Peg and Jason
By: Beaten Man   replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Old  siblings are new rivals in a sexually charged battle


My older brother John has always told me, when you have a problem, when
something is bothering you, write about it. He says when you do that and then
read it back to yourself you'll always find the answer right in front of you.
I sure hope he's right because I'm going to follow his advise and write about
something that is really gnawing at my innards. The trouble is I'd die of
shame if he or any of my other brothers ever got wind of what it is I'm
writing about.. They would think I'm some sort of pervert, I'd be the family
outcast. And if my sister found out I was writing... well that's just too
embarrassing to even contemplate.

So do me a favor guys, if any of you ever come across my brother John or my
sister Peg, keep what you read here to yourself. Especially Peg because this
concerns her. Please, don't think me a bad guy, I'm really not. I'm just a
little hot headed and more than a little sexually frustrated. I really
couldn't help myself.

Well I guess by now you're all totally confused, so let me start over again.
My name is Jason Roberts. You don't know me but you do know my brother John
and my sister Peg. Peg has fought a couple of boxing matches with her husband
Ray and I understand John wrote about them and published the stories here.
John has nothing to do with this, but Peg, she has everything to do with it.

I am 36 years old and I'm going through a long divorce, that's where the
sexually frustrated part comes in. My wife and I have been separated for over
a year and our marriage was rocky for years before that. Sex has been a rarity
for me over the past five years.

It's not that I can't find women, hell they're all around, it's just that I
really don't want to get involved. I'm just not ready. Physically, woman find
me attractive. I stand six feet one inch tall and I weigh a rock solid 220
pounds. Like all the members of my family I am big boned and broad, I stay in
shape with regular visits to the gym and I share my families devotion to daily
exercise. I haven't lost any of my brown hair yet and I don't wear glasses on
my brown eyes. Though I box regularly my face is unmarked so I still make a
better than decent appearance.

Since my wife and I separated my friends have tried to fix me up on several
dates but I just couldn't seem to let my guard down and relax. I was too
distrustful of women to allow any to get close enough for the intimacy that
might lead to sex. Even some of the women that I knew casually during my
married days actively began pursuing me when the news of my marriage's
break-up began to circulate. I wasn't interested in them either and just made
up one excuse or the other to avoid getting involved with any of them.

The loneliness and depression was starting to get to me. I needed to get away
and be around people that I could relax with. My sister Peg and her husband
Ray live on Florida's west coast, not to far from where my brother John lives.
I made arrangements to fly down to Florida and spend a few weeks at Peg's
house. A little sun and some family contact might be just what the doctored
ordered.

Peg and I were never close growing up. She was twelve years older than me and
out of our house by the time I was twelve. Since then I have only seen at her
at infrequent family get togethers at my parents home in Denver. Being so much
older than me she was more like a second mother than a sister, always nagging
me to pick up my clothes, do my home work, or clean my room, In return I
mostly just annoyed her, harassing her friends and dates and teasing her, like
all little brothers do. I can still remember her begging my father to let me
step into our backyard boxing ring with her so she could teach me some
manners. Of course he would never allow it, she had to content herself by
taking out her frustrations on our oldest brother Pete.

I used to watch the two of them box in our backyard all the time. I would wish
I was the older one so it could be me instead of Pete mixing it up with her.
It would to drive me crazy seeing her beat his ass time after time. Jeremy,
John and I would take bets as to which one of us would grow up fast enough to
challenge her and reclaim the male honor of our family. We all believed we
could do a better job than our overweight, non athletic older brother. Of
course none of us ever did grow up fast enough, we just wound up beating the
stuffing out of each other in what my father used to refer to as the real
fights. It would make Peg crazy that my father would tell her how lucky she
was that the boys who "really could fight" as he put weren't old enough to
challenge her. She always felt he didn't give her enough credit for more than
holding her own in matches against the much larger Pete.

In the days leading up to my trip I thought often of my childhood memories and
what it would be like to get to know my sister again now that we were both
adults. I was really looking forward to the trip and the days couldn't roll by
fast enough to suit me.

At last the day arrived. I hopped an early morning flight and Ray picked me up
at the Ft. Myer's airport about 2:00 PM that afternoon. By three we were all
sitting around their living room and catching up on each other. At last I was
with people I could relax around. I felt great.

Peg Looked fantastic for a women of 48, hell she looked fantastic for a women
of 28. Her heavy physical regimen had her up to a tight 155 pounds on her
solid, shapely five foot seven inch body. Her legs, tight from daily road
work, were firm and sturdy yet still shapely looking, like they belonged to a
twenty four year old woman. I know it's not appropriate for me to have
noticed, but she'd done a marvelous job of maintaining her still seductive 36
24 36 figure. She was a little broad for a woman, we are just a big boned
family, but her hips were round and smooth and her ass looked like Jlo's. Her
tits were really firm looking, Ray was constantly grabbing at them and I had a
hard time pretending not to notice. She'd cut her hair pretty short and now
wore a neat layered cut that came down just to the bottom of her neck. She
hardly wears any make up and yet her face looks smooth and unlined. her big
brown eyes are still sparkling and clear. The Florida sun kept her color a
nice bronze and only the few lines around the corners of her mouth and eyes
belied her true age. Like I said she's in fantastic shape for a 48 year old
woman.

The two of them did a pretty good job of keeping me busy the first few days I
was there. We went to see John twice and went to some area attractions. On the
fourth day Ray and John left together for a three day business trip leaving
Peg and I alone for the long weekend. We'd been so busy since I'd arrived that
we really hadn't had a chance to get reacquainted, we decided to just chill
out and see what we had in common.

Things started out pretty good. Peg and I played a couple of spirited games of
tennis at the neighborhood courts and then spent a couple of hours at the
beach. I got a real kick watching some of the younger guys ogling my 48 year
old sister in her appropriately modest bikini. They'd double take at her
muscular arms and then her tits would keep their attention. She never seemed
to notice them eyeing her.

After the beach we grabbed lunch at a seafood restaurant nearby and by two
that afternoon we were back at the house. Peg excused herself for a quick
shower and while she was gone I rummaged around looking for the family photo
albums. By the time she emerged from her room wearing a terry cloth robe with
a towel wrapped around her wet hair I had the albums laid out on the table and
a pot of coffee made and waiting. "Time for a trip down memory lane" I said as
she joined me in the living room.

I was a little surprised when she said she'd rather spend our time together
talking about the recent past rather than hashing up the distant one. It
turned out that growing up the only girl in a family with four boys was not
the happiest time of her life. She was always burdened with household chores
and forced to spend her time caring for the three youngest boys. That group
included me. In fact she considered me, as the youngest, to have been the
biggest burden. She even told me that the reason her and Pete argued so often,
and consequently wound up in dad's backyard boxing ring to settle the
disputes, was her anger over him getting away without ever having to help out
either with the housework or with us even though he was a year older than her.
She thought it unfair that he was allowed to skate just because he was a male.
And she was still hurt that Dad had never taken her victories over Pete in
those matches seriously, insisting the real fighters in the family were the
younger boys. That in spite of the fact that it was her who taught all three
of us how to box.

Since she didn't want to talk about childhood memories we took turns filling
each other in on what we'd been doing lately. I talked about the circumstances
leading up to my pending divorce, of how my wife refused to give up her career
so that we could start a family. Peg talked about how Ray and her had
refreshed their 25 year old marriage with what started out as a challenge from
her to him, and then developed into a hobby that they both now shared.

She explained how Ray had given up taking care of himself and of how she'd
used the boxing skills she'd learned as a youngster to teach him a lesson.
She'd bet him he couldn't go ten rounds with her. When he took her up on her
challenge she'd worn him down over six tough rounds and then knocked him out.
The lesson had worked so well that Ray threw himself into getting his nearly
50 year old body back into shape. She'd been training right alongside him and
now the two of them were both in the best shape of their lives. Now they were
active participants in an amateur boxing program that had them training and
sparring three times a week.

I made the mistake of comparing the recent situation with Ray to her childhood
bouts with Pete. When she asked me how the two totally different situations
compared I told her that in both cases she was able to prevail physically, and
thus win her point, because of the short comings of her opponents. Of course
she immediately wanted to know what those shortcomings were.

"In Pete's case", I began, "you had the typical gentle giant, large but
totally non aggressive, he was so passive and slow that he just walked around
the ring while you pounded out your frustrations on him". I told her about how
the three of us younger boys used to wish it was us in there with her instead
of Pete. How we all thought we could have done a much better job..

Then I compared that to Ray. "In Ray you had an old man that was out of shape
you could pound out your frustrations on". I honestly didn't mean the remarks
as an insult, I was just struck by certain similarities and was stupid enough
not to choose my words more carefully. The "old man" remark really pissed Peg
off.

"That old man, as you call him, is only two years older than me" she
practically yelled. " Do you think I'm an old woman? And another thing, that
old man could still kick your ass."

I tried to defuse her anger and managed to stick my foot in my mouth again. "
I didn't mean to knock Ray, he's a great guy, but he is obviously getting up
there. Be real, he couldn't even handle you, how the hell would he kick my
ass. You took him out in one round last summer, after he was back in shape,
doesn't that indicate to you that age is catching up to him?"

Rather than helping, my comments just made her angrier. "Did it ever occur to
you that I won because I'm that good and not because he's slipping as you put
it? My being good doesn't make him any less effective against other people. .
He was runner up in a national tournament just last year, I repeat, he'd kick
your ass.."

Instead of dropping the matter I foolishly kept both my feet firmly in my
mouth. "If he wasn't good enough for you, regardless of what your skill level
may be, How in the world could he handle me" That was the next dumb sentence
that fell from my now uncontrollably flapping lips. Reading that sentence back
now I can certainly see how she would take that as an insult.

"What do you mean?' she said. Her voice was less loud but somehow seemed even
angrier, and her eyes grew narrow as she looked at me. "When did you suddenly
become the measure of strength and skill in this family?" By then she was
standing and looked madder than a hornet.

"Easy Peg, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure Jeremy or John could just as
easily be those measures in our family." I said in and attempt to calm her.

I was thinking she was angered over some sort of perceived arrogance on my
part. But what she really was mad about was my willingness to dismiss her
accomplishments as flukes because she was a female. She was furious that I
took her so lightly. I understand that now, but at the time I didn't, so
consequently my feet were jammed so deeply in my mouth I would've needed to
yawn in order to cut my toe nails. She practically exploded before the words
were even out of my foolish face.

"You were a brat as a kid and now you're a brat as an adult. Anytime you think
you're man enough you can come on down to the Y and step into the ring with
me. Then when I'm done showing you who it is that's the measure in this family
Ray can scoop you up in a dust pan, put you back together again, and then show
you how much he's slipped."

"I'm not going to box with my middle aged sister or brother in law, both of
whom I admire and think are fantastic people by the way, over something so
stupid and trivial as that. Can't we please just start over and pretend I
never said anything about Ray being old? I feel like I've insulted you in your
own home and if I did I apologize." I could see her anger and I was
desperately trying to back track and defuse the situation. But I just kept
using the wrong words. She got even angrier. It was like I had touched a nerve
in her that went back to her childhood.

She really tore into me after my attempted apology "You think I'm mad because
you refer to us as middle aged? That's what we are, and damn proud of it. I'm
mad because you somehow think that disqualifies us from being physically fit.
I'm mad because you think that my being a female makes me somehow less than
you men. If you had treated your wife as an equal instead of trying to impose
your will on her you probably wouldn't be standing here now pissing me off.
God, I wish dad would have let me teach you some manners when you were a kid.
You might have been a better man for it today."

The remark about my marriage stung and her rejection of my apology hurt. I got
a little mad myself. "You're just mad that you never got the chance to bully
us like you did Pete. Don't delude yourself that pushing around some fat, weak
kid when you were a teenager changes the rules of nature. I can't help it if
you were born a female and I was born a male. It's not my fault you got stuck
with the short straw."

If I ever could take back something I said, that last sentence would be it. I
was totally unprepared for her response. I don't think she knew what she was
doing at the time or even gave it any thought. But it had a profound effect on
me that has turned my life upside down in more ways than one.

She literally went nuts. She ripped off her robe and the towel that was on her
head, then said "Right now, you and me. Let's go, On your feet". She
practically barked the words at me.

She was standing right in front of me wearing nothing but a tiny pair of
panties. She was so mad that she was totally unaware of how she was dressed.
The problem was - I wasn't.

I am totally ashamed to admit it but I couldn't help staring at her. She may
be my sister but she is also one fantastic looking physical specimen, even if
she is 48. In the first place her arms and legs are so well toned and muscled
that she has an almost animalistic look of athleticism about her. I could
easily see how Pete and even Ray would have had their hands full with her.

In the second place her feminine attributes are as lush as any you'll ever
see. Her tits, ass and hips are as round , full and firm as they come. Her
face is not that of a beauty queen, she is attractive in the average girl next
door type of way, but that only tends to make her body that much more
appealing. It makes her look earthier and like more of a real woman. Someone
you would want to roll around in the oil with rather than put up on a
pedestal.

Her tits were pointing right at me, heaving up and down just above my seated
head. It was all I could do not to reach out and grab them, The desire to lick
the nipples that were stiffening right in front of my eyes was overwhelming. I
don't know where I got the self control not to. I know I sure wished I
could've been rolling around in that oil with her though. The sight of her had
me instantly hot and bothered. I was fighting to control myself and ashamed of
what I was feeling.

I was confused and stammering , I kept saying the right things in the wrong
way. "I am not going to beat up my sister in her home, this is crazy" I
stuttered the sentence and fought to keep my eyes locked on hers and not allow
them to wander over her body. I controlled my eyes but my dick was beginning
to bob around in my bathing suit briefs like a cork in a storm as it stiffened
in spite of my efforts. 'Please calm down before you get hurt" I added
stupidly.

My attempts to calm her just threw her into a rage. " Get up you chauvinistic
coward" she yelled. "I'm going to teach you what I should have taught you when
you were a bratty kid, Dad isn't here to stop me this time. You're going to
get what you should have gotten twenty five years ago."

Now I was mad as well as horny. I stood up and told her to get out of my face
before she pushed me too far. She took my warning as an acceptance of her
challenge rather than an attempt to decline it and she jabbed sharply at my
nose with her bare fist.

I was dumbfounded, I wanted to hold her not hit her, but It stung like hell so
I put up my own hands instinctively without even thinking. She backed up to
the middle of the large room and said "Come on, let's see if you can back up
that big mouth." She was standing with her fists in front of her chest looking
like the feminine version of a movie poster for Fight Club. Bare chested and
bare knuckled.

I started to stutter something about there being no need for us to fight. I
got as far as "I, uh, I uh," when she cut me off and said, "Come on, I've been
waiting a long time for this." Those words made me realize that it wasn't just
anger at my stupid remarks that was motivating Peg. They were just the excuse
that got her mad enough to act. She wanted to exorcize some old demons.

For what happened next I can only offer the excuse that she wasn't giving me
any chance to reason with her. I decided to teach her a lesson. She wasn't a
woman facing a child or a fat kid now, I was a well conditioned man with a
decent background in self defense. I felt a bit foolish about hitting her
considering I was six inches taller and outweighed her by sixty five pounds
but I reasoned that she was leaving me no choice. I decided the best thing to
do was give her a quick shot and put her craziness to rest. Then maybe we
could go back to square one and start over again.

Besides, I was mad that she was talking to me like a ten year old child. She
wanted a "school yard fight" .well I was just the man to give it to her. I
moved out to face her saying, It's your funeral, just remember you asked for
this".

She was licking her lips in anticipation as I approached her.

I knew that she knew how to box, I didn't just walk up to her with my hands at
my side. My fists were up and ready to take her to school. School must have
been in Summer Recess that afternoon. I can only describe the next minute as
total humiliation. It was like a talented professional against a rank amateur.
I don't know what they teach at the YMCA but whatever it is it's lethal. She
gave me a boxing lesson I won't soon forget. That still doesn't excuse what I
did afterward, but I do offer it as a mitigating circumstance.

I simply was no match for her. Her skills were fantastic, she stayed right in
front of me bobbing and weaving, throwing punches from every conceivable
angle. Her punches were short and accurate, packing incredible power
considering her size. I couldn't land anything to her head. She kept her hands
high to protect it and it always was a moving target. She either slipped,
ducked under or blocked every punch I threw at her head. When she did she
would fire two and three punch combinations back at me and every single one
would land. I could hit her stomach but doing so was a waste of time. It
didn't even appear like she felt the punches there and each time I landed one
she countered to my face with a sharp left hook or overhand right. Her hand
speed was phenomenal, I couldn't even see the punches coming, they just
suddenly exploded on my face or body. All I saw was her bouncing tits as she
pounded me.

From my first missed punch to her last uppercut it was a quick slaughter. I
threw a left to start things that she eluded and then countered with a quick
right that caught my eye. I tried hooking with my own right and she ducked
under it firing rapid punches into my stomach and solar plexus. As I lowered
my hands slightly she tagged my chin with a left uppercut and then my jaw with
a right cross. I was already staggered but still tried a left and a right into
her stomach. It was like punching a concrete umbrella stand. She ignored my
body shots and fired back into my middle doubling me over. As I doubled over
she met my chin with another uppercut that send me crashing back over the
coffee table and on to the sofa, flat on my back. She strolled up to sofa and
told me "get up" as she towered over me.

I had never been hit that hard nor ever faced that kind of skill and speed, I
was completely out classed and over matched. My size meant nothing and if
anything was a disadvantage. If Ray could go more than a round with her he had
my respect, I knew I couldn't. She suddenly looked invincible to me as she
stood there with her breasts heaving and her biceps pumped from the activity.
Her lethal fists were balled up and ready to continue the mismatch. But I was
done playing by her rules.

I didn't know much about wrestling, but neither did she. I reasoned If I could
get my hands on her and take her to the ground I could make this into a test
of strength rather than boxing skills. I was desperate to show her that she
wasn't dealing with a child, I was remembering how I used to wish that I could
have the chance to be the one to dethrone Peg. I now had that chance and I
felt it slipping away. I was willing to use whatever means were necessary to
best my sister in a fight. I felt I had to prove that I was, at least,
stronger than her. In my desire to find a way to dominate her and make up for
my humiliation at being out punched in a matter of seconds I completely forgot
about the sexual effect the mere sight of her body had on me earlier. I would
be reminded soon enough.

I motioned for her to back off and let me get up off the sofa. As she did I
dove at her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I lifted her and fell
straight back with her in my grasp. She grabbed my head as we went down and we
landed facing each other on our sides with my arms around her waist and hers
around my head.

Her breast was right up against my cheek, the sweat now covering our bodies
made it slide around my face as we rolled over each other on the carpet. The
smell of her perfumed sweat and the firm suppleness of her breast contrasted
by the rock hard bicep around my head was overwhelmingly sensual. My dick
instantly sprang to full attention and pressed against her thigh, I moaned in
spite of myself.

Peg wasn't guilt free herself. Her complete dominance of me in the brief bare
knuckled brawl had her turned on too. Her already stiff nipple almost doubled
again in size as it responded to the feel of my face on it. I could feel the
dampness in her crotch as it pressed against my stomach. Both of us were
panting and snorting far harder than could be explained by the brief fight.
Her grunts of effort were interrupted by several sharp moans as we struggled.

I couldn't get any leverage on her and her headlock, combined with my arousal,
was making my brain foggy. I had to change our position before the nearness of
her strong body overcame my senses and I did something crazy. I forced myself
to my feet carrying her with me still squeezing my head. Once on my feet I had
the leverage to punch at her back and kidney. The kidney punch startled her
and I was able to pull my head out of her grasp. As I pulled out of the
headlock I slipped my arms under her shoulders from behind and then clasped my
fingers together behind her neck. I had her trapped in a full nelson.

She was struggling and bucking as I tried to force her back to the floor, her
round ass was sliding up and down against my swollen cock and I thought I
would lose my mind. I pressed down with all my might as she brought her arms
up to shoulder height and pressed her elbows forward. Slowly, inch by inch she
began powering out of the hold. I felt my fingers pulling apart as Peg's
powerful arms moved forward. With a final heave she broke my grip and stepped
away from me. She then turned to face me.

I knew how lethal her fists could be and I wasn't going to give her another
chance to show me. I grabbed both her hands with mine as we again met in the
center of her living room. Our fingers locked together and we began straining
against each other. She tried to bring our arms down so that she could get
leverage beneath me. I locked my elbows and shoulders to prevent our arms from
coming down and held fast. I tried to move closer to her to utilize my height
advantage and she pushed back to prevent that. We struggled against each other
with our muscles straining to their maximum. Slowly Peg began to over power me
and force me back towards the far wall.

I couldn't believe the raw power packed into her compact body, I was powerless
to stop her from pushing me back. She forced me back to the wall until I was
flat against it with my hands trapped in her grasp, stuck fast to the wall.
She moved forward until our bodies were touching again. My throbbing dick was
pressed against her stomach and her full breasts were mashed against my chest.
Her hard, swollen nipples were poking my ribs and her ear was pressed to my
lips. She rubbed her damp crotch on my thigh.

She was physically dominating me again and the experience was pushing us both
to a fever pitch of arousal. I breathed heavily in her ear and licked as I
did. She moaned and turned her face forward brushing her lips against mine. It
was my turn to moan as our tongues met and she pressed her body even harder
against me.

The forbidden kiss sent shock waves through me that I felt all the way to my
toes. My dick was threatening to rupture, I had never felt such desire for a
woman before. I screamed that I had to have her. She pulled her head back and
said "you can't" and began pushing down on my hands.

My wrists bent back and she began forcing me towards the floor. As I passed
her sweat drenched breasts I desperately licked at the stiifened nipples, she
moaned but kept pushing down. I sank all the way to my knees until I was
beneath her with my hands by my ears, practically on my shoulders. Her crotch
was right in front of my face and her animal smell of arousal made me berserk.
I pulled at her panties with my teeth and tried to force my tongue into her
soaking wet pussy.

Peg released my hands and pushed my face into her crotch, grinding herself
against my nose and mouth. "Who's stronger she demanded as she rubbed herself
on me. "You are" I mumbled as I pushed my face against her, When I could no
longer control myself, my dick poked out of the bottom of my bathing suit and
began squirting semen down my leg as though it was an artery pumping blood.
Suddenly her entire body stiffened and she screamed "oh god" at the top of her
lungs. A moment later she released my head and took a step back. Then she sat
on the floor facing me. I sat back off my knees and leaned against the wall
groaning as the semen continued to pump from me.

When I stopped leaking Peg said "we have to talk".

It was hard for me to meet her gaze, I was ashamed at both being beaten
physically by her and, of course, by the animal desire I had shown for her
body. Somehow I forced myself to look back at her. We began by apologizing to
each other. Her for reacting so violently to my innocent comments, and me for
both making the dumb remarks and trying to hit her. The second apology for
trying to hit her was met by a snicker.

We decided that our mutual passions were caused by factors that were far more
complex than simple desire. We each had issues from the past that had caused
us to react to one another in a most inappropriate fashion. It was not
feelings for each other that had gotten to us, but rather feelings against
each other that when combined with the close physical contact overwhelmed us.
Since nothing had actually occurred we agreed that it was best to just forget
the incident and keep it to ourselves.

When we had decided to put the bout and it's consequences behind us Peg said
there was one thing she had left to do. She stood and placed her foot on my
stomach raising her hands in a double bicep pose as she did. In as official a
sounding voice as she could manage she proclaimed "the winner and undisputed
Roberts family champion, in a decisive rout, the mighty Peg"

Her performance finally got us both to laugh and relax a bit. The truth of her
statement stung a bit but I couldn't argue with its veracity.

We were still a bit nervous around each other for the next couple of days
since we were alone together but we did manage to have a decent enough time.
The return of Ray and John put even that nervousness to rest and the rest of
the trip passed without incident. I cut the vacation short at two weeks,
insisting over their protests that I was still welcome that I had important
business to attend to. I returned home two weeks after arriving to attend to
my business.

I hadn't lied to them, I did have important business to attend to. In spite of
my good humor I have had a hard time dealing with my defeat at Peg's hand. My
sense of the proper physical relationship between men and women has been
turned upside down. Being around her reminds me of how easily she dominated
me. What's worse the memory continues to excite me. She may have been able to
put it out of her mind, I cannot. I had to get away.

And then there's the matter of Peg herself, I still want her. When I close my
eyes her body is right there. I can feel the hard swell of her biceps and
taste the salty sweat on her breasts. This is going to take time to fade, I
needed to be away so that I could get a little distance between her and my
memory of her. I am praying that it was the situation that got to me and not
the woman. I can't live with myself lusting after my sister.

Anyhow, that's my story. I've read it twice and I'm still not feeling any
better. I sure hope John knew what he was talking about. So far , if the
answer is here in front of me, it sure is well hidden.