Cheatbeat 3 
By Jdean72000@yahoo.com 
An update of Hardie's classic story, Mandy beats and humiliates her big, strong brother, Martin.


It was two weeks after Martin had been so badly beaten up by Judy in front of
his sister and a load of other girls (See Cheatbeat2). Since then, Martin's
life at school had been miserable, as he was teased unmercifully by the girls
and the other boys as well.

To make matters worse, his twin sister, Mandy, had been insufferable at home,
as if it were she who had beaten him instead of that tomboy Judy.

"She only won because I gave her a free shot," Martin fumed at his teasing
sister. "If she hadn't kicked me in the balls I'd have beaten her easily, so
give me any more lip and I'll give you a good hiding, sister."

Mandy smiled. Her big, muscular, barrel-chested brother wasn't so cocky as he
used to be. Before his beating at the hands of the girl he would just take
what he wanted from Mandy, simply brushing her aside if she objected, even
slapping her around if she threatened to report him to their mum. Now he was
full of bluster but not so full of self confidence as he used to be.

"I don't think you could give me a good hiding," said Mandy calmly. "I think
I'm a better fighter than you, and I could give you a good hiding!"

"WHAT!" exclaimed Martin incredulously. "In your dreams, girl."

He was about to leave it at that when he realised that a fight with his small
sister was just what he needed to restore his 18-year-old male pride. She
would be an easy victim, and beating her up would, at least, get her off his
back at home.

"Maybe we should go out into the garden and settle this thing, but I'm warning
you, I'm not going to hold back just because you're a girl."

"OK," answered Mandy, her cool exterior concealing the tremendous excitement
that was bubbling up inside her, "and I won't hold back just because you're a
boy! I'm going to change. See you in ten minutes, big brother!"

Mandy skipped up to her bedroom and took off her clothes. She was 18 years old
and had a neat, compact figure. Her heart-shaped, slightly freckled face
generally wore an attractive, cheeky grin which lit up her light brown eyes.
Except for a fringe which covered her forehead, Mandy's hair was swept back
and tied up in a ponytail. Her breasts protruded proudly above her slender
waist; tanned skin concealing barely defined, powerful female muscles, honed
by the gymnastics and self-defense classes she attended two or three times a
week. Her slim hips flared over smoothly muscled thighs.

She stretched her sleek young body in front of the mirror, liking what she
saw, then she did a few warming up exercises before pulling on her soft cotton
navy briefs and fastening a white crop top in position. A pair of calf length
white socks and white gym shoes completed her attire. Then, heart thumping,
she made her way down to the garden.

"Aren't you going to give me a free shot?" she teased her brother, who,
dressed in a pair of gym shorts, was lounging against the wall of the garden
shed, waiting for her. With his thick arms folded across his muscular chest,
it seemed like all his upper body muscles were flexing. His back tapered from
broad shoulders to a trim waist and 6-pack abs. His thick, muscular thighs
stretched the material of his gym shorts which only highlighted the bulge of
his crotch. "I'd like to kick you in your big boy balls just like Judy did -
only harder!"

"And I'd like to smack your ass!" grunted Martin and launched himself at the
girl who had dared to challenge him. One hundred and ninety-six pounds of
ferocious male fighter bore down on the slight figure of the hundred pound
girl, reaching for her, ready to teach her a lesson she'd never forget.

Coolly, the girl stood her ground, dropped into a crouch as he was about to
grab her. Then, as his massive frame towered over her, she rolled onto her
back and kicked out with her shapely right leg. The girl's foot slammed into
the boy's balls.

Martin's charge was halted abruptly. He gasped with pain as he clutched his
injured organs, his face contorted as his mouth dropped open with shock.

Once again he'd been kicked in the balls by a girl at the start of a fight.
His mind raced, trying to drive the pain from his thoughts as he strove to
concentrate on the movements of the girl who had hurt him. He had lost his
last fight because the power of a girl's kick had blown his mind. He tried his
best not to let it happen again.

Mandy completed her backward movement and rolled gracefully to her feet. Her
brother's body was hunched over his aching balls, which he clutched with both
hands. The girl had been taught never to let an opponent recover, and she
moved into the attack with feline grace.

Martin uncurled as the svelte young girl threw a combination of punches
towards his head. He took a few but managed to block most of the girl's blows
with his thick forearms. Ignoring the ache in his balls, the strapping male
fighter brought his own club like fists into action, and the little girl was
forced to skip back out of range as her huge brother bore down on her.

"You're too slow!" she taunted, neatly avoiding another ponderous male swing.
"You haven't hit me yet, and I've already got you in the balls. And I'll get
you lots more, 'cause you're too slow!"

She danced away as the infuriated boy almost swung himself off his feet trying
to knock her head off with one mighty blow. Mandy took advantage of the boy's
imbalance to kick out, catching him just below the knee, causing him to jerk
his leg up and cry out in pain. She kicked him again in the same place. Then,
as he dropped a hand to defend his leg, she glided in, smashed her fist into
his eye and slid out of range.

The girl took time to look up as a burst of applause greeted her attack. She
just had time to spot her attractive, young, newly wed neighbor watching over
the dividing wall. Then her brother was on top of her again.

This time, to the boy's surprise, Mandy didn't retreat. Instead, she ducked
under his swing, came up inside his arm and delivered a devastating uppercut
straight into his dangling balls. As the bodies of the boy and girl collided,
they both went down, with Martin on top.

Winded by the fall, Mandy lay there, momentarily helpless as she desperately
gasped for air, beginning to panic as she felt the weight of her brother's
body on top of her. Forcing herself to remain calm, she was able to take
advantage of her opportunity to escape as Martin curled his body and used his
hands to grasp the cock and balls which had been badly hurt when the girl's
tiny fist had lashed into them.

He was moaning with pain, and didn't realise the advantageous position he
held. He made a despairing grab for the girl as she wriggled out from under
him. But it was too late. She was free.

Both contestants clambered to their feet simultaneously. Martin was still
clutching his balls with one hand, trying to quench the fire that ran around
his groin. Mandy, still winded, gulped in air as she surveyed the situation.

Jennifer, the appreciative neighbor, had been joined by her husky young
husband at the garden wall. "What's going on?" he asked.

"The boy and girl are having a fight," she answered, "and the girl's winning!"

"What!" exclaimed Tom. He looked at the two contestants as they faced each
other again. The tall, well-developed boy, with muscles bulging in thighs and
arms, broad shoulders and slabs of muscle protecting his stomach, contrasted
hugely with the slight figure of the silky, tanned girl. "He'll kill her!"

"Just watch," said Jennifer, sliding her hand over her husband's groin.
"She'll win. Girls can always win if they want to, husband." Her hand slid
over his shorts and closed on his balls, squeezing just enough to make him
stand perfectly still. "Can't they?" She squeezed a little harder, pulling
upwards, forcing him to stand on tiptoe.

"Sure, Jen," he agreed, gasping from the pain the woman was generating in his
balls. "If you say so." He watched the fight.

Martin was furious. Twice he'd let his little sister get him in the balls, and
so far he hadn't laid a hand on her.

"I'll kill you for that," he mouthed, moving towards his little sister,
seething with anger at the way she'd hurt him. Forgetting all that had gone
before in his desire to get his hands on the smiling girl, he threw himself at
her in a wild charge.

Mandy could see the blood lust in her brother's eyes and knew he'd show her no
mercy if he gained the advantage. But she was confident she had the measure of
the tall, ponderous, muscle-bound male.

Like a matador playing a raging bull, the nimble little girl evaded the charge
and tapped Martin's heels together as he swept past her. Arms flailing as he
tried to keep his balance, the boy staggered on for a few paces, then crashed
to the ground. Before he knew what was happening, the girl was on him.

Kneeling beside the dazed boy, Mandy twisted one of her brother's powerfully
muscled arms up behind his back with one hand, then began smashing her free
elbow into the back of the boy's neck. Every time her elbow struck home
Martin's trunk-like legs kicked foolishly as if the girl had them on a wire.
His face was smashed time and again into the ground. He felt as if his neck
was being broken.

He was terrified. He couldn't think. He pleaded for his sister to stop hurting
him.

Jennifer was becoming more and more excited as she watched the tiny tomboy
beat up her large male opponent. Tom too was feeling strange flutterings in
his stomach and loins as his young wife held him by the balls and cheered on
the girl fighter. He could feel a massive erection climbing up his stomach as
he took in the spectacle of the tanned, velvet-skinned young girl holding down
the powerful body of the young man while she pounded his neck. His wife's hand
closed on his cock.

"You like it, too!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "You like seeing a boy being
beaten up by a girl. Maybe you'd like me to beat you up! Do you think I could
beat you? We'll have a fight later. Oh, I would so much like to beat you at
fighting, husband." She squeezed her red-faced husband's balls. "I know I
could win!"

"We'll see!" gasped Tom, quite taken with the idea of fighting his gorgeous
young wife.

"Oh look, she's stopped hitting him."

Mandy had indeed stopped pounding her brother with her elbow. She needed a
breather. But she didn't intend to let up on the boy's punishment. She levered
his arm as far up his broad back as she could, causing shards of pain to slice
through the helpless boy's shoulder.

"Open your legs," she hissed, giving his arm an extra jerk.

Totally bewildered, the boy obeyed. Then he felt the girl's tiny hand force
its way between his muscular thighs, slip under his crotch and her fingers
wrapped round his balls. He howled in agony as his sister squeezed his balls.
The thin material of his gym shorts and the briefs he wore underneath offered
no protection.

She just knelt there, a look of studied concentration on her lovely young face
as she held her brother's arm with one hand and squeezed his testicles as hard
as she could with the other. She was amazed that the weird, soft organs in her
hand were what helped her brother be so strong yet so weak at the same time.

"I should give in if I were you, brother," she said. "I've got you right where
I want you, right by these big boy balls of yours! Do you give?" she kneaded
his nuts in her fingers, almost causing the boy to pass out.

"O.K.," he whimpered, through tears of shame and pain. "I give. Let me go.
Please!"

Mandy let go and stood up. She placed her foot on the back of the defeated
young man and raised her arms in victory. Jennifer let go of her husband's
cock and applauded the triumphant female.

It was then that Martin exploded into action. He could not accept the
humiliation of giving in to his sister. Hurt though he was, he had to beat
her. He had to teach her that a big, tough, muscular male could beat a little
girl.

With a supreme effort he bunched his muscles as his sister posed in victory,
threw himself onto his side, and swept her slender figure aside with one
flailing arm. Laboriously he began to clamber to his feet.

Mandy was sent staggering across the lawn with the force of her brother's
powerful arm, but, with the grace of a natural gymnast, she regained her
balance and stayed on her feet.

She was incensed. First her brother had given in. Then, when she'd trusted him
and let him go, he'd attacked her! Now he was going to pay for his treachery.
He had barely pushed himself erect when the female dervish whirled into her
attack.

Giving the husky, virile male no time to settle, the girl smashed her foot
into his balls, drove her knee into his descending face as she doubled him up,
then brought her tiny fists into action, driving his huge body back into the
garden wall, a couple of feet from where her neighbors were watching.

Holding her male opponent against the wall with one slender female arm, the
girl smashed punch after punch into his muscular stomach, cutting through the
boy's defense with calm efficiency.

One of Martin's arms, put out of action by the girl's previous
administrations, hung uselessly by his side. The other pawed feebly at her as
his weakened body tried to combat the young virago's flashing fist.

Martin began to moan as the girl's fist pounded his once powerful muscles to
jelly. He no longer tried to defend himself as his tiny female tormentress
pounded the strength from his massive body. Tears streamed down his face as he
slumped against the wall, totally at the mercy of the girl who was beating
him.

"That's enough!" Tom intervened, feeling for the young man who was being
hammered. "He's had enough. Let him go."

Mandy turned her pretty face towards him, smiled, and kept up her attack.

"Keep out of it," said Jennifer, planting her hand back on his crotch, with a
little squeeze of her husband's balls. "She gave him the chance to give in.
Now she's entitled to punish him for his treachery."

Mandy was now propping up the body of her big brother with both hands on his
biceps. He was barely conscious, his thickly muscled legs trembling with the
effort of keeping his huge body upright, his head bowed on his chest, tears
dripping from staring, defeated eyes.

The girl looked up into her brother's eyes. For a moment she felt a twinge of
compassion for him, a powerful, Herculean male smashed to defeat by a young
girl. This defeat would destroy his ego forever. Then she thought of all the
years he'd bullied her, and how he'd attacked her after giving in a few
moments before. He needed to be taught a lesson.

"The girl's going to finish him now," said Jennifer excitedly. "Come round a
bit so we can see better!" Her hand moved inside her husband's shorts again to
grasp his throbbing, erect cock and led him around the wall.

Carefully Mandy pressed her smooth girl thigh between the muscular male thighs
of her brother, forcing his legs apart. Then, pushing herself back slightly,
with her hands on the boy's bulging biceps, the slender young girl drove her
knee upwards into the boy's exposed balls.

"Ooooow!" Jennifer mouthed in delight, pumping her husband's cock. His body
tautened, then spasmed with sexual release as he exploded in great heaving
spurts as he watched the huge, muscular body of the well-built young man
crumple at the feet of the savage little girl.

Mandy kicked her brother's mighty frame disdainfully, then raised her arms in
triumph, her tiny breasts swelling with pride. Her softly curved, smoothly
tanned female body looked frail against the massive bulk of the boy. Yet she
had won. She, a little girl, had smashed her powerful brother to ignominious
defeat!

"Oh, well done!" cried Jennifer. "That was wonderful. We both enjoyed watching
you beat up your big brother. Tom and I are going to have a fight tomorrow if
you want to watch. I'm going to win."

"Thank you," said Mandy politely. "I'd like that."

"Ouch!" said Tom, as his beautiful young bride affectionately squeezed his
balls.

Martin lay crying on the ground.