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First story - my gf, her little brother and me
Hi to everyone! I’m new to the Forum and I’m happy to be here. I will try to contribute to this MW Forum writing stories. I’m not a native English speaker, that’s why you might find out some grammar mistake, but I hope you’ll enjoy these stories as much as I do. Before submitting you my first story I have to argue a little bit, not with you of course, but on MW in general. In the last years we have seen a real boom in MW videos but I’m worried because their quality is getting lower and lower. The fact is that I’m tired of watching those movies with guys who lay on the ground motionless, pretending of struggling when they don’t sweat a drop. The fake wrestling is horrible and almost always with a poor acting (let’s hire good actors at least!). The stories sometimes are even worse. The tag reveals all the story’s end (70% femdom and 30% maledom) and seems really implausible half the times (even for a story..). I truly believe in gender equality and I’m convinced that women can fight without any help against men (just see the friendly MW videos on u tube). I want to stage some real and credible mixed wrestling battle, indeed within the rules of the genre.
That said I hope you’ll enjoy my first story! My girlfriend, her little brother and me My name is Bran and I'm a 24 years old guy. I'm blond, average-size (standing 180 cm) and in a decent shape. I have not played sport for years and my belly starts to show off the consequences. My girlfriend Anne at the opposite is keen on doing sport as often as she can, running, dancing and practicing yoga. She is a beautiful 22 y.o. brown hair brunette, ten centimeter shorter than me and of course much lighter. Though the usual fights that all the couples have our relationship has always worked fine. One day, was Sunday, I was going to her house for ask her to shop around. Arriving at her home I just discovered that the door was half way open. Worried I stepped in. "Anne?" I tried to call her waiting for an answer. Some more steps forward and I was in the large living room. What I saw there left me speechless. Anne and her brother Tom were wrestling. Anne was wearing her bra and yoga pants, while Tom was bare chested with only his pajama pants. Tom was a 18 years old boy, quite skinny even if yet a bit heavier than my girlfriend and approximately same height. They were wrestling as I said and she was..wow she was winning. "What are you doing?" I asked interrupting them. Anne answered me "Hi honey, I'm just teaching Tom a little bit of respect. He was saying something about the fact that the girls are fragile and need to be protected. I'm demonstrating that the other way round is happening nowadays. Please have a sit and enjoy the show". She looked at her brother once again, he was clearly worried. They were standing in front of each other, she suddenly threw herself forward, stepped left aside, headlocked him with her left arm and brought him to the ground. He tried to push her in vain, he wasn't expecting an attack on the left and she was damn quick. After she completed the move she laid on his head, strangling him with the headlock now tight as she was able to connect the right hand to the other. He was with his back on the ground, her body on his throat, her left arm under his head and her hands tied together to lock the hold. He tried to dislodge her, to bridge his body but she was in a perfect position. Eventually he was able to take her hair with his right hand, pulling backwards. She inevitably followed the hair pulling and finally was forced to roll herself off to get free. "Bastard!" she said getting angry. He was still trying to catch his breath when she jumped at him, sat on him in a schoolgirl pin, slapped him in the face and then grabbed the boy's head, closed her legs around his neck and put the poor Tom in a terrible head scissor. He started to tap out on the floor but she was mad, while releasing the hold she seized his arm and began to bend it towards an awkward and painfull looking position, ignoring his screaming. "Bastard let's admit that your sister is stronger than you!" she said. "Ok! You are stronger, please enough!" he said. "It's not enough.." she answered smiling. She stood up and put her foot on his chest in a classic victory pose. He was almost crying. "Come on darling, congratulations for your victory but that's enough" I tried to intervene. She looked at me "Bran I warn you, stay out of this". Saying that she bent over and grasped Tom's pants. "No, please don't!" said Tom but was late. She took them off letting him only in his underwear. The boy moaned and his face turned red as she started giggling "..and now my dear brother the final humiliation", "No, Anne, don't do this to me, please" he pleaded. She smirked "I will humiliate you and the male sex doing it, you don't know how much I'm enjoying this moment". She got ready to grab him in order to strip him off completely naked. Until that moment I was sitting on the chair, a little turned on but also irritated for her cocky behavior. But I couldn't stay out of it one second more. "Anne I said it's enough, don't do that! Don't even try". She looked at me and laughed. "Well my boyfriend has some sense of justice. I warn you one last time. If you try to do something you will be sharing the same fate of my pathetic brother. I don't want to humiliate you, don't make me". I shook my head in disbelief "Do you want to fight me?" I asked her coldly. She stared at me "Have you seen what I am capable of? Don't even try me darling" , "Okay I have had enough. You really need to be put in your place Anne. Wrestle with me but...you know I'm not a teenaged boy" I said watching her trembling brother. After saying that I took off my shirt, my shoes and my socks, wearing only my blue jeans. She was like frozen, still staring at me. "What's that? I'm too big and strong for you?" I asked. In fact I was really bigger than her and I underlined the fact walking closer. I looked down in her eyes and smiled. "Ok my love as you wish" she retorted in defiance, "I'll wrestle you down. I wished to avoid you such a humiliation from your tiny girl but your male ego requires an adjustment. Go in your room little brother, you can come back when you'll hear the big dude crying". He ran to his room immediately. We started circling, facing each other. Both of us wearing only trousers (me the jeans and Anne yoga pants) and she wearing a black bra. She suddenly approached me, pushing my chest while at the same time sweeping my leg. Her move was perfectly timed and I tumbled over surprised. I fell hard on the ground. One moment later and she was on top of me, straddling my chest. With a triumphant smile she looked down at me as she seized my wrists and attempted to pin them over my head. "I told you, you should not have interfered with me my love ... . Now I will have to humiliate you." I grunted in effort but leverage was on her side and she was able to pin my arms above my head. She then slided higher on my chest as she prepared to pin my arms underneath her shins, trying to trap me in a classical schoolgirl pin. However I was far from done and I used my strength to pull my arms free before she could pin them under her legs. As I tried to push her off me she managed to gain control of my right arm. In a fluid motion she trapped my upper arm between her thighs and fell backwards, pulling my wrist to apply an armbar. Wow! She has some formal wrestling training. I thought. But I wasn't a whimp and actually I loved to wrestle in my childhood, as many guys do. I pulled my left arm back and rotated my waist upside down to turn my whole body. I succeeded in avoiding the armbar but now I was in an even worse situation: my face on the floor and my back exposed. Anne wasted no time and jumped on my back, mounting me. I went immediately on my knees trying to dislodge her but she closed her legs in a legscrissor around my waist, her strong thighs queezing the air from my lungs. I then felt her sneak her arm underneath my chin and around my neck as she applied a sleeperhold and started to choke me from behind. I realized I was in deep trouble, with her slender but strong arm strangling me. I threw myself to my back hoping to crush her under me. She was in some trouble trying to handle me and, despite her being physically athletic, was quite tired and I could feel it. When I fell down she was barely able to hold the chokehold, one arm only since she hadn't had the needed time to close the hold and the other hand resting in the grip of my hand. So she started scissoring me with her legs full force, demanding my submission. I had trouble breathing and meanwhile Anne was frantically trying to pull her arm from my grip to re-lock the sleeperhold.. I was starting to feel some excruciating pain on my sides but I also felt myself still full of energies and ideas. Remembering a wrestling match that I saw when I was younger I moved my legs on her ankles, connected them in what I knew was a figure four legscrissor and put some pressure on them, creating pressure on her ankles. She started screaming but was somehow able to escape her legs, twisting and pushing. Unfortunately for her trying to get free she was forced to turn to her stomach, my same previous situation. She was face down, trying to catch her breath and crawl away. I slowly sat on her back, whispering in her ear "You should not challenge the big dudes my love", with that I secured each of her arms under my legs and put my hands under her chin. I knew that it was a painful camel clutch. I forced her chin upwards, choking her and forcing her eyes to meet mine. "Submit", I whisper, she tried to talk but all what she made was a disarticulated sound. I smiled at her, icy "Beat that beautiful leg of yours on the mat for your submission". She started franticly tapping out with her right leg . I released her. She started to cough and then rolled on her back. She was dirty looking at me standing now over her with my big arms crossed, but after a few moments of silence she suddenly lifted her right leg aiming a kick at my testicles. Luckily I was expecting precisely that, the last resort of the defeated women. I caught her feet and then I put my right arm under her knee, reversing her with my brute strength. She moaned. It was the time to applied another tricky move that I had just remembered, a boston crab. I took the other leg, intertwined it with the right and went backward. She started screaming in pain and tapped once again on the floor, this time with her hands "Who has just defeated you?" I asked " Please..you did..it hurts..please stop..AAAAAHH". I let her go and her legs fell on the floor. I raised my eyes and saw her little brother standing at the door, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. "Good Tom, you have come at the right moment hearing someone asking for mercy, but she's not crying yet". Anne was face down, I took her arm and easily turned her over. Now Anne was looking freighted at me. "Apologize to your brother" I asked "Never..", "Ok". I just placed my bare foot on her breast and pushed down hard, squashing her boob against her ribcage. "Noooo..please..bastard..ok! ok! Sorry Tom, I'm sorry I didn't want to humiliate you". "Good girl" I commented "Now it's time to take your beautiful yoga pants off, "Nooo..please..noooo", she tried to move but it was too late. Her naked white legs now was starting flashing out to the sunlight coming in from the windows. Anne closed herself in a ball, protecting her now bare and vulnerable legs, the same legs that she used so effectively to beat up her brother ... but not me. Catching my breath I lifted her off the ground and put her on my shoulders, walking toward the couch "What are you doing? Bran??" she asked in an humbled voice. I hold her and sat on the couch, placing her belly on my knees. My right leg raised up and down to press her head below my knee. She started wriggling to get free, understanding what was going on. Unfortunately for her I was too strong and she has become too weak, so I started my spanking "Noooo! No! Not in front of my little brother! Nooo..". She finally was crying like a baby..no it's better saying like a girl "Bran listen I'm sorry, I would never challenge you again, please..". I stopped, she was broken and in tears. "Tom now you can go in your room. The next time that she acts so cocky let me know", "Ok Bran thanks!" he said happily returning to his room. I pushed her and she went down on the floor. Anne looked at me, her tears rolling on her cheeks "Bran I made a mistake wrestling you", she was looked down humiliated, "Please now..I' m so ashamed..but I need to be fucked hard..please..". Actually I had been really excited since the beginning of our match. Not saying a word I kissed her softly on the mouth and brought her to the bedroom. Last edited by John3; 04-Jan-18 at 20:31. |
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Re: First story - my gf, her little brother and me
Thanks for contributing to the forum, mate.
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Re: First story - my gf, her little brother and me
I liked the story, but somehow I sense that some revenge is in the cards for you.
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Re: First story - my gf, her little brother and me
This is the end of the story. It's mainly a catfight, so if you don't like the genre just skip it
My gf, her little brother and me - conclusion Five years have gone by that afternoon in my house. I married Bran one year ago and our relationship is the best thing I've ever experienced. Five years have passed since our wrestling match in my house. My passion for wrestling is not dead yet and, though I have never had the time to do any fighting sport, I'm still pretty competitive when I'm challenged. This is to explain what has happened yesterday. It has involved once again..well my brother. We don't really like each other and what happened some years ago didn't much help our connection. The fact is that he is my brother after all, and when he invited us over in his new rent apartment we could not refuse. We arrived just in time, the door opened and that bitch was on the door. My brother's new girlfriend..or his mum, depending on the perspective. She was 39, long black hair, much older than him, taller than him ( and he grew up in these years!) and incredibly snobbish. She welcomed us with her usual fake smile "Anne! How are you doing?? So glad to see you!", "Hi Catrina! Everything's fine thank you.." I responded walking in. You know it was my highest level of kindness for her, since I'm not a good actress,and my "masculine side " as Bran called it, hates this shit. Bran is quite better than me in the social engagement's. We sat on their sofa, waiting for my brother's showing up, while they keep chatting on futile things. "Look who's in here, my friend Bran and his new wife..Anne right?", it was my brother's Tom irony, always pitiful. Catrina started giggling at this sorrowful gag. I just tried to ignore her. "Look, my smart and witty brother" I mocked him "Give me a kiss" , he kissed me quickly and then turned to Bran "Hi Mate! Thank you for coming!". You must know that after our little wrestling-argument my brother looked up to my husband, taking him as a model..with little success I say. I must confess that I spared him for another couple of wrestling lessons in the last years just because of Bran, so not surprisingly he saw him like a guardian angel. We spent two hours talking of this and that in front our tea cups, when Catrina had the brilliant idea of a "truth or dare" game. It goes without saying that I really hate this game, especially when I'm playing it with people that I can't stand. It was just the second round and all of us so long has opted for "Truth" so long. It was my go to ask something and my target was Tom. Well well..it was the time to make things interesting. "Truth or dare Tom?" I asked. He blushed. He knew that I had in store some embarrassing question about Catrina and he was not so good in avoiding questions. So he chose "dare". What he did not guess was that option was even worse for him. "Ok" I said, "What about this: do you remember the wrestling match some year ago at our parent's home? Why don't we try again to find out if the time has changed the shift of strength between us?". "What are you talking about?" asked Catrina bringing her hand on the mouth like in a contempt gesture (did I say how much I hate her?). Tom didn't answer and didn't move neither. I could feel that he was still afraid of me and, I believe, for a good reason. Even if a bit shorter than him I had a good body, while he was more slender. "Well Catrina you must know" I started answering "that we were used to wrestle some years ago. And I have always won and humiliated him". "Oh I can't believe it" she said, "Tom it is true?". He was still staring at me in anger, not answering. "My dear how can be possible? Your sister is so small compared to us. She's just an average girl. I'm sure that there is more behind this story". Here we are, she said the wrong thing at the wrong time and now was my turn to get angry "Excuse me Catrina, probably you are an average girl, well maybe taller, but I'm not. I'm a strong woman and a very good fighter for you information". She laughed. "Oh Anne you seem to always believe too much in yourself. I'm sure that Tom will beat you up in a moment. It is true Tom?". He didn't answer but stood up hesitantly. I jumped on my feet happy and full of confidence. "Tom is going to destroy you" Catrina said to me "Come on my dear! You seem to be too afraid, let's think that even I could handle your sister easily, she's so small". "So, why don't you fight her instead?", was the Bran's voice behind me "Probably Tom is scared of hurting her. I think that a match between you might be fairer". She looked at me and smiled "Bran you have always wonderful ideas ! What do you say Anne? A friendly match between us would be ok?". She said friendly in the nastiest way that you can ever imagine. "Oh Catrina I would be delighted" I said giggling in a fake friendly tone "..be delighted to kick your ass in front of our men", I thought. Tom sat on the sofa finally relaxing. Bran had saved his ass once again. We took our shoes off. She remained with her short ponte-knit sheath dress and I just strip off the shirt of my button down skirt. I was showing up my white bra now but I didn't care, as both the men before us had seen me already in underwear. "Ok" I thought "We are going to use the legs a little, since our dresses give us a little room for that". As I was thinking she lunged at me and pulled my hair. Fucking women! I have almost forgotten how the girls are used to fight. The hair pulling hurt like hell and the bitch brought me on the floor. Using the grip on my hair she forced me on my back and pressed her knee in my stomach to pin me down. She kept hair pulling me and gave me a slap across the face. It was supposed to be a friendly fight, wasn't it? I was trapped underneath her weight, while she controlled me by my hair with one hand while slapping me with the other. I was actually almost crying from the pain. I had to react. I tried to clear my mind. Ok, let's show up this bitch a little bit of wrestling. With my right hand I pulled the front of her dress and brought her head closer to me, close and closer. Her pulling was less effective now as we were too much close. After that I put my left hand on the throat, in a primitive chocking hold. She started coughing and chocking and released me. I let her go with my hands and swung my powerful legs, until that moment on the floor, towards her head. I wrapped my legs around her head, bringing her down. She was now on the floor on her back. I moved on top of her and attempted to straddle her chest. However she struggled like a wild cat and I had trouble controlling her. Placing my knee on her chest I pinned her down and held her immobile. I reached for her wrists, trying to pin them down above her head. However as I did she I not pay enough attention to the legs of Catrina. Catrina somehow slipped from underneath my knee and swung her legs up and locked her ankles around my neck--the insteps of her feet at my carotid arteries, her toes touching each other at the nape of my neck--and twisting her body she threw me to the side. Now, suddenly, I was the one who was trapped! Both of us were lying on our sides on the mat. her slim legs were amazingly strong. Her legs were crossed at the knees so she could use a scissoring motion with her ankles around my neck, the top of her right foot pressing against the right side of my neck, the top of her left foot against the left side of my neck. Obviously I could have tried to pull her legs apart and free myself...but my fingers were now intertwined. Now Catrina's hands held my hands captive. Her fingernails dug into the skin on the back of my fingers as I tried to work my hands free. "Oh Anne, seems I am right. You believe to much in yourself. " Catrina taunted. I flailed helplessly in her grip. She shook my head back and forth with her feet, demonstrating her dominance. The edges of my vision started to blur and I realized I was getting choked. Catrina intensified the pressure of her insteps on my neck clearly looking to strangle me into unconsciousness. In a last ditch attempt I managed to get my knee to my chest and used it to create some space and relieve some of the pressure. Groaning in exertion I pulled my hands free from Catrina's grip and escaped her hold. Both of us got back to our feet and Catrina immediately attacked me. She again tried to grab my hair however this time I was prepared and I was able to stop her hands from reaching my hair. We struggled chest to chest for control as we both tried to wrestle the other against the floor. She attempted to connect a knee between my thighs. However I was prepared and turning around I snapped an arm around her neck, pushed a hip into her stomach and threw her to the floor. We both landed on the floor with me on top of her. As we struggled for control Catrina scratched her nails over my face which distraced me long enough for her to turn me over and end up on top of me. "Ahhhhh!" I shrieked in pain as Catrina pinned me down by pressing her knee on the side of my head, using all of her bodyweight to immobilize my head, pinning it against the floor. Catrina clearly knew some nasty tricks, because while she had my head pinned she seized my hand with both of hers and tried to bend my fingers backwards. However before she was able to break my fingers I was able to pull free and with massive effort I was able to get my head free from underneath her knee. She tried to wrap her legs around my neck for a headscissor however I was able to avoid it and slip behind her. I held her from behind and forced her on her stomach, back exposed. I managed to sit on her back and tried to get my arms around her neck for a conclusive sleeperhold. Probably she felt the threat because she pushed on her arms and went on her knees, her back exposed. In that moment there were no thoughts in my mind, just an enemy to destroy. Without thinking I sat on her shoulders, closing my thighs around her head. After that I fell back, bringing her head with me. I heard a strange sound as with a sudden jerk she fell backwards on the floor, her head and neck trapped between my thighs. Now she was on the floor montionless, her head between my legs in a perfect head scissor. "Not so tough Catrina eh? Weren't you stronger and taller?". She was moaning in pain. "Tom" she said "Please Tom she's broken something..I'm going to throw up..please help me". Her voice was feeble. "You have to submit" I said to her, "And you stop!" shouted up to Tom who has stood up for helping her. Tom was like frozen in fear. "Ok..ok..I give Anne" she said seeing her man not moving. I let her go and immediately Bran and Tom were on her. Eventually Tom brought her at the hospital for a check. Bran drove us to our home in a silently journey. We went in our bedroom. Both of us undressed. "Bran I'll take a shower" I said walking toward the bathroom. He was laying on the bed in his boxer shorts, like thinking. "Wait a minute, we have to talk" he said "Do you know what have you done today? The possible consequences? You must not lose yourself". I stared at him furious, the demon inside me once again released "She's just a whore and doesn't deserve him, she is much older than him and even more stupid!" I said angry. He was still on the bed, cool. "He's your brother and I know that you love him", "And what do you know?" I asked angry to Bran "You are just good at saving his ass!". Saying that I in a gesture of fury I raised my leg and put my foot on his throat "I would kick your ass too Bran!!". He tried to catch my foot but I scraped it back. He raised up, jumping on his feet. "Anne? It's enough. Stop it". He walked toward me slowly. I saw his powerful body, his large shoulders and arms coming and instinctively stepped back, soon reaching the wall behind me. He approached me, closer and closer "Do you want to fight?" he asked in a whisper, icy as always in these situations. I looked at him bottom-up, like the first time we have wrestled. The truth is that we did it many times since then..my inner dominant voice saying that I had to submit him soon or later, to make him sorry, to shake his firmness and show him who was the strongest sex in the couple. He walked closer, now on me. The fact is that I couldn't win, I couldn't outwrestle him in any way. I fought hard against him and I have lost, all the times. That very room was the witnesses of my screams for submission, pleasure and pain while he was playing with me. I felt the warmness of his body on my skin. According to my experience that feeling went along with pleasure or pain, or both. He was just too strong for me and was a natural-born fighter. Each time that I've tried some wrestling and fighting hold on him he retorted with the same applied more effectively. Sometimes I have put him in trouble but I've regretted it soon afterward. With me he had discovered a sadistic side of his personality and I have discovered that I loved being submitted by my man as much as I would have loved for the opposite happening. I looked at him. He was still staring me with the hands on his hips, his beautiful face, his masculine body threatening my naked femininity . I felt the chills on my back and got wet. "No, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I don't wanna fight". He smiled "You are going to call them and apologize, ok?", "Yes Bran..ok.." I said hugging him. I felt his strong hands that took me and carried my naked body on the bed. The end @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] sorry Last edited by John3; 07-Jan-18 at 21:04. |
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Re: First story - my gf, her little brother and me
Ha Ha! No problem. Enjoyed your story. Hope you write more.
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I found out this story of mine on Diana the valkyrie, "stolen" by someone who has the nick name dark magician. Actually it doesn't bother me, on the contrary I see that he has improved it, adjusting the whole grammatical structure. I'd like to copy his better version here, I'm sure he won't mind as he has stolen it in the first place, but I can't edit anymore. Can you help? Thank you. |
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