Wrestling Sister
By: Rob. ZYGERRIA@aol.com
A high school senior learns a lot from his athletic kid sister.

I’m still trying to catch my breath. How could’ve I let it go this far. 
Well, I guess some part of me wanted it to. 

It all started the Wednesday my sister Lisa and her girl friend where 
doing their gymnastics in our back yard. My sister, at 14, is three 
years my junior. I was watching her out the downstairs window as she was 
doing her exercises in her usual gymnastic leotard. The outfit nicely 
contorted her tight little body. Her slender bare arms and legs where 
hardened from hours of practice every day. Her midsection was flat and 
firm. Her breasts, though still small, were rising mounds stretching the 
fabric of the leotard delicately. He long golden blond hair was back in 
a ponytail, exposing her innocent clear and smooth face. Yes, she was 
14, but her face was 11, and her body in the revealing leotard was 
pushing 17. 

I should tell you that I have never previously considered any type of 
inappropriate relationship with my sister. I don’t know why this all 
came about. Well, maybe I do. I am shy by nature, and find approaching 
girls difficult. I’m the guy I know amongst my entire class who’s never 
had a serious girlfriend. I’ve gone on some dates, but they’ve usually 
ended awkwardly as I fumble looking for the right words. To put it 
bluntly, I’ve never had any real experience with a girl, and wasn’t 
exactly close to one either. 

Its been perplexing because I’ve watched over the years as my little 
sister grew from an skinny awkward girl into a confident out going 
adolescent. She has many friends, much more than I do. She’s even had 
boyfriends and I’m ashamed to say, her social life dwarfs mine, 
especially her activities with the opposite sex. She is a member of the 
honor society in her school, and has taken several advanced placement 
courses that are clearly more difficult than the ones I’m taking as a 
senior. I often wondered how these things come about. I mean, we’re from 
the same family, the same upbringing. Yet she is clearly more confident 
and skilled physically and mentally than I, her older brother. I guess 
I’ve become somewhat intimidated by the way she’s effortlessly grown 
into the role of teenager. How she’s clearly mastered her academic 
requirement, while excelling in her ‘hobbies’ of gymnastics and music. 
She is a gifted pianist and has recently begun studying dance, where she 
all ready shows signs of excelling. Her coach says her natural 
athleticism, combined with her tireless conditioning make her a perfect 
performer in her dance school. And like I said, she is extremely popular 
amongst all the girls and would be suitors in her school. 

I’m not blind. I can see she is attractive, intelligent, athletic, and 
very sexy; and growing more so every day. But I just never saw her in a 
sexual way. I mean, she’s my little sister, and thinking about her that 
way was just wrong. 

Still, something about watching her that day, effortlessly doing back 
flips on the back grass made me pay attention. Jane, Lisa’s friend, was 
dressed similar in a similar leotard. However, the gene pool was not as 
kind to her, and she was all ready developing the looser body tone that 
most girls seem to get in their teen years. While athletic, she couldn’t 
match Lisa’s conditioning or natural skill. This seemed to bother her as 
an argument broke out just after Lisa completed another advanced jumping 
skill. 

“You’re such a show off, you know that Lisa.” 

“So. I can’t help it if I’m better than you.” 

“No body said anything about you being better.” 

“Come on Jane, we both know that I’m better. You can’t do half the 
skills that I can.” 

“Oh, you think you’re so hot. Someday, somebody is going to teach you a 
lesson.” 

“Just accept it Jane. I’m superior.” My sweet innocent sister then began 
a flexing pose, showing off her tight teen body to Jane. This must have 
been to much for Jane, for at that moment, she charged and tackled my 
sister. They rolled around on the grass, arms and legs flying, for a few 
moments. Jane, the bigger girl, was able to get on my sister’s back. I 
thought, maybe I should do something, but I was entranced by it all. I 
had never seen girl’s fights accept in school, and there, it’s always 
broken up so fast. 

Jane seemed like she would break sis in half, but sis kept her from 
wrapping her bigger arms and legs around her. It went on for a few 
minutes, as sis slowly but surely pulled Jane to the ground. She got her 
one leg around Jane’s waist as Jane kept trying to pin her arms to the 
ground. Quickly, Lisa pulled up her other leg and next thing, had Jane 
pinned between both of her hard teen thighs. Still on her back, she 
captured Jane’s head and pulled it into her chest while her toned 
muscled legs squeezed Jane’s midsection. I was entranced as I watched 
her muscles bulge, tightening, constricting, slowly suffocating the 
bigger girl. Her arms showed noticeable biceps as she smother Jane’s 
face into her chest. Jane could do nothing to escape. Her mouth and face 
were mostly  covered, making breathing difficult. Her legs lay uselessly 
limp. Her arms flailed about, unsuccessfully trying to pry my sister’s 
tight thighs apart. 

After a few moments, her struggles grew less and my sister easily rolled 
the girl onto her side. I couldn’t believe how my sister so easily 
controlled what was just a few minutes ago an aggressive bigger 
opponent. She was in complete control as she forced Jane onto her back, 
still between my sister’s legs. “Had enough Jane?” 

Jane mumbled something in response. “If you give, just smack your hand 
on the ground.” Before I heard the sentence finish, Jane was pounding 
her fist on the grass. Lisa loosened her thighs, letting Jane come to 
rest on the grass. My sister still assumed a straddle position and in 
fact, solidified it by moving up on her bigger friend, such that she was 
on top of her breasts. She positioned her knees on Jane’s biceps and 
easily held her friend in a classic schoolboy pin. 

Jane was completely exasperated and was breathing hard when she spoke. 
“Come on Lisa, I said you win, get off me.” She struggled somewhat, but 
it was clear she could not escape even this relaxed hold. “Lisa, your 
hurting my arms.” Lisa sat astride her friend, confidently placing her 
hands on her hips. Jane’s hands came to rest in Lisa’s knees. 

“Easy Jane, I just want to make sure you know I’m better. Please don’t 
try to get away. I can hurt you a lot more, like I just was, if you 
don’t listen.” I couldn’t believe my sister was talking this way. What 
was more alarming is how transfixed I was by it all. I could not take my 
eyes off the alluring image of these two young teen athletes getting so 
physical with each other. And to top it off, my little sister clearly 
dominating her friend. I suddenly noticed that I had a hard on that was 
about out of my shorts. 

“OK, OK, I admit it. You are better, a lot better. At gymnastics and at 
wrestling. Please Lisa, let me up.” 

“In a minute, OK. I just want to enjoy dominating you.” She smiled down 
at her beaten opponent, and Jane actually smiled back. “It really is 
quite fun.” 

“I can’t believe how easily you beat me. You are so much stronger than 
you look.” 

“Thanks. I should be, with all the exercise I do.” 

“How’d you learn to wrestle so well?” 

“It’s not hard really. I can teach you some things, if you’d like.” 

“Really, I’d like that.” 

“OK.” With that, Lisa got up, and took a step back. She seemed to enjoy 
watching her friend lift herself off the grass, brushing herself free of 
clippings. She then took a fast look over to the house and window I was 
looking out of. I managed to back away just in time, but I heard her 
say, “but not here, I don’t want my brother watching us.” She took 
Jane’s hand and led her to a secluded part of our yard where no one 
would be able to watch them. 


I tried to get the image of my sister defeating Jane out of my mind. 
Every time, however, it would return as would the hard on. I couldn’t 
look straight at her that night at the table as I was too ashamed. This 
actually went on for two days, as I did my best to avoid her. I 
suspected that she knew something was up, and my suspicions where 
correct. That Saturday, I was mowing the grass when my sister came out 
and began her exercises. She was wearing shorts and a cropped tank top. 
Her body looked even harder. I knew she was in shape, but I was startled 
at the firmness and definition she’d achieved at such a young age. 

She started with her calisthenics and as I continued to mow the grass, I 
would catch glimpses of her doing rep after rep of push-ups, sit-ups, 
leg lifts, etc. I finished in about an hour and walked over to her. She 
had been going full out for the entire time and was hardly sweating. I 
slumped into a chase lounge and could barely breath. After another 15 
minutes or so, she walked over. 

“Hey Mike, still tired. You only cut the grass. You better start 
exercising.” I just smiled nervously and she must have picked up on it, 
combined with my behavior the past two days. “Is something wrong? You’ve 
been acting kind of weird the past few days.” 

“No, why?” 

“I don’t know. Its just that you’ve been looking at me funny.” She took 
a casual glance down her toned body. 

I don’t know what made me pursue it, but I did. “I saw you the other 
day. With Jane.” 

“You saw that!!” 

“I did. You handled her pretty good, considering she’s so much bigger 
than you.” 

“She started it. I just had to show her not to mess with me. That goes 
for you too brother.” She poked me rather hard in the chest. “I don’t 
want you telling mom and dad. They’re good friends with Jane’s parents 
and I don’t want anyone finding out.” 

I was a little taken back by her tone with me, bossing me as it were. 
Come to think of it, she’d been doing that a lot lately. Asking or 
telling me to do things for her. Chores and things. “Listen Lisa, if I 
think mom and dad should know, I’m going to tell them.” 

“No you wont big brother, because otherwise, I’ll have to give you the 
same treatment I gave Jane. And then I’ll tell your whole school how I 
beat up my big brother.” 

“Come on sis, wrestling Jane is one thing, but I’ve got 40 pounds on 
you. May be more. No way you could do that to me.” 

“Oh, care to put your muscle where your mouth is.” 

“You can’t be serious.” 

She stood up and walked over to the flat ground where her and Lisa had 
wrestled. “I’m very serious. I’ll beat you easy.” 

I watched her, and couldn’t believe that I was going to wrestle my 14-
year-old sister. I walked over to her. I had a clear height, weight, and 
reach advantage. I also presumed to be stronger by a good deal. I was 
confident this would make up for her superior conditioning and 
quickness. 

We faced off and she said, “A submission or pin wins.” 

I tentatively reached for her and she quickly grabbed my arm. I was 
immediately surprised at her quickness and the strength of her grip. 
With all my might, I pulled my wrist free. She just sort of smiled at 
me. I decided my size would best be used if I could get her to the 
ground so I just charged her. We grappled and she put her arms around my 
midsection. I bent over and lifted her leg from the calf. Her muscle was 
extremely hard in my hand. I lifted her leg up and pushed her backwards 
on to her back. She was almost light in my hands, but her body didn’t 
give an inch. I furiously tried to pin her shoulders and arms to the 
ground, but she kept squirming and twisting. I felt her legs surround me 
as she had Jane. I almost had her shoulders pinned when she pushed up 
with her right shoulder throwing me off balance. I landed on my side and 
she tightened her thighs around me. I felt the wind rush out as she 
squeezed my chest. I was fortunate to have bend my knee up to my stomach 
and this was somewhat offsetting her scissors. I felt ridiculous that I 
couldn’t control my little sister. She seemed so small. 

I got my hand inside her legs and with my knee, kept her from completely 
squeezing me. We stayed like this for a while. I couldn’t really escape, 
but I was clearly losing. I had to get out from her legs or it would be 
over soon. I pushed against her as hard as I could. I held up the 
pressure, hoping she’d tire. I was rewarded when her ankles unlocked and 
I felt the freedom to be able to breath again. 

I scampered out as fast as I could and moved to her side. Keeping her 
down, I laid over her upper body from the side, at a right angle. I 
wanted to keep away from those thighs. I had her almost flat and was 
about to finish her. I had her left arm pinned below my knee and had 
secured the other. I lowered my full weight on top of her. Her shoulders 
lowered and were only inches from the pin. I reached with my left arm to 
her right to pin it down. However, she quickly grabbed my wrist and 
actually forced my arm back. I saw her biceps flex as she bent my arm 
behind my back. She continued the move, rolling up me pushing me off of 
her. My arm hurt as she twisted it behind me, further pushing me 
backwards. I released her other arm and stopped trying to pin her so I 
could get my arm free. After she was out from under me, I broke my arm 
free from her grip by slamming myself down. However, in doing so, I 
played right into her trap. She was perfectly positioned over me know 
and quickly mover her young legs around my head. I quickly got my hands 
inside as she tightened them. She laid on her side, with her face 
against my back. I felt her breathing on my bare skin as my T-shirt had 
pulled up. My hands and forearms pushed fruitlessly against her powerful 
thighs as she scissord me. 

With all the strength I had, I tried to prevent her legs from squeezing 
my head. She reached from behind me, and methodically pulled at my arms. 
First the left, then the right. She wrapped her arm around me, actually 
holding my left arm pinned to my side while her delicate little hand had 
a vice like grip on my right arm. Her leg muscles constricted and she 
lock her ankles. I was dizzy from the pain as she squeezed my head. “I 
think that’s about it big brother. I suggest you give up now, or this 
will get really hard for you.” 

She was right. I couldn’t escape ever if I did have my hands, which I 
didn’t. Her ankles where locked and her 14 year old girl body easily out 
muscled and controlled my larger 17 year old frame. I managed to yell a 
muffled “I give,” from between her shapely thighs. She relaxed them, but 
kept them in place until I actually lifted her muscled limb from my 
neck. She propped her face up on one arm as I sat up and tried to 
recover. Even not, her biceps on her bent arm had a terrific definition 
and toneness. 

I was completely humiliated and couldn’t lift my head. “Its ok Mike,” I 
heard her say from behind. “You don’t think I’d challenge you if I 
wasn’t sure I’d win, do you. I know its hard for you, but now you’ll at 
least have know question of whether or not I’m superior. And I’ll have 
no fear of you telling mom and dad. Because if you do, I just may have 
to repeat this performance for all your friends at school.” 

She quickly got up and jogged into the house as I sat there with my head 
in my hands. 


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