Sisters Part Three
by brooksie  brooksie@pacificcoast.net
Lisa demonstrates her wrestling skills.


I awoke the next morning to find my beautiful Lisa fast asleep. I hit the
shower and when I peeked back into the bedroom, she was still slumbering so I
decided to make breakfast for us. I was just flipping the omelette when Lisa
stuck her head into the kitchen.

"Mmm, smells wonderful. Do I have time for a quick shower first?"

"Sure," I said "I'll keep everything warm. Go ahead."

We had a quiet breakfast, saying little, mostly gazing into each other's eyes
and basking in the warm glow of knowing we were more deeply in love than ever.

After we did the breakfast dishes, Lisa bounded into the living room and
called out to me. "So, are you going to help me practice for my rematch with
Amanda?"

I walked in and found her pulling four mats out the closet, which she piled up
on the floor.

"I bought these for our wrestling club." she smiled. "No one likes carpet
burns."

We cleared the furniture out of the way and she showed me how the mats
fastened together using velcro tabs. Each one folded out to 4 x 4 ft. Locked
together, they made an 8 x 8 surface. I stripped to my underwear and Lisa put
on a pair of lycra tights, cut very high at the thigh. We stepped onto the mat
and faced each other. God, she looked great...sexy and strong. I wanted to
jump her again right there.

"Don't judge me by that tape." Lisa told me. "I was a better wrestler even
back then but she was way ahead of me mentally. Before I could even think of
what to do, she was doing it. I've come a long way since then and you're going
to have to give it everything you've got. If you try to take it easy on me,
I'll wipe the floor with you."

I wanted to snicker but when I looked into her eyes, I saw them blazing with
determination. "If I get you between these," she said, pointing her toe and
flexing her leg muscles, "you're mine."

We circled around each other for a few seconds when she suddenly took hold of
my shoulders and stuck her leg in between mine. In one quick move she twisted
my upper body and sent me to the mat. I landed on my rear and Lisa simply
flung herself at me, knocking me onto my back. I held onto her arms, trying to
keep her from grabbing my wrists when I felt her feet slip under my calves and
come around overtop of my ankles. I had never seen the grapevine before, much
less felt it. Lisa's long legs were stretching mine wide apart, rendering my
lower body motionless. She flexed her thighs and made the hold really start to
hurt. Using the pain as a distraction, she jerked her arms free and crossed
her wrists. Then she jammed them under my chin and began pushing hard with her
arms. I reached up to try and pry her arms open but she had another surprise
waiting. She snatched my left wrist with her right hand and my right wrist
with her left. Then she pulled my own arms across my throat and leaned her
weight forward. I was completely helpless, with both my legs and arms under
Lisa's control.

"There," she said with satisfaction "that's got you pinned. Too bad this is
submission wrestling. You get out of this when you give. So, had enough? Ready
to give up?"

She sent another burst of power through her legs and pulled my arms even
tighter. I mumbled "I give" into my own elbow. She let me go and stood up. I
lay on my back, stretching my legs out while she bounced lightly on her feet,
waiting for me to recover.

"So, what do you think?" she beamed, "Pretty good, eh?"

Pretty good? It had taken her all of about two minutes to make me submit. I
figured I'd have to try harder and said "You surprised me that time. I'm ready
for you now."

"Good. Come on them, let's go." she challenged. I got to my feet and we faced
each other again. This time I was more cautious and managed to avoid her take
down attempts. I tried for a headlock but she ducked under my outstretched
arms and wrapped her own arms around my waist. She leaned into my chest and
squeezed, bending me slightly backwards and keeping me off balance. I pushed
down as hard as I could on her arms but they wouldn't budge. She hooked one
leg around the back of mine and pushed and we both tumbled to the mat. She
kept hold of me as we fell and drove her shoulder into my gut as we hit the
floor, knocking the wind out of me. Lisa shot one arm around my neck and the
other behind the knee of my near leg and brought me into a cradle pin, which
she secured by locking her fingers together. As she adjusted her position and
folded me tighter, I raised my other leg to relieve the pressure on my lower
back. Lisa took advantage of my mistake and released the cradle hold, catching
both my legs. She pulled my ankles forward and moved around behind me where
she was able to sit on the back of my legs, folding my knees into my chest.
She completed the hold by taking my wrists and stretching my arms out above my
head. Once again, she had control of all four of my limbs. We both knew she
could keep me in this position for as long as she wanted to. My stomach
muscles started to cramp up and again I was forced to submit to my girlfriend.

I was panting pretty hard, so Lisa brought us some water and suggested we take
a breather. "Are you OK?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I'm just a little out of breath. You knocked the wind out of me when we
fell," I told her.

"That's what you think" she laughed. "First of all, we didn't fall, I took you
down. And secondly, I didn't accidently knock your wind out. I put my shoulder
into your diaphragm on purpose, so I did exactly what I meant to do. Remember
what Tammy said. Wrestling is about having a stategy and executing it. I think
I better let you watch some of my sister's videos. Otherwise you're not going
to be any competition for me."

I had to admit, she had definitely gotten a lot stronger and had, so far,
completely outclassed me. It's not that I wanted to beat her. Actually, I was
excited and aroused by her strength and skill, but I knew she was counting on
me to be her training partner and provide her with some real competition. I
resolved to use my head more, now that I knew I couldn't rely on simple
strength. Once again we faced each other on the mat and this time I committed
to being the aggressor. I made the first move, diving down and intending to
capture one of her legs, but she read the move and hopped back. She dropped
onto my back, wrapped her right arm around my head and shifted her weight
back, leaving me with nothing to do but try and loosen her arm from around my
head. Her fingers were, again, expertly locked and I couldn't force them
apart. I tried instead to work on her wrists and eventually found a pressure
point in one of them with my thumb. She cried out and let go of my head but
instead of keeping her weight on my back and going for another hold, she sat
up on her knees. Seizing the opportunity, I sprang forward and drove her onto
her back. Keeping my weight across her chest, I managed to scissor one of her
arms. I got hold of the other one, stretched it out and really leaned into the
pin with all the force I could muster. Lisa planted her feet and tried to buck
me off but I shifted my weight lower after her first unsuccessful attempt and
was now lying right across her breasts. She tried a couple more times to throw
me off but I was too well positioned.

"Lisa, give it up. You know I've got you." I said gently. I felt her try to
pull her arm out of the scissors and squeezed harder with my legs. "Come on
now, don't be stubborn." I said playfully.

She grunted loudly as she tried one last time to free herself, then I felt her
relax and stop struggling. "Alright, I give, damn it," she swore softly. "That
was stupid. I could have had you easily." she fumed.

"What do you mean? You were pinned," I said.

"I know but I gave you an opening. If I hadn't sat up you never would have
gotten me on my back like that. Geez, what an idiot!"

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. After all, this is supposed to be
practice, right?" I tried to sound encouraging. "You want to roll the tape
back and try that one again?"

We positioned ourselves on our knees, face to face. I bent down and she
lightly clamped the headlock on. "Ok, I'll just touch your wrist and you let
go as if I had just hit the pressure point. Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, anytime" she replied.

I brushed my finger against her wrist and she opened her arms. This time she
kept her weight on my back and pivoted around behind me. She put one arm
around my throat, forcing me upright on my knees. She then put her legs around
my waist and turned the choke hold into a full nelson. She pulled me over onto
my back and started to apply pressure to the two holds. I couldn't move but
wasn't being squeezed hard enough to submit, so I held on.

"Give? she asked.

"No way." I shot back.

"Alright then, how about this." she said menacingly.

She let go of my neck and turned onto her side and changed her position so her
legs were at a 90 degree angle to my waist. She tightened her legs and her
granite-like thighs felt like they were cutting into my abdomen. I tried to
unlock her ankles with my left hand but she reached over and pulled it across
my body.

"This is what I should have done. There's no hope for you now'." she boasted,
squeezing even harder. "I'm not even using half my strength, sweetie. I could
hurt you a lot more."

Another increase in pressure and I started to cough. I was having a hard time
drawing in breath and any that I did get, Lisa forced right back out of me. I
started to panic and frantically tapped her legs, sputtering "Stop, I give, I
give."

Lisa unclasped her legs and sat on my chest. She felt my erection pressing
into her backside and smiled. "Tammy was right about you," she giggled. "It
really turns you on knowing I can beat you, doesn't it?"

I said nothing.

"It's alright." she continued "You can admit it. It's what I want, too. I get
off on winning." She leaned down and kissed me. Wrestling practice was over
for now.

End of Part Three