Kelly’s Sister	
By Mike York	My15000@aol.com		
After getting beaten by Kelly, a college senior now wrestles her younger sister.

Warning: This story contains sexual F/m situations involving minors. If this offends you, please do not
read. Copyright MY15000 1998

Chapter 2 - Kelly’s kid sister.

After I regained my senses, I was dismissed by Kelly and drove home. I was filled with confusion. On one
hand, I was humiliated that I was man-handled like that by a girl. A younger smaller girl. On the other
hand, I was tremendously excited and my hard on returned whenever I thought about what occurred. I
mean, I was at the mercy of a luscious seventeen year old female. For a while there, I was her forced sex
slave. And it was terrific. I would never have imagined that being beaten by a girl could be so erotic. We
agreed to meet again at her house next Saturday.

I went through the motions that week, pausing often whenever I’d see a young athletic girl. It could be
someone jogging down the street, or a waitress who looked like she hit the gym often. I tried to fathom
whether or not they would be as formidable a wrestling opponent as Kelly. Could I beat them? How many
women out there are capable of competing on an even or superior level with a man?

I was becoming fascinated with the entire domination concept. How much of our relationships where
based on physical superiority. It is just always assumed that the male is stronger, and I was thinking, what
a profound effect that must have on the female thought process. No matter how things go between a man
and a women, the man has the upper hand physically. Except they don’t. I reluctantly had to admit that
Kelly physically dominated me. Despite my opposition, and I tried as hard as I could, she was able to
control me. And she took advantage of me. Not in a tragically bad way, but she could’ve if she’d wanted
to, and I could do nothing to stop her if she did. I would be forced to accept whatever she had in mind for
me, because she could just physically make me. It is a sobering thought.

None-the-less, I couldn’t wait to see her again. The thought of her slender muscled body filled my
fantasies each night until Saturday finally arrived. I showed up at her house at the appointed time. I went
into the backyard and saw someone swimming in the pool. As I walked over, I quickly saw that it was not
Kelly. This girl had the same long hair and fair skin. I quickly found myself admiring her sleek form as it
assuredly pulled itself through the water with each graceful stroke. When she reached the end, she looked
up and saw me.

I watched her climb out. She was obviously Kelly’s younger sister. She had the same bright features and
confident manner. Her body, like her sister’s, was something to behold. Though not as defined, she clearly
worked out. Her skimpy two piece accented taught muscles about her arms and thighs. Her abdomen,
though not as ribbed as Kelly’s, looked firm and flat. Her breasts where firm and round, not huge, but
perfectly proportioned to her sinewy frame; stretching the fabric of her skimpy two piece. Her curves
where still developing, but she was well on her way to developing into a sensuous young women. She
greeted me with a "Hi!" as she toweled off. I watched the beads dance on her body.

"Hello."

"You’re Mike, right? Kelly said you’d be by." She walked over. "Nice to meet you, I’m Kris."

I was astonished at her beauty. Naturally smooth skin, blue eyes. She definitely captured my complete
attention such that I forget to ask where Kelly was. "Kelly had another appointment she had to attend to.
She asked me to keep you entertained."

Never before, have I been attracted to such a young girl. I mean, she was probably sixteen, but like her
sister, she seemed mature beyond her years. She casually took my arm to begin walking me to the patio.
This pulled me out of my stupor. "Oh, sure. We where just going to go over her accounting lesson."

"Really, that’s not what I heard. I heard you guys did more than just study last week."

I must have immediately blushed because she followed with: "Its OK. I think its kind of neat. I mean, that
you came back and all."

This was awful. She couldn’t know what happened. "What do you mean?"

She sat on the chaise lounge, neatly folding her legs underneath her. "Come on Mike. Kelly and I are
sisters. We share everything." This was my worst fear realized. It was one thing to be dominated by a girl,
it was quit another to have anyone else find out, especially her younger sister. "Its nothing to be ashamed
of. Kelly is a terrific athlete. She can beat lots of guys."

I sat down, somewhat embarrassed, on the lounge next to her. "That’s easy for you to say. You’re a girl."

"Yea, so what."

"What I mean is that it isn’t the same for girls. Guys are supposed to be stronger."

"That’s ridiculous. Just because a girl is stronger doesn’t mean the guy should feel bad. He should just
accept that the girl is superior."

I must have smirked or something, because she started to get upset. Still, here was a High School
sophomore telling me its ok to be beaten by a girl. This was hard to take.

"I guess maybe Kelly hasn’t finished teaching you yet. Well, you’ll learn."

"How would you know?"

"Are you kidding, I’ve been waiting for my chance for years. Kelly’s taught me quit a bit about what it
takes to beat a guy. I bet you I could beat you easily."

"Nonsense. Kelly was one thing, but she’s bigger than you, and has obviously done this before. You’re just
a girl."

"Oh I am. Would you like to put your muscle where your mouth is. I’ll show you what a girl can do."

"You can’t be serious."

"Come into the house." She got up and walked directly into the house. "I’ll show you how serious I am.
Leave you socks and shoes off." With that, she closed the door.

Now, I probably should have left right there and then. But I knew I wouldn’t. I think she knew it too. So, I
entered the house and removed my shoes and socks. I found Kris in the same room Kelly and I wrestled in
a week before. She looked incredible. Still, even with the beating I took last week, I was confident I could
beat her. She couldn’t weigh more than one hundred twenty pounds, tops. We faced off in the center of the
carpeted room. It was funny. Even though I barely knew this girl, I felt none of the trepidation I had the
week before. We both closed in simultaneously and locked up. Though she was strong and firm, she
clearly did not have the musculature of her older sister. I was able to control her somewhat and even
started to bring her down. I was even a little relived. Looking at her, I didn’t thing there was any chance
she would be stronger than me. Now I was sure.

I started to force her down when she quickly broke the embrace and dove for my ankles. She succeeded in
lifting one up, toppling me on my back. I quickly jumped up to face her again. She was just looking at me
with the most intense focused look I had ever seen. Yes, I was stronger than her, but she was still pretty
strong, and very fast. I figured hand to hand combat favored me so I again grabbed at her. She managed to
keep her hands and arms free of mine so I settled for a bear hug. Although I squeezed as hard as I could,
she still managed to twist and squirm, off setting my efforts. We ended up with her having her back to me
as I squeezed. Her smooth bare skin felt great against my arms. In fact, one of my arms was across her
breast and as I squeezed, I was a little worried that I might be hurting her. Needless to say, I wasn’t. She
continued kicking and squirming until she locked her ankle behind mine and with her free foot, pushed us
both back. I couldn’t believe someone so small could exert so much power as we fell to the carpet. I
maintained the bear hug, but she managed to get one of arms underneath mine and successfully broke my
hold. I was shock that one of her sinewy arms was that strong. She quickly scampered to my feet and
grabbed my ankles. She crossed them over each other, forcing me on my stomach. She than twisted them
again and brought them up to my ass and sat on them. She executed all of this incredibly fast. I was not
pinned, but my arms and hands where doing me little good. I couldn’t get her off my ankles when she
grabbed my arm and applied an arm lock. She only had to twist a little and I knew I was done. I pounded
the carpet in submission and she released me. Even though I was winning easily, she turned the whole
match in less than thirty seconds. I sat up and she was smiling at me.

"See, I told you so. I could beat you easily, every time."

I just sat there silently, trying to fathom how this teenager beat me so easily. Where girls really superior? I
didn’t care. All I knew is that I was embarrassed. Losing to Kelly was sort of fun, but if this got out, I
would never live it down. I got up to leave.

"Where do you think you’re going? I’m not through with you."

"I have to leave."

"Not until I say." She actually chased me down and tackled me. I had had enough. I was determined to
throw this nervy bitch from me as hard as I could. I through back my elbow violently striking her in the
jaw. She was thrown back and I got up. "You’ll be sorry you did that." She again charged me, grabbing
me around the waist and driving me to the carpet. I squirmed to escape, but she wrapped her silky legs
around mine in an effective grapevine move. I was laying on my back and she was looking down at me. I
tried pushing her off with my arms, but she grabbed my wrists. In an amazing display of girl strength, she
slowly but assuredly pushed my hands down above my head. Though the muscles in her arms where
small, the looked incredibly tight as the pinned my wrist down. I fought and struggled with all my might,
but with my legs trapped and my hands trapped, I was defeated.

"I suggest you stop trying to escape. You should just accept that I’m a better wrestler than you. OK?"

She looked down at me with that perfect sweet face. I had to look at her and knew that there was nothing I
could do. I felt the familiar bulge in my shorts. Kris felt it to as her crotch was perfectly situated over it.
"What is this I feel. Are you actually getting off on me beating you like this. Wild." My shame worsened.
"I don’t know how excited I’d be, knowing someone can control me like this. Perhaps you need another
lesson." She released my legs and as I was about to through her off, twisted my arm underneath me,
rolling me over. She than  sat next to me and pulled both of my arms behind me. My ass was now against
her crotch and she had my arms pinned to my back while her legs sort of straddled me. With her feet, she
started kicking my shorts off.

I struggled against the hold, but she had her hands clasped under my arms. I couldn’t free myself. "Kris,
please don’t do this," I pleaded. Just being imobilized by this young co-ed was humiliating enough. Now
she wanted a free sex show as well. I twisted and squirmed under her hold but that only helped her in
removing my shorts further.

They where fairly loose to begin with and with the hard on straining to get out, once she got them over it,
the came down easily, and gathered at my ankles. "See you I can control you. I can make you do anything.
Even if its against your will. I doubt this will be, but I’ve been dying to see it." She looked over my
shoulder and was fixated on my throbbing member. With her left foot, she started rubbing it smoothly.
"My, guys are easy to control. Kelly was right." She sighed with satisfaction. "You see, even though I’m
humiliating you, you still respond. A girl would never respond like this. That is why we are superior." She
rubbed it gently with her sole, up and down the shaft. "I’ve never seen a boy come before."

Aside from being as ashamed as I could ever remember, a small part of my mind knew this was wrong.
"Kris, don’t do this. Please."

"To bad lover boy. I want to see you come, and I will. I suggest you cooperate and get this over with."
With that, she tightened her grip and squeezed my arms further. My erection grew even harder. "That’s
better. See what you can do when you put your mind to it. Shouldn’t be too much longer. May be you need
some more convincing." She leaned her head on my shoulder. I felt her hair fall on my face as she took
my right ear into her mouth. Any girl who I’ve ever slept with can tell you that ear kissing will bring me
to orgasm as quick as anything. She started blowing softly and nibbling on the ear. I felt all strength and
resistence drain from my body. It was only a matter of time before I actually granted her wish.

She continued to message with her foot and after only a few seconds, I shot my juice in short sudden
bursts. It was an incredible burst that sprayed liberally on my face and she laughed. "Cool."

It was then that I saw the flash go off. I looked up and standing next a tripod and cam-corder was Kelly.
"Beautiful sis. I figured I’d take some stills to go with the video." Kris just smiled as she released me and
went to greet her sister. I sat on the floor, my spent cock sagging dripping the remnants of a forced
orgasm, my own cum dripping from my chin and cheeks, my shorts clumsily at my ankles. I was never so
humiliated. It was the best sex I ever had.

End of Chapter 2.