Sam is Ready to Rumble

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Steeling yourself for what you know will be a tough battle, you tell Sam "Ready".

The two of you just look at each other for a few second, waiting for the other to make the first move. Your eyes lock with your sister's. Then your gaze drops. Sam looks confident for a moment, until she realizes why your gaze dropped, and what you're staring at.

"Hey!" Sam says, straightening out a little, making the breasts you were staring at bounce just a little. "We were having a stare-down, Max! My eyes are up here!"

"Sorry," you reply, forcing your eyes back to meet Sam's.

"No, you're not," Sam growls, getting back down into a crouch. She looks thoughtful for a second though. You're not sure what that is about, nor the little smile she gets for a second.

"Yeah, I'm not," you admit. "They're nice tits."

"Well, enjoy it while you can," Sam tells you with resolve. "Because today is likely the last day you get to see them." Then she lunges forward, grabbing at your shoulders.

You knew some kind of move was coming, so you're not caught terribly off-guard. You raise your own arms, grappling with Sam. It seems to be her intent to test her strength again you, as she grabs your shoulders and tries to push you back. You grab onto her shoulders as well, resisting her efforts. Sam is very strong for a woman, and even for some men, although it's not necessarily a lot of upper body strength. Her strength is distributed through her long, athletic body. Even though she's as tall as you, she weighs at best two-thirds of what you do, making it harder for her to gain leverage on you. And your arms are a little bit longer than your sister's. According to Sam, this was because you were part chimpanzee on your father's side. She stopped teasing you about it when you started mooning her and asking if you had a monkey butt, too.

Between your weight advantage and monkey arms, you're finding that you're able to hold your ground against Sam's attempt to push you back or move you around. Experimentally, you grab onto Sam's shoulders a little tighter, and further extending your arms, actually causing Sam to lose contact with your shoulders, despite her fingers grasping desperately to hold on. Her bare feet slide back an inch on the mat, then another.

"Good Lord," Sam says with labored breaths. "You're stronger than I thought... I might actually lose this." She sighs heavily. Very heavily. Your eyes are drawn instantly to her naked chest, as her expanding rib cage pushes her breasts up and out prominently. Her tits are nowhere near as big as her other sisters', but you weren't lying earlier when you said they were nice, and right now they're being displayed in just about the most attractive way possible. Between Sam's reluctant admission that she was losing, and this display of delectable boobs in front of you, your mind wanders from pushing Sam back to other thoughts. You realize, too late, that this is exactly what Sam had been waiting for when you had shown her just minute or so ago how easily you were distracted by nice breasts.

She gives up grabbing at your shoulders and instead grabs onto one of monkey arms, turning around and backing against you as she does so. As she backs up against and grabs on tightly to your arm, you know what's coming, because it's what she did to you the last time you fought. As her leverages her hip against you, you try to lean back, and shift your weight away from her, but it's too late. You feel yourself lifted off your feet as Sam uses your weight and strength against you, flipping you over and throwing you to the mat in front of her. It's a modified version of the throw she used against you before, but less Judo and more wrestling. And this time she's holding onto your arm the entire time.

And then she is on top of you. Normally, having your naked sister on top of your equally naked body would be a cause for celebration. Actually, you're night terribly disappointed at the entire sensation of her naked flesh against yours. But detracting from the entire moment is the fact that Sam is doing this out of lust, and trying to get you into her. She's doing this to try to beat you, and is using her position above you in an attempt to get your shoulders down onto the mat for a pin.

Hitting the mat stunned you for a second, as did feeling so much of Sam's exposed skin, including her tits, pressed against yours. You hear Sam call out "One!" and realize that both your shoulders are down. You wonder if you're going to lose this, in just the first minute of the match. Lose your chance at ever having sex with Sam. Damn it, you can't lose this match. You feel more adrenalin suddenly flowing through your veins.

Sam opens her mouth to call out the second number, but before the words can come out, you get your should up off of the mat. She gives an exasperated grunt and redoubles her efforts to get that shoulder back down. But that means transferring energy from somewhere else. You let her get the first shoulder back down, but then you take advantage of the opening her shifting of power has presented you, and raise the other shoulder up. Continuing the motion, you roll Sam off of you, actually catching her by surprise, as demonstrated by her concerned yelp. She tries to scramble away from you, arms and long legs scrabbling on the mat, but you catch her by the waist before she can get too far away. She twists in your grasp, but you've got a good grip on her, and manage to pull her back down and push her onto the mat as you roll on top of her, reversing positions from a moment ago.

Sam didn't hit the mat nearly as hard as you did, but she still looks stunned. Maybe it's the fact that she couldn't keep your shoulders down, or that you were able to grab onto her so easily when she tried to get away. Or the fact that you've now managed to get both of her shoulders pushed down to the mat.

"One!" Her eyes go wide as you call out the count. You know now that her expressed concern of losing to you earlier had just been a ruse to distract you. Sam hadn't actually believes that she had a chance of losing to you. You see her struggle to get one of her shoulders up, but it barely budges. You've got your weight bearing down on her.

"Two!" Sam's eyes go wider. She bends her legs and gets her feet under her, then uses her long, powerful legs to bridge her body up, getting her shoulders off of the ground, and causing you to pitch forward off of her body in the process. Sam rolls away from her, coming up in a low crouch as you hurriedly get back to your feet and turn towards her, eager to press your advantage now that you know you can out-wrestle her.

"Wait!" Sam says, holding her hand out, stopping you.

"There's no time-outs, remember," you tell her, although you don't move closer to her.

"It's not a time-out," Sam says hastily. "It's a history lesson."

"What?" You look at her confused.

"Remember what I told you about the ancient Greek wrestlers?" Sam looks at you hopefully, as if not sure you would remember it.

"Yeah, I remember," you tell her, not knowing where she's going with this.

"They didn't just wrestle naked..." your sister continues, her voice less desperate now. There's a little bit of sultriness in it, which you haven't heard from Sam before. She stands up slowly from her defensive position. "They also wrestled covered in oil." She bites her lip and nods her head at the bathroom door to the side of the room. "And I have some baby oil in there."

Agree to rubbing oil on Sam, or insist on continuing without it?'

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