Beaten Up by My Kid Sister 
by Ibfeysaat



(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

While several of my stories are factual and autobiographical, this one is not.
There appears to be a certain segment of this community who enjoy the stories
of older brothers getting beaten up by younger sisters. I don't have any
younger siblings, so I can't relate. But some of you can. There are probably
100s of you who read my stories who have been beaten up by your little
sisters. I would greatly appreciate it if you could email me at
ibfeysaat18@gmail and enlighten me about your experiences. Anyone else who
cares to share a little or a lot about getting beaten up by a member of the
opposite sex feel free to clue me in.

Please remember that it is just make believe. At least for you. Not for poor
Danny. For adults only.

Ali had just beat me up in front of my kid sister. It was very humiliating.
And now my kid sister was going to beat me up herself. I was afraid. I didn't
know what to do.

Debbie left me naked and pinned underneath the pantieless Ali to go and buy 2
pairs of boxing gloves which she was planning on using to beat me up. She
humiliated me by stripping me naked and jerking me off in like 3 seconds.
After Debbie told me in graphic detail what she was planning on doing to me,
she left and Ali slithered back up my chest until she had my face buried in
her steamy cunt. She rode me to a couple more orgasms before she told me to
stay put while she went to pee. As soon as she closed the bathroom door, I ran
up to my bedroom and locked the door. Finally, I was safe. At least for a
little while.

Once in the safety and comfort of my locked bedroom I broke down and cried.
The shame and humiliation of my circumstances overwhelmed me. Here I am an 18
year old boy laying on my bed crying like a baby because I had just got beaten
up by a girl in front of my kid sister. And now my baby sister is planning on
beating me up herself tomorrow. I was scared to death of my little sister. A
boxing match? She was planning on punching me in the face and she wanted to
hurt me. Debbie beat me in everything we ever competed in. And now she wanted
to beat me in the ultimate contest of dominance. A fight. A contest where the
winner beats up and proves their dominance over a humiliated loser. A contest
where the loser is crying and begging for mercy. A contest where the winner
can force the loser to do anything that she wants. A contest that determines
the natural order of the species. A contest that I was terrified to compete in
because it was a contest that would forever shine a light on her complete
dominance over me. And as I came to grips with the fact that Debbie was going
to really beat me up and dominate and humiliate me tomorrow, I realized that I
had another boner. Now I am crying over the shame of getting a boner thinking
about my little sister beating me up. Every time I tried to think of something
else, my mind flashes back to the visions of Debbie laughing as she beats me
into submission. I couldn't help myself and I began masturbating again.

I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I heard Debbie's voice. "I see you
were able to slip away from Ali and go hide in your room. Are you still
crying? I'll bet you're beating off and quietly crying dreaming about me
beating you up tomorrow. You're such a loser. Go ahead. Have fun. Play with
yourself because you'll never be man enough for any real girl to play with
you. You're going to die a virgin. So go ahead and squeeze your little dickie.
You can stay there all day for as much as I care. But come tomorrow at noon
you will unlock that door and come out to get beaten up by your little sister.
I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget. I will break your door
down if you try to chicken out. You can call mommy and daddy and tell them
your dilemma. Maybe mommy will tell me to be a good girl and not to beat up
and humiliate her older brother. She probably would laugh at you and remind
you that you deserve it. I bet mom would love to watch me beat you up. Dad
too. Maybe I will beat you up in front of mommy and daddy. Oh, and one more
thing, running away and hiding in your room when Ali went for a tinkle, you're
going to pay the piper for that tomorrow. Plus interest! See you tomorrow.
Sweet dreams!"

I came all over myself as Debbie was speaking. My depression deepened.
Listening to her so accurately describing my shame and humiliation and
masturbating because of it, was very disconcerting. She is so smart. It's like
she can see into my room and my mind.

I had so much looked forward to this week which was going so terribly wrong.
Mom and Dad would go away for a week 3 or 4 times a year. We always stayed
with Aunt Lisa and Uncle Mike. This was the first time they left Debbie in my
charge. Quickly she was taking over and threatening to put me in her charge.

I considered calling mom or dad but it didn't seem like a good idea. Dad is
very quiet. He rarely speaks and leaves the discipline and child welfare to
mom. I know my mother loves me but it sure seems like she loves Debbie more.
She always tells me what to do or why I am wrong again. She always compliments
Debbie on her ingenuity and brains. Whenever we have a conflict, she takes
Debbie's side. Dad is very mild mannered and very subservient to my mother.
Mom is smarter than dad and bosses him around. We usually spend time with dad
on the nights that mom goes out with her friends or her weekly bowling night.
I always found it odd that mom never bought her own bowling ball or shoes. For
that matter she never talks about it or even where she bowls. I never really
understood what my mother saw in my dad except he lets her do anything she
wants. Maybe she married him for the money. Dad's family is loaded. My father
seems afraid of my mother and is always trying to please her.

Mom is beautiful and Debbie looks like a miniature version. They both have
straight dark brown hair and blue eyes with perfect teeth. I have curly hair
and bad teeth like my father. I wore braces for 3 years. All the boys love
Debbie. None of the girls even seem to notice me.

Later that night, Debbie knocked on my door and asked if we could talk.
Nervously, I let her in. She surprised me when she started with an apology,
sort of. She said it really wasn't my fault. It's just who I am. I'm a loser
just like dad. She is a winner just like mom. And then she said something that
shocked me to my core. She expected dad to move out after they returned home
from their little trip. I thought she was crazy. He idolizes her. Apparently,
it only goes one way. Debbie said I was blind as well as dumb. She asked if I
ever wondered about mom's "bowling night." She made the quotation mark sign
with her hands. I said she must really look forward to it and it is something
she doesn't like to share. Debbie laughed at my answer. She informed me that
mom has never bowled a single game in her life. I didn't understand. She said
Wednesday night is "date night." Dad stays home and watches the kids while mom
has a rendezvous at an upscale hotel with one of her stable of studs. "She
goes and gets fucked on Wednesday nights you idiot. Why the hell do you think
she is always in such a good mood on Wednesdays and Thursdays? Mom is the boss
and if he wants to keep her, she gets to do whatever she pleases. Debbie asked
me what exactly do I think they're doing on "their regular vacation?" I said I
didn't know. What she said next really shocked me. And then everything started
making sense.

"Mommy and daddy go on their little vacations to get some privacy and to not
embarrass daddy in public. Mom likes to beat up and humiliate daddy and what
with you and I around, they have had to schedule their beatings for the last
several years. They spend a whole week to try and give dad enough time for the
bruises to heal. Haven't you ever noticed that daddy wears sunglasses a lot
after their vacations. Even around the house. You are stupid aren't you? She
married him for the money and that idiot does exactly what she tells him.
Daddy lives to worship her. And tomorrow you get your turn. Why the hell do
you think we're not at Aunt Lisa's? Mom knew I was ready. We've been talking
about it and planning this for months. Oh, and mom's been teaching me how to
box for the last year. I was just kidding about buying boxing gloves, we
already have them. Mom has beaten up daddy in them dozens of times. Anyway,
mom brought her new young boyfriend on their little trip and she plans on
humiliating dad in front of her new lover all week. When they come back mom is
planning on throwing him out. I think she probably took him for a lot. You're
life is going to forever change tomorrow. And I can't wait. Sweet dreams!"
Then she gave me a soft gentle kiss on the lips before bouncing out of my room
to leave me alone with my thoughts and fears.

No wonder my father rarely speaks. He is afraid to. And now he is on his
vacation getting beaten up, dominated, and humiliated by my mother. I am
sensing a pattern here. Sometimes growing up I would hear things from their
bedroom but I didn't understand what was happening. I used to hear my father
saying "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm begging you please" and other such apologies.
But I just thought he was truly sorry. It never dawned on me that mom was
beating up dad in their bedroom. Obviously, my little sister who has always
been more perceptive and smarter than me picked up on this a long time ago.

As I tried to get some sleep before my big day tomorrow, I kept thinking about
my dad. I was picturing my mother slapping him in the face as she sits atop
him with her unattainable cunt inches from his face. She's beating him up
again and my daddy is crying like a baby begging for mercy from my mother. And
she is so cruel and uses his beaten face to quench her unquenchable fire
burning deep within her. While her young lover with no doubt a huge cock,
waits to fuck her in front of my poor humiliated cuckold dad. I masturbated to
a very satisfying orgasm and drifted off into a deep sleep.

I awoke to my little sister waking me up. WTF? My door was locked! Turns out
the little private eye had the key all along. Mom gave her a key when she was
12 with instructions to wait until "the perfect time" to use it. Debbie
decided that now was the perfect time. It was after 11. I had slept 12 hours.

Ali was already here and my sister wreaked, I mean wreaked of pot. She was
laughing and giggling and tickling me and kissing me and teasing me. It
worked. I was wide awake in no time! She even brought me a cup of coffee and
offered to cook me breakfast before she beat me up. My stomach was in no
condition for food. It was too petrified of my little sister. I was so scared
that I thought I might actually throw up. She told me to be in the basement in
20 minutes wearing only my "clean" underwear. She left and I brushed my teeth
and took a shower. I wanted to be clean for her.

When I arrived in the basement all cleaned and scrubbed, Debbie and Ali were
waiting for me. Ali was fully dressed but Debbie was only wearing a pair of
black bikini panties. I have never seen her tits before. They're pretty new.
Seeing her naked little tits with bullet hard pink nipples standing and
pointing at me without a hint of sag, was the most beautiful sight I've ever
seen. She is still just a little girl but she sure is growing up fast. She was
the first woman to show off her tits to me. I saw and feasted upon Ali's cunt,
but I never saw her tits. My little soldier was duly impressed by the
competition and stood at the ready. Ali helped me with the gloves and rubbed
my boner before helping Debbie put hers on. Just before we were to start,
Debbie told Ali to strip me. After all she had already been up close and
personal with it. She commented on my little boner and how she was going to
make it hers. Then she walked over to Ali and hugged her and said "I have been
waiting for this moment a very long time. I want it to be special. Just Danny
and me. I hope you understand." Ali smiled and told her to have fun. She
quipped that I'm a better cunt licker than fighter and to have fun.

Ali left leaving me alone with my near naked kid sister who was bent on
beating me up and making me her little bitch forevermore. Debbie spoke. "Ready
Danny? Are you ready for your little sister beat you up? I am. I have been
dreaming about this for a very long time. Mom and me have been planning this
for months. I have been aware of our family's dirty little secret for a long
time. Ours is a family where mommy beats up daddy and now little sister is
going to beat up older brother. It's really not your fault. It's your genes.
You got all of Dad's sissy traits. I got mom's beauty, strength, and brains. I
got her unquenchable sex drive although it's time for a fireman who can spend
all his time trying to put out that fire. Look at the bright side, you'll
finally get to see my hairy little cunt. You've been dying to see it ever
since I sprouted my first pube. Who knows, maybe you'll win. Maybe you can
actually be man enough to beat up and rape a helpless little girl. But you and
I both know that's not going to happen. You'll never beat me. I always win.
And now I'm going to beat you up and make you beg me for mercy. I am going to
sit on your face and grind my elusive cunt to orgasm after orgasm all over
your face. Don't worry. You'll get to cum too. I'm going to make you jerk off
for my amusement. Ready?"

No. I was not. I didn't know what to do. Debbie had this evil smile as she
stalked me. She started with a couple of probing left jabs. I blocked the
first one. The second avoided my defenses and struck my face. As I lifted my
defense the little brat punched me in the stomach. That hurt and the
overwhelming sense of helplessness began to set in. The little vixen was just
getting started. She wound up and faked a big punch to my stomach. As I tried
to brace myself and block her punch, she flung out her other hand and punched
me in the face again. She laughed at my ineptitude.

"Aren't you even going to try and hit me? Or are you just resigned to your
fate? This is what you wanted, isn't it? You fantasize about getting beaten up
by your little sister. Are you going to cry? It must be so humiliating for
you. Your little sister is beating you up and you're about to cry. Ohhhh, am I
hurting you?"

Of course she was right. I did fantasize about her beating me up. I was going
to cry. I am ashamed of myself and wanted to hide my shame. But Debbie gave me
nowhere to hide. She didn't let up. Even as she was verbally taunting and
humiliating me, she continued to attack.

Debbie was backing me into a corner as she peppered my body with both lefts
and rights. I'm 4 inches taller than her and she was chopping me down like a
tree. With my back to the wall and nowhere to hide, I was a sitting duck. She
was punching me in the stomach and sides with her little fists working like
pistons. Left right left right left right left right. Ugh. I tried to protect
myself by pulling my arms inward and bending slightly to minimize the space
for her to hurt me. Debbie was anticipating this and launched an uppercut
which rattled my teeth. My head snapped back and I was in big big trouble.
Everything was happening so quickly. My mind was racing. My heart was
thumping. The shameful tears were rapidly filling my eyes. The pain was
everywhere. And I almost lost my balance. I groaned and swayed forward into
her using her shoulders to keep me standing. I was getting very tired. Debbie
pushed me away and giggling she rubbed my boner with her boxing glove.

"Big brother likes getting beaten up by his little sister. It's so cute how
your little boner loves me. Does that feel good? How bout that? Did you like
that? Ooooh, I'm sorry. I think I'm hurting you. Are you going to cry? You're
gonna cry aren't you. Oh that must be so humiliating. Your baby sister is
beating you up and you've got a boner. And I am making you cry. C'mon Danny.
Cry for me. Cry because I'm beating you up. Cry because I'm better than you.
Cry because you want me but you'll never be man enough for me. Cry because
you're a loser."

It felt good but humiliating when she rubbed it. "How bout that?" was a
rhetorical question. She stopped rubbing me and punched me in the stomach.
Then she rubbed my aching cock again. As soon as I relaxed and began to trust
her once again, she cruelly punched me in the stomach again. She was
alternating between pain and pleasure as she demonstrated her physical and
sexual mastery of me.

She was also right. She was hurting me. Debbie wanted to tease me to the edge
of ecstasy and then inflict punishment to remind me who's the boss. But what
she really wanted was to make me cry. My tears were her fuel. I was determined
to deny her the satisfaction of making me cry. But it was a losing battle. I
held back as long as I could until I was losing the sexual battle even more
than the fight to maintain my dignity. Debbie had thoroughly dominated me and
was going to make me cum. But she cruelly stopped again just in the nick of
time. Then she laughed and called me a loser and buried her fist deep inside
my aching gut. She wiggled it around, removed it, and buried it deep inside me
once again. It had become more than I could handle and I started to cry.
Debbie smiled even wider and punched me again even harder. I bent over
grabbing my belly and sinking to my knees. I looked up at my smiling conqueror
and openly began crying like a baby. I wanted her to look at me as she had
reduced me to a beaten helpless crybaby. It was cathartic. I began
complimenting her and pleading for her mercy.

"You win. You're so strong. I can never beat you. Please stop hurting me. I
will do whatever you want. I want to worship you. Please let me. I'm such a
weakling. Make me your bitch. Please. Let me show you. I love you."

I can't believe I just said that and my pathetic crying intensified.

Debbie responded as she took off her gloves. "You want to worship me, I'm
going to make you. Worship me loser. Show me your respect. Kiss my sopping wet
panties. You thought I was going to allow you to cum and then I finished
beating you up instead. I beat you up. I am better than you. I'm stronger. I'm
smarter. I'm prettier. I'm sexier. I am your master. Submit to me. Cry like
the little baby that you are. Good boy. Keep doing that."

Submit to her is exactly what I did. With her towering above me, I grabbed her
hips with my useless gloves and kissed her panties. I really didn't have a
choice. With tears of shame pouring down my face I kissed and licked and
worshipped my conqueror. My kid sister. She was ripe. She was damp. She was
ready. She was willing. And as I had so clearly demonstrated, she was able.
She lowered her soiled panties revealing her lovely feminine garden. The bush
was lush and dripping with morning dew. The petals of the flower were ready to
bloom. And the garden had a heady aroma. The landscape surrounding the pearly
gates was perfect. I was home. And then her sweet gentle flower morphed into a
man eating plant. She shoved my face deep inside her and humped me hard and
fast. Her cunt was wet and leaking heavily. I tried to lap it up as best as I
could but it was a losing battle. But it was a fight worth waging. She barked
at me to keep doing that and announced the imminent arrival of her first
orgasm in the face of her big brother. She came like a champ. She forced me
onto my back and sat on my face with her lovely triangle of pubic hair
reminiscent of a grown woman. She was. And for the next 45 minutes she facesat
me to her heart's content. 45 years later, she still does. But that's another
story.