Two on Two
By Madcat
The girls challenge a pair of male wrestlers.


John circled Jerry cautiously. The strapping young lads glistened with sweat
in the harsh light of Jerry's basement. They both wrestled competitively and
it showed in their guarded stances and chiseled bodies.

The males competed at the light end of the spectrum. John weighed in at meager
138, his buddy, 135. They met at school and had become fast friends. Once the
season started later in the year, the guys would lose another 5-10 pounds.

Sadly, wrestling had been reduced to club status due to budgetary
restrictions. It hurt their egos as well as their wallets. There would be no
scholarships, national recognition or fame for these lads. But this was their
sport and they loved it.

A stockier John lunged at Jerry and scored a takedown. Not that anyone was
counting points in Jerry's basement. It was summer time and the boys were just
sharpening their skills. Jerry, a wily grappler, quickly escaped. He seized
his friend from behind. Dressed in just athletic shorts, they looked like
ancient Greek Olympians, wrestling in the nude.

"I hope we aren't interrupting anything." The girl giggled.

Jerry looked up to see his little sister and her friend standing there. The
girls had come down quietly and caught the boys in a somewhat compromising,
doggy-style position. To the untrained eye, the boys looked like much more
than friends.

"Get out, Chelsea." The boy yelled as his eyes traveled up, way up, his
sister's nubile young body. The basement was his domain and Jerry would brook
no interference from his nosy sibling.

Unfortunately, god had played a mean trick on Jerry. He stood but 5-6 on a
good day. His 'little' sister towered over him at six feet tall. Her
superiority didn't end at her height. She was every bit the athlete her
brother was, scoring a full ride volleyball scholarship amongst a bevy of
sporting accolades. The little guy often wondered if they had the same father,
which given his mom, was not an unreasonable question.

Chelsea's friend, Julie, was even taller. She stood 6-2 with long blonde hair.
Jerry liked her. They even made out once a couple of summers ago, but the 8"
height difference ruined everything. It made Jerry feel inferior and awkward.
They never hooked up again.

The girls had been sunbathing and both wore nice, conservative bikinis.
Chelsea sported a red, boy short kind that molded over her proud ass. Voted
the best 'butt in school' three times running, it looked like something carved
out of marble by some Italian master. Her flat, rippling stomach gave way to
large, almost impudent breasts. She covered them with a large red halter top
that was split down the middle to show some very deep cleavage. Even Jerry
would admit she had a pretty face framed by shoulder length black hair.

While Chelsea was big and strong, Julie was tall and slender. She wore a more
feminine black bikini that contrasted nicely with her blonde hair. The girl's
breasts measured a full size smaller than Chelsea's abundant C cups, but they
still sat up nice and firm and high.

"What, are you going to make me?" Chelsea shot back, knowing that he wouldn't
dare.

That was part and parcel of the problem with big little sisters. The buxom
girl could kick his ass. She had always, for as long as he could remember,
been bigger and stronger than him. They stopped physically fighting around age
13. At that point the defeats became just too humiliating for Jerry to bear.

That didn't stop Chelsea from occasionally intimidating or humiliating him.
Two months ago, she challenged him to an arm wrestling match in front of their
mom (dad had left years ago). Despite all of the weights, the training and the
hard work, his sister beat him easily. Then his mom sat down and beat him too,
permanently cementing female superiority in the household. Thank god for out
of state colleges.

But John knew none of this horrible secret. The lad sprang to his feet, ready
to preserve male authority. He stood confidently before the much larger girl
athlete. No mere female, no matter how big and strong she looked, would push
him around.

Jerry tried desperately to stop him. His sister weighed in at close to 200 lbs
of mean, womanly muscle. She could bench press her weight, had a 20" vertical
leap and studied judo for years. His foolishly brave friend didn't have a
prayer.

"I will." John announced, shrugging off Jerry's grasp and pushing Chelsea. The
battle lines had been drawn. Conflict was unavoidable at this point.

The girl pushed back, almost felling the smaller boy. John stood only 5-5. He
had a slightly stockier build than friend, but it did him little good against
the overwhelming superiority of the female. Only his skill could save him now.

Chelsea dropped into wrestling stance and entered their makeshift ring. Jerry
discretely noticed that his sister's nipples had hardened up, either due to
the cooler basement air or something else, something unimaginable to the young
man. He backed out of the way and let nature take its course.

John smiled evilly at the busty brunette. This was going to be fun. He lifted
weights regularly and had a stout male body to show for it. The young man
simply could not conceive of a girl being stronger than him, especially one as
pretty and eye-poppingly feminine as Chelsea. Her big hard nipples, like .357
magnums, had not escaped his eye either.

The male came in low and fast, seeing no value in feints or maneuver. But his
tactics were sound. He grabbed her tree trunk like leg and toppled the mighty
amazon. They crashed to the ground with the boy on top.

Jerry smiled broadly at his sister's expense. Perhaps John could do what he
never could? Maybe his sister would learn her place. His heart soared.
Daringly, he glanced over at Julie and her golden blonde locks. She had come
over close to him and Jerry found himself eye to eye with her succulent young
breasts. The girl smiled down at the cute little guy. By the time they
finished ogling each other, something terrible had happened. Chelsea had
turned the tables on her determined but badly outclassed male foe.

She started it by wrapping her strong arm around his head. Then the girl used
her superior strength to push him off her magnificent body. It went down hill
for the home team from there. Chelsea slid on top and put John in a full
nelson, an illegal hold, but who cares. John would soon see a bunch more new,
inventive and illicit maneuvers.

The girl rolled them back over, placing the boy on top, face up. But it was
clearly the well muscled female in control. Chelsea poured it on, maintaining
her full nelson and wrapping her long, steely legs around his midsection. She
started to squeeze and pull, threatening to pop the virile little man like
water balloon.

John looked up at his best friend, Jerry. His eyes conveyed a mixture of fear,
shame and bewilderment. Certainly, things were not proceeding in step with the
plan for male domination. John struggled but he could not escape, his already
inferior male body weakening under the ferocious female assault. It brought
back hated memories for Jerry. Almost a decade had past since their last such
fight, but the nominally big brother had that 'been there - done that'
feeling.

Then something new happened. With Chelsea providing a free and effective boy
stretching service, John's shorts became her next victim. They slid down
against her steely thighs as he struggled in vain against the busty babe's
overwhelming strength. At first, Jerry thought he was just seeing things, his
youthful imagination playing games on him. But soon, he spotted tuffs of pubic
hair rising up from his buddy's loins. Only John's johnson kept his pants on
at all.

Jerry risked a glance at the pretty blonde standing next to him. Her open
mouth and shallow breaths said it all. She saw it too.

Finally, in an answer to his prayers, Chelsea rolled her exhausted foe back
over. Perhaps she would just end things here with a complete and utter victory
over the male sex. But his 'little' sister had no intention of ending things
early. She was just getting started.

Demonstrating that awesome girl power that had won her a full ride scholarship
on the volleyball court, she hefted the male to his feet. The fighting female
had no idea that his boy parts were about to pop loose, but they did, right in
front of a stunned audience.

Chelsea woman-handled him closer to Julie and Jerry, his underwear and pants
falling with every forced step. She held his head down, compelling the boy to
bear witness to his naked humiliation.

"Submit to me, boy." The buxom brunette railed.

Jerry felt his jaw drop. He knew his sister was strong. Pound for pound, she
could probably go up against any man on the planet. But now, giving 110%, she
looked like a she-hulk. Chelsea's normally smooth skin bulged with rippling
female muscle. Her thighs looked like giant nutcrackers, capable of breaking
bowling balls. The girl's biceps and triceps resembled that of some ancient
Greek god. And her torso looked hewn out sweetly feminine steel.

Of course, he could see all of that because his friend appeared so small in
contrast to the vastly superior girl. She was whole head taller and half again
as wide as his slighter frame. His nakedness just made the male inferiority
seem worse. John's semi-erect johnson bobbed up and down, as if approving his
choice to submit.

Sadly, the male grappler never got the chance. Sensing something was amiss.
Chelsea used her height advantage to peer over John's shoulder. She looked
past his heaving pects, pulling the lad into her pillowy bosom. By the time
she saw it, John's cock was 90% large, responding to the elegant beauty of
female domination.

The buxom brunette smiled and tossed the exhausted and whipped boy to the
ground. John rolled onto his back, making no move to cover his shameful
display of male sexuality. For a brief moment, Chelsea stood over the defeated
man, her body teeming with both power and sensuality. Sexy female muscles
rippled up and down her huge frame and Chelsea's diamond hard nipples looked
ready to drill their way thru the halter top.

She put her foot victoriously on his chest. And then the buxom lass reached
down and finished yanking off John's shorts and underwear. He had always
dreamed of getting naked with this babe. It had just come true in
frighteningly unpredictable way.

"Help me." John whispered to his friend. Jerry couldn't really hear him but he
knew what his pal wanted.

It left him with no choice. Jerry had no idea what his sister would do but he
couldn't just stand by and watch her rape his best friend. Summoning his
courage, the young man stepped in to fight his lovely, dominant and oh so
buxom sister. He didn't know it yet, but his dick was already hard.

Chelsea, busy staring at John's big long love muscle, never saw him coming. He
caught the girl standing upright. Jerry played varsity football and knew how
to tackle. Chelsea went down for the second time that day, again with the boy
on top.

Jerry knew he had to press his passing advantage. If allowed to regroup, his
sister would crush him. He tried to force her onto her back for the pin. She
was strong, incredibly so, but Jerry had the advantage of position and
leverage. He also fought with the conviction it was do or die. Slowly, he
forced her powerful arms down.

But a male victory simply was not in the cards. Jerry felt a hand on his hair.
Another took his shorts. Before he could say 'rat farts', the tall blonde
lifted him off her buxom, sunbathing partner.

"That wasn't very nice." Julie cooed in his ear. She held the little muscle
boy tight. He could not escape the taller, stronger female.

Jerry watched in horror as his sister rose to her feet. Her face displayed a
look of pure hatred and vengeance. It was pay back time.

"Let him go." She hissed with her hands on those powerful hips. Chelsea's
great bosom heaved as she gulped air.

"First things first." The elegant blonde replied as her hand slowly pulled
down his shorts.

"No, please, Julie." Jerry begged her, hoping to appeal to the girl's softer
side. But the old Julie seemed to be MIA. The new one enjoyed this too much.

With his hands still battling to free his head, the male watched in more
horror as the giant blonde stripped him naked. His own giant erection sprang
free. All of it in front of his little sister!

"There. That's better." Julie said, admiring the boy's cute little tush.

John observed all of this from ground. He had enough. Like many men; stripped
of his pride, power and clothing; he panicked. The flight instinct took over
and he scrambled up the stairs.

Sadly, his hasty departure did not go unnoticed. The gorgeous blonde heard him
and reacted with incredible speed. He started with a couple of steps on the
girl but it wasn't enough. Julie covered twice the distance with her long
strides than he did. She caught the pathetic little male on the stairs,
grabbing his ankle. From there she pulled him kicking and screaming back down
the steps. His head bounced on everyone on the way down.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked. It was a valid question. The boy
was naked and sported a huge masculine spear between his legs. Running around
the neighborhood like that could get a young man in hot water.

The shapely blonde proceeded to grab John's other ankle, spread his legs and
place her bare foot atop his potent manhood. All resistance stopped at that
point. She owned him.

John only whimpered as he gazed up at the amazing blonde. While slender in
comparison to the more robust Chelsea, Julie was every bit the athlete in her
own right. Sleek cords of feminine muscle ran the length of her elegant body,
from her chiseled calves to evidently strong arms. Julie could jump with the
best of them and possessed strong thighs and buttocks to prove it. Although
girlish fat graced her stomach, the male could also see a hint of washboard
abs powering her amazing torso.

A naked Jerry peered at his sister. They looked like two old west gunfighters
poised on the edge of battle. Suddenly, the boy went for his shorts, still
gracing his ankles. He only wanted some dignity when the girl crushed him.

But again, the male's speed could not match that of the female. She rushed in,
wrapped her arms around his slender waist and put him in a girl hug. Jerry
felt his 135 lbs being lifted effortlessly into the air. His hands never got
close to his shorts and they fell away, leaving him very much naked in his
sister's embrace.

She held the struggling male so high that it pinned his rock hard cock against
her enormous bosom. Chelsea squeezed him for almost a minute, enjoying the
demonstration of her vastly superior strength at her brother's expense.

"Put me down, please." He whispered breathlessly.

"Ok," she replied, smiling. Then the buxom lass tossed her naked brother to
the floor. She taunted him, "Get up and fight, you pussy."

Jerry did indeed get up, albeit slowly. He put his hands out. "Sis, stop this.
Its too weird."

It was that, Chelsea concurred. But she didn't really care. It wasn't a sexual
thing to her, at least not with Jerry. His big hard problem between his legs
was just that: his problem. She missed their fights of yesteryear and the girl
had almost a decade of brawling pent up inside her.

"I'm not the one popping a boner in front of his sister." The busty brunette
pointed out as she grabbed his left hand, interlacing his fingers in hers.

Chelsea bent his hand back, forcing the weaker, pathetic male to his knees.
Jerry tried desperately to stop her, using both his hands against her one. But
she had leverage, unfathomable strength and the will to use it. All the male
grappler could do was gaze up past her taut hour glass stomach to her
dominating bosom.

"When I'm done with you, you're going to beg me to stop." She hissed. He would
have begged her then and there, given half a chance.

But little sis wouldn't think of it. She reached down and ran a hand between
his legs. Then the buxom brawler picked him up, crushing his little man grapes
in the process. The brutal body slam came in one smooth motion. Jerry's virile
young frame impacted the floor with bone crushing force.

Only the padded mats saved him from serious injury. Even Julie winced at the
ferocious display of sisterly superiority. The blonde even considered rushing
in and helping Jerry.

"Take it easy." Julie implored. "You don't want to hurt him."

She was right, Chelsea thought to herself. She decided on another course of
action to humiliate her brother. He managed thru sheer willpower to roll to
his hands and knees, while the girl stood over him. While Chelsea got the
lion-share of physical prowess in the family, they shared a common desire to
compete and win. Jerry was a fighter and used the mental edge to great effect
against other males.

But it was little use against these females. The busty bigger sister picked
him up around his waist and held the young man upside down. Whether by ill
luck or by design, her left hand found his huge cock. The girl's fingers
closed around her brother's forbidden shaft.

"I never knew these boys were so, ah, well built." Julie remarked, using her
toes to pump John's 8" spear.

"You're such a perv." Chelsea giggled, her own hand still holding the beef.

Jerry never knew such humiliation or shame. With his sister touching him like
that, he thought it couldn't get any worse. But he was wrong. As his juices
really started to flow, the young man realized that things were getting worse
by the second.

Fortunately, Chelsea demonstrated a pile driver, releasing his captured cock.
She took it easy on him this time. He wound up in a back breaker hold before
the girl let him flop to the floor.

"Oh, look, he's coming!" the bikini blonde announced as she molested the male
with her foot. John moaned like a whore but Jerry turned away in time to miss
his best friend's final submission.

"Sweet!" Chelsea said as she watched young John cover his chest with globs of
thick white fluid.

'Never surrender' Jerry used the diversion to launch a desperate male counter
attack. He struck his sister at the knees, tackling her second time. They hit
the floor together, with the man on top. She was on her hands and knees,
skinny little Jerry draped over her glorious ass. Whether by ill luck or by
design, his hands found her sumptuous breasts. And his manhood, that hard,
throbbing male appendage, was nowhere to be seen.

"What are you doing?" the buxom brunette railed as she straightened her back.
It was a rhetorical question. She knew exactly what her naughty brother was up
to back there.

The male went along for the ride, totally unable to contain his sister's
supple strength. But his hands stayed on her bosom in defiance of his brain's
order to release the big firm, juicy ladies. Instead, they squeezed and
massaged as if taking sustenance from their pillowy softness.

Julie watched the sibling battle with amusement. She immediately spotted
Jerry's missing manhood. Just the head of the thing protruded from between
Chelsea's hardened thighs like a one eyed snake peering out of his hole.
Already, white fluid dripped from the tip.

Sensing her brother's precarious position and feeling his sexual heat pressed
to her sizzling sex, Chelsea peered over her own eye popping breasts just in
time to see Jerry spray his seed all over the floor.

All the fight left him at this point. Jerry, like his buddy before him, went
limp, almost fainted and fell back to the floor. He awoke as his sister
dragged him over to the couch.

"You have been a very naughty Jerry." The girl said as she sat on the couch.
"Its time you learned your lesson."

Chelsea had witnessed her single mom spank him numerous times even in to
Jerry's high school years. Spare the rod, spoil the boy, was her mother's
motto. The last time, she had caught her son getting naked with a girl in the
basement. She dragged him upstairs and spanked the errant lad in front of his
would be girlfriend and a smiling Chelsea. As children, they had even play
acted corporal punishment a few times in their formative years, but Jerry
would always kick and scream so much that mom intervened. This time there
would be no one to stop them.

Jerry, to his credit, took the punishment like a man. It had been at least
five years since his mother had humiliated him in front of sweet young Sara
(he never saw her again). But the young man knew what was expected of him. He
placed himself on Chelsea's lap and arched his naked butt up for her
chastisement.

It hurt a little as the blows rained down on his bare flesh. The fact that
Julie and John stood there watching added to his humiliation. But Jerry
deserved it. For years he tried to pretend that he was his sister's equal.
That was all a lie, something invented by his fragile male ego. She had indeed
taught him a valuable lesson this day.

John watched with a sense of relief, happy not to be the one on the couch
getting his ass reddened. The blonde handed him his white cotton briefs. At
first he thought he would get to dress and maybe escape this place. A few
years of psychotherapy should make it all go away. But then she ordered him to
wipe himself off.

"Your turn." Chelsea said to John.

His heart leapt and he tried to back out of the basement. The graceful blonde
caught the little man for the second time. She woman handled him over to
Chelsea, as Jerry got up, wiping a solitary tear from his cheek.

Jerry's best friend proved to be much greater entertainment value. Even he
smiled as John kicked and screamed; just as Jerry had many years ago. John had
foolishly started this thing. He deserved this as much as anyone. Sadly, this
was John's first taste of female discipline.

"Do you want to go make out?" Julie said to the little man at her side. She
still liked Jerry, always had. That's why she asked him nicely. It was clear
to both of them that the tall blonde could simply take what she wanted.

Jerry just nodded, knowing that he had no real choice here. She took his hand,
led the male out of the basement and up to his bedroom. They kissed as man and
woman, but with the positions oddly reversed. He reached up on his tippy toes
to find her hungry lips. It only seemed natural that the powerful blonde lift
his virile body the rest of the way. His legs wrapped around her as she
carried him over to the bed. Julie laid him out and mounted his surprisingly
hard cock immediately. She didn't even bother to doff her black bikini.

Meanwhile, down in the basement, a crying John knelt before a commanding
Chelsea.

"What the hell are you good for, you big pussy?" the buxom lass said as she
stood up. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened to
her brother and her best friend. She knew Julie still had the hots for him. It
was kind of gross but it made her jealous at the same time. Her frightened boy
toy was softer than a limp noodle. Then the light went on in her pretty little
head.

She disrobed, freeing her astounding melons first. Then came a dark,
magnificent bush. John just stared in wonderment at her .357 sized nipples.

The buxom brunette used her foot to topple him. Then she straddled his
shoulders, placing her wet mound inches from his face.

"Eat me." Chelsea ordered, her brown eyes flashing.

He already was.