Long Time Coming Story - Chapter 1

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I wrote this story and a sequel for it quite a few years ago and posted it on the old family fights board. After a long hiatus I am trying to get back into the story-writing mode. I am planning on continuing this saga for quite some time. I will post the sequel soon. If anyone is interested or has any particular ideas to explore, please let me know.

Long Time Coming
by Blizzard

My older sister's idea sounded ludicrous when she first sprung it on us. Mom and I were lounging by the pool soaking up some rays when Kristen came home from her job at the health club. Kristen is my 21 year old sister. She's of the drop dead gorgeous variety; 5'8" tall, 135 perfectly proportioned pounds, blonde hair down to her ass and muscle tone that raises not only the cock of every guy that lays eyes on her, but the ire of their better halves as well. Picture a tall Heather Locklear with Anna Kournikova's body and you're looking at my sister.

Kristen's pulchritude is no doubt hereditary. My mom Cynthia is about the hottest 45 year old woman to draw a breath. If I hear one more 'M.I.L.F.' comment from any of my friends I'm going to explode. Mom is also a blonde but she wears her hair shoulder length. She's 5'7" tall and weighs about 130 pounds but you'd never get a number out of her lips. Mom is very dedicated to fitness and the desire to maintain her athletic body. She's a member of the club where my sister is employed and she works out there religiously. As for me, I'm the baby of the family at 18. My name is Kyle and I'm still in high school. Well, I may be the baby but I'm no runt. I'm 6'1" tall and a solid 185 pounds. I didn't build my frame by working out at the club like my mom and sis though. Ever since I was old enough to walk, my Dad, Eric, took me with him on his outdoor excursions. We hiked, paddled, rock climbed, hunted, fished - you name it, if it was outdoor recreation we did it. Unfortunately, I lost my Dad a year ago due to an aneurysm. He was as rugged as a granite post but one day while weeding his garden he dropped like a stone and he was gone. It was terribly painful for all of us to try and cope with our loss. Not only for us but also for Dad's "second" family as well. My parents divorced when I was 9 and Dad ended up marrying Terri a short time later. Rumors persisted about how Dad and Terri were an item before he and Mom split but I never asked and he never told. It didn't really matter anyway. Well, to me it didn't but I'm sure Mom took a different stand on the issue.

Terri had two children from a previous marriage, Brianne and Travis. As hard as Dad tried to make all of us one happy family it just never happened. My Mom still loved him despite it all and Terri was never anything else to her other than the woman who was fucking her man. On more than one occasion I swore Mom and Terri were going to get into it. Terri was rather petite; 5'3" and 115 pounds or so. I figured my Mom would chew her up and spit her out like a bad oyster if they ever tangled.

I tried to like Travis but he was just a smart-assed little prick. He was one of those wiry little guys that was always in your face looking for trouble. 'Little Man Syndrome' they call it. He could not have been any taller than 5'6" or 5'7". Regardless, even though we were the same age we just never hit it off. Luckily I rarely saw him since he went to a different school than the one I attend.

Kristen and Brianne were actually pretty good friends for a few years. Brianne was a year younger than my sister and like Travis she was somewhat small. At 5'2" tall and maybe 110 pounds, what she lacked in size she more than made up for in attitude. It must have been the red hair. All of them were redheads. Terri wore hers quite short and close-cropped while her daughters reached several inches below her shoulders. It was that beautiful shade of auburn that would turn your head when you caught it out of the corner of your eye. I've always had a weakness for redheads and truth be known I've yanked my crank many a time while thinking about Brianne. Insert a visual of a short Alyson Hannigan and you've got Brianne. Unfortunately, the little auburn-haired beauty had the same effect on my sister's boyfriend Karl as she did on me. His wandering dick strayed one night and found its way into Brianne's velvet tunnel and so ended Kristen and Brianne's friendship. I would have bet the farm that Kristen would hunt down Brianne and tear her ass up but she handled it amazingly well. She ended the relationship with Karl, ended her friendship with Brianne and floated on down the river without ever looking back. Or so I thought...

Back to poolside with me and Mom. When Kristen sat down in a lounge chair facing us I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was scheming. I'd seen that look before and trouble had been right on its heels. Apparently she had seen Karl that day. This wasn't the first time he'd crawled back with his hat in his hand. Kristen had made the poor bastard suffer miserably for his little faux pas with Brianne. She reduced him to a pitiful wretch who swore he'd do anything to win her heart back. When she finally had a long talk with him several interesting tidbits came to light. It seemed that Brianne had hunted his ass for quite some time before he got drunk and finally let his little head overrule his big head. The evil little redhead revealed unto him her utter disdain for Kristen and admitted the only reason she had hung out with my sister was to fuck her man. Even better than that, supposedly Terri had told her daughter that stealing Karl would be like taking candy from a baby if Kristen was as dead a lay as my mother Cynthia. Oooh...that one stung. My Mom's body stiffened when she heard that insult. She was a woman who worked her ass off to maintain a sexy, fit body. Mind-blowing sexual performance went hand in hand with that body as far as Mom was concerned. That miserable bitch Terri was insinuating that she lost my Dad because of...sub-par fucking?! Ludicrous idea my ass...them's was fightin' words!

Kristen now had our full attention. Her plan went like this: a year had passed since we lost Dad and we still had not associated with Terri and her kids. At the funeral Terri had actually attempted to mend fences with Mom and suggested they get together sometime to talk but Mom had never taken her up on the invite. It appeared Kristen and Karl were going to give it another go, and after her talk with Karl the rage my sister had buried regarding that slut Brianne had now erupted and it needed to be dispensed. I still couldn't stand Travis - especially since my 18 year old girlfriend Danielle said that on more than one occasion he'd flirted with her at the pizza shop where she worked. I knew the little fucker was doing it just to get under my skin. In a nutshell, my sister wanted to invite the step family over with the premise of "burying the hatchet" followed by a "truce" barbecue. In reality we were going to kick their puny asses over every square foot of our lawn. The vote was unanimous...and it was a big FUCKING AYE!

That night Mom called Terri and invited her and her kids over for the slaughter...errr...barbecue. She should've won an Oscar for the performance she pulled off during that conversation. I don't know how she did it but her peace offering certainly sounded sincere to me. Terri agreed to come over with Brianne and Travis the following Saturday afternoon. As the day of reckoning drew near our anticipation soared through the roof. Like I mentioned, I always knew Mom was very proud of her body and maintained it with impeccable dedication, but I wasn't aware of the bloodthirsty beast that began to show its fangs as the weekend approached. Mom wanted to destroy Terri and she openly shared her desires with us. The destruction wasn't only going to be physical; she wanted the damage to be psychological as well.

They say the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree and listening to my sister predict a similar fate for the slutty Brianne, I didn't doubt the old saying at all. Kristen had revealed the plan to Karl and she didn't have to ask him twice to be at our place on Saturday. She shuddered with devilish delight just thinking about how humiliating it would be for Brianne to have Karl witness her being beaten like a rented mule by the woman he'd begged to take him back. The blood flow through my dick was like a raging river as I thought about the erotic carnage that was soon to come. I had a good feeling that I was finally going to see more of Brianne's body than she ever would've willingly displayed. My sister was going to make her eat her clothes.

It goes without saying that my girl Danielle was going to be front and center when I punished Travis for his misbehavior. I told her to keep the plan a secret and like a good girl she did. She was probably more excited than I was about the fight. Every time she saw me that week her panties were soaked. Chicks that say they are disgusted by fights are lyin' right through their teeth. They love that shit.

Okay, let me drift back in time a few weeks and relive that afternoon that was filled with destructive combat. It's a day that none of those present will ever forget. The moment Terri, Brianne and Travis showed up at our house they knew something was up. Brianne was rather shocked at the sight of Karl and the look in her eyes as she glared at my sister needed no explanation. She whispered something in her mother's ear and Terri's expression visibly hardened. Mom faced her with her hands on her hips and cut to the chase.

"I'm so glad you showed up, Terri." she said icily. "I'm surprised you're not down at the truck stop rolling around in a sleeper cab in the back parking lot."

"What the hell is going on here Cynthia?" demanded Terri, equally cold.

"This has been building for years, Terri." answered Mom. "I never liked you and I know the feeling is mutual. Our kids don't like each other either. Actually Kristen and Brianne did have a friendship until your little carrot-topped trollop screwed my daughter's boyfriend."

"I screwed him a helluva lot better than that bitch over there!" hissed Brianne, instantly raising Kristen's hackles and causing Karl to shift in his seat uncomfortably.

"So you invited us over to insult us, huh Cynthia?" asked Terri. "You should be real proud of yourself."

"What the hell do you know about pride?!" snarled Mom. "You took my husband away from his wife and children. You're no better than a ten dollar whore. Insults are the least of your problems here. Today we're going to settle this once and for all."

"Oh really!" scoffed Terri as she glanced over at me and Kristen. "What the hell are you proposing - a damn free-for-all with everybody trading punches in the driveway?!"

"No bitch, we're talking about one on one fights. Me and you, Kristen and Brianne, and Kyle and Travis. One at a time so me and my kids can enjoy watching each other pound the crap out you scum sucking pigs."

Terri was pissed off but she still appeared apprehensive. "Your family is considerably larger than mine. I hardly find this to be a fair fight." Brianne drew her mother close and whispered in her ear. The 20 year old pulled away when she was finished and nodded reassuringly at Terri.

"I figured you were all talk and no action." accused Mom. "Yellow in both body and spirit."

Terri looked at her son. "What do you think, Travis? Are you willing to fight him?"

"Ready, willing and able." he answered.

"We'll do it." snapped Terri. "No action?! Honey, I gave your ex-husband more action than you could have ever dreamed of."

I thought Mom was going to explode after that little dig. I was staring at Travis and he wasn't looking as tough as his words had sounded. Danielle clasped my hand in hers and grinned at him with giddy anticipation. I was betting her panties were damp already. Brianne on the other hand appeared to have no reservations to a scrap. She wanted to get it on with Kristen now.

"You and me first, bitch!" she growled as she pointed at my sister.
"With pleasure, you little skank." replied Kristen. "But first let me explain the rules I came up with. The fights are to the finish, and I mean finish. You start crying and begging twenty seconds into it and it isn't going to make a difference. NO INTERFERENCE by other family members either. You're on your own in there. The loser will be knocked out...and stripped naked."

I sensed just a teeny bit of trepidation in Brianne as I watched her reaction. Losing a match would be devastating and I'm sure that realization flashed across her mind. I'll bet Kristen looked 8 feet tall to her at that moment. Terri scoffed with disgust. She and my mother were locked in a malevolent staredown. Emotions were definitely running high. This war was gonna happen!

"Agreed." answered Brianne in a slightly quaking tone. "Get ready to lose your clothes you twisted bitch!"

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I completed a quick inventory of Brianne's attire as she and my sister stepped out onto the lawn. The foxy redhead was looking good...and she was going to be looking even better in a few minutes! She was clad in a jade green tank top and skin tight gray cotton shorts with some killer VPL's. They looked like high cut bikini panties and I was hoping and praying I'd get my hands on them as a trophy after the fight. Doing it without my girlfriend noticing was going to be a chore but I was going to figure it out one way or another.

With Kristen and Brianne facing each other on the lawn about 10 feet apart the rest of us separated and Terri and her son went to the opposite side of the lawn. Anticipation pegged the meter as we all began to cheer for our respective fighter. I envied Karl like a son of a bitch at that moment. Two of the girls he'd banged were about to get it on right before his eyes in a knock down drag out catfight to the finish. His dick must have been pulsing like a fire hose. I know mine was, and if my ex-girlfriend Abby was here to fight Danielle I would have been in seventh heaven. I didn't expect this fight would last long and my assumption was correct.

Both girls cautiously came together with their fists held in front of their faces. My sister towered over little Brianne, her 6" height advantage appearing rather imposing. As our cheers egged the two girls on they both stepped forward and unloaded their initial blows. Well...for one of them it was pretty much the only blow she delivered that day. Kristen's incredibly tone body rippled as she planted and threw a powerful straight right downward, labeled for Brianne's nose. The simultaneous punches occurred so fast that it surprised all of us watching. Brianne swiftly swiveled her hips and bobbed her head to the right as soon as my sister unloaded the punch. I can still picture it in slow motion...Kristen's body opening up as she delivers the menacing punch...Brianne deftly avoiding it and Kristen's fist whistling past Brianne's left ear...the little redhead's right fist coming up like a rocket and detonating right under the front of my sister's chin with a monster uppercut.

CRACCKKKK!

For a brief instant there was stunned silence in the crowd. It was abruptly broken by my sister's excruciating groan and I watched in awe as her entire body went limp and toppled backward to the ground like a tree felled by a chainsaw. She hit the lawn with a heavy grunt and her arms and legs splayed outwards, twitching as her body fought to remain conscious. Terri and Travis went berserk. They hooted and hollered as their girl stood over our fallen beauty rubbing her sore knuckles while wearing an impish grin. Mom and I on the other hand were speechless. Karl was too as he gazed down at Kristen with his mouth agape. My sister was an impressive physical specimen. At that moment however she looked like a lamb on the proverbial sacrificial altar.

My sister's long, beautiful mane became a definite liability for the remainder of the demolition. Brianne leaned down, wrapped her fingers in Kristen's tresses and roughly hauled her to her feet. Kristen's rubbery legs buckled and she moaned as her small adversary struggled to keep her up. Brianne swiftly freed her right hand from Kristen's mane and immediately buried her fist into my sister's flat abdomen. Kristen released a horrific gasp as she folded at the waist now clutching her belly in agony. Brianne straightened her up with a vicious hair tug and then unleashed a wicked backhanded slap to Kristen's face. My sister cried out and stumbled sideways across the lawn for several clumsy steps until her legs gave out and down she went in a devastated heap.

"C'mon Kristen!" Mom pleaded with undisguised fear in her voice. "Hang tough and fight that little bitch!"

Mom was just as shocked as I was as we watched Brianne handle Kristen with ease. I couldn't fucking believe what I was witnessing. Kristen was so strong, so fit...so what! She was getting thumped by the little girl! I looked over at Karl who still wore a dumbfounded expression. Terri's ecstatic cheer brought my attention back to the fight.

"Punish that fucking wimp, baby!" she shouted.

"Get her clothes off!" chimed in Travis excitedly. Little prick...I couldn't wait to bust him open.

Brianne approached my groggy sister and snapped her foot into Kristen's ribcage sending the yelping blonde onto her back. My sister was in deep shit and there wasn't a shovel in sight. The redhead straddled her and leaned over to grasp the front of Kristen's T-shirt. She pulled her up slightly until Kristen's blurred baby blues gazed up at her.

"Your boyfriend is watching, cupcake." said Brianne with a smirk. "I'll bet he's real impressed with you."

"Fuck...you.." moaned my sister weakly.

SMACCKKK!!!

Brianne answered Kristen's insolence with a sharp slap to the face. She dropped my barely conscious sister's head back to the ground and planted a sandal between Kristen's jutting tits.

"I'll also bet his cock is stiff watching me kick your pitiful ass." Kristen had no retort this time. She was drifting in and out of consciousness; a once proud and capable warrior now reduced to a shameful jobber. Travis let out a catcall as Brianne's fingers went for my sister's denim shorts. Mom took a step toward the fighters but I gently put my hand on her shoulder.

"I know you want to save her Mom but we have to honor the rules." I said regretfully.

"Yeah!" yelled Terri excitedly. "No interference, honey. Your candy-assed daughter said so!"

Mom's face flushed red with ire as she glared at Terri. "That bitch is going to pay." she growled through clenched teeth.

Brianne deftly unfastened my sister's shorts and wriggled them off her hips to reveal Kristen's black silk thong. It was quiet on the home team sideline but on the visitors side things were quite animated. Brianne slid the shorts down Kristen's unresisting legs and removed them, knocking off my sister's sandals at the same time. Kristen whimpered, apparently conscious enough to realize her shorts were now history but the swift and brutal beating Brianne had dispensed left her unable to retaliate.

Brianne then knelt beside my sister's motionless and near naked frame and grabbed her by the thin waist strap of her thong with one hand and her hair with the other. She rolled Kristen over so she was face down on the lawn and then stood up, brushing her hands off in disdain. A hard kick to my sister's firm ass cheek caused her body to jiggle and elicited a painful yet muffled groan from her lips. Brianne smirked and then stomped her foot down between Kristen's shoulder blades forcing a defeated moan out of her and squashing her face into the ground. This fiery redhead was pure evil. All of us rooting for Kristen watched helplessly as her inferior sized foe continued to toy with her. My poor sister must have been overwhelmed by shame at that point. Brianne calmly straddled Kristen's hips and leaned down to wrap her fingers in my sister's beautiful mane. She cruelly yanked Kristen's head up from the ground and used her other hand to pluck strands of blonde hair free letting them float to the ground beside my whimpering sibling. Even though her hair was being yanked out by the roots Kristen's reaction was impotent at best. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was ajar with a few blades of mown grass stuck to her protruding tongue. A soft and low moan wafted from her open mouth as Brianne posed her triumphantly. Kristen was the epitome of a defeated fighter.

Brianne looked over at Karl who had his eyes glued on the spectacle of destruction. She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss before her eyes traveled down to the bulge in his pants. "Come hither, stud." she purred.

Karl hesitated and glanced at me and Mom with what appeared to be a look of apology. Brianne grunted as she pulled my sister's limp body back across the lawn until Kristen was in a seated position. The redhead stood behind her allowing Kristen to rest against her thighs while she continued to grip her by her hair. "Come to me, Karl." she repeated.Karl nervously glanced at us as he walked across the lawn.

"Bastard!" hissed Mom angrily.

He reached Brianne and my poor sister just as Brianne worked Kristen's T-shirt off up over her head. I thought Travis was going to shit his pants. "Look at those titties!" he marveled, receiving a poke from his mother. The peckerhead did have a point. My sister had an impressive rack...albeit artificial.

"Implants!" laughed Brianne as she squeezed and jiggled Kristen's bare 36C's. "I knew it! You phony bitch!"

She continued to molest Kristen's tits which caused my battered sister to reach up and grasp Brianne's wrists weakly. A sharp smack to the jaw quelled Kristen's resistance and her hands dropped to her hips as she tumbled back into a stupor of defenselessness.

"This got you hot, didn't it Karl?" cooed Brianne as she pulled him close. "Watching me kick her ass made you hard, didn't it?"
"Ummmm...nno...not realllUUUHHHHH!"

When Brianne grabbed Karl's stiff dick through his pants his insincere reply was abruptly interrupted. She pressed her open palm against his cock and used her thumb to teasingly rub up and down its shaft through his pants eliciting an anxious moan out of him. His crotch was mere inches from my dazed sister's face and when she opened her eyes her expression turned to anguish. She whimpered and then Brianne leaned down to speak into her ear.

"I'm gonna steal him again, creampuff. He wants a soft, real woman who can fuck like a wildcat, not a mewling little hard as a rock pussy."

I wondered if such horrendous humiliation might incite Kristen to dig deep and fight back with whatever she had left inside. Brianne never gave her a chance though. She stepped around to straddle my sister's legs and forced her to look up at her. I watched the fingers on her right hand curl into a fist and I knew it was over. My sister had been completely destroyed by her hated rival but she did get in one last display of defiance.

"Fuck..you..." she moaned.

The knockout punch was quick and true. Brianne's fist slammed into Kristen's chin and my sister's torso smacked against the ground hard. She lay out cold with a trickle of blood beginning to flow from her lip and her limp arms stretched above her head. I couldn't fucking believe what I'd just witnessed. I thought sure I was going to finally see that hot little auburn-haired babe in all her naked glory. She still had every stitch of clothing on!

Brianne looked at me and Mom with a devilish grin. "I believe Sleeping Beauty here said 'knocked out...and stripped naked'." She dropped to her knees and grasped the front of my sister's tiny thong. Ever so slowly she peeled the damp garment off Kristen's hips and down her legs revealing a thin, neatly trimmed tuft of dark blonde fur. That asshole Travis was dancing a jig and staring at my sister's exposed womanhood like a lunatic. Brianne stood up with Kristen's thong hooked around her index finger and planted her sandal between my sister's breasts while she stared at us and twirled the thong round and round on her finger.

"Please Bri, lemme have it!" he pleaded.

His sister tossed Kristen's thong through the air into his eager hands and he gazed at it with lewd fascination. I was ready to beat his ass into the ground. Terri was tremendously proud of her daughter's performance and she joined Brianne. They hugged over my sister's flaccid and naked body and finally walked back to their side of the lawn, Brianne clutching the waist of Karl's pants and towing him along behind her. Mom and I went to Kristen and knelt beside her. Mom picked up my sister's discarded T-shirt and draped it over her hips to cover her crotch as I gently patted her cheeks in an effort to revive her. Very briefly her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at me with glazed eyes only to pass out again. Brianne had really cleaned her clock. We finally decided to carry her over to our "sideline" so I grabbed her under the arms and Mom grasped her ankles. We carried our defeated girl away and gently laid her out on the lawn. Mom repositioned the T-shirt to cover my sister's tits and pussy and we left her there to wake up on her own. After that beating she needed the rest anyway.

I assured Mom I would even the score and do it in spectacular fashion. I wanted to make Travis pay, and pay dearly. Danielle was nearly jumping out of her shoes she was so excited. She wanted to see her man perform.

"Go get him, Kyle." Mom said after hugging me.

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They say that the best laid plans go to waste. They weren't blowin' smoke when they said that either. I'd just as soon skip describing this next battle but I guess I'll have to tell it. It wasn't pretty. Actually it started out pretty well. Unlike my sister, I used my superior size to my advantage and knocked down Travis several times. I was tossing him around the lawn like a rag doll and for some reason he didn't seem to even want to fight. I figured he knew he was in over his head so I began to really embarrass him by displaying my physical superiority. Danielle was cheering even louder than Mom. I heard her shout at Brianne and it made me smile.

"My man is making your brother look like a woos!"

After another session of hammering Travis across the lawn I decided to put him out of his misery and notch a lopsided victory for my family. I yanked him up off the ground by his shirt until he was on his knees.

"I think it's time I knock your sorry ass out and show everybody here how you earned your nickname of needledick!" I proclaimed.

"Do it baby!" urged my girlfriend with bloodthirsty fervor. "Strip that little punk, Kyle!" cheered Mom.

Man, I was flying high on adrenaline. I was juiced after embarrassing the little jerk and was actually getting hard listening to Danielle cheer me on. Her thong must have been frosted with girl goo. I only wished my sister was conscious enough to see this but she was still laying on the lawn in a fog. I'll regret my showboating performance until the day I die. I had plenty of chances to knock his ass out. Looking back, I should have paid more attention to the fact that he didn't even seem to fight back. I got too wrapped up in embarrassing him though. It was a huge mistake. All of a sudden it felt like a bomb went off in my gut. Travis buried his fist in my belly and I folded like a wet noodle gasping for air. Next thing I knew he was chopping and kicking me like friggin' Chuck Norris. I found out later that he'd been studying martial arts for several years. The son of a bitch had been playing me for a fool.

I ended up seeing stars as I struggled back to my feet after a back kick that had sent me flying. Travis grabbed me by the hair as I got to my feet and bent me at the waist to deliver a wicked knee lift to my face. I sailed backwards crying out in agony and slammed to the ground. He straddled me and punched my face repeatedly until I was all but out. I could hear the horror in my loved ones screams. Mom and Danielle urged me to fight but Travis was beating the living shit out of me. When he finally stopped punching me the agonized plea's coming from my girl's lips faded in and out as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I could feel the blood running down my chin as my T-shirt was ripped off my body and felt like I'd been hit by a freight train. It was then that I heard Terri cheering wildly for her son and the words she screamed made me shudder in my half conscious stupor.

"Strip him naked, Trav!"

"Look at the big tough boy now!" yelled Brianne. "What a candy ass!"

My Mom told me later that Brianne was practically giving Karl a hand job as they watched Travis beat me. As I lay on the ground stunned I heard Danielle begin to plead with Travis. It all but killed me. My girlfriend was begging this puny asswipe to grant me mercy. I heard Brianne yapping at her, telling my girl to stay out of it unless she wanted a beating. I think the disappointment I heard in my Mom's voice cut the deepest of all. I had failed her.

I felt fingers digging at the button closure on my shorts and I weakly grabbed at my opponent's wrists only to be belted across the face again. I must've looked like a corpse after that because my resistance was gone. Physically I was unable to respond but mentally I remained acutely aware of every horrifying second as it transpired. I felt my shorts loosen and then felt them roughly yanked down my legs. My bikini briefs got tangled in the mess momentarily and ended up half way down my thighs. I felt the cool breeze blowing against my naked cock and weakly flailed out to try to hit Travis but my slap had no power. He pulled my shorts completely off and I fumbled for my twisted underwear, trying to pull it back into place. A hard kick to my belly forced all of the air out of my diaphragm and my entire body quaked in pain.

"Your panties are stayin' at half-mast, pussy boy." snarled Travis.

All I could hear at first was Terri and Brianne laughing and woo-hooing as I lay pathetically stretched out and exposed at Travis' feet. Then I heard sobbing coming from my side of the lawn. It was Danielle. I wanted to crawl into a hole but I didn't have the strength to roll over at that point. Unfortunately, Travis was about to lend a hand.

The pain was intense when he grabbed my dick and the hair on the top of my head and forced me to stand. My legs were like rubber and once I reached my feet I wobbled to and fro and back and forth like a toddler. He forced me to stagger over to Mom and Danielle. The expression on their faces was haunting. It was a mixture of sorrow and shame. You'd have thought Travis was satisfied at this point. He had humbled me about as thoroughly as his sister had humbled mine. Regretfully, my family was not aware of the pure malice that resided in Terri and her kids. They were brutal battler's and our ill-conceived trap was just the invitation they needed to strut their stuff.

Travis posed me for my family as he continued to grasp the hair on the back of my head. Thankfully he had at least released his grip on my cock. I heard Terri and Brianne giggling again and realized they had moved around to get a better frontal view of the action. I desperately fumbled for my briefs again to try to pull them up but as I did I felt a stinging pain at the base of my neck. The nerve pinch Travis administered dropped me to my knees instantly and would have put me out if he hadn't released it when he did. A nasty yank of my hair brought me back to semi-consciousness and my muddled gaze fell on my ashamed girlfriend again.

"What do you think's going through her mind right now, boy?" asked my vile opponent. "Now she knows who's the better man." His words cut like a knife. "Look at your pathetic boyfriend." he said to Danielle. "A hot chick like you can do a whole lot better than this fucking wimp." If I had a gun I would have shot myself right then and there. The shame I felt was overwhelming.

"Get back on your feet, tough guy." ordered Travis as he hauled me up. My legs, usually strong and powerful, still couldn't support my body weight and my knees knocked together as I fought to stay up. The sun was beating down and I felt the warmth on my dangling prick as I was displayed like a trophy to my loved ones. Travis remained behind me, enjoying his humiliating mastery over me for a few more moments. He tugged my head back and forth and I whimpered as my arms swung lifelessly back and forth, my hands slapping against my bare thighs.

"Say goodnight you fuckin' punk." he said as he applied a standing sleeper hold around my neck and head.

It was instinct that caused me to claw at his forearm with my fingers after he'd cinched the hold on tight. He had me dead to rights and everybody witnessing the destruction knew it. When I reflect back on that fateful day now I definitely wish I had done a little scouting before the fight. I didn't know he was into martial arts and self defense training. He probably knew a shitload more submission holds than the one he displayed that day. How I wish he just would have knocked me out with a punch or a kick. That's quick and it's over in a flash. Actually a sleeper hold when properly applied can put your lights out in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately for me that day even right up to the bitter end Travis wanted my embarrassment to linger.

With the blood flow to my brain restricted I crumbled fast. My feeble pawing at his arm quickly ceased and then my arms fell away to dangle at my hips. I was just about to go out when the pressure eased and I revived slightly.

"Look at her." whispered Travis into my ear. I looked at Danielle with a crestfallen expression. She shook her head in shame as tears streamed down her pretty cheeks. "Kyle?!" she mouthed under her breath.

The sleeper hold tightened again right after I shifted my gaze to Mom. Her devastated pout faded from view as I began to succumb, my body twitching slightly. Then the pressure eased yet again and I woefully remained conscious. "I bet little Danni is a hot lay." taunted my evil adversary. "I'm gonna fuck her."

I squirmed with what little strength I had left but it was pathetic. Travis tightened the hold and soon my body began to quiver. The last thing I saw before the darkness came was Danielle looking at me with an almost angry expression.

"Kyle," she sobbed "how could you let this happen?!"

Next thing I remember Mom was kneeling over me dribbling ice water on my face. I came to finally, groggy and crushed in spirit. I tried to sit up but Mom put a hand on my chest and told me to lay still. I heard Terri and Brianne cheering wildly as they congratulated Travis on his impressive wipeout win. I felt someone at my feet and tipped my head to look at my girlfriend who was trying to unknot my briefs. Travis had tied my ankles together with them. I didn't know how I was ever going to face Danielle again. I was destroyed both emotionally and physically. She and Mom helped me over to a spot beside Kristen who was now awake and back in her shorts and T-shirt.

"I'm sorry Kyle," said Kristen apologetically.

I learned later that she had awakened to see my final moments of degradation as Travis slowly put me out with the sleeper hold. Danielle stood beside me as I sat on the lawn pulling on my briefs and shorts. She couldn't look at me and actually I was relieved. I was humiliated beyond description and definitely couldn't look into her eyes at that point. I heard all three of our opponents laughing and giggling. They had a right to celebrate. We virtually dwarfed them physically but it hadn't made a shit's bit of difference so far. It was up to Mom to save what little bit of pride remained. She was madder than I'd ever seen her.

"Get over here you disgusting little slut!" she growled at Terri.

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I remained fairly woozy for the first portion of the fight but watching the two mature women tangle along with my sister's passionate cheers finally brought me back to reality. Both Mom and Terri were fighting conservatively; Mom because she couldn't afford to make a mistake and have Terri pounce on her for the unimaginable sweep and Terri because Mom was a big, powerful and dangerous woman. It was quite a sight to see two untrained fighters performing with such natural skill. After another brief session that found Mom and Terri exchanging slaps before separating Terri began to trash talk.

"You're nervous, aren't you Cynthia?" she taunted. "It's been a humbling day for your family, hasn't it?"

Mom unleashed a sharp jab that grazed Terri's retreating chin and wobbled the redhead slightly. It didn't faze Terri in the least. "I only wish Eric was still here to see this." said the despicable redhead.

That miserable bitch! My Mom erupted and converged upon Terri with her fists swinging. She landed several good blows as Terri tried to backpedal away and a crisp right hook sent the nasty redhead to the lawn on her ass. Mom drew her leg back and let fly with a kick that was labeled for Terri's trash talking mouth but Terri wisely dodged it and came up with her foot, planting it right between Mom's legs. My sister's breath caught in her throat. A guttural groan spewed from my Mom's lips as she folded at the waist with her hands thrust between her legs. Terri was on her feet in an instant and then she plunged her hair into Mom's mane. Like a drum majorette she pumped her knees upward repeatedly, hammering my Mom in her abdomen with knee strikes. Mom crumpled to the ground into a fetal position as Kristen and I screamed at her with fear in our voices. The nightmare was continuing.

Terri laid into Mom with a barrage of kicks and stomps causing Mom to cry out in anguish as she tried to roll away to safety. Her kids went wild with a savage round of cheers as they watched their Mom take control of the larger woman. The crazed redhead grabbed the collar of Mom's button-down short sleeved blouse and yanked on it with such a force that it pulled Mom from a prone position up to her knees. Mom's hands flailed behind her head trying in vain to find purchase on her rival. Terri stunned Mom with a karate chop to her neck and then threw her down onto her back with disdain. Another hefty gut stomp sent Mom's legs shooting into the air as she coughed out a hoarse gasp. Terri grabbed the front of Mom's floral print blouse and ripped it wide open sending little white buttons skittering across the lawn. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I should've had more faith in Mom though. As battered as she was, she was one resilient lady. When Terri reached down to sink her talons into Mom's bulging brassiere, suddenly Mom's fist came up with great force and collided with the redhead's chin. Terri sailed backwards with a startled groan and hit the ground hard.

Mom struggled to her feet, not yet fully recovered but well aware it was time to act. She quickly shed her tattered blouse and let it fall to the ground as she marched toward Terri. The stunned redhead rolled over and scrambled to her hands and knees in an attempt to flee but she wasn't going anywhere. Anywhere save for back to the lawn after Mom snapped a heel kick into her ass. Terri yelped and sprawled face first. Finally it was our side of the lawn that was applauding enthusiastically. Danielle was cheering Mom too but she was now keeping her distance from me. I was still too embarrassed to have her close anyway. Brianne and Travis now wore the expressions of concern as my Mom began to work her brutal magic. I caught Kristen staring at Karl out of the corner of my eye and I placed my hand on her knee. He had his arm around Brianne's waist. What an inconsiderate prick he was.

"Forget about him, Kris, he's not worth it." I assured her.

We returned our attention to the fight just as Mom hauled Terri to her feet and staggered her with a heavy slap to the face. She grabbed Terri by the front of her tank top and began to spin her around in circles. Mom's sinewy thighs rippled as she dug her feet into the lawn, spinning around and around as her foe stumbled and careened out of control in a dizzying circuit. All at once Terri's top came off in Mom's grasp and the bare breasted redhead floundered across the lawn out of control until she went down in a groaning heap.

Mom converged upon her swiftly and pinned her down with a foot to the throat. Terri's kids screamed encouragement as they watched her buck her hips and kick out wildly. Mom glared down at her with pure malevolence and continued to choke her with her foot. I was a little afraid that her temper was going to take things too far and there was going to be a dead redhead sprawled on our lawn.

"Careful Mom!" I yelled. "Just knock her ass out!" I learned the hard way about the dangers of toying with an opponent and I wanted Mom to stay focused on the goal. Knock Terri's ass out.

Mom turned her gaze to me and then her face abruptly grimaced as she cried out in pain. Terri had raked her sharp fingernails down Mom's legs and when she instinctively pulled her leg away Terri barrel-rolled to temporary safety. The nail rake had actually punctured the flesh and a few drops of blood appeared as Mom winced and shook her leg. Her eyes burned into Terri and she charged just as Terri was scrambling to her feet. Mom hit her like a middle linebacker pursuing a halfback and both of them went down in a squealing tangle of arms and legs.

Terri must have been dazed from the tackle but she still fought like a wildcat. Although outweighed appreciably she managed to keep a grip on Mom's mane as they rolled over and over across the lawn. Terri's hair was pretty short and that was an advantage as Mom had nothing to grab hold of while they grappled on the ground. Finally they came to rest with Mom on top and she swiftly landed a harsh punch to the side of Terri's face that dazed the redhead. Mom remained straddling Terri and sat on her belly as Terri's legs flailed in the air ferociously. She grasped Terri by her ears causing her cry out and yanked her head off the ground. Terri's hands went for Mom's bra and in one deft motion she had shoved the cups upward allowing Mom's heavy breasts to spill out from underneath them.

It became a test of wills as Mom and Terri exchanged abuse; Mom trying to rip Terri's ears from her head and Terri raking and clawing at Mom's exposed tits. I think Terri had the advantage here and so did Mom because soon she shifted gears and began to ram the back of Terri's head against the ground. Both women shrieked in pain and finally Terri was forced to release her grip on Mom's breasts. She was dazed and now in trouble. Fortunately for her, Mom was in agony herself and she fell off Terri to massage her traumatized tits. We egged Mom on to finish the job while Brianne and Travis pleaded with their mother to get up. Terri simply amazed me with her toughness as she somehow managed to roll over and get to her hands and knees after Mom had pounded a skull sized divot in our lawn with her head. When Mom noticed her retreat attempt she pounced on her and grabbed her by the ankle. Terri shook her leg and looked back over her shoulder as Mom crawled closer. The redhead snapped a kick using her unencumbered leg and caught Mom in the cheek temporarily stunning her.

Terri managed to break free and began to crawl away amidst cheers from her children. Mom recovered quickly and lunged for her again, this time grabbing hold of Terri's shorts. The redhead kicked and struggled still intent on getting some space between herself and her rival. As she progressed her elastic waist shorts gradually wriggled off her hips with my Mom grasping them tightly. I guess she thought exposing her jade green lace bikini panties to us was a small price to pay for freedom because she never hesitated. She finally made it clear of Mom who cast Terri's nylon shorts aside and jumped to her feet. Terri hurried to her feet as Mom yanked her disheveled bra off her body to fight the remainder of the battle in all her topless glory.

The two weary women faced one another and paused for just a split second. I have to admit it was quite a scene at that very moment. Two over 40 women, ready to fight to the finish, one in just a pair of shorts and the other now reduced to only a pair of lace panties. For an instant I forgot all about the humiliating beating I had just received. As if a ringside bell had clanged both of them assumed boxing stances and lunged at one another. Terri lead with a straight right that Mom deflected and answered with a stiff jab to the chin. The redhead wobbled and stumbled backwards a step but kept her guard up. She began to circle to her left and Mom followed her, flicking out another jab that grazed Terri's cheek. The redhead snickered crazily and it caught me off guard. It was almost as if she was enjoying this.

Everybody watching was now cheering loudly and the combatants responded. Mom stepped in and hammered Terri with punch to the chest who managed to connect with Mom's cheek with her own hook before being knocked backwards. As the pugilistic exhibition continued it became clear that my mother was the superior fighter. She had a decent reach advantage and it showed as she continually beat Terri to the punch. After a handful of sharp jabs and heavy punches the redhead's face was showing some serious wear. I'll be damned though if she didn't continue to laugh and trash talk. She just kept yapping about her kids demolishing me and my sister and worst of all how she had stolen my Dad from Mom. Mom was furious and she lashed out after every comment, sometimes connecting and sometimes not. Terri just kept taking the abuse, landing an occasional blow to keep Mom honest while she continued to toss insults. I was getting pretty anxious at this point. I didn't like the direction things were headed in. Terri was proving that she had an iron jaw and could take the quick flurries my mother was throwing. Mom had to wade in there with guns a blazin' and finish this battle.

"Throw everything at her Mom!" I urged. "Knock the bitch OUT!"

Mom lunged at her rival and unleashed a wicked haymaker that Terri ducked under. The momentum of the punch literally caused Mom to spin around in a circle...and when she caught her balance Terri was standing right in front of her. I still can't believe what I witnessed next. For a split second Mom paused, obviously surprised that she didn't connect with the punch and even more so to find Terri right there in front of her. The amazing redhead launched herself into the air and delivered a spectacular head butt that echoed off the exterior walls of our house when her skull struck Mom's. My Mom toppled to the ground with a stunned look on her face and her heavy breasts slapped back and forth against her ribcage as her body bounced and jiggled after impact.

I thought sure she was out cold. Kristen and I were speechless. Then I heard a soft moan escape her lips and saw her right arm move ever so slightly. She was somehow still conscious! The see-saw exchange of excited cheers was now firmly rooted in the far side of the lawn where Brianne and Travis celebrated noisily.

"Yeah Mom!" beamed Travis. "She's all yours now! Show her and her candy-assed kids your patented finisher!"

Patented finisher? What the hell was that little jerk talking about?! Well...we learned later that Travis wasn't the only one that should have been researched. This wasn't his family's first backyard battle. They had been fighting other families for over a year. The irony just about killed us all once we found out the truth. My sister's devious plan had been a recipe for disaster right from the start.

Mom offered no resistance when Terri casually unfastened her lavender cotton shorts and unzipped them. I hoped that the thunderous catcalls pouring out of Travis might revive my fallen mother but she was still in a heavy fog. Terri's nasty taunts returned as she undressed my Mom like a sleepy infant being prepared for bed.

"Look at you, Cynthia." she teased. "All those endless hours in the gym to build your beautiful body." She tugged on Mom's shorts eliciting a soft whimper as Mom's big tits jiggled like gelatin. Once she had the shorts down to Mom's knees she paused. "You have your sexy little purple thong on there...I bet you just think you're the cat's meow, don't you?!"

I had to admit that not many women my mother's age could still wear a thong and do it justice but she certainly could. Terri slipped Mom's shorts down her legs and off, leaving her sandals still on her feet. Fucking Travis and his whistles and catcalls were really starting to piss me off. These horrendous defeats left a bitter taste in my mouth but we got beat at our own game. I still couldn't believe it! Probably most of all I couldn't believe I was watching petite Terri manipulate my battered mother with ease. I was embarrassed that my cock was starting to stir. I just couldn't help it. What happened next constituted Terri's 'patented finisher' and it caused all hell to break loose. I fully expected her to knock out my Mom with one last punch and claim her thong for the sweep. It didn't go that way, though.

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Terri rolled Mom over onto her belly and playfully slapped her firm ass cheeks. A fleeting whimper spilled from Mom's lips but her body didn't move. She was a beaten woman. The redhead strolled over to Mom's discarded brassiere and returned to her flattened rival. She pulled Mom's unresisting arms behind her back and rested her hands just above the thin purple strand of lingerie at the top of Mom's fanny crevice. Using the bra she lashed my mother's wrists together and then gave her ass another whack. With ease she turned my bound mother back over so she faced the sky and the hot afternoon sunshine.

Terri smiled wickedly at me and Kristen and straddled Mom's defenseless body. She slowly squatted until her ass touched down on Mom's belly forcing a whoosh of breath from Mom's lips. I heard my sister growl as the wicked redhead reached back with one hand to grab the front of my mother's thong. With a devilish cackle she slowly pulled it upward until the scant material disappeared between the folds of Mom's pussy. It was a frontal wedgie of a magnitude I had yet to see. Mom whimpered as her lingerie was painfully jammed into her womanhood but she didn't stand a prayer when it came to escape. She was now Terri's puppet and the cruel redhead was in a mood to perform.

"Dammit!" hissed Kristen as she stood up and glared at Terri angrily. I joined her and tried to calm her down but she wouldn't listen. Brianne kissed Karl and then took a few steps across the lawn in our direction. "You wanna go again, tough girl?!" she dared. I grabbed Kristen's wrist and restrained her. We didn't need a round two here. One had been more than enough. I just wished Terri would finish this.

I looked back at Terri just as she released her grip on Mom's buried thong and commenced to pluck at Mom's nipples until they stiffened. Mom whimpered in shame and her feet swept back and forth on the grass but that was all the resistance she could muster.

"It should be pretty obvious now why Eric left you for me, honey pants." teased Terri. "But to make it crystal clear I'm going to show you why...up close and personal."

"Here comes the finisher!" exclaimed Travis excitedly.

Terri slowly slid herself forward until the crotch of her moist panty was brushing Mom's chin. Mom's legs kicked out and she whined pitifully, knowing full well what was in store for her. Terri gently rubbed her panty back and forth on Mom's chin as she reached behind her back to tweak Mom's stiff eraser-sized nipples. She then lifted her hips so her sweltering crotch was directly above Mom's quivering lips.

"Kiss my pussy, bitch." she ordered matter-of-factly.

Mom turned her face to the side and protested angrily. "Never!"

She suddenly screamed out in agony when Terri began to yank on her nipples, stretching the dark nubs out so far I thought they'd pop off. The wicked redhead punished Mom's nipples unmercifully until she was reduced to a sobbing and quivering mass of femme flesh.

"P-p-pleasse!" begged Mom. "No m-m-more, Terri...I givvve up!"

"Kiss my snatch or I'm going to rip 'em off!" commanded Terri.

My gaze was locked on the mound of panty covered flesh just above Mom's face. In utter shame and humiliation my Mom conceded fully. Her trembling lips pursed as she sniffled and she finally planted a kiss upon the musky fabric of Terri's crotch. It was the exclamation point at the end of an afternoon of pure demolition.

Snickering and grinning like a Cheshire cat, Terri settled her crotch upon my mother's face and began to smother her. She slowly rubbed herself back and forth as I heard Mom's muffled plea's trail off. After a moment of face scrubbing my Mom's protests ceased and her limp body jiggled back and forth with Terri's gyrations. She was done...pussy smothered unconscious by the woman she probably hated more than anyone else on this earth. The nightmare was now complete.

"That's it!" snarled my sister and she broke free from my grasp. Brianne had been anticipating her rescue attempt and she was across the lawn before Kristen reached Terri. I swear it was like deja vu...Kristen threw a punch in full stride, Brianne avoided it and drilled my sister flush on the jaw with another uppercut. Kristen's head jerked back and her body rotated until she was horizontal to the ground and three feet above it. She was out cold before she hit the ground, flat on her back with her limbs spread wide.

"No interference, bitch!" cackled Brianne as she looked down at my sister while massaging her knuckles.

"Man I swear," laughed Travis. "That big girl is good for nothing except eye candy! Ain't that right Karl?"

"That's right!" agreed Karl as he looked at his most recent ex-girlfriend laying cold-cocked on the lawn.

I wanted to rush in...I really did. But I didn't move. Danielle was screaming at me to do something but I just froze. My sister had just got decked for the second time and my poor mother had just got a face full of her hated rival's pussy. Our family pride was in shambles and I was the only remaining member that could do anything. I just couldn't bear taking another demoralizing beating from that wise-assed Travis. It was a cowardly mistake that I'd live to regret.

Danielle did what I didn't have the balls to do and she never forgave me for it. All 5'1" and 100 pounds of little blonde sprinted across the lawn towards Brianne. I almost couldn't bear to watch. It was like throwing a cat into a kennel of pit bulls. She bore down on Brianne who simply met her charge and laid her out with a perfectly executed clothesline. In all but a scant few seconds, my girlfriend was laying out cold beside my sister. Travis was ecstatic and he howled like a maniac. I on the other hand was overcome by shame. I just stood there and watched. It was pathetic.

Terri remained seated upon my mother's face as she applauded her daughter who nonchalantly began to disrobe my girlfriend. I actually started for Brianne at that point but when Travis came my way I halted. He stood guard beside his sister while she stripped Danielle's limp body until she was reduced to her cute little white string bikini panty that was decorated with hearts. If I didn't do something now I'd never be able to live with myself. I made my move.

All I can say is thank goodness none of my family members were conscious to see what happened next. I sprinted across the lawn knowing full well I was going to have to tangle with Travis in order to save my girlfriend. I managed to avoid his first snap kick and then nailed him with a clean shot that sent him staggering away. Just as the adrenaline started coursing through my veins my potential redemption of pride went by the wayside. From behind me Brianne let fly with a kick that consisted of her foot sailing upwards between my spread legs to crush my balls. I dropped to my knees like a stone and nearly puked. My chin was on my chest and I was groaning in agony as I clutched my family jewels when little Brianne stepped around to the front of me. She lifted my head up with tug of my hair and hit me flush on the jaw with a punch. The little wench knocked my ass out. A few moments later I was just coming to when I heard Terri's car door slam.

"Best damn barbecue we've ever had the pleasure of attending!" she called out. "Next time we'll have it at my place if you pitiful wimps have the guts to show up!"

Once a bitch, always a bitch. I had to admit it though - at least she and her tribe were still on their feet and had nary a hair out place. After glancing over at my Mom and sister I sure as hell couldn't say the same for them. They were both still out cold. Then it hit me...shit...my glazed eyes gazed over at my completely naked girlfriend. She was spread-eagled on the lawn facing the sun with her cute little panty stuffed in her mouth. I vaguely recalled Travis said he was going to fuck my girl. My stare traveled down to her wide spread legs and swollen, oozing pussy lips. That rotten sonofabitch! There was going to be hell to pay for this!

[Goliadmike]

Wow thanks blizzard I remember this story...have it saved on hard drive and have been hoping you do a sequel.

I already know how part two will turn out and hope you do what happens after the fight. I don't want do a spoiler and won't say anything more about part 2, but count me in continuing this story. I want to know what you have planned for after the fight of the second part

Thanks again for putting this back up

Looking forward to more

[agraf74]

It's easy to see why you kept your First Family Name out of the story, and disappeared into Blizzard for a couple of years! After such a sorrow, humiliating defeat...

But never mind. Let bygones be bygones. You write well, and I would hate to lose such a good writer. Here's my counsel. Convince your MILF (sorry!) convince your loving mother to join a fight club with your sister, and learn some legitimate wrestling holds - the others just come to them naturally. You get some lessons on Extreme Wrestling from Internet sites, to use when you further meet with Travis... The creep just surprised you with a low punch when you (Christian minded) were about to send him to sleep.

Now that you, Cynthia, and Kristen learned (the hard way) not to stop hitting while your foe is breathing, invite them in to sort the divorcement papers out of court, or something. Then, let your daddy's Second Family know what's good for them! And then, let us know how you fared ?The Second Time with the Second Family?!