Dominated by my Sister - Part 2
by Rob rl15000@yahoo.com




I was in my room, thinking about what happened. I couldn't believe how easily
I had lost. And I had to wrestle her again next week!! My mom said I had to
try harder. Maybe that was the problem. I had taken her size and her being my
little sister for granted. She obviously was strong for her size and she used
text book training. I had to really consider her an equal, even though she
really shouldn't be.

I was about to turn on my video game when my sister came bursting in.

"Hey bro. That was fun wasn't it?"

"Fun for you maybe."

"Awwww. Don't feel bad. I just got lucky. I'm sure you'll do better next
time."

She proceeded to take the game controller from my hand and started to play. I
just slumped back into bed and before I knew it had fallen asleep.

That week seemed endless. All I could think about was having to wrestle my
sister on Friday night. I had resigned myself to really try hard but I did not
have any confidence I would do any better. My sister on the other hand seemed
perfectly at ease the entire week. She did not even talk about it once.

What she was doing however was making use of the new gym my mom had put in.
Every night after she did her homework, she would be down stairs lifting
weights and doing exercises. I am ashamed to say I even spied on her. I wanted
to see how strong she really was. She was not lifting heavy weights, certainly
less weight then I could lift. But for her size, I guess in hindsight it was a
lot. She was also doing sit ups every night and chin ups as well.

When Friday finally came, we both went to our jujitsu classes and I actually
fully participated. I matched against three different students and I thought I
did ok. I mean, I wasn't in the top of my class but I wasn't embarrassing
myself either.

After class, my mom drove us home. She and Jessica talked the whole time, I
just slumped down.

We got home and we both changed into our gym clothes and met down stairs. My
mom was waiting for us. She too had put on her shorts and tank top.

"OK. The rules are going to be the same as last week. You two wrestle and you
do not stop until I say so. Understand?"

We both nodded. I was thinking that my best chance would be to get her on her
back as quickly as I could and use my weight against her. I would start out
fast.

"Begin"

I ran at her as fast as I could. I knew she'd be hard to catch but I got my
arms around her and I basically tackled her like a football player. Again I
was reminded as to how light she was. She went down fairly easy and I was soon
on top of her. I was straddling her and I felt terrific. I was totally in
control as I pinned her small arms down to the mat. Maybe my mom was right.
Maybe I just hadn't been trying hard enough.

I did not have her pinned but I was controlling her. I looked over to my mom
expecting her to stop it. My mom was about to speak when Jessica spoke up.
"Don't stop us mom. I can get out of this." With that, she kicked her leg up
and hooked it around my neck, easily pulling me off of her. She pulled me back
with her foot practically planted on my nose. As I fell backward, she grabbed
my right wrist tightly. In an instant, she sat up, still using her leg to
leverage me down. I ended up flat on my face with my arm pinned behind her
leg. She held my wrist easily and only needed to twist it a little to send
tremendous pain into my arm. I couldn't believe it. She was completely relaxed
and was controlling me easily.

"Jessica that was wonderful. Now, lets see if your brother can escape as
easily as you did."

"He can't mom."

"Don't be so quick precious. Lets give him a try."

"Mom, trust me. He can't get out of this hold. In fact, the harder he tries,
the more he'll end up hurting himself."

I was so angry, they were talking to each other like I wasn't even in the
room. I became extremely frustrated and pulled hard on the hold. I quickly
learned that my sister was right as a new round of pain ran up my shoulder, as
she kept my neck and head firmly in place with just her ankle. The harder I
tried, the more it hurt until I was yelling out in pain. "Alright!!! I
give!!!"

"Don't release him Jessica. I want to see what happens."

"Mom, I'm hurting him. Shouldn't I let him go?"

My mom had the same look she had in her eye last week. She was leaning back in
her chair with a blank expression. What I noticed this time was that her hand
was down her loose shorts. I had no idea what this meant at the time.

"Mom, please, this hurts."

"Don't give up so easily Robert. I want to see you escape."

"But I can't."

"Jessica, tell me, can you control how much pressure his shoulder feels?"

"Oh yea. I'm actually going easy on him. The idea of jujitsu is to control
your opponent which I'm doing now."

"Let me see what happens when you put more pressure on him."

"You want me to hurt him more."

"Yes, exactly. That will maybe make him realize how serious this is."

"Mom, are you sure?"

"Yes Jessica. I want you to right now."

Jessica sort of looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. She then slowly
lifted my arm higher, still holding my shoulder down with her leg. Then she
twisted it some more.

I cried out in pain. "Stop, that hurts. Mom please!!!"

"Keep going Jessica."

She lifted higher and I began to cry. I was never so humiliated in my life. My
sister was torturing me and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it.
Worse, my own mother was openingly encouraging her. I was crying now, or more
like wimpering. I was just hoping it would end soon. She held me like that for
over 5 minutes when my mother had seen enough.

"OK Jessica. Let him go."

She released me and my arm fell limp. I was still crying when she put her hand
and patted me on the back. "Are you ok?" she asked. With my good arm I swung
around an brushed her hand away.

"Leave me alone!"

"Robert, do not talk to your sister that way." I couldn't believe what was
happening. My sister practically breaks my arm and I get yelled at.

"I want you to teach him a lesson Jessica. Right now."

"But mom!"

"Do it!"

She immediate placed her knee on my back and she pulled up on my previously
uninjured left arm. She moved her knee over my shoulder pad and had my arm
bent severely.

My mother got up and went over to my sister and whispered into her ear. I was
to busy worrying about the pain to hear what she said. Then she sat down and
again I saw her touching herself.

"You have to apologize to me Robert."

"What for?"

"For being disrespectful. Tell me you're sorry and that you didn't mean to
brush my arm away and I will let you go."

I was really angry now. My little sister was torturing me and I had to
apologize to her!!

"Mom, make her stop."

"She wont help you. I am in charge here. Do as I say or I'll hurt you more."
She then pushed down harder with her knee and I squeeled. "I know this hurts
Robert. Just do as I say and it will all be over."

I was beyond struggling to escape. What little stamina I had was worn out from
the first hold. I just laid on my stomach. After a few moments, I couldn't
take it any more and I said, "I'm sorry Jessica. I didn't mean to brush your
arm away." When I said that, I heard my mom catch her breath.

"Very good brother." She let me go and went over to grab a towel. She was
toweling off her face.

I just sat up when my mother went over and spoke to Jessica. After a few
minutes, she came over and sat down next to me.

"Well, Robert, as you can see, you obviously have embarrassed yourself here
today. I am very disappointed. You know how important physical fitness is to
me. Starting tomorrow, you will be accompanying your sister in her daily
workouts. She will be in charge and you will do exactly what she says. If you
do not, I have instructed her to punish you like she did tonight. Do you
understand?"

I didn't know what to think or say so I just said yes.

"Very well. I am going to give you one more chance to prove yourself against
your sister. You have one month to prepare. Do not disappoint us. Now, I am
going to take a bath. Please keep it quiet." She left and she walked upstairs.

I turned to my sister and I asked, "what did you two talk about?"

"I'm sorry Rob, I can't talk about it. Just be down here tomorrow at 7am."

She quickly ran upstairs. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was
smiling.

To be continued ... ..

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