sisters
by brooksie   brooksie@pacificcoast.net
My girlfriend's sister teaches me a lesson


I was pretty excited driving over to my girlfriend Lisa's place. Her older
sister Tammy was visiting from California, where she had moved several years
ago to pursue a career as a professional bodybuilder. I had a not-so-secret
passion for muscular women, which is what attracted me to Lisa in the
firstplace. She had a background in gymnastics and track and her legs were
fantastic. But every compliment I ever gave her elicited the same response:
"you should see my sister, Tammy." Well tonight I was going to do just that.
My mind was racing with possible ways I could get her to do some posing
without seeming too obvious. I didn't want to risk offending Lisa, although I
have to admit, she did seem quite proud of her sister whenever she spoke of
her.

Lisa and I were both good cooks and we had promised her sister a gourmet
feast. She let me into the building and when I knocked on the apartment door
it was Tammy who opened it. She was wearing Lisa's bathrobe and was slightly
shorter than her sister. She was blonde and her thick hair was pulled into a
ponytail. I could see that her shoulders were broad and thick.

"Hi, you must be Rob", she said, "Nice to meet you."

She reached out to shake my hand and I was struck by how firm her grip was.
She didn't squeeze my hand or anything like that, just a strong, confident
handshake. Lisa called out from the kitchen asking if I'd brought the
remaining ingredients we needed. I took the groceries and wine in and asked if
she needed any help.

"Are you going to take a shower, Tam?", she asked.

"Uh huh," came the reply.

"Are you hungry?"

"Famished," Tammy said enthusiastically, as she headed for the bathroom.

"OK, let's get cooking," Lisa said.

She had already made the salad and had done quite a bit of preparation so
dinner was nearly ready when Tammy emerged from the bedroom. She was wearing a
baggy track suit which hid her shape beneath it and I felt a surge of
disappointment. I was dying to see this girl's body up close. I tried to put
the thought out of my mind as I poured us some wine and we sat out on Lisa's
balcony enjoying the view. I didn't know if Tammy drank or not, but she said
she'd have a glass.

"I don't drink when I'm getting ready for a contest but the rest of the time I
like wine and I have weakness for dark English ales," she told me.

That was interesting. I shared her taste in beer and we began talking about
some of our favourite brands. We agreed that one very good beer beat a
six-pack of domestic crap anytime.

"Besides," Lisa cracked, "Tammy has her own built in six-pack."

I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. Tammy smiled shyly, stood and lifted up
the jacket of her track suit. I seen nice abs before...Lisa's, for instance
and a lot of the women at the gym I went to, but nothing like this. It was
like her stomach was a jigsaw puzzle, with each section clearly defined by
deep, hard ridges. Lisa asked me to help her set the table and a few minutes
later we sat down to eat. It was a wonderful meal of fresh red snapper and
rice pilaf and Tammy raved about how good it was. We decided to take a walk
afterwards to help us digest and returned about an hour later with strawberry
tarts for dessert. Lisa disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee. Tammy and
I sat down on the couch and I began to ask about her bodybuilding career. She
started describing her training schedule which included four hours of gym
time, an hour running, a morning swim and various other activities. I was
incredulous and asked "When do you work?"

"Oh I don't have a job. I work a bit as a personal trainer, do a little
modeling for fitness products, health clubs and stuff like that and
occasionally win some prize money from contests. But I make the bulk of my
income from video work."

"What, like music videos" I asked.

"No" she laughed, "I work for a company that makes wrestling videos."

"Yeah" Lisa said, bringing in the coffee "Tammy kicks butt."

Now my interest was really piqued. "You wrestle? You mean with other girls?"

"Well to tell the truth, I mostly wrestle men now. Not many of the girls can
give me a decent match and there's more money in wrestling guys, especially
when I win, which I ususally do," she said, taking a sip of coffee.

"You mean they let you beat them?"

I guess I must have sounded a little doubtful and she shot me an angry look.

"These aren't those fake slap and tickle videos with a bunch of big-boobed
bimbos running around. We train with a top college coach and are serious,
competitive athletes. I've wrestled some pretty tough opponents, including
guys who wrestled in school. I even beat a guy who was an ex-state champion."

"Really?" I said dubiously.

Tammy glanced at Lisa who smiled back at her and gave a little nod.

"OK Rob, if you don't think these videos are real how about giving me a chance
to change your mind. There's enough room here if we move a few things out of
the way. Are you up for a match?"

I didn't know what to say and looked at Lisa, who was still smiling.

"Go ahead," she said "Give it a try."

I told Tammy "OK, you're on," and she smirked at me.

"Great. It'll be fun. At least it will be for me."

Lisa started to giggle. I had a quick flash of doubt and wondered it I should
call it off. But the two sisters had already started moving the couch and
chair back. They put the coffee and end tables in the dining area and picked
up a few cd's video tapes that were scattered around the floor. Tammy went
into the bedroom to change and I stripped down to my underwear. I wanted to
ask Lisa if this was a good idea. After all, I liked Tammy and didn't want
things to get out of hand. But she had gone to the bathroom, saying she didn't
want to miss any of the action and I was left standing in her living room
alone, in my underwear, waiting to have a wrestling match with her sister. It
was was strange feeling. I mean, I had was excited about seeing Tammy's body
but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I heard the toilet flush but when
Lisa came out of the bathroom she went straight into the bedroom. About a
minute later she emerged with her sister behind her. Lisa sat down on the
couch and I was left face to face with Tammy. She was wearing a very brief
pair of bikini bottoms, not quite a g-string but close, and a sort of sports
bra-type top. I had seen pictures, lots of pictures of female bodybuilders and
a few competitions on TV but standing in front of a real live one was
something completely different. Tammy was beyond my imagination. As I
mentioned earlier, she was slightly shorter than Lisa, about 5' 6" or 5' 7". I
estimated her weight at about 150lbs, which turned out to be ten pounds light.
Every inch of her was muscle from her wide, powerful shoulders with their
thick caps of muscle to her calves which had to be easily 18 rock-hard inches.
Her body swept in dramatically at her waist and flared out again at her quads,
which simply rippled with muscle. I was stunned. I was in good shape, with a
pretty decent upper body but couldn't even begin to compare with Tammy. She
raised her arms into a double biceps pose and I stared open-mouthed, not only
at their size, but at how all the minor, secondary muscles showed. Big biceps
were one thing but her arm was completely muscle - every inch of it from the
wrist to her shoulder. My arms were my best feature but she had beat in that
department. Leg-wise there was no comparison. My legs were long and thin but
Tammy's were like those of a cartoon superhero. I couldn't even speak and was
so mesmerized that I didn't notice Lisa come up beside me until she touched me
under my jaw, gently closing my mouth. This made both her and Tammy laugh and
even I had to smile at my dumbfounded state.

"I take it you're impressed?" inquired Tammy.

I tried to say "Wow" but the word caught in my throat. It came out
"W...wo...wow!" Lisa giggled again and asked me if I still wanted to wrestle
with her sister.

"Come on", said Tammy "I promise not to hurt you...too bad."

We agreed to wrestle under the rules used for most of Tammy's matches. No
punching, slapping, kicking, scratching or biting. Best three out of five,
submissions only.

"I like to hear my opponents give up," Tammy said confidently, "It's much more
satisfying that way."

She began stretching her arms and rolling her shoulders as she went to the
center of the room. I did the same and after 30 seconds or so she said
"Ready?"

I glanced quickly at Lisa who had a look on her face I couldn't quite read but
if I had to write a thought balloon over her head, the caption would probably
read "It's your funeral." Not exactly the inspiration I was looking for from
my girlfriend. We circled a bit and then lunged at each other. Tammy reached
between my outstretched arms and simply locked her hands behind my head. She
was tremendously strong and well balanced and I stumbled forward into her
arms. She turned her grip into a reverse headlock and, with my neck bent down,
she put her other arm around my waist lifted me up and over and slammed me
onto my back. I tried to roll onto my stomach and we grappled around on the
floor, with me on the defensive. She got a half nelson on me and used it to
turn me onto my back. She was on my left side, with one arm around my neck.
She quickly shot the other one around my right knee and pulled me into a
cradle hold. She scissored my left leg and cinched the hold up tight. I tried
to struggle out of it but my left arm was caught between hers and she had me
rolled slightly to the side so my right arm was trapped beneath my own
bodyweight. It was a completely immobizing hold, masterfully applied and I was
helpless.

"I love using this hold because it's so overpowering," I heard to say to Lisa.

"There's no escape and eventually the ab muscles start to cramp and get really
sore. We'll see how long Robbie here can last."

With that she applied more pressure and folded me up tighter. My legs were
being streched painfully and I began to feel the abdominal cramps she had
mentioned.

"Might as well give up Rob," I heard Lisa say, "She's got you."

Tammy turned her shoulder lifting my left leg even higher off the floor,
meanwhile the scissor was causing my right leg to go numb. What was worse is
that I couldn't move at all. There was no struggling because I had nothing to
struggle with.

"Give?" Tammy asked.

My face was flushed and red and not just from the hold she had me in. I had
been beaten easily with Tammy in charge the whole time. She wasn't even
straining as she help me helpless. Again she asked for my submission and this
time I said yes.

"Oh no, that's not how it works. You have to say the words. Say it!" she
commanded.

"I give up."

She released the hold and I lay on my back, waiting for my circulation to
return to my leg and my abdominals to uncramp. Lisa jumped up and raised
Tammy's arm.

"The winner of the first fall...Tammy!"

She seemed delighted with her sister's victory. I slowly rolled over onto my
stomach and hesitatingly looked over at Lisa. She giggled and said "What are
you looking so embarrassed about? I didn't expect you to beat Tammy. She's
awesome."

It slowly began to dawn on me that this whole thing seemed like a set up, as
if had been planned in advance. I didn't have much time to think about it as
Tammy was already bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, waiting for
me.

"Come on Robbie, let's get it on."

I took a sip of water and stalled for time. How was I going to beat this
powerhouse of a woman? She was strong, skilled and supremely confident. I
slowly walked over to the center of the room and decided to go for broke. I
dove at her, driving my shoulder into her stomach. She barely budged and
simply pushed me down to the floor. She then took hold of my right wrist and
pulled my arm up straight trapping it into an armbar. She then placed one knee
on my neck and poured on the pressure. My arm felt like it was going to snap
and I submitted instantly. She released my arm and rolled me on to my stomach.
She then sat down heavily on my chest and forced my arms down to the floor,
pinning them in place with her knees.

"How's that for power?" she gloated.

I tried bucking her off but she had her weight perfectly placed and I could
hardly even move her. She looked down at me to make sure I was watching and
then flexed her mighty arms. She brought first her left bicep to her lips and
kissed it, then did the same with her right in an erotic display of sensual
female domination. Then Tammy stood and placed her foot on my chest as Lisa
came over and raised her arm again.

"Winner of the second fall, my beautiful sister, Tammy! That was incredible,
Tam. You beat him in less than 20 seconds," Lisa gushed.

The two sisters began discussing holds and wrestling strategy, leaving me
lying on the floor wondering what was going on. Eventually Lisa came over and
knelt down beside me. She helped me into a sitting position and offered me a
bottle of water.

"Here, drink some of this while I massage your shoulder."

After a few minutes Tammy called over,"Come on Robbie, rest period's up." I
stood up still rubbing my sore shoulder. Tammy smiled at me and said, "Still
think my videos are fake?"

She didn't need an answer, my face said it all.

"Don't look so scared," teased Lisa, "you'll get her this round."

Both girls convulsed in laughter and I felt my face turn red again. Tammy and
I faced each other again and this time she leapt at me. She quickly threw me
to the floor and slid her legs around my waist, controlling my near arm with a
wrist lock. I could reach her ankles with my other arm but had no hope of
unlocking them. She then called Lisa over and began explaining how to properly
apply the hold. Not waiting for a submission she then rolled and top of me and
wrapped her legs around mine in a grapevine. She showed Lisa how to combine
the hold with a reverse headlock or a breast smother. After that she just put
on a wrestling clinic, moving easily from one hold to another, telling her
sister what she was doing in a calm, even voice. She moved so fast and
confidently and had such overwhelming strength that I could mount no defense.
Eventually she asked Lisa if it was time to end the fall and put me out of my
misery.

"I've got one more hold I want to show you.

"Don't hurt him too badly" Lisa said gently "I think he's learned his lesson."

"Alright", said Tammy "here goes."

She slid between my legs and locked her hands together under my knees. Then
she stood up and said to Lisa, "Make sure you've got your hands locked
properly first, the flip him over and turn around at the same time, like
this."

She stepped over my back and squatted down.

"This is called a Boston Crab and it usually gets a quick submission."

With that, she sat all the way down onto my lower back and I felt a sharp pain
shoot up my spine. This time I screamed for mercy,

"I give, please stop. Mercy, you win. Please let me go."

Tammy let my legs flop to the floor.

"Wow, what a hold. You had him begging," said Lisa admiringly. "I've got to
learn that one."

By now I knew what was happening. This was a demonstration for my girlfriend's
benefit. I thought I should be mad, but somehow that wasn't the feeling I had.
Being held powerless in Tammy's strong arms and legs had excited me in a way I
couldn't have imagined. I felt both sisters place their arms under me and lift
me to my feet. They gently sat me down on the couch.

"I hope you're not mad," said Lisa quietly "but I really want to learn to
wrestle. Tammy is going to teach me and set up a weight training program. But
I'll need someone to practice with and I was hoping that could be you. You
don't have to answer now, just lie back and think about it."

I felt her tongue begin nibbling my ear and an instant later, another nibble
on my other ear. Then both sisters started whispering seductively, "I love
wrestling with strong women. I want to wrestle a stong woman."

They started giggling and pulled me to my feet. They supported me by putting
my arms around their shoulders me and walked me towards the bedroom.

End of Part One