Long Time Coming 2
by Blizzard

I won't lie to you. Life for my sister Kristen, my Mom Cynthia and I was a
living hell for several weeks after our destruction at the hands of our
step-family. They beat our asses in humiliating fashion and our family pride
was deeply wounded. My family has always been a proud family; perhaps a
little arrogant and self-admiring, but rightfully proud. OK, my Mom is
extremely arrogant and my sister is a carbon copy of her, but I love them dearly.
We took a little time to regroup after that fateful afternoon but once the
wounds had healed we were ready for revenge and I'm talking furious
vengeance here!

I think it's in everyone's nature to strive to excel in front of their loved
ones. Success witnessed by your family produces a satisfaction that's hard
to beat. That Little League homer you hit when Dad is in the stands or the
overtime game winning goal you roof over the goalie's shoulder with Mom
standing and cheering is a moment in time that stays with you for years.
Perhaps the only thing that surpasses it is when it is accomplished in honor
of your lover. "I'd fight anyone for you," is a powerful statement but when
the person making that vow actually carries through with it there's nothing
stronger. When I reflect back upon our fight with Terri, Brianne and Travis
it's clear to me what was at stake. We were fighting for the honor of our
loved ones. I wasn't only fighting for Mom and Kristen, even more I was
fighting for the admiration of my girlfriend Danielle. It was the same
principle as far as Mom and Kristen were concerned. Mom was fighting for Dad
and Kristen was fighting for her man Karl. Our combined failures were
admittedly devastating but our inherent pride refused to accept a defeat
that ultimately cost us the favor of those we were fighting for.

Even though Dad was no longer with us Mom always felt him in spirit and her
lackluster performance versus Terri haunted her. It was too much for a proud
woman to stomach. She wanted a chance at redemption. As for Kristen, the
fact that Karl had left with Brianne after the petite redhead kicked my
sister's ass burned to her core. Most girls would probably say fuck him and
leave it be, but not my sister. Arrogance, pride and a healthy dose of blind
love prompted Kristen to covet the same kind of revenge my mother craved.
That's where I diverged from the rest of my family. That son of a bitch
Travis not only won the fight that day, he also won my girl Danielle. The
little bitch disappeared from my life and I soon found out that she and
Travis were an item. Unlike Kristen, I did say fuck the traitor and soon
went running to my ex-girlfriend for compassion. Abby patched me up and gave
me a renewed vigor, one that had me standing proud with my Mom and sister
when it came time to exact some big league revenge.

Mom, Kristen, me and Abby had a long talk one night about challenging Terri,
Brianne, Travis and Danielle. I wasn't so sure Abby would go for it but I
was really hoping she would. I wanted to see her punish Danielle and kick
her deceitful little ass. I'd heard the bitch Danielle had even colored her
blonde hair to match her cohort's auburn shade and for some reason that
really frosted my balls. Abby is a true blonde with gorgeous flowing locks
half way down her back. At 5'2" and 115 pounds she had a couple of inches
and about 15 pounds on Danielle, but the most dramatic advantage in her
favor was breasts. Danielle is pretty flat upstairs but Abby has the most
succulent set of 36C's I've ever seen on an eighteen year old. I doubt her
superior tits gave her much of an advantage fight-wise but they certainly
did when it came to appearance. My cock did a jig in my shorts when Abby
excitedly stated she couldn't wait to tear into Danielle. I'm not a
religious guy but I will admit there are certain times worthy of giving
thanks and this was one! All four of us were present in our living room when
Mom made the call and she had it on the speakerphone so we could all hear
Terri's reaction.

"Cynthia!" Terri said. "What a wonderful surprise! I was wondering when
you'd get around to calling."

"Stifle it, bitch." growled Mom. "You know why I'm calling."

"Well...I guess you never did formally congratulate us on wiping up your
lawn with your sorry asses." teased Terri.

"Savor it, you tramp." countered Mom. "Your moment of glory is over. Now
it's time for a rematch!"

"I'm sure we can accommodate you." responded Terri. "Now let me get this
straight...do all three of you wish to be beaten and severely humiliated
again?"

"All four of us, bitch!" stated Mom. "Kyle's girlfriend Abby's looking
forward to thrashing that little turncoat Danielle. I know she's been
staying with you."

"Yeah she's living here...but she's been sleeping in Travis' room. Truth be
known, I don't think they get much sleep! God knows I don't!" joked Terri. As much as I figured it wouldn't, that comment pissed me off.

"Shut up you pig." snarled Mom, mostly in my defense. "Are you gonna fight
or what?"

"Oh, definitely." answered Terri. "But this time WE make the rules. After
all...WE'RE the champs, aren't we?" she giggled. "The stakes are going to be
dramatic, Cyn. I'll explain, then we'll see how serious you four are about
the fight."

"We're dead serious. What are the rules?" asked Mom.

Terri hit us with them and she hit us hard! "The fight will take place here in our basement rec room. It's big and we
have a large mat on which we've laid out numerous rival families foolish
enough to issue a challenge. I'm sure you and your clan will fit nicely on
it too. Just like the first time, the fights will be one on one with no
outside interference. Attire will be topless with panties or briefs only.
The fights will conclude with a knockout and once again the loser's...i.e.,
you four, will be stripped naked."

"That's fine!" agreed Mom quickly.

"Oh wait, Cyn, I haven't told you the best part yet!" gushed Terri. "There
needs to be some stakes involved, ya know, to make things interesting, so
the losing team will be the winners slaves for a week. This servitude will
have no boundaries; anything the winners desire the losers will provide. The
winners, namely us, will OWN the losers, namely you. Oh, and one other minor
detail....the loser of each match will be stripped naked...and FUCKED."

There was silence on our end. "Hello?! Are you still there, Cynthia?" asked Terri.

"What exactly do you mean by fucked?!" blurted out Mom.

"Oh Cyn, that explains why Eric was so miserable!" taunted Terri despicably. "Do I really have to explain it to you?"

"I'm talking about the boys you fucking idiot. And you keep Eric out of this you
vile bitch!" snapped Mom. "After Kyle kicks your son's ass he certainly
isn't going to be fucking it!"

"Oh you might be surprised, honey. But never mind that, I'm sure the winner
between Travis and Kyle will come up with something. After all, they're both
men now, aren't they?" asked Terri. "Are you wimps still game? I'm thinking this coming
Saturday would be good; about 7PM. And another thing - if you choose to
accept there's no turning back. Once you're here all of you fight your
matches no matter what transpires. The ending fucks will be to orgasm -
anything goes once we get to that stage. Anything!!"

"Look Terri, we want to fight you but this sex thing is over the line," said
Mom.

"Well Cyn as they say, if you don't want to run with the big dogs then just
stay on the porch. This fight is going to take you to the next level. Your
first performance struck me as rather uninspired. If these rules don't
inspire you then nothing will. What's it gonna be, tough girl?"

Mom paused for a moment and finally looked at us for our consent. We gave
it, albeit with a touch of apprehension. "We'll be there. Saturday at 7."
she replied.

"Perfect!" tittered Terri. "But there is one problem. An even number of
matches could result in a tie. I think we both know your team doesn't stand
a chance in hell of winning a single fight but let's pretend a couple of
miracles occur. A tie just won't work."

"All four of us want to fight, Terri." said Mom firmly. "I can't ask anyone
to drop out now."

"Not a problem on our end." said Terri. "My sister is coming for a visit
this weekend and I'm sure she'd love to partake in the festivities. You
remember Tonya don't you Cyn? 40 years old, 5'6" tall and about 140 pounds
of muscle. Question is...who are you gonna get that has the guts to take her
on?"

Mom paused as she pondered the question. Abby spoke up to save the day. "My
older sister Jamie lives an hour away. She's a tough little fighter and I
can't think of anyone she wouldn't fight."

"How big is she?" asked Mom.

"I dunno...maybe 5'3" and about 120 pounds." replied Abby. "Trust me though,
she's tough."

We heard Terri giggling on the other end of the line. "Come on, Cyn, invite
this Jamie girl to the slaughter. I'm sure Tonya would love to smack a young
bitch around and turn her into a sniveling slave bitch."

"Are you sure she'll do it?" asked Mom.

"Positive!" answered Abby.

"It's a deal, Terri. We'll be there Saturday," stated Mom before she hung up.