounce "Fuck" with two jammed front teeth and a swollen
tongue.

This brought a cackling laugh from Cammi. "Oh futh is right asshole. You mess
with the thong and you get the belt." Meanwhile, a couple of onlookers were
tentatively gathering in amazement at what was transpiring before their eyes.
This poor little girl, obviously grabbed by this male chauvinist pig, was
defending herself and now beginning to show off for the crowd.

She was incredibly measured in her next move, knowing that Jason was
essentially defenseless from the pain that had him in a daze. She stepped in
close to him, causing him to instinctively step forward since he could not go
backwards because of the Jeep. As he did, she expertly spun around and
delivered and exquisite roundhouse back kick, connecting squarely under his
chin. Her resulting kick left her foot a good 18 inches above her head at its
zenith, demonstrating incredible flexiblity as well as raw power. The move was
accompanied by a loud "Kie-Yah!" and drove Jason's head back for a third and
final time, this time looking as if it were going to completely snap it off
his shoulders.

Jason was completely out before he even hit the ground. His arms and legs when
limp as his knees buckled, eyes still wide open but with obviously no one at
home. He fell to the concrete face first, put his momemtum carried him over
onto his back. His body was stretched out flat with one arm twisted under his
back.

The onlookers were stunned at the site of this six foot man laying out cold,
his face a bloody a mess at the hands of this petite little black belt bad ass
in the workout outfit with the thong showing. His eyes stared up blankly at
the sky. In three to four quick, brutal kicks in a span of about 30 seconds,
she had transformed this grown man from an aggressive attacker to a pathetic,
unconscious lump on the pavement.

As if this whole scene weren't embarassing enough for Jason, his hard on had
obviously not completely disappeared and was protruding from his pants. It was
apparent to the crowd that this guy had gotten excited over the site of this
hot young girl, grabbed her and gotten exactly what he deserved.

Cammi was still playing the part of the attacked - maintaining her defensive
TKD stance as if he could suddenly jump up and attack. Despite knowing that he
was out like a light, she slyly circled his prone body and tentatively moved
in, lightly moving his face back and forth with her foot, ignoring the blood
getting on her sneakers. His head flapped back and forth like that of a rag
doll, his eyes rolling back and forth but showing no signs of life.

One of the spectators, a large black woman, remarked "Honey, that boy ain't
gettin' up for a week. You can calm down now, he ain't gonna hurt you. You
whipped his ass good."

Cammi obliged, eventually relaxing to a position of victory, her hands on her
hips over the would-be lethario and let out a sigh from her huge, heaving
breasts. As she stepped over him, she slyly adjusted her shorts up over her
thong, giving all the males in the crowd whose eyes were already locked on her
magnificent ass quite a view. It was as if she was suddenly embarassed by the
site of her half nakedness and pretending as if it were caused by her attacker
here, now justifyingly laying out on his back. She tried to regain some form
of modesty as she strolled towards her car.

Ron and James had appeared by this point and were standing over Jason's body,
trying to figure out whether to move him or not. As Samantha walked by them,
she smiled and said "When he wakes up, you can tell him to keep his hands to
himself. Tell him Cammi said so."

With that, she hopped in her car and started it. The music began blaring out -
some female rapper or Britanny Spears or something wailing from the stereo.
She straightened her hair in the mirror, put on her sunglasses and drove away
with a sly grin on her face.