All in the Family
By Connor McCloud



Comments welcome at khengiskhan@hotmail.com

We had just finished watching a movie, and after a couple glasses of wine, we
were all very relaxed and had happy faces on. My fiancé's sister was visiting
for the weekend, and she loved to party and was loads of fun to be around. I
had really only met her once before, but everyone talks about her so highly, I
was excited to meet her and have her around. Debbie was two years younger than
me, she's 26, and is a physical therapist and sports nutritionist. She's
fairly tall for a woman around 5'9", and is very lean and sexy. She's the type
that doesn't wear a lot of clothes because her body is way to nice to cover
up, and she likes to show it. Tonight she was wearing a sleeveless half-shirt,
which showed off her flat stomach and her lean and perfectly muscled arms. She
had on shorts, but they were not very big, so her long, well developed legs
were exposed for all to see.

The first time we met, it was at another family gathering, and we only spoke
briefly, but I always remembered her. When we spoke, she made me feel
uncomfortable, not because she was mean or nasty, but because she voice was
very sexy and seductive. Her goodbye hug gave me goose bumps, and I never
forgot her touch. It's safe to say that I never thought about being with
another woman until I met Debbie. I was excited and nervous to have her here
with us, and as we sipped more wine, my mind wandered a little as I thought of
her and her touch.

"You want more wine Deb?" I asked.

"Sure Chrissy,"she replied,"wine makes me feel so warm and happy."

"Makes you all horny," chipped in Dave, sipping his beer.

"That to," she smiled," but many things make me horny."

"I don't want to hear about it," laughed Dave, "the love life of my baby
sister is not my concern, so shhh."

"I got a whole pocket full of shhhh for you," laughed Debbie in her best
Austin Powers impersonation.

I poured us more drinks, and we continued chatting about all kinds of things.
Debbie talked about LA and living there, and Dave told her she should be
closer to her family in Boston.

"It's very different out there Dave, people are more relaxed. LA doesn't have
that very puritan New England viewpoint. I enjoy living and doing all kinds of
things, and the LA nightlife makes life an adventure. You should see some of
the crazy things going on," Debbie said.

"I can only imagine," Dave frowned, "that's not for me."

"That's because you're a bore," giggled Debbie," you need to have more fun,
try new things. You're turning into Dad."

"I'm getting old," Dave replied.

"You're 29! You're so young, you better get back in shape and start working
out again. You seem to have lost some muscle sweetie pie."

"Yeah, that's true I haven't been working out as much as I should. You look
like you've been working out," Dave replied.

"Yeah, I have been. LA has some very cool classes. I've been doing different
things like kick boxing, martial arts, even some ju jitsu and submission style
wrestling," Debbie said.

"Really?" I said surprised," they have those kinds of classes."

"Sure, I bet they have them here as well, but not as many. I like working out,
but I also love the physical contact that the other classes provide. I was a
serious tomboy growing up, in fact I use to beat Dave in wrestling, remember
Dave?"

"Yeah I do," Dave laughed, "that was a long time ago, but you did. Debbie's
real strong hun, stronger than she looks. She takes after our mom. She was
thin, but she was all muscle. Our mom was a really gifted athlete, Debbie was
just like her. Track and field, field hockey, she was one of the best athletes
in the state."

"Wow, I didn't know that Deb. That's great. I was involved in sports, but was
never that great. I still run and try to work out. I want to hear more about
you beating up Dave," I said laughing.

"Dave says that was so long ago, but I remember wrestling with him when he was
about 16 and I was say 14 or maybe 13. That may have been the last time,
before Dave got all funny about wrestling with his little sister, especially
because he always lost. The last time I think was because he saw me doing
pushups and started being a wise guy about it. I pinned him and made him cry
uncle, he remembers, he just tries to repress those memories," Debbie grinned.

Dave smiled but didn't seem to want to continue this conversation. Debbie
noticed and gave me a wink.

"What's wrong Dave? You have nothing to add to this?" Debbie said, trying to
get Dave involved.

"Not really, that was a long time ago. We were basically the same size then. I
didn't have a growth spurt until high school. I gained about 20 pounds of
muscle then, and that ended that," Dave replied, but he seemed annoyed by the
conversation.

"Hmm,"purred Debbie," it really didn't end anything, we just never wrestled
again. I could have beaten you even with your extra muscle. I could beat you
right now if I wanted to."

"Whatever," Dave responded," we're not wrestling Deb. I think I'm going to
bed, I'll let you guys talk."

Dave hugged us both goodnight and went upstairs. The wrestling conversation
seemed to bug him, even more than he showed. Debbie moved over next to me on
the couch and filled our wine glasses.

"Poor guy," Debbie said," he was never the toughest guy, and he hated the fact
that I could pin him. We wrestled dozens of times he kept trying to beat me,
he just wasn't very strong or talented."

"You beat him that many times? I thought it was only once or twice," I
replied.

"No, it was many times. He wanted to win so badly, but I didn't want to let
him win, maybe I should have. I'm sure he's over it now, and I really didn't
want to embarrass him in front of you," Deb said smirking.

"You really think you could have beat him?" I asked.

"Definitely. I'm stronger now than I was then, plus I've been taking courses.
I know many different holds and techniques; I'd have him screaming for me to
let him go. You want me to show you some? You can use them on him sometime,
really piss him off."

"Yeah I'd love to learn some. You sure you don't mind," I asked.

"I'd be happy to," Deb replied.

We started talking about different techniques and all kinds of holds that I
had never seen or heard of before. Debbie took her time talking to me about
leverage and speed and how I could use it to defeat strength and weight. As we
sat and talked my mind raced with thoughts of Debbie and how beautiful and
sexy she was. I tried not to stare or be too obvious, but I think she might
have noticed me looking at her arms and legs. She was in great shape, she
certainly looked stronger than Dave, who had almost no muscle tone and was
just thin now. I should have known that the wine would finally get to me, and
with my mind racing, I was about to let some feelings come out.

"You look so beautiful," I said, the words escaping before I could stop them.

"Thanks Chrissy, I'm trying. It's a nice to feel strong, it's very empowering
to me," Debbie replied," I like to use my strength to my advantage. Men seem
to be intimidated by it, so sometimes it hurts a relationship. Most guys make
an issue of how in shape I am; I think they get weird about a woman with
muscles. All guys act the same. We start talking about working out and every
guy wants to show me how strong they are. I've been seeing three or four guys
that absolutely have to wrestle me, and when they lose, they get all mad, and
it's over. I don't even bring it up anymore, but when a guy notices my
muscles, they all act the same."

"I think your body is so sexy," I said," I would love to be with someone with
a body like you have."

Maybe my words came out wrong, or maybe I really meant it. I immediately must
have turned blush, because Debbie smiled at me warmly.

"It's funny you say that," Debbie smiled, "woman look at it differently then
men do. Men feel intimidated by someone that might challenge their ego or
their toughness, but woman are attracted to that same thing. I know lots of
woman that find me even more attractive than men do. I think they like the
thought of being with someone that can dominate them, yet touch them and be so
gentle with them like only a woman can be. Have you ever been with another
woman Chrissy?"

"No I haven't" I stammered, completely caught off guard by her words.

"You should try it," she smiled," doesn't mean your gay or bisexual or
whatever. Sometimes it's just nice to be with someone in a sexual way with no
strings attached at all. You know let your fantasies come true."

I didn't know what to say. I was overwhelmed by her honestly and openness. I
couldn't even reply to her, I just sipped my wine and looked at her.

"So you want to learn some moves? I can show you some basic stuff, just enough
to make Dave cry uncle and get all mad."

"Sure," I replied, waking from my trance," I'd like that."

Debbie was so forward, that although she could sense I felt awkward, it didn't
stop her from grabbing me and showing me some holds. Words can't describe how
good her touch felt. She was very strong, yet very gentle and aware of her
strength. She began to work through some different chokeholds, carefully
working through the steps so I could learn them properly. As we touched each
other, I began to feel extremely horny and turned on. Her hands moved over me
and held me so tightly and I wanted her to take me and ravage me. Debbie
showed me different types of arm bars and wrist locks, always using just
enough force to show me, but never enough to hurt me. I was physically no
match for her, and she knew that, and I felt like Debbie was allowing her
hands to wander. Her touch became firmer and sometimes she would hold me for
longer than she had to.

"These choke holds work great, just be very careful, you don't want to really
hurt him, although sometimes I'm sure he deserves it," she laughed, "when you
begin to become more comfortable you can use more techniques. If you start
working out and you get a little stronger you can always use the old fashioned
schoolboy pin and use a grapevine technique."

"What's a grapevine?" I asked, absolutely glued to her every word.

"I'll show you," she replied, and she moved into me. She locked fingers with
me, which sent a shiver through me, and pushed me back on my back. Her hands
felt so good in mine, and I realized I was squeezing her hands tightly, which
she in turn did. She lied over me, and snaked her legs through mine. She
forcefully, yet slowly spread my legs apart, until although I wasn't in pain,
I felt uncomfortable. Debbie was looking down at me, only a few feet from my
face.

"This is a grapevine hun. It hurts guys more because most of them are so
inflexible. The amount I spread your legs would have hurt most guys, and my
legs are strong enough to keep that pressure up. I have had many guys
squirming under me like you are right now, and they can't escape. You can
change the hold a little by letting go of their arms and lying on them. You
can sometimes work in a front headlock, or just lower yourself onto them so
they can't breathe as easy. Let me show you."

Debbie released my hands and lowered herself onto me. She wrapped her arms
around me and pulled me into her. She slowly pulled me tighter and closer to
her until our cheeks were touching and I could feel the pressure. Our bodies
were now in contact from head to toe and she held me tightly.

I felt my body begin to move under her and my arms wrapped around her back.
Our stomachs touched and the feel of her soft skin sent tingles through me.
Without realizing it, I was squirming, but it wasn't to get away, it was to
get as close to her as possible.

"Having someone this close to you and controlling them is maybe the ultimate
dominance position. Bodies are completely locked and almost every muscle is
straining. Eventually one body begins to exhaust itself, and in almost every
case the person on the bottom will submit," Debbie whispered in my ear," do
you submit Chrissy?"

"No," I said softly," I want to try to escape."

"Ok, let's see you do it," Deb replied.

Our bodies pressed together, but I wasn't trying to escape, I just wanted to
be near her. I hugged her tightly and she held me close. Our legs remained
tangled and she firmly held my legs in a position that didn't hurt, but
clearly showed she had me. I began to push my crotch into hers, slowly pumping
my wet vagina into her. Debbie started pumping as well, and our movements
became synchronized as we humped each other. I rubbed my cheek into hers, and
I began to lick her ear softly. I felt her shiver as I did it and I knew she
was as excited as I was. Slowly our heads turned until our lips met and we
kissed deeply and firmly. We kissed for a long time, very slow and deep
kisses, almost trying to see who could kiss harder and deeper. Our crotches
were aligned so I could almost feel her vagina pushing and grinding into me,
and I felt an orgasm growing. I finally climaxed and she did shortly after me.

It was the first time I had ever been with a woman in any way, and it was
amazing, the most sexual thing I had ever done. Our kisses became soft and she
eventually pushed herself off me, smiling as she looked down.

"I'm not sure who had who there," she smirked.

"That may have been a draw," I smiled," we might need a rematch."

"That's a good idea," Debbie replied, "I should make sure you know that hold
correctly."

"Let's see if I can handle that," I said," but I think I need to feel that
hold better. Really feel our bodies grinding to understand the hold. You think
taking off my shorts would help?"

"Only one way to find out," Debbie smiled, quickly taking her shorts off while
I did the same.

I kissed Debbie and pushed her on her back until I had her in the same
position she had me. We held each other and kissed as we rubbed our vaginas
together. She felt so strong under me, but holding her there gave me an
incredible feeling of power. I spread her legs apart, even further than she
had spread mine, and she moaned softly under me. I could feel her muscles
tense up and she closed our legs, showing me who was really in control. After
several minutes of fucking each other we both had another orgasm and collapsed
into each other's arms. We held each other and kissed softly and our hands
explored the others body. I slowly let my hands caress her arms and chest,
lowering myself to kiss and lick her nipples. I was in awe of her body and how
tight and lean she was. Debbie moved slightly and started kissing my breasts
and my sides. I lied back moaning in complete ecstasy as she kissed and
touched me. I felt her hand slide down towards my crotch and I almost exploded
as I felt her fingers begin to rub my pussy. Debbie was incredible. As strong
as she was she was very gently and she knew exactly how to touch me and stroke
me. Debbie moved lower and started fingering me, and as she did, she started
licking and kissing my clit. I climaxed almost immediately.

I pulled her back up and kissed her and let my tongue explore her mouth. I
could taste myself on her lips and wanted to taste her. I pulled her over me
and slid under her so she was kneeling over me, with her pussy right over my
face. I pulled her lower and let my tongue dive into her. I had never done
anything even close to this, but I knew how I liked being eaten, so I did just
that. Debbie rubbed my hair and face as I licked and kissed her pussy, and it
didn't take long for her to explode into an orgasm that made her body shake.

I softly licked her pussy until she moved off me, and to my delight she moved
into a 69 position. I was happy to lick her more, and even more thrilled to
have her finger me and eat me out until we had both had another orgasm.

We sat up and Debbie pulled me into her, until I was basically sitting on her
lap with my legs around her waist. We didn't say much, we just held each other
and kissed more, we were obviously both blown away by what had just happened.

"Can I blame that on the wine?" I asked slyly.

"Yeah, you can if it makes you feel better," she smiled.

"That was the most amazing sex I have ever had," I said looking into her eyes.

"That was amazing, and that's only 30 minutes of fun, imagine an entire night
like that? I wouldn't be able to move for days," she laughed.

"I'd love that, you're amazing. No one has ever touched me the way you do or
made me feel the way you make me feel. You're dominating and vulnerable at the
same time, I never want this to end, at least not while I'm drunk," I said
laughing and kissing her cheeks.

"I'm not sure Dave would approve of that," she said, putting reality back into
our conversation.

"I'm not sure I care, at least not right now. Dave has never made me feel like
that, not even close. You think I'm gay?" I asked.

"Who cares Chrissy? Sexuality is what it is. You and I have chemistry
together, if that makes us gay, maybe we are. People can label what they want,
but no guys have made me orgasm like that before," Debbie answered," I just
don't know what to do from here."

"You could give me another orgasm," I purred, touching Debbie's face.

She smiled, and pulled me into her," there's an idea, but that's not what I
mean Chrissy. I mean about us. You're drunk now, so let's sleep on it, but
tomorrow we should talk some more. You need to think about this with a clear
head."

"You're right, I just don't want this magic to end," I whimpered.

"It doesn't have not, let's talk more in the morning," she replied.

We kissed goodnight and I went to bed. I felt so good and happy, until I saw
Dave lying there in bed, then the guilt set in. He was a nice guy, and
although we had our problems, we were engaged, although I had mixed feelings
about that sometimes. I always hoped to be married, and I thought Dave was a
decent guy to marry, but after being with Debbie, I didn't know what to think.
Maybe it was the booze, and tomorrow my feelings would be gone. I passed out
before I could think too much about it, and that was probably a good thing.

I woke up the next morning, with my head pounding and my mouth tasting like I
ate a sandbox, but the first thought I had was of Debbie. Dave was out of the
bed, so I lied there for a little while thinking about her and what had
happened. To my surprise, I didn't feel bad, I actually felt refreshed. In
fact the thoughts of Debbie made me horny all over again, and I wanted to see
her and be near her.

I saw Debbie and Dave having coffee and talking in the kitchen so I walked in
to join them.

"Morning booze bag," Dave quipped.

"Good morning," I said happily," I may be a drunk, but I can drink a lot."

Debbie burst out laughing," how elegant, you're funny Chrissy."

Dave just looked at me funny, almost annoyed with me.

"True I suppose, can't be doing that when we have kids though. You need to
grow up then," Dave said being a little too serious.

"Kids? We aren't even married yet; we don't even have a wedding date. Kids are
not my top priority Dave, take it easy big fella," I said.

"Well I want kids, and lots of them," Dave said seriously," I want some boys
who can play sports so I can help teach them and coach them. I've always
wanted that."

"What if you have all girls?" smiled Debbie," you gonna turn them back in?"

I burst out laughing and I gave Debbie a high five. She smiled at me and we
gave each other a long, loving look, maybe to loving.

"Yeah, what girls can't play sports Dave?" I asked, jumping on the anti- Dave
movement.

"No they can, but I want boys that can play as well," Dave said confused. Dave
was a nice guy, but he didn't have the quickest wit around. You know, a little
slow on the uptake.

"He's just against female athletes because he had a sister that beat him in
every sport he did," Debbie smiled," God forbid he has daughters that can beat
up his sons."

Debbie and I laughed again and I hugged her as we laughed.

"You too are all chummy today. You have a nice time chatting last night?" Dave
asked.

"Yeah we did, your sister is one of a kind, I'm very fond of her," I said.

"Chrissy is great, she's a lot funnier than you ever said. She's a great catch
Dave, I'm jealous," Deb said," plus she's got good genes, you can tell she's a
great athlete waiting to come out."

"Chrissy's not very athletic," Dave snorted," I mean she's in decent shape,
but she's not a workout wonder like you Deb."

"She's a better athlete than you think, with a little training I'd bet she
could pin your shoulders to the floor," Debbie said squeezing Dave's shoulders
and making him pull away.

"No way," Dave replied defiantly," no chance Chrissy could beat me, no matter
what you teach her. She's not very strong Deb, she's never really lifted
weights before."

"I got $100 that says Chrissy beats you," Debbie said, pulling some money from
her purse," what do you say Chrissy? When you win, I'll give the the money, we
can go buy something nice for you."

"I'm in," I said happily," I'd love to."

Dave squirmed, caught in a very bad position. If he refused, it would look
very badly for him. What guy could back down from that challenge? Dave easily
had 50 pounds on me, and a good 4 or 5 inches. He might have seen Deb as a
worthy opponent, he might even back down from that challenge, but afraid to
wrestle me? There's no way.

"Let's do it, I could use $100," Dave answered.

We all moved into the living room, and Debbie walked with me behind Dave.

"Remember last night, the moves I showed you, they will work against Dave. He
might be stronger than you, but you're quicker. Move quickly, and keep him off
balance. Use the chokeholds, don't bother trying to out muscle him, you can't
yet. You can beat him," Debbie said quietly as we walked.

Dave wasted no time moving into a wrestling position. We both had on shorts
and T-shirts, so I grabbed his shirt tightly and moved over him. I was so
excited to do this; the hangover had lifted almost immediately. I felt Dave
under me, and he felt so different than Debbie, he was softer, almost more
feminine. Debbie felt like one long strand of muscle fluidly moving under me,
Dave felt awkward, sort of sloppy.

"Pin or submission," Debbie said," no funny stuff Dave. Wrestle!"

I immediately collapsed onto Dave and tried to wrap him up like Debbie had
shown me. Dave felt giant struggling under me, but he didn't feel as strong as
Debbie had. His movements were slow, and I found it was easy to calculate his
moves and react to them. I rode him for a few minutes, and felt him becoming
agitated that he was having a hard time getting me off him. Dave gave a sudden
jerk to the right and we rolled over, but I was able to remain behind him,
trying to secure an arm like Debbie had taught me. I found I could move with
him and when he left himself open, I managed to move higher on him, closer to
his neck. I quickly snaked my arm around his neck, and managed to secure a
decent choke hold like Debbie showed me. Dave reacted to my hold, by grabbing
at my arms and trying to pull my arm away from his neck, but he was having a
hard time. I tightened my hold by using both arms to strengthen my position,
and he desperately pulled and clawed at hands. It felt amazing to have him
struggling in my arms; I started feeling sexually excited as he squirmed. I
felt empowered and dominating, especially defeating a much larger opponent. I
squeezed tighter and heard him gasp for air and his hands tried in vain to
pull my arm from around his neck. Debbie was right, in this hold, strength was
not the issue, my hold and leverage were more important than his overall
strength.

Suddenly Dave, in a desperate move, snapped his head back, and I immediately
felt light headed. I fell back and reached for my face, feeling blood
trickling down my lips. I was aware that my nose was bleeding, and although
probably not broken, it hurt like hell. I looked up and Dave looked puzzled,
not concerned, just puzzled. Debbie ran over to me.

"I'm so sorry sweety," I heard Dave saying, "that was an accident."

"You ok Chris?" I heard Debbie ask, kneeling beside me and pulling me close to
her.

"Yeah, I'm ok," I said wearily.

"I'm sorry hun," Dave said again.

"You did that on purpose Dave," Debbie said sternly," because you were losing.
You knew exactly what you were doing."

"That's bullshit,"Dave replied angrily," I didn't mean to hurt her, it was a
reflex."

"Yeah a reflex to the thought of losing," Debbie said," you should have given
up, she had you beat fair and square, and you know it."

"No she didn't," said Dave looking away," I was going to get out."

"She was about to knock you out cold with that sleeper," Debbie said," how
could you hurt her like that. You know she's much smaller than you and not
trained to do this. Like to see you try that shit on me."

"It's ok Deb, I'm fine. I had him beat, and I think we all know that. As far
as I'm concerned you owe Deb $100," I said.

"No way, you didn't beat me," Dave said turning red.

"Yes she did, you were all done before you decided to head butt her. If she
had more experience like me, you would never have had that chance," Debbie
said in a challenging tone.

"I agree with that, next time I'll make you submit Dave, and you know it," I
said," if you want to be a poor sport, don't pay, it's good enough for me that
I beat you."

"That's not good enough for me," said Debbie," tell you what Dave, I'll go
double or nothing, but you gotta beat me. I'll give you $200 if you beat me,
if I win you owe me nothing."

Dave looked at her, in his usual confused way. I know he wanted nothing to do
with wrestling her, he almost looked scared at the thought of it. There were
definitely some old wounds that never healed in that head of his. He must have
a real inferiority complex with Debbie and her always beating him or being
better than him in sports.

There's was something more happening here though. I felt so attracted to
Debbie, and I suddenly didn't want to be with Dave anymore, I wanted to be
with Debbie. I was so attracted to her strength and confidence, traits Dave
never had and I was so turned on by. I held her hand and Debbie turned and
smiled at me. Her beautiful face was warm and caring as she smiled, not blank
and confused like Dave's was at times. I suddenly wanted to be with her again,
and I almost pulled her in to kiss her, but instead she winked at me and
looked back at Dave.

"So what's your answer? You win you get $200, I win and everyone is even," Deb
said.

"I'll give you something if you win Deb," I said, and I know she knew what I
was talking about.

"Ok, I'll do it, but you better pay when I beat you," Dave said, but without
much confidence.

Debbie and Dave met in the middle of the room, and Debbie moved into the
bottom position. Dave looked confused, maybe thinking as the man he should be
on the bottom.

"I'll give you the advantage, you're gonna need it," said Debbie in a stern
voice.

Without any words, they started. Dave attempted to contain Debbie, but it was
obvious this was a serious mismatch. Debbie looked incredible; faster,
stronger, more flexible, her movements were graceful and powerful. She seemed
to have a total advantage in strength, and Dave was easily thrown off balance
and was scrambling to keep up with her. Debbie whipped quickly around and spun
out of Dave's grasp, leaving him reaching for something that wasn't there. She
moved over him kneeling, and wrapped her arms around his head and neck, their
bodies facing opposite directions. She seemed to be squeezing him roughly
because he grunted in pain several times. He tried moving quickly to knock her
off, but she used her legs as anchors to keep her balance and she let him wear
himself down. She started moving over him more and with lightning speed she
shoved his head between her thighs and rolled so she was lying on her side.
Her legs muscles bulged out as she applied pressure to Dave's head, and Dave
struggled to free himself. Dave started punching her legs, but it was obvious
his punches were doing no good. She snagged one of his arms and pulled it into
her, leaving only one arm free. It looked to me that Dave could have 10 arms
and it wouldn't matter.

"Perfect head scissor," Debbie smiled at me," he can't escape, and if I shift
a little, I can put him to sleep by cutting off his blood supply to his head.
Let me get this a little snugger."

Debbie reached down, and all at once, opened her legs, pulled his head deeper
between her thighs, and clamped them shut again. She moved his head, so her
thighs were perfectly positioned now on each side of his neck, and Dave had
stopped struggling.

"Dave knows he can't escape. I beat him like this a few times in the past.
With a slight flexing of my legs I can knock him out. I beat him once, and
just to prove my point, I held him here for about an hour and I watched TV. He
was crying like a baby when I released him."

"Your legs look awesome Debbie. So strong and muscular, I'm in awe of you," I
said moving over to her," can I get involved?"

"Sure hun, why don't you wrap your legs around his stomach and give him a
squeeze. He won't give up, trust me, he's too stubborn. Come on over," she
said.

I moved over and moved next to Debbie. Debbie applied pressure and Dave lifted
his body off the ground allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. We were
positioned now so Debbie and I were facing each other, and Dave was facing the
other way, with two sets of legs wrapped tightly around him.

I slowly worked my legs into him, tightening my hold, and creating a position
where it hurt Dave when I tightened even a little. Debbie and I were propped
up on our elbows only inches from each other, simultaneously squeezing and
without a doubt torturing poor Dave.

Debbie lied down and pulled me into her. We kissed passionately as we squeezed
and crushed Dave, who only whimpered in pain, but refused to give up. As we
became physically aroused I think we squeezed even harder, especially Debbie,
who started bucking her hips in a sexual way. Debbie stopped suddenly and
looked over at Dave, who had stopped moving.

"Ooops, I knocked the poor guy out," she giggled.

"Oh well, I guess that makes you the winner, so I get to give you your prize,"
I smiled. I took her shorts off, and spread her legs apart. I slithered my
body into her, and she gasped in pleasure as I began licking and sucking her
pussy. It didn't take long for her to climax, and she pulled me into her,
holding me close and kissing my cheeks. I never felt so safe and loved before,
and I knew I wanted to be with her.

"Take me with you," I said suddenly, almost unaware of my words.

"Really?" Debbie asked smiling," you would come with me?"

"Yes, I want to go," I replied," I want to be with you."

"Of course you can come," she laughed," Dave will be pissed, but you two were
not meant to be married, it's not a good fit. I didn't want to say anything,
but you can do better than Dave hun."

"I can do better with you," I said, kissing her softly.

Debbie smiled and we quickly got up, grabbed some of my clothes and left.
Debbie told me we would go shopping when we arrived in LA, and said I really
didn't need anything. I knew Dave would be angry, sad and all that, but it was
time to do something for me. Besides I was keeping my love in the family, just
not with him. I left him a note, which basically said..

"I'm going to LA with your sister, don't know when I'll be back, or if I'm
ever coming back. Maybe if you had won I'd would have stayed with you, but I
doubt it, Debbie's a better kisser than you, plus I like being with someone
tough and strong who can take care of me...Maybe I'll come back and give you a
rematch someday, you better hope I don't...Bye!"