Dominated by my SisterPart 3
Rob rl15000@yahoo.com



The next morning, I woke up just before 7am. I did not know what to do. I felt
like not going down stairs because it sounded like my sister was going to
totally boss me around. Losing to her was bad enough. Not to be humiliated but
having to listen to her. I'd later learn that I was submitting to her. But at
the time, I just understood it as letting her be my boss.

I knew even then that joining her in her workout would not be easy. My mom was
very athletic growing up. I have seen pictures of her running track, cheering
and playing basketball all through high school and college. She had passed her
love of working out to my sister. Like I said, it is not unusual for my sister
to go running, swimming or spend hours doing calisthenics. I knew she was in
better shape then me even without the wrestling. This working out together
would only drive the point home.

I was going into the den and I planned on talking to my mother about it but I
ran into Jessica instead.

"You should put your socks and sneakers on. We have a lot to do."

"I'm talking to mom first."

"She left already. She'll be out all day."

"We'll I'm not going downstairs."

"Yes you are Robert. We decided all of this last night. Mom wants you to
exercise more and she put me in charge."

My younger sister stood at the entrance of the basement with her hands on her
hips.

"Forget it."

"Oh no. You will exercise. It's not going to be anything you can't handle.
Just some treadmill and some pushups and sit-ups for starters."

"Jess, I'm not doing it. Leave me alone."

"Don't be like that. I'm asking you nicely."

"I don't care." I fell onto the couch and I turned on the TV.

My sister frowned and calmly walked over to the couch. She stood right in
front of me and I pushed her. I did it harder then I meant to and she fell
down pretty hard. She jumped up however and came at me again. She pulled my
arm and locked it under her arm in a way I had not seen even in my jujitsu
class. She then pulled up and my arm felt like it was going to break off. I
was about pulled off the couch but I was able to get my foot up and I kicked
her in the stomach. This just seemed to anger her more and she grabbed my
foot. I fell face first onto the couch and she pulled my foot and ankle back,
bending it. She sat down on top of me, twisting and bending my foot. I was
writhing in pain.

"You are so silly." She was giggling at me.

"Ouch!!! Just leave me alone."

"We can do two things. I can sit here and make you cry, or you can put your
socks and sneakers on and come down stairs and do what I say. It's up to you."
She twisted my foot harder.

"OK. OK. Please stop."

"You promise to do what I say."

"I don't have much of a choice."

"No, you do not."

"I promise." It was the weirdest thing. Something came over me when I said
that.

I sat up and I went to the laundry basket and pulled on a pair of socks. Then
I slipped on my sneakers and followed her down stairs.

For the next 2 hours, I exercised. Probably for the first time in my life. She
instructed me the entire time. I started doing jumping jacks. Then sit ups,
then treadmill, then push ups. I was taking frequent breaks as I was exhausted
after about 10 minutes of any one activity. My sister breezed through it all
and it was as humiliating as losing to her at wrestling. She would do 100
sit-ups easily. Then she would do 20 push ups. Then she'd lift weights for 20
minutes.

After, she told me I had to wipe down the mats and the bench. I watched her
cool off while I did that. Her young body was completely pumped from the
exercise and looking at her, in her cropped tank top and mini shorts, I
realized with certainness why she was able to beat me so easily.

It was also the first time I became aroused looking at my sister.
Unfortunately, it would not be the last.

It went like that, for the next 3 weeks. We'd workout together after school 2
or 3 nights a week and then on Saturdays. It was very strange. Whenever we
were together, it was the way it always was. But when we went downstairs, she
was completely in charge and I found myself obeying more and more.

My mom had changed a lot also. She was always somewhat distant since my dad
left. I would envy my friends whose moms made them lunch and took them to
places and such. And now, her distant nature became even more pronounced.
Especially where I was concerned. She barely spoke to me. But she was becoming
much closer to Jessica. They would talk after school at length about her day.
After dinner, they would go upstairs and lock themselves in my mother's room.
When I asked my sister what they talked about she would never say. After our
workouts, she'd give my mother a review of what we both did.

At the end of the month, we went downstairs with my mom for our rematch.

"I want you to both wrestle and I want you both to really give it everything
you have. Also, I want you in your underwear."

We both looked at her.

"Yes. From now on, you will wrestle with as little clothing as possible."

My sister eagerly stripped off her shorts and t shirt revealing a pair of
cotton panties and a training bra. She seemed extremely comfortable with her
body. Why shouldn't she be? She was very toned, long lean legs, tight arms,
flat tummy. I hesitated at first but soon realized it was pointless and
undressed to my boxers.

While the workouts probably helped me tighten up some, I was still no were
near my sister.

We squared off on each side of the mat and my mother said "begin."

We moved together and locked up. We both tried to get each other down for a
few moments. I was definitely moving better then the last time. I actually did
feel stronger and I likely was stronger then she was overall. But she used her
small size well, staying low and making it hard for me to grab her good.

It felt very strange being in my underwear. Even stranger to feel my sister's
bear skin. Especially when we got close and our bodies pressed. I got my arms
around her and I tried to squeeze her but it was not having much of an effect.
Her body was skinny but it was hard also and I did not think I was hurting
her. Even still, I got her on the ground, and was squeezing her at the waist
as hard as I could. She was so fierce though. She got her elbow onto my arm,
like on my bicep and she pushed it so hard until I was forced to let go. It
was like I lost all strength in my arm. She just grabbed my wrist and twisted
it behind me. Then she snaked her legs around my waist and was sitting behind
me, holding me in her legs and holding my arm. I tried to stand up but I
couldn't move. She was squeezing hard and although it hurt, it wasn't
excruciating. I pulled my arm free for a moment but she grabbed it again and
grabbed my other one too. She wrapped them in her arms, basically holding me
with her legs as we sat. I struggled for a while (it seemed like an hour but
was probably less then 10 minutes). There was no way I was escaping.

"OK" my mother said. "Release him." My sister opened up her legs and let go of
my arms and I was free. "I'm very disappointed in both of you. Robert, you
have shown almost no improvement. And Jessica, you clearly had him in a
controlling position yet you failed to press the hold and really make him
submit. I warned you both, if I catch either of you not doing their best, I
will make it very hard on you both."

I was breathing hard. Being held, even in a hold that is not excruciating, is
still exhausting. I was trying to understand what my mother was doing. I'm
sure reading this; everyone can see how twisted this is. But put yourself back
when you were 13. I knew what we were doing was not what normal brothers and
sisters did. But I didn't know for sure until much later on. I mean, I just
assumed it was my mother trying to make us tougher. I was uncomfortable with
it enough however, that I finally spoke up.

"Mom, do we really have to do this? I feel weird."

"Yes. I insist. It is good exercise, and it will make both of you stronger."

"Yea, but I'm not that good a wrestler. Its embarrassing to keep losing like
this."

"I know it is. That's why I am making you. You need to overcome it. Your
sister is able to handle it."

"That's because she keeps winning."

"Mom, he's right. I've proven I can beat him. Maybe we should stop."

"No. Jessica, Robert I will not hear it. You will compete in this way and
that's final. I think what you both need is some incentive."

My sister asked "what do you mean?"

"The loser will have to do something for the winner. And the loser will be
punished."

"What kind of punishment." I was definitely getting nervous now.

"That will be up to the winner."

"Mom! It's not fair."

"I'm afraid that is to bad Robert. I suggest you do the best you can. I am
going upstairs now.

"Mom, you can't be serious."

"Oh I am young man. I want you both to understand what this means. Physical
superiority is one of the most important things you can learn in this life. I
want you both to learn it at a young age. I will leave you to it. If I find
out that either of you have not complied, you will both be punished severely.
Don't question me on this." She walked upstairs and she left us alone.

"Come on big brother. Let's get this over with."

"No way. I mean, why are we doing this?"

"Because she said so. So either we fight, or you just give up."

"Forget it."

I stood up to go upstairs and my sister attacked with a vengeance. She came at
me and when I went to grab her, she dropped down to the floor. She quickly
hooked my legs with hers and pulled me down and I landed on my back. Her feet
where tangled in my legs. She snaked her foot in between my legs and was
pressing it down on my groin. She wrapped her skinny arms around my ankle and
twisted my foot."

"Agggggggghhhhhhhh!" I started pounding the mat. "I GIVE, I GIVE!"

She loosened the hold but still held me firmly. Her foot still pressed on my
groin.

"I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

"I think so." I struggled a little but I couldn't break free. She twisted
harder. "Ok ok. I'll stop."

"That's better. I don't want to hurt you Robert but I will if I have to.
Understand?"

I just laid there. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

This was too humiliating. My 11 year old sister was beating me in seconds. I
spent a month working out and I'm not even able to stop her for a minute. Her
tight little body controlled my bigger one with ease. Worse, her foot was
totally on my groin and I was becoming aroused. I was terrified she would feel
it.

"Let go sis. I will do whatever you say. I promise."

"Not just what I say. I have to punish you also."

I was getting harder. "OK. OK. Whatever you say. I will do it."

"Cool". She let me go and I sat up and tried to hide my bulge as much as I
could.

I had no idea what she'd ask for but I was happy to be out of her grasp. I
knew my body had changed recently and I have had times when I would touch
myself and think about a girl. But I never was aroused at all by my sister. I
just did not see her that way.

I had no idea what I would have to do, or what my "punishment" would be but
anything was better then letting her know she was turning me on.

"Now, I want you to rub my feet." I just stared at her. She wanted me to rub
the same feet that just were arousing me. I couldn't believe it.

"Sis!"

"You said. Or would you like me to hurt you more." She made a move to tackle
me. I was so completely winded; she would have had me in a hold in seconds.

"OK. OK."

"Great. Come over here. I want to sit on the coach." She lay down on the coach
with her feet hanging off the side. I kneeled down and I took them in my hand.
They were very clean, but with sheen of perspiration on them. I felt like the
world's biggest loser at that point. I started to rub the soles and the balls
of her feet. Working my hands up and down her instep back to her heel, up to
her toes.

"Wow, you are good at this brother." She was smiling ear to ear.

It was a very interesting moment. She clearly had demonstrated her physical
superiority. I had no more questions about that. But rubbing her feet was
having an even stronger effect on me that I was unable to explain at the time.
All I knew was that I was seeing my sister in a very different way.

"I'm going to make a call. Just keep going. You are doing great. I really want
you to do both of my entire feet and toes. Really try, ok?" She was asking but
really she was telling.

For the next twenty minutes, I rubbed and massaged her feet while she spoke to
her girlfriends on the phone. Thankfully, she did not tell any of them what we
were doing. Since I had no interest in her conversation, and I wasn't going
anywhere fast, I sort of really focused on her feet. Her toes, the nails, the
balls, the soft soles, the firm heel. Over to the top of them. The smooth
skin. I learned that her feet were as perfect as the rest of her.

When she hung up, she said she'd had enough and swung her feet down to the
floor.

"Now, for your punishment. I know this will be hard brother but I can't help
it. You should have done better. I'm going to tie you up tonight. You're going
to be down here all night."

I was speechless as she went to a near by draw and took out some lengths of
rope. "I already talked about it with mom and she agrees. Now, just sit down
on the bench here."

I walked away, like I was going to go for the stairs. "Rob, you and I know I
can make you sit down. It won't be that bad. Just listen, ok?" She got up and
walked to me. I was about 4 inches taller then her but I felt smaller. She put
her hand on my arm and guided me to the bench. I sat down and she sat behind
me, wrapping rope around my hands. She seemed to really know what she was
doing and had my hands bound behind me and tied off on the bench in no time.
Then she move in front and was kneeling as she tied my ankles to the legs.

She looked up at me. "Can I ask you something?"

"I guess"

"When I was holding you down, and my foot was on you, you know, down there, I
felt something."

"No you didn't"

"Rob, I did. And I think you felt it too."

"I don't want to talk about it. Just finish ok?"

"Robert. You are being silly. Answer me. Were you getting hard?"

"Sis, it's embarrassing."

"So what. Answer me. No one else will know."

"It's not right. We shouldn't be doing stuff like this."

"Mom said its ok."

"Well Mom is not acting normal."

"Forget about mom. Just answer me."

"No."

"I can make you." At this point, my hands were tied at my back and my ankles
were tied to the legs of the table. I was only in my underwear so I was
starting to get cold.

"No you can't."

"You are so silly." She sat right in front of me on the bench and she put her
fingers under my arm pit. I felt her feeling for a few seconds and it was
almost ticklish. Then she pressed hard and I felt a shooting pain that wend
down my arm.

"Owwwwwwwww, ok, ok." She released me. "Damn that hurt. Where did you learn
that?"

"One of the sensei's showed it to me. Now answer my question. Where you
getting hard?"

"Yes." I looked down. It was very hard to look at her.

"Awwwe. Don't worry about it. Some guys can't help it." She reached around and
checked the ropes. They were tight but they weren't hurting me. "Everything
looks ok. I'll be down in the morning. Just try to relax."

She hopped of the bench and was up the stairs in no time. I just sat there and
after about 5 minutes, I began to cry.

To be continued ... ..

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