Test of Strength Between Siblings Part II (Full Story)

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As Megan enjoyed a nice cup of tea and discussion with her mother about her shockingly easy defeat of her older brother, there suddenly came a stirring from upstairs.

"Looks like Travis is finally coming around," said Suzanne, Megan's mother. "I hope you didn't hurt him too bad," she added and, just as she took another sip of her tea, a pained, muffled sob drifted down from upstairs.

The two women shared a look and then shrugged, continuing their tea as their older sibling and firstborn continued to moan, blissfully oblivious to what was most certainly an intense, and decidedly male, form of agony.

When they had finished their beverages and conversation, the female duo casually made their way upstairs to check in on Travis, though, if both were being honest, they were more curious to see the result of Megan's dominant handiwork than they were concerned over his wellbeing. As they turned the corner from the stairs into the den, they were surprised to see that Travis had managed to pick himself up off the floor - at least, partially - and was now draped over the back of the couch, bent at his midsection, with his hands cupping his swollen balls between knees which still remained comically turned inward.

"Wow, Travis, I'm surprised you remember how to stand without me lifting you up," Megan said cheekily. She walked over the couch and leaned nonchalantly against its back next to her brother. "Well, sorta stand," she said with a playful nudge on his hips.

He groaned as she shifted him uncomfortably on the couch's hard wooden frame. It dug into his stomach, but it was at least keeping him semi-upright.

"Gosh, I really kicked your ass, huh?" Megan asked. "And two other things, to be more specific."

Despite the acute pain emanating from between his crossed legs, Travis felt a twinge of anger at his sister's mocking. Using all the strength he could muster, he managed to turn on his side to glare up at his chit of a sister. Trying his best to growl in his usual low register, Travis opened his mouth: "*You*," he squeaked in a voice as meek and high as a soprano. Both his sister and mother giggled loudly, angering him even further.

"*You cheated*," he managed to spit out, his voice cracking in the process.

"What?!" exclaimed Megan, pushing herself from the back of the class to place her hands on her hips in a show of indignation. "I beat you fair and square based on the rules you laid out!"

"Really, Travis," Suzanne chimed in, "Stop being such a sore loser. Your sister beat you..." she hesitated but simply could not help herself, "...badly."

"That's only because she hit me below the belt," Travis protested. Thankfully, mercifully, his voice had finally begun to step back down from its higher register. He managed to turn himself off of his stomach to lean against the back of the couch. His hands were still firmly wrapped around his balls which, while still incredibly sore and swollen, were thankfully fully intact, despite the hearty *crunch*he had heard (and felt, he remembered nauseously) when his sister's knee and sneaker had pummeled them. *And the couch*... The memory of that hideous pain, the look of victorious joy on his little sister's face as she let him drop onto that hard wooden arm flooded back and, despite himself, a whimper escaped his lips and his hands clutched his battered nuts ever tighter.

"Seems to me what you're saying," Megan answered, squaring up to her brother, "is that men are naturally weaker than women."

"That's ridiculous," Travis scoffed.

"I think your argument would be more convincing if you weren't cradling your balls," Megan shot back. Suzanne laughed aloud.

"You only won because you took me by surprise," said Travis.

"Well, then why don't you two have a little rematch," Suzanne offered. "Wrestling, perhaps?" Megan's face lit up as she turned towards her mother while, Suzanne was pleased to see, Travis' sunk.

"Y-you can't be serious," he stammered. "I'm undefeated. She-she's a *girl*!"

"I believe your record is no longer undefeated, if memory serves," Suzanne said with a slick smile.

Megan turned back to her brother. "I think you're also forgetting that you lost a bet, big brother. You have to do whatever I want for the rest of break." Megan's eyes lit up brilliantly as she took a step towards Travis. "And I wanna 'rassle!"

"Mom," Travis said, looking over his sister in appeal to their mother, "you've gotta be kidding. I'll kill her."

"Oh, honey, I won't let that happen. I'll stop the fight as soon as one of you goes down, just like last time. Remember?"

Travis groaned. Megan clapped.

"Oh, this will be so much fun!" Suzanne effused cheerily. "I'm going to go call Diane to come over and watch! Maybe her daughter is in town, I'm sure she'd be interested in this sort of match-up!"

"Th-this isn't fair!" Travis complained.

"Quit your whining," Megan scolded. "If you really think boys are stronger than girls, what are you worried about? Besides, if you managed to beat me, I'll even let you off the hook for the bet."

Travis' ears perked up. "Seriously?" He said.

"Seriously."

He chuckled. Sore as his balls may be, he was still a State Champion wrestler and a member of the collegiate team and Megan was, after all, just a girl. "Alright, you're on."

"Goodie!" cheered Suzanne. "I'll clear out some space in the backyard. I suppose I'll have to work up some ringside seats for Diane and myself!"

Finally well enough to release his bruised testicles, Travis pushed himself into a standing position and made to blow past his sister to get changed into his athletic gear. *Let's see how tough she is if I'm wearing a cup...*

"Tut tut," Megan chided, stopping him with a finger on the chest. "Aren't we forgetting something?"

"What?" he spat back at her.

"You lost the bet, remember? You have to wear what I choose for you...and I have *just* the thing."

Travis gulped as his little sister bounced across the room to a nearby closet, her blonde ponytail swaying behind her. She returned in a moment with a light pink outfit hanging loosely from a hanger.

"You can't be serious," Travis said, his jaw slack.

"Dead serious," answered Megan.

"Mom...," Travis began, but his mother simply shook her head and said, "Rules are rules, Travis."

Reluctantly, Travis snatched up the pink spandex from his sister and retired into the nearby bathroom. A moment later, the door creaked open.

"Come on out," Megan called in a singsong voice. Her and her mother were both already in hysterics.

Slowly, Travis inched out a foot. Then a bit further. "Come on!" Megan shouted. Ashamed, Travis finally fully emerged from the bathroom. His legs were bare up and over the hip as he had stuffed his enormous frame into Megan's skimpy racing swimsuit. Highcut above the hip and tight around the middle, the outfit was designed to streamline the female form in the pool. On Travis, however, there was little room for his dangling appendages between the leg. His two orbs, still quite sore from Megan's earlier beating, were prominently outlined within the tight pink spandex, filling it beyond its constraints and threatening to burst out.

Suzanne and Megan were besides themselves with laughter. "Perfect," Megan said when she had regained her composure. She strode confidently across the room to square up with her brother, who shirked away from her awkwardly. "Nowhere to hide in that," she purred, leaning in close to him. She cupped his chin between her fingers and lowered her voice. "I'm gonna beat you, big brother," she whispered. "Really, really, *reaaaally*," she slapped his cheek, "bad."

Travis gulped. He was sweating and trembling slightly as his little sister walked her fingers down his chest, his midsection... "This time, I'm gonna make it *hurt*," she told him, biting off the word. Her fingers walked down past his hip and then she pulled them back. He met her eye. Megan loved the fear she saw there. She tapped his spandex-bound packaged lightly. "Right where it counts," she purred. Travis yelped softly.

And then Megan spun on her heel and skipped towards the stairs. "See ya out back, big bro!"

Over the course of the next hour or so, Suzanne made her calls and was pleased to hear that not only was her friend Diane eager to watch an inter-gender match between Travis and Megan, but that her daughter, Kelly, was in fact in town and, to sweeten the pot even further, her boyfriend Scott was with her and would be dragged along to enjoy the show. Suzanne reveled at the thought of an audience witnessing her daughter's unique display of girl power firsthand and having another young man in attendance to learn a thing or two nearly melted her insides.

Travis, meanwhile, was miserable. His sister and mother had ordered him to set up a mat in the backyard for the contest and also set up a ring of chais nearby for the spectators, all while trying to maneuver in his very, very tight new attire. When he placed a single chair for his mother beside the mat and she had tutted and told him to grab three more, he balked.

"You actually invited people?" He squawked, absolutely bewildered.

"Well, of course I did, honey," Suzanne answered. "It wouldn't be much of a match without an audience, now would it?"

"B-but," Travis stammered, "I'm, I'm wearing this!" He gestured wildly to his tight pink leotard, causing his swollen package to jiggle comically in its tight constraints.

"Oh, it's no different than your singlet, is it?" said Suzanne, feigning ignorance and doing her best not to laugh. "Besides, you said you were going to 'kill' Megan, remember? It's not like this will take that long, will it?"

Travis shifted uncomfortably. "Well, yeah, I mean... she cheated earlier and caught me off guard." Suzanne noticed that, perhaps subconsciously, her son's hand drifted over his spandex-clad mound as he recalled his last scuffle with his sister and its humiliating, painful outcome. Still, it seemed as though it would take more than one emasculating defeat to undo years of machismo. "Look, no offense," he continued, "but she's a girl. This is wrestling. She can't possibly beat me, so she's going to go for my..." he trailed off, embarrassed.

"Your nuts?" Suzanne offered.

"Uh...yeah," said Travis, now extremely uncomfortable. "That's the only reason she ... won ... last time. It's not fair."

Suzanne crossed her arms. "But she's just a girl? She must have some weaknesses on her body, too?"

"It - it's not the same."

"Well, how can she be weaker than you if you are so afraid of one vulnerable area?"

"I'm not afraid!" Travis roared. "She got lucky, is all, and caught me by surprise. That won't happen again." He slammed the last chair down beside the mat on the grass. "I'm going to kick her ass and teach you, and your girly friends, exactly why girls shouldn't fight with men."

*Purrrrrrrfect*, Suzanne thought rapturously. She wanted his ego to be as big as possible. *All the more fun when he learns another lesson*. Her head was swimming with fantasies of emasculation, but she continued to play the coy angle of ignorance. "Oh gosh," she said, "maybe I should call this off. I don't want Megan to get too hurt..."

Travis wheeled on her, his prominent bulge once again jiggling egregiously. "Her?!" His eyes were alight. "It's too late to back out now," he fumed. "If Megan wants to wrestle, let's wrestle. I'm going to dominate her. I'm going to make her *beg* me to stop. If she thinks she knows what pain is, she has another thing coming! I'm going to —"

"Oh!" Suzanne gasped, getting a sudden brainwave, "Hold on, let me record this!" She produced her phone from her pocket and quickly pulled up the camera and pressed record. Just as she did, there came a stir from behind her as Diane, Kelly and Scott shuffled into the backyard. Travis, embarrassed, covered his bulge and turned away.

"Hello?" Diane began as she made her way into the backyard. When she caught eye of Travis' hulking frame, stuffed as it was into a woman's one-piece racing suit, she couldn't help but gasp and blurt out a giggle. Kelly, meanwhile, was agog while her boyfriend, who had been brought over to the neighbor's house without pretense, simply looked on confused. "Are we interrupting?" Diane asked, unable to pry her eyes from Travis' formidable package, try as he might to conceal it.

"Not at all," Suzanne said chipperly. "We were just getting ready to begin. We have seats all set up for you ringside," she added, gesturing to the chairs near the mat on the lawn.

"What the hell is this?" Scott asked, truly confused.

"Just a little wrestling match," said Suzanne. "Travis here is getting ready to square off against his sister, Megan, in what I guess is a bit of a Battle of the Sexes, no?"

"Oh my God, this is *amazing*," gushed Kelly, who had grown up a grade or two behind Travis and Megan and was fully aware of Travis' athletic history. Secretly, she had always longed to see a scuffle between the two siblings, with Megan emerging the victor, of course. "Megan is seriously gonna fight Travis?"

"Seriously," said Suzanne, matter-of-fact.

"Oh, yes yes yes!" Kelly exclaimed, clapping and hopping up and down. "I've always wanted to watch a girl beat up a boy!"

Scott, who too had been behind Travis and Megan in school and had actually been on the JV squad when Travis was the school's wrestling captain, turned towards his girlfriend, shocked by her reaction. "What are you nuts? He'll kill her." He turned his unbelieving stare toward Suzanne and Diane. "You can't be serious about this."

"You really don't think she'll win?" Kelly asked in her most innocent tone.

"You've been watching too many movies, sweetie," Scott told her with a condescending pat on her shoulder. "Travis will destroy her. I've seen him in action, he was the captain of our team. He never even lost a match!"

"But girls always win," Kelly pouted.

"You've got to be kidding me," said Scott, rolling his eyes. "Travis, are you really going to beat up your sister in front of all of us?"

Blushing, Travis turned to face the newly-formed crowd of spectators. He did his best to hide his abundant bundle of manhood behind folded hands. "I have to," he said flatly.

"What do you mean?" asked Scott.

"I just have to," shot back Travis. His blood was boiling at this entire circus show. "I'm going to kick Megan's ass. Bad. If you all want to see a girl getting put in her place so badly, I guess I'll have to show you. Girls can't fight. Megan's going to have to learn that hard way and I guess so will you ladies. I'm going to put her in her place and, just so we're all clear, this doesn't end until there is sobbing for the match to be called. Understood?"

Suzanne clapped and tapped her phone with a *click*. "Oh, just perfect," she said cheerily. "I got that all. Thanks, honey, that was just *perfect*!"

"This is going to be delightful," Diane exclaimed as she took her seat beside the mat. Like Suzanne, she had had children early and now, while still in her early forties, was still quite a looker herself. She caught Travis sneaking a glimpse at her plunging blouse. "There's just something so exciting about an intergender fight, isn't there?" she asked him cheekily.

Travis snapped his eyes up from her ample chest. "Pay attention," he growled. "You're about to learn a lesson. I've had enough of this girl power bullshit. You're about to see what happens wh—"

"Oh, lovely, you seem to be in much more of a fighting mood," Megan called from the doorway, interrupting her older brother's boasting. As she stepped out into the yard, everyone turned. Striding confidently forward, Megan drove the small crowd to hushed silence as she made her way to the mat, the late afternoon sun catching her golden skin in dazzling shimmers. She was dressed in white sports socks and a pair of thick-soled sneakers that, while bulky and undoubtedly much heavier than traditional wrestling shoes, gave her another inch or two in height. Her footwear also accentuated her muscular calves and thighs, fully exposed up to her hip where she wore a high-rise pair of black lycra thong panties. Her midriff was bare, her defined abdominal muscles shifting visibly in the slanting light, and as a top she had donned a black sports bra with white trimming which jiggled softly as she sauntered towards her opponent. Her blonde locks were pulled back in a sporty ponytail.

"Now you're interested," Kelly chided her boyfriend, who was nearly drooling at the sight of Megan in her "wrestling" attire. Scott blushed deeply.

"You got quite the little crowd together, Mom," Megan said enthusiastically as she stepped onto the mat and squared up to her brother. She gave them a little wave and a broad smile. "You all came by just to watch me bust Travis up?"

Kelly was nearly beside herself with excitement. "I didn't even know!" she exclaimed. "My mother just told me to come by for a fun surprise and I had *no idea* it was going to be a wrestling match between you and your brother. Oh, I've always dreamed of watching a boy and a girl go toe-to-toe and Scott and I are just so excited to you watch you beat up Travis! Aren't we, baby?" She tugged sharply on her boyfriend's arm, lurching him forward as she hurriedly made her way to their seats.

"I - uh, this-this is just...," Scott stammered, unable to draw his eyes from the beautiful, shapely girl who was now standing on a mat beside a male opponent nearly twice her size. Even in her blocky sneakers, Megan was still a good few inches shorter than Travis.

"Well, now that we're all here," Suzanne said as she, too, took her seat ringside, "I suppose we can get started. Are you two ready?"

Megan nodded curtly. Travis rolled his eyes, still in disbelief this was actually about to happen. He, an undefeated college wrestler, about to beat his little sister in front of a crowd in his backyard.

"Is-is this really going to happen?" Scott bubbled out, equally flabbergasted.

"Yah huh!" Kelly nodded enthusiastically.

Suzanne raised her phone, clicked her camera app and said, "Alright, I'm recording. Let the Battle of the Sexes commence," she giggled and then added quickly, "Oh, um, ding ding ding!"

The small crowd all cheered loudly, eager to watch the contest between a lithe young woman and a hulking young man about to play out before them (all except Scott, who sat wide-eyed as his girlfriend gripped his thigh tightly).

"I'm going to fucking kill you," Travis snarled, crouching into a traditional wrestler's position. Megan began giggling softly. "What the hell are you laughing at?!" barked Travis.

"Oh, it's just," Megan tittered. "It's just your voice. It's back to normal." Travis blushed as his mother also began to laugh and the other members of the audience exchanged confused glances. "Don't worry," said Megan, "I'll knock it back up there. I promise."

Travis, enraged and determined to put an early hurting on his chit of a sister, lunged forward. With outspread arms, he aimed to ensnare Megan in a tight grip. She, however, was prepared for this and caught his forearms, locking her grasp around her brother's thick muscles as they struggled against one another.

"This is familiar," Megan smiled. Travis roared and, dipping to his right, managed to free one of his arms from his sister's grasp and, with his other hand, twirled her into him. Megan's smaller frame crashed into her brother's oaken torso and, before she could move further, her brother brought both of his arms around her in a crushing vice.

"Not this time," Travis mouthed cockily as he applied more pressure around his little sister's chest. The crowd leaned forward on their chairs.

"I told you," Scott whispered to Kelly. She simply hushed him and gave his thigh a slap.

"Now you're gonna find out who's really stronger," snarled Travis, bearing down with his arms and bracing his massive legs, readying himself to lift his sister off the ground and slam her backwards onto the mat.

Megan, meanwhile, showed no outward concern at her predicament. Just as her brother began to bend his knees and arch his back to flip her over, she relaxed her body, creating a bit of separation between her backside and Travis' spandex-clad midsection. It wasn't enough to break the boy's iron hold, but that wasn't her intention anyhow. Trying to keep a hold on his slippery opponent, Travis shifted his weight forward, redoubling his grip, but as he did so, Megan too bent forward and, just as her brother crowded up against her, hunched down over her, she threw her head back violently.

Her head met her brother's face with a sickening crunch as, carried by his own momentum forward, Travis' nose met his sister's skull with tremendous force. He shrieked and immediately lost his grip around his female opponent as the crowd moaned loudly in sympathy. Megan, however, was not letting up an inch. As she regained her feet on the mat as Travis clutched his bloody nose behind her, she planted her feet, brought her fists together over her head and then drove her sharp, pointed elbow backwards with explosive force. The blow struck Travis dead center in his abdomen. The bigger boy's breath escaped in a gust as his stomach gave in, wrapping around Megan's sharp elbow, and his hands dropped from his face to expose his pained expression.

The crowd erupted, at least the female contingent, as the two fighters remained frozen in relief before them: Megan smiling ear to ear, her shoulders square with her elbow still buried deeply in her brother's midsection; Travis, open-mouthed and gasping haltingly as his eyes bulged out of his skull.

Scott similarly stared on wide-eyed. How could she have turned the tables that quickly? She was a girl! Travis was an undefeated state wrestling champion!

Kelly, noting her boyfriend's shock at the early reversal of fortunes in the fight, turned to him with a cheeky smile and playfully raised an eyebrow.

"Great shot!" Diane cheered as Megan withdrew her elbow from her brother's midsection. The female fighter grinned broadly as her male opponent dropped weightily to his knees behind her, gasping for breath as his hands moved from his busted nose to his gut.

"Yay, Megan!" clapped Kelly. "Show him who's boss!"

"Y'know, I was thinking," said Megan, turning her attention back to her brother, who was still on his knees, struggling to suck in some much-needed air after his sister's blow had emptied his lungs. "You probably have a point about girls not wrestling with boys."

"I'm...gonna...kill...," Travis struggled to get out between gulps of breath. Before he could finish, however, his head was sent reeling yet again as his younger sister drove her dainty knee up under his chin. She delivered the blow almost nonchalantly, but it met the point of Travis' chin with expert precision, rattling the boy's teeth and sending him flying backwards to crash onto the mat.

"When boys fight with other boys," Megan continued, casually walking between her brother's legs, turning her back on the small crowd, "there are certain rules that they both follow." She kicked his legs apart, one by one, spreading them out wide and then, much to Scott's pleasure given Megan's choice of attire, bent over to grasp her brother by the ankles, one in each hand.

"But it doesn't seem fair if a girl is fighting a boy that she should have to deliberately take it easy on him just because he's weaker." With a soft grunt, Megan hefted her brother's legs up. She stepped forward and pressed against his ankles in opposite directions, splaying her male opponent's legs out wide. Megan smiled to herself as she heard Kelly giggling behind her as Travis' bulge came into full view for the audience, prominently displayed in her tight racing suit and sitting on full display like two ripe oranges between his widespread legs.

"Wait, what is she - she's not gonna...," Scott whispered in a hurried, hushed tone.

"Ya-huh," Kelly answered excitedly. She was nearly off of her seat, leaning forward in extreme anticipation.

Megan continued to push on her brother's ankles until there came a sharp *crack* from Travis' hips. The boy moaned out deliriously, still shaken by his sister's rattling knee to his chin. Satisfied with her work, Megan tapped a finger on Travis' ankle. "Pay attention, now," she chided. "I'm trying to make a point."

Travis stirred but still remained flat on his back.

"See, a boy isn't allowed to hit another boy in certain places, but girls don't have that rule," Megan continued. Her brother was beginning to come back around and now was groggily raising his head only to see his sister smiling down at his compromising position.

"Wait..," he began.

"For example," Megan said, grinning down at him as she pressed hard against his ankles, "I bet none of the boys you wrestled before ever tried out this move." Before Travis could process exactly what was happening, Megan drew back her leg, fully bent at the knee to where her kneecap kissed the tip of her sports bra delicately and then sent it pistoning downward to bury the heavy soles of her sneakers into her brother's prominent, exposed bulge with an almighty *CRUUUUUNCH*.

Megan's shoe pummeled Travis' nuts hard against his pelvis, compressing them to a ludicrous degree. The boy screeched and immediately folded upright into a bent, seated position as his sister drove ever downward on his already-swollen package.

The crowd all winced in unison as Megan's blow struck home, crossing their own legs in sympathy and letting out a drawn out "ooooooooooooooohhhhhhh" as the crunching sound of Travis' nuts rang out. Because of Megan's position of her opponent (and Travis' skintight outfit), they had a full view of the intimate agony taking place between the male wrestler's legs as his sister ground his nuts nearly to paste.

"Yep , this is definitely the first time someone's used that move," Travis squeaked.

"Told ya I'd knock your voice up," Megan teased him. "Well, would you say that it's effective?" Her brother, however, had seemingly eked out the only words he was capable of at the moment and only gurgled nauseously in response as his eyes went crossed. "Seems like a 'yes' to me, right?" Megan said, turning to appeal to the crowd.

"Oh my...*god*," oozed Scott. He was swaying slightly in his seat, dizzy himself from simply the imagining of Travis' torment.

"Perfect," said Megan, "I trust a man's perspective on it." And, with that, she ground her heel once more into her brother's balls, eliciting another soft *crunch* from beneath her sole and then, mercifully, peeled her sneaker from off of his compressed package. Travis squeaked once more and then collapsed onto his back, his arms splaying out wide as he did so. Megan dropped her brothers ankles unceremoniously where they thudded heavily against the mat. "Let's continue, then," she chirped happily and then sauntered her way around her brother's prostrate form, her thighs and exposed cheeks glistening in the afternoon sun.

"Girls are beating the boys so far," Kelly purred as she turned to Scott, running a mischievous hand up his thigh. "Told ya!"

Scott looked on, mouth agape. He had never seen anyone take such a vicious blow between the legs and certainly not one delivered by a shapely girl in a thong. His own nuts ached watching Megan deliver such a brutal stomp, made all the more painful, he could only thankfully imagine, by her choice of footwear. The pain Travis was in must certainly be extraordinary, yet Scott felt himself growing stiff watching the early domination Megan had displayed in this inter gender matchup.

“Ooh,” Kelly cooed in excitement as she felt Scott’s turgid member through his shorts. “You like it, too! Maybe we’ll have a match of our own later.” She gave him a wicked smile. “Oh god, I would love to beat you at fighting.”

“Buh…buh…,” was all Scott could manage to blubber out, dumbfounded as he was by this entire display.

On the mat, Megan had sauntered over to stand astride of Travis’ shoulders so that her much bigger brother was now staring up between her legs. At least, he would have been, had his eyes not still been turned inward. Megan couldn’t help but laugh as she looked down into Travis’ face. She had apparently rendered him comatose, yet not unconscious. Her brother’s crossed eyes were glazed and distant, mouth hung open in a drooping pout as he bubbled out quiet, thin-pitched sobs.

“Still think girls can’t wrestle, big bro?” Megan teased, tapping the toe of one of her heavy shoes against Travis’ cheek. “I got em pretty good that time, huh?”

Travis’ eyes uncrossed slowly to look up at his sister. He nodded weakly, clearly wishing she had fully knocked him into unconsciousness.

“Don’t worry,” she told him. “I’ll get em better next time.”

Before her brother could whimper out another reply, Megan bent and grasped him beneath each arm. Then, with a great show of strength, she tossed the much larger boy forward where his knees bounced quickly and sent him flying, facefirst to crash into the mat with a heavy splat.

The crowd ooooohed once more in sympathy, followed by more titillating laughter from the women watching. Suzanne zoomed her camera in on Travis, who was lying facedown on the mat at the feet of his sister who was so easily demolishing him.

Wasting no time, Megan straddled the broad back of her brother, laced her fingers under his chin and yanked backward with all her might, bracing herself on her exposed, flexed thighs.

Travis was craned backwards and off the mat, his spine curving painfully as Megan pulled him, unrelenting. Suzanne had a perfect shot of his pained face as he gritted his teeth and gasped for release.

“Oh my,” said Suzanne. “That one looks extremely painful.”

“It…is…,” wheezed Travis.

“I thought this would be more of a contest,” said Diane, though she certainly didn’t sound as if she were complaining.

“Really, now, Travis, stop going easy on her just because she’s your sister,” said Suzanne, giggling a bit as she framed Megan’s confident, determined smile behind Travis’ pleading grimace.

Megan adjusted, stamping down on the back of her brother’s thighs and redoubling her grip. She pulled back as hard as she could, eliciting a series of sharp cracks as Travis was pulled to a ludicrously bowed angle.

“Hhhhhnnnnnnngggggg,” groaned Travis. Like a seal, he began to flap his arms against the canvas, tapping out wildly.

“Ahhh,” moaned Megan. “Did I beat you already?”

“Nnnnnnnggggg…give….I give!,” Travis whined as best he could through gritted teeth.

Megan frowned, not yet ready to stop punishing her brother in front of such a crowd. Her mother, however, intervened just as Megan was about to give up her hold under Travis’ chin.

“Nuh uh uh,” she began, wagging a stern finger at her son as she stepped onto the mat. “That was not the agreement, remember?”

“What…do…you…mean?!” Choked out Travis, his eyes panicked.

Suzanne flipped her phone around and held up a video to Travis as Megan continued yanking back on his spine.

“…and just so we’re clear, this doesn’t end until there’s sobbing…” came his own voice from the recording.

Travis’ heart sank. “Wait,” he said, lip quivering. “You…can’t…be….serious. I give up!!”

“Oh yes yes yes!!!” Kelly cheered. “Make him cry, Megan! Make it hurt!”

“Mom, please,” Travis begged and, arguably, one could say, sobbed.

His mother simply shrugged and stepped back to her seat. “You set the rules, Travis, not me.”

Travis couldn’t believe it. Before he could process it further, Megan snapped his head even farther back and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You’ll be sobbing in no time, baby,” she promised him. “Hang in there.”

Travis could only quiver as his little sister dropped him once more onto his face.

Travis hit the mat hard, his whimpers muted by the canvas. Kelly had wrapped a silky palm around Scott’s now rock-hard member. “Are you still enjoying the match, baby?” She purred as she stroked. “Seems like it.”

Scott looked on, conflicted. It was hard for him to process the sight of Travis, his old wrestling captain, being so thoroughly emasculated at the hands of his little sister. Dianne was right, it wasn’t very competitive. This was a rout, and as much as Scott felt ashamed at the display Travis was putting on for the male sex, he couldn’t help but be aroused at the absolute effortless domination Megan was showcasing over him.

It seemed everyone was enjoying this battle of the sexes except for the male representative currently on the mat. If Scott was surprised by the outcome this far, Travis was astounded. Not only was he losing a wrestling match for the first time in his life, it was happening in front of his mother and her friend and another sexy young lady, who just so happened to be sitting next to one of his own old teammates. And it was happening at the hands of his little sister.

And she was utterly demolishing him.

Travis whined into the canvas. His nose ached, his back was on fire and his balls. His groans pitched up to a higher pitch. Oh God, his balls….

Perhaps Megan had read his mind because a moment later Travis felt a sharp tug between his legs.

“Oh God, no!!” He shrieked in panic. Megan hushed him and pulled harder on the tight Lycra of his swimsuit. The fabric strained mightily, sucking hard against Travis’ ample package and compressing it against his groin.

“Holy shit,” said Scott, cupping for his own balls in sympathy as Travis was lifted off the mat by the tight pink spandex suit hugging his balls.

“Ooooooh, now that one *really* has to hurt,” laughed Suzanne, still filming. “How are you holding up, Travis?” She asked, laughing at her own wordplay.

Travis gaped at her, eyes crossing yet again, mouth open in a perfect O. Megan yanked again, causing her brother to squeak hilariously as she pulled him up onto his tiptoes.

“Not quite there yet, big bro,” she assured him. “Don’t pass out on me now, you still gotta show us some sobs!”

Megan redoubled her grasp on the swimsuit straps, which were now pulled up high between her brother’s legs. A slow, steady *crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuunnnnnnncccccchhhhhh* eminated from Travis’ groin as the unyielding suit forced his nuts tighter and tighter against his body until, mercifully, they *popped* out the other side.

Travis ceased his squeaking immediately. His arms went limp and his toes scraped the edges of the canvas as his sister held him like a marionette from behind, dangling painfully from his most sensitive bits.

Tears welled in his eyes, but no sound could escape his lips.

“He loses, okay!” Called out Scott, delirious from both Kelly’s stimulation and the imagined pain Travis must be in. “You win! Let him go!”

“Oh, hush,” chided Kelly, removing her hand from his erection to give her boyfriend a solid, disciplinary slap in the balls. Scott groaned and slumped over. “Much better,” said Kelly. “Now sit there in silence and let’s watch Megan finish him off.”

“I don’t know how much more he can handle,” laughed Dianne. Her fingers were fast at work between her legs. “Hard to believe how cocky he was just a moment ago. Think he’s learned his lesson?”

Megan shrugged and skipped forward, bouncing happily across the mat to turn Travis around so that the crowd had a full view of bulbous mound she had forced between her brother’s crossed legs. They winced collectively at the sight of it.

“We’ll, I’d say the lady is definitely the victor in this little Battle of the Sexes,” said Suzanne. “What do you think?”

“Wasn’t much of a battle,” laughed Dianne, unable to pry her eyes off of Travis’ compressed bulge.

“Well we already know Scott’s thoughts,” said Kelly, slapping him again, harder this time, and forcing a squeaky, urgent “She wins!” from her boyfriend.

“Yay, then!” exclaimed Suzanne. “Girl power!”

“Hold on,” said Megan. “We still got to hear him sob.” She reached around to cup Travis’ cheeks. “Isn’t that right, big bro?”

Travis shuddered and let out another whimper.

“He’s up for it,” Megan stated, smiling. With that, she wrapped a tight fist around the base of Travis’ compressed mound, then, with her other hand, grasped the contents tightly.

“Time to make good on our promises, Trav,” she said as she began to twist. “I promised I’d make it hurt…”

She dug in her fingers and twisted a notch. Travis found his voice.

“”Myyyyyy”” he squealed.

“Right where it counts…” another twist.

“”””Ballllllllllsssss!!!!” Screeched Travis wildly.

Megan stopped twisting. In her hands was a tight pink bundle, throbbing painfully. She used a hand to turn her brother’s pained face toward hers. She gave him a little wink. “And you promised this doesn’t end til there’s sobbing…,” she dropped his cheeks and now Travis was openly sobbing.

“Pleeeeeeease,” he begged. “You beat me!”

“How bad?”

“Pleeeeeeeasee!!!”

“The worst you’ve ever been beaten?”

“God, yes, pleeeeeeease. You win!”

“Did I dominate you?” Megan sang, jiggling her brother in her grasp as she did so.

“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!!! You kicked my ass, okay, Megan? Pleeeeeaase, you dominated me!!” Travis wailed.

“Well, that counts as a sob, right?” Megan asked. All the watchers nodded, rapt on the scene. “Ok, then. I win.” She raised a fist. “But just so there’s no debate that I didn’t live up to my promise…”

Megan slammed her fist down on her brother’s tightly bound orbs. It met his spongy package with a ludicrous *craaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkk* which had the entire crowd moaning in sympathy.

Travis screamed out silently, back arching and legs snapping comically inward as his sister pummeled his nuts and knocked him into blissful unconscious, mercifully bringing her emasculating domination to a dramatic finish. As he went limp in her grasp, Megan dropped him unceremoniously to the mat where he landed with a splat.

Cheers erupted from the women. Scott, meanwhile, gurgled and threw up and then passed out himself.

“Wow,” said Kelly, flushed and shaking as the most intense orgasm of her life rocked her body. “You knocked out two guys!”

Megan smiled and gave a little curtsy, pleased with her display of girl power. She stepped over the unconscious frame of her big brother, confident he would never challenge who was the stronger sex is again.

When he came too, painfully and likely unable to walk, she would have him watch the video of her dominance over him. Perhaps she’d even host a screening on campus of their little Battle of the Sexes…