Sisters

[enozama]

Sisters

Angry, Maria trudged across the garden to the terrace. Marion suppressed a grin. She leaned back in the deck chair, with an emphasis on casualness. "We have to talk, Marion!" Hissed Maria, as soon as she was within earshot.

Marion leaned forward and put on her innocent facial expression. She knew how to irritate Maria. “Is it about the summer festival last week? It's a shame you couldn't attend. You missed a lot. "

"Karl has already reported to me," replied Maria pointedly. "But I want to hear your version, sis!"

"With pleasure. Your dear husband and I took part in the raffle, and both of us had a ticket with the “6” in our hands. We were already flattening "what if", and then the "6" was really drawn for the main prize - you know, that vintage waffle iron that we are both so keen on. "

"Two lottery tickets with the" 6 "- how could that happen?"

“Hilde, Jules little daughter, painted the numbers. Hilde simply forgot to underline the "6", and so it was indistinguishable from the "9". We all looked pretty bewildered, and poor Hilde got a terribly guilty conscience. Suddenly she suggested that Karl and I could solve the problem with arm wrestling. “Like Dad and mom always do,” she said. So cute!"

"And you agreed immediately, Karl reported to me. But why? Did you expect him to play the gentleman and leave you the waffle iron, almost without a fight? "

“Somehow,” Marion replied, “but your husband was probably scared of your reaction. I have to admit, I looked pretty confused when Karl sat down across from me without a word and put his elbow on defiantly. Of course I couldn't pussy out then. "

“You are pretty strong for a woman, I know. Still, Karl should have beaten you easily. What happened?"

“I kept up well for a while, Karl had a real struggle. Then he forced my hand down, inch by inch. Man what was I mad! I threatened to lose the arm wrestle and not get the waffle iron - I just had to do something! My knees were practically between his legs, and then I ... "

"I know about your technique, Marion"; Maria interrupted hastily, "spare the details."

“Anyway, I'm really good with my knees; you should have seen Karl's face! No normal ticking man in the world could have concentrated on arm wrestling with me treating him in this position. Karl was paralyzed for a moment and that was enough for me. I thundered his hand down on the table. Man, there was quite a raving about our audience! "

"And my Karl had to endure a lot of ridicule."

"What else? It was embarrassing, to be defeated by a woman would not be possible, those stupid macho sayings from the last millennium. "

"Of course he didn't dare to name the real reason for his defeat ...", Maria interjected.

"How could he have done that? That would have sounded too much like a sore excuse. In addition, all the kids watched. Karl crept from the summer party like a beaten dog. ”Marion fixed her sister. „But you certainly didn't come to complain about my nasty little tricks. What do you want? ”

Maria stretched. “Karl insists on a revenge! He challenges you to a public wrestling match to even the score! Next week, at the second summer festival! ”

Marion caught her breath. She definitely had not expected that.

To be continued

[enozama]

Sisters, Part Two

"I gladly accept Karl's wrestling challenge, Maria", Marion announced, "but only on my terms ..."

Two weeks later

Maria had tried to warn her husband about her sister at lunch. “Don't underestimate Marion! She is an ambitious tough cookie and keeps fit with Nordic walking, yoga and Pilates. You, on the other hand, are more of the armchair athlete, consuming beer and chips in front of the TV while watching football."

“So what…” Karl replied angrily, “Marion fooled me with a nasty sexual trick and publicly embarrassed me in our armwrestling match; she will pay for that! And when it comes to wrestling, remember I'm younger, taller and heavier than she is, plus I will be the man on the mat. I will probably manage my job in the match! ” You should, thought Maria. After all, I would be humiliated myself if my sister embarrassed my husband in public a second time.

Marion had insisted on wrestling topless. So the fight was scheduled for the evening and took place without minors watching. This did not detract from the attractiveness of the event: Almost all the adults in the settlement had gathered around the battlefield and paid a decent amount of money. Marion had earmarked the fees for the purchase of a new slide for the kids.

"Let´s go," Maria started the fight. Marion had also made it a condition for her appearence that Maria acted as a referee. Marion and Karl cautiously crept around each other for a minute. Karl's attack came out of nowhere. His arm jerked out. Marion wanted to back away, but she was too slow. Karl caught her with a headlock, pushed his hips forward and threw Marion to the ground with a mighty swing. Just as we have practiced, Maria exulted.

In training, Karl had always dominated her after this start; but he couldn't get his sister-in-law under control the same way. Marion writhed like an eel. Karl could not press Marion flat on the floor, as he had always succeeded in doing with Maria, he could not lie down on her and harrass her with his weight.

Deserved applause from the audience broke out. This wrestling fight deserved its name, Maria thought with grudging appreciation for her sister. Marion held up against her husband pretty well. The two opponents gasped and sweated, and Maria heard how some cheeky neighbors were already starting to mock Karl and placing bets on his female opponent.

These comments reached Karl's ear and seemed to intimidate him. Karl redoubled his efforts. Don't exhaust yourself too quickly, honey, whispered Maria to herself, knowing about Marion´s extraordinary endurance.

Maria's silent appeal fizzled out. Karl invested a lot of energy in unsuccessful attacks and became more and more out of breath. The slippery sweat did its part. Finally Marion managed to twist her head out of the crook of her opponent's arm. I had never succeeded doing that, Maria paid her sister respect. Marion didn't just have a big mouth; she could also deliver, that was for sure.

As a referee, she was only a few inches away from the wrestling couple. So she had to follow up close how Marion became superior.

It felt like it used to be in childhood. As a girl, Marion had often fought with the neighboring boys and almost always won. After their battles with Marion, many defeated boys ran to their mother with tears in their eyes and complained of her suffering, but challenged the superior girl again just a few minutes later, earning the same result. Did Marion's childhood experiences pay off against Karl? She seemed to remember a lot of the moves from that time and used a whole arsenal of body scissors, head scissors and other submission holds to bother Karl.

Karl acted more and more hectically. He gave everything that was left in him, but that was not enough for his opponent. Marion attacked him like an angry mosquito. Finally she got on top and buried Karl under her.

To be continued

[enozama]

Sisters, Part Three

"Got you, my dear," said Marion, sliding onto Karl's chest. Resolutely, she pinned his wrists into the mat and looked triumphantly down at her brother-in-law. "You see? I beat you without using nasty tricks! Admit that I'm stronger than you! Even in a wrestling match!"

“You´re not!” Karl hissed back angrily, “I´m not defeated yet!” Maria bit on her lip in desperation. Her stubborn husband refused to admit the obvious. Her sister had overpowered him in a fair fight, no doubt about it. Marion throned on Karl like a queen and nestled her well-toned thighs against the trembling ribs of her prey. If it would have been another opponent, Maria would have been really proud of her sis. But she was womanhandling her husband, dear god!

"As you like it," replied Marion, digging her knees into Karl's biceps. He groaned. Marion's used her painful specialty from her youth, remembered Maria, who at that time had often enough writhed in a similar position under her older sister. Was it the appreciative whistling of the neighbors that made tears well up in Karl's eyes? The pain Marion's knees caused him?

Give up, honey! pleaded Maria inwardly, my sister is too much woman for you. You've embarrassed us both enough with your pathetic performance, don't make it worse! Don't hinder the obvious!

But Karl still refused to admit his defeat. Usually Maria loved her husband for this fighting spirit, this determination, this pride. But not this time. Suddenly, maybe as an act of desperation, Karl activated the last of his physical reserves and bridged up. Even Maria no longer believed her husband could do this in his state. "You haven't won yet, sister," Maria uttered with satisfaction when Karl catapulted his opponent into the air.

Maria's hope lived only for a second. As supple as a cat, Marion landed on her feet and immediately pounced on her battered opponent. Karl turned to the side but couldn't get his legs together. Unplanned, but therefore no less effective, Marion's knee made its way between Karl's thigh, her knee hit his most vulnerable asset. "Damn bitch!" Karl uttered and doubled up in pain.

"You dare to call me" Bitch "?", Marion hissed, "You will pay for that!" She pulled her knee back, ready to strike again.

"Stop!" Cried Maria in horror. She feared about her family planning. And wasn't she chosen as the referee by Marion? "Foul! I disqualify you, Marion! "

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy? That was an accident! “, Marion growled and looked angrily over at her sister. “Your fine husband is done, as everyone can see; you just want to prevent me from finishing off the poor loser! "

The audience did not hold back their displeasure either. Maria heard angry whistles and calls of protest. “Let the two continue!” “I want to see how Marion kicks the ass of your husband!” Demanded male and female voices. Stand by your man, Maria thought defiantly, and was determined to end the fight to save Karl from the worst.

“Your sister is right, darling,” Karl suddenly spoke up, “her knee hit was an unlucky accident - this time! I want to kick Marion´s ass, but I don't want to win like this! I want to bring our battle to an end in a sporty way. By the way, we owe that to our audience too. If Marion should really prove to be the stronger, then I´ll accept it as a fair sportsman. "

"Compliment; maybe you're not that much of a wimp after all, Karl ”, Marion commented appreciatively. “I'm sorry about the knee - this time! You need a break? "

"Five minutes," confirmed Karl, got up and stretched his body to regain mobility for his tense muscles.

After the agreed deadline, the two opponents again stood in front of each other, ready to fight. Marion's determined expression did not bode well; hopefully Karl has learned, Maria thought. She started the sequel with mixed feelings.

Final to come

[Wildthing2001]

Another great mixed wrestling tale you have penned, can't wait to read final chapter. Hope husband surpises everyone and pulls out a win .

[enozama]

Sisters - Final, Part One

Marion spread out self-confidence from every pore of her athletic body. She crept around her opponent and looked for weaknesses in Karl's guard. Then she exploded, ducked, and grabbed Karl's ankle. But he withdrew his foot unexpectedly quickly. Marion stumbled. Karl embraced Marion's hips and yanked her up. Marion screamed.

Yes!, Maria cheered inside. At last her husband succeeded in getting Marion into trouble. Had she underestimated Karl? Should he really be able to put Marion in her place?

Oh, how she would desired Marion to be defeated in a humiliating way! She and Marion lived an extraordinary rivalry, almost a love-hate relationship. Whatever Maria did, Marion always turned out to be the smarter, stronger, more skilful one. Marion was the star of the family, Maria the little sidekick. And Marion let the younger sister feel it with relish. Maria suffered extremely from the many pointed remarks and malice that Marion had inflicted on her throughout her life. A public defeat to her husband Karl would even the score between them. Well, almost.

And for what other reasons did a woman marry? If not that her husband had the duty to protect her, to defend her honor? "You can't let the defeat in arm wrestling stand!", She had prompted Karl, "My husband beaten by a woman – gosh, by losing to my sis you embarrassed me too! You have to restore your - our – MY reputation." At first Karl had fiercely resisted Maria's wish to challenge Marion to a wrestling match. “Even if I'm pissed off at your sister: What does it look like, me, the beefy garbage man, going against such a slim person in a competitive match?” But Maria knew how to treat her husband to get her way. She nagged and blasphemed until Karl gave in.

Marion was a lithe and physically strong woman, but Maria would never have thought that she would have a serious chance against Karl. Until Marion taught her better. Until a few minutes ago, Marion dominated and Maria regretted her initiative. Now the tide seemed to be turning. In any case, Karl had no hesitation in seriously attacking Marion. He thundered his sister-in-law heavily on the mat and threw himself on her. Marion reared up. A mistake. Karl wrapped his mighty legs around her abdomen and crossed his heels. Then he pressed.

"AHHHH", Marion cried out. Maria knew about the strength in Karl's thighs. In his job he covered many kilometers every day, often with heavy loads. His hardened muscles dug into Marion's abdomen. She tossed back and forth, but couldn't break the grip. “You fought really well for a woman, but it's over now. Give up, Marion! “, Demanded Karl resolutely.

"Never!", Marion countered, "I can handle you!" Maria's sister turned out to be just as tough as her husband. Marion pushed herself up, desperately trying to break the clamp. Again and again she threw her body into the air. And in the end she succeeded! Marion threw herself up with a force that Karl was no longer able to cope with. Marion broke her bonds.

Karl rolled off. He stared at his opponent and shook his head in absolute amazement. "You're unbelievable! How for heaven´s sake could you get out of there…. Don't you ever get tired? How can I defeat you, sis-in-law? "

"Not at all! As I already said, I am stronger than you ”, Marion claimed, pushed herself up and marched towards her opponent. Karl took the challenge and awaited her. Again the sweaty bodies of the two opponents collided. Loud applause from the enthusiastic audience accompanied the protagonists. At that moment, jealousy raced through Mary. Karl put every ounce of his energy into the fight. She hadn't seen her Karl so determined, so dogged, so committed in a long time.

Was it Marion's attractive female body that spurred his ambition? Karl seemed to enjoy the minutes when his skin rubbed against his opponent's skin. At that moment Maria realized how much she and Karl had divided physically. It was a long time since Karl had rushed on her body with such fervor as he was now was rushing on Marion.

End of the family saga to follow

[enozama]

Sisters - Final, Part Two

The dogged battle of the sexes pulled the audience under its spell. The men cheered on Karl, the women supported Marion, and the two paid back with a lot of effort. Their bodies braced against each other, the brave fighters gasped and moaned. They did their awful best, Maria realized, and they both enjoyed the match.

The epic fight rocked back and forth. One moment Karl wriggled in Marion's leg scissors, next moment he rolled her up to count her out, but somehow Marion kicked herself free and attacked again. Karl tried to pin her, only to pull out sweat in her head scissors seconds later. What would prevail at last? Karl's force and weight or Marion's skill?

After fifteen intense minutes, the scales seemed to be tilting toward Karl. Marion found it harder and harder to turn his massive body. Finally Karl buried his opponent in the Grapevine Pin below him. Visibly exhausted, but satisfied, almost triumphant, he looked down at Marion. "Pretty good fight, but I guess now you're done at last, Marion!"

"That´s what you dream about!", Marion uttered, spread her legs and pushed her pelvis up. The sweat around their bodies did ist part. Karl could no longer hold the grip on his legs.

Karl was still on top, but he laid limp on his opponent. A shiver ran through his prone body. “You're killing me, Marion. I can't move anymore… I´m done...”he uttered, exhausted.

“I know,” confirmed Marion, “now you are mine.” Like casually she turned her opponent onto his back and sat down on his chest, just like at the beginning of the battle. Tears of anger and disappointment welled up in Maria's eyes. Again her sister was enthroned like a queen on her husband. "Please don't defeat him by muscle riding, sister," whispered Maria so softly that only Marion and Karl could hear.

"I'll do you a favor, my dear," Marion replied silently and let her gaze wander invitingly through the audience. "One - two," she began to count out loud. And everyone, really everyone joined in. Except Maria.

Marion celebrated her triumph, bathed in the appreciation of the audience, which had completely taken her side. Every number that left Marion's mouth hurt Maria. But what worried her most was the admiration that she recognized in Karl's eyes. Humble as a slave, he looked up to his proud conqueror.

"Ten!" It was over.

Maria bowed her head. It would take her a long time to find a way to deal with this humiliation. Marion slowly pushed up from her opponent, held out her hand and pulled him up. An appreciative smile rose on her face. “Compliments, Karl, you held your own pretty well. You're not as good as me, of course not, but almost. We should repeat that. You are moving in with me for some time now. "

No question, no invitation, just a statement. And the worst thing for Maria was, Karl obediently nodded. Maria stood there as if moved by thunder. That can't be true, she kept thinking and pinching her arm. It hurt. So she wasn't dreaming. The nightmare was a reality. Marion had not only subdued Karl in wrestling, she had stolen him from her own sister.

Maria's life was shattered. Marion would break Karl's pride, finish him off like dead meat and send him back to her as a wreck. Karl would never be the same again. And worse, he would never look at Maria like he did now with Marion.

"And me?" Whispered Maria. "Do you have to take everything from me, Marion?"

"Why this mourning, sis? First you manipulate your poor husband into a wrestling match against me, and then you complain about the consequences if I kick his ass and show him what real women are capable of? That is pathetic! And of course I won't take everything from you, sister! ", Marion replied with a malicious grin. "If you like, you are welcome to get the waffle iron you wanted to own..."

[elliebi001]

Thank you very much for an excellent story. Where did you get the pictures you use? I really like most of them.

[enozama]

Thank you! I relied on a pic collection on my computer, so it´s a mixture, but most of the pics are from Fightingdolls; I worked them over with a picture app.