Trick

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There's an old saying: "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me." You think it came from an episode of Star Trek or something. Amy could tell you for sure. No matter what it's origin was, you were going to take it to heart, and not let yourself get fooled by Sam again. Even if you kept hoping that she really did have a chance of heart. Or at least waited to do whatever she was going to do until after she finished what she was doing to your cock right now.

Sam keeps rubbing your cock, and massaging your thighs with the balls of her feet. "A draw wouldn't be so bad now, would it, Max? Neither of us loses." She keeps running her hand over your chest, and leans in closer to your ear as her voice drops slightly. "You'd be happy with a draw, wouldn't you?" She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, although her mouth gets closer to your ear, so that you can feel her warm breath tickling it.

Her voice changes slightly, and is even lower now. "But I wouldn't be happy with a draw. I play to win, Peewee."

Her hand lets go of your cock, as her legs suddenly raise up to squeeze around your chest. You feel her lifting her arms up, and start wrapping them around your head, presumably in an attempt at some kind of headlock, a sleeper hold, or even a choke hold. Despite her legs already clenching down on you, driving the air out of your lungs, you've been expecting her to try something like this. You manage to get one arm up by your head to keep her arms from closing around you, which probably saves you from losing right there. Had Sam put you into some hold, such as a rear very-naked choke, you probably wouldn't have been able to escape from it.

As it is, Sam still has those long, powerful legs clamping down on the sides of your rib cage. She hooks her ankles, squeezing you tighter, even as she struggles to either get your arm out of the way, or to work that arm into some other kind of hold. She's lost the element of surprise though. In fact, she'd given that up a split-second too early through her need to deliver a soliloquy right as she was about to spring her trap.

You curse your stupidity as you struggle to keep her from getting some kind of hold or lock onto your head, while the pain from her legs bearing down on you threatens to make you want to tap out all by itself. But the realization that Sam had to twice now resort to trickery to try to beat you proved to you that she was worried she was losing. Even though you were at a disadvantage now, if you could just hold on for a little bit longer, you knew you could win this.

"Damn it, Peewee," Sam mutters through clenched teeth. "Stop fighting me!" Frustration shows heavily in her voice, and it's not of the sexual kind.

If you had any breath left in your lungs, you might say something. Instead, you work to keep her arms from finding some way to contain your head and arm. You manage to grab one of her wrists with your free arm, and pull the attached limb away from your head, giving yourself a reprieve from that attack. Now you can focus more on those legs wrapping around your torso, and squeezing you painfully tight.

Sam also shifts her focus from her arms to her legs. You feel her legs bear down even tighter on you, and instinctively you twist a little. Amazingly, her legs slip a little, and you succeed in turning a few degrees. You realize that it's the oil; it's keeping her legs from getting a good grip on you. You wrench your body some more, and are rewarded with your body rotating further in her grip. You're now able to get some air into your lungs.

Sam tries to compensate for your movement by applying more pressure with her legs, but now the oil from her legs has had a chance to get applied to your torso as well, making it even harder for her to get a grip on you. You push your advantage, and work to twist your body even more, managing to get it turned so you're on your side now. Sam gives up entirely now on trying to put a headlock on you, and leans back on her arms, trying to get better leverage with the rest of her body. But now she is having trouble keeping her ankles locked, since they are both also coated with oil.

You lean down towards Sam's body as much as you can, and work your right arm around under you, and brace it on the ground on the far side of Sam's body, getting as good a grip on the mat as you can. You also manage to get your legs braced against the floor. Unlike Sam's, they're not covered in oil, so they stay put on the mat as you twist your body around some more. Suddenly you find yourself turned completely around, facing Sam, her legs still locked around your torso, although with far less sure of a grip than before.

Sam suddenly finds herself in a much more vulnerable position than she was a minute ago. She's more or less on her back under you, with her legs wrapped around you. You've now got both hands on the mat, still relatively oil free, as well as your legs helping hold you in place. Sam's back, well-oiled as it is, isn't giving her much purchase on the flat mat floor, although she's trying to use her un-oiled arms to try to maintain her place.

You move your arms from the mat to Sam's shoulders, trying to hold them down now. She uses her own arms to try to pull your hands off of her, with mixed luck. Her shoulders are another part of her body that didn't get oiled, so you're able to actually hold onto them, but she's fighting with renewed desperation now, knowing that she'll likely not be able to trick you again.

"You're... you're not going to beat me," she gasps, managing to keep one shoulder or the other up, despite your efforts. "I still have more endurance that you. I just need to let you wear yourself out, trying to keep me pinned."

She may be right. You know that she's able to exercise for hours. Although you've proven that you're just barely stronger than her, the difference isn't necessarily enough where she might not be able to fend you off long enough for your strength to wane enough for her to regain the advantage. You can't let this fight go on that long.

There's another way to win, other than a pin. Grabbing onto her shoulders more for support than to try to pin her now, you manage to slide your body up between her slickened legs. It gives you a better position over your sister for a pin, but it also moves your cock more in line with her pussy, and in fact the head of your cock bumps up between her legs, smack dab right in between her pussy and asshole.

Sam yelps as she realizes how close she just was to being fucked, and thus loosing, and jerks her body a bit, succeeding through pure desperation in moving her vulnerable feminine parts away from you an inch or so. But in so doing, she momentarily loses what little leverage she had, and you manage to get both of her shoulders pressed down against the mat. She bridges her back up to get her shoulders off of the ground, although this moves her pussy closer to you.

You've moved the battle to two fronts now; her shoulders and her pussy. If you count her asshole, it's three, although getting your cock into her ass might be a longshot, even as lubricated as it is. Sam can't defend everything at once. If you press either for a pin or to penetrate her, she can't defend against that with her full attention now, without risking losing on the other front. You think you've got her now. You just need to decide which route you want to win by.

Go for the pin, or try to fuck her pussy or ass for the win?