{ASS} Wrestling_Match {by: Mr_Ed} (bg, inc, 1st, cons) Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Wrestling Match by: Mr. Ed They had been wrestling for awhile now, and she was getting the better of him. It had become nicer to wrestle with her lately, for she had changed a lot, particularly with the development of her breasts. Every once in awhile, during the roughhousing, he would get a handful of one or the other of her breasts, and they always felt nice, even when it was only for the briefest of moments. "Don't sit on my belly, Carol," he begged. "I can't breathe when you are on my belly." Carol shifted up to sit on his chest, still keeping him pinned to the floor. In moving up, however, she had leaned forward, and her shirt had fallen forward from her body, and covered his face. The result was he had a good look at her breasts from below, and really liked the looks of them. She remained leaning, pinning his hands to the floor by holding down his wrists. Thanks to the view he got, he didn't mind being pinned at all. "Why did you stop fighting, David?" asked Carol. "Are you giving up?" "I am giving up, but don't get off me just yet," he requested. "Why not?" she asked. "Because I am busy doing something for a minute," he stated, trying to drag out the length of time he got to look at her titties. They were so perfect in shape, and he hoped to be able to get another brief handful of one of them, especially now that he had a good look at them. "Doing what, with your hands and you pinned to the floor?" she asked. David waited before answering, but finally had to tell her. "I'm looking at something real nice," he said. "What is so nice?" she asked. "Your breasts," he finally clarified. She must have checked herself then, and realized her shirt was hanging over his face, giving him a good view of them. She leaned back, releasing his wrists, but still sat on his chest. "What do you think you are doing looking at my breasts?" she asked. "What choice did I have?" asked David. "You had me pinned to the floor, and they were right there in front of my face. They do look great, you know." "Do you really like them?" she asked. "I think they are really neat!" he exclaimed. "I could look at them all day!" Carol looked him in the eyes, and without pinning his hands to the floor, leaned forward again, and once again, he was looking at them sticking out from her bare chest only a foot above his face. "You had better pin my hands to the floor too, Carol," he suggested. "What if I didn't?" she questioned. "It would be hard not to reach up and hold your titties. Man, they look so sexy and nice." Carol made no move to hold his wrists again, and he deliberately crept his hands towards the bottom of her shirt. Even when he reached underneath, she remained still, and waited until he finally took hold of the two of them in his hands. "They are so nice, and feel so great," he told her as he kneaded them in his hands. "Your nipples stand out so perfectly, and feel hard." Carol made no comment as he felt the two mounds, and took time out to play with the nipples. With his hands still under her shirt and feeling her breasts, she finally sat back on his chest. As he started to pull his hands out, she grabbed his wrists through her shirt and put them back up on her breasts. "I leaned back because I was tired, of bending. You don't have to stop," she told him. "This is still great, but I miss looking at them at the same time. You really are pretty, you know," said David. Carol sat a moment longer while he ran his fingers around her nipples, and then said, "Man it's hot in here!" Lifting up her shirt to fan herself, she raised it up enough so he now had an even better look at the two beautiful growths on her chest even as he kneaded them. That was when she slid back down over his belly, but this time she did not put all her weight on him. She slid back as far as his hips, stopping when she came to sit on his very hard penis. "Since you are enjoying yourself, I must be able to feel your thing against me for awhile." As he continued to handle her breasts, she pulled off her shirt, and then leaned forward with her weight supported on her two arms, one each side of him. This brought her breasts closer than they had ever been before. To complete the sensations, she began sliding her crotch back and forth over the hidden erection inside his pants. "Come up off me, quick, Carol," he ordered. She resisted, not wanting to give up the feeling that was going through her body. David tried to push her up and off him, and then suddenly quit trying, but did not bother with her breasts again. "Why do you want to get up?" asked Carol. "Aren't you enjoying this?" "I was enjoying it too much, and messed my briefs since you wouldn't let me up!" he declared. "Get off me!" There was anger in his voice, and she did get off him, coming to stand beside him. David simply got up, and turned to leave the room, and headed for the bathroom. Carol got her shirt back on, went to the door and knocked lightly. "I'm sorry, David," she called through the door. "Let me come help you clean up. I'm really sorry!" Suddenly she turned from the door, ran into his room, and returned with a fresh pair of briefs from his drawer. "I've got a clean pair for you to put on, David. Please let me help you!" Suddenly, she heard the lock on the inside of the door click. He had unlocked it, giving her leave to enter. She did, careful not to go too fast. Inside, she set the clean pair of briefs down, and immediately took up the soiled pair, turned on the water, and started rinsing them out. Adding soap to the briefs, she washed them by hand, wrung them out and then set them aside. Turning to David, she repeated, "I'm really sorry, David. I didn't understand it was so urgent. Please don't be so mad at me." "I'm not," he told her. "It was really nice touching and seeing you, plus what you were doing against my cock; I just couldn't hold it any longer. I guess I'm mainly embarrassed that it happened like that, and I couldn't control it." "Well, I think it is the sexiest thing that could have happened," she told him. "I really glad you let me help you clean up, and see your thing hard. It looks nice!" "Carol, you are my sister, but all the guys think you are the sexiest girl around, just like I do. Any one of them would give just about anything to have seen and done what we did today. I love you like a sister, but I love you much more than that." "Well you protect me at school, and do such nice things for me, I always feel good when you are nearby, even when we have a stupid fight. Sometimes, I fight just to be close to you for a little longer." "Now that is stupid," he said. "I always like when you are around, and you don't need to be fighting with me to be there. You don't have to be doing anything at all, and I'm still glad you are there." "That's about the nicest thing you have ever said to me, David," she said as she began to cry. "It makes me feel so happy to hear you say that!" David reached out, and accepted her into his arms, even though it meant his naked cock was pressed against her skirt. He really did feel close to his sister, and it was made even closer by the events of the day. He could have wrestled her to the ground any time he chose, but he'd allow her to dominate, just to please her. Since it often meant another handful of breast, he didn't mind at all that she thought she was beating him. Now she was in his arms, crying on his shoulder as he rubbed the back of her shirt. Beyond anything else, he always made sure she was safe, and he knew she was safe in his arms. It took awhile for the tears to subside, and finally David had the chance to pull on the clean briefs. The discharge had been contained by his now wet briefs, and so he was able to pull back on his same slacks from before. Turning to Carol, he took her hand, grabbed his wet briefs, and headed out of the bathroom. With a stop at his room, he put the briefs out to dry where they would not be seen, and then returned to the living room with Carol. He was pleased when she put her arm around his waist, and cuddled up to his side. The breast pressed against him didn't hurt his feels at all, either. "Would you be my teacher, David?" asked Carol. "What would you like me to teach you?" he asked curious as to what she might mean. "Teach me how to make love," she replied, looking straight into his face. "Don't you think it is too early for us to be having sex?" he countered. His penis had a different reaction, but he tried to ignore it completely. "Not only that, we are brother and sister, and we should never have sex together." "I don't feel like I'm too young and have been thinking about it for a long time now," she stated. "There is nobody in this entire world that I'd rather be with for the first time than you. Nobody cares about me like you, since Mom and Dad think of me differently. You are the only one I want to find out from, and to be with first." "But I've never done it with a girl," he admitted. "Who's going to teach me?" "We'll teach each other," she stated. "I know you want to do it, and so do I. Now is your chance and mine!" Bruce had not been kidding when he said she was considered one of the prettiest girls in school, and all the guys liked to ask him if he got to see any extra of his sister. The idea of having sex with such a pretty girl was great, but then again, she was his sister. He wrestled with the argument in his mind for several moments, looking at the girl beside him that had just offered to have sex with him. Then again, he really did want to have sex with some girl. What better one to practice on than his sister, since she was willing. "I don't know how far we will go, but I guess some of the starting stuff we could practice on each other. Kissing and petting for example, if you are willing." "I am willing to get fucked this very day by the greatest guy I have ever met. If you don't want to do it, then I guess we won't, but I sure hope we do." "Have you ever done anything sexy that I don't know about?" asked David. "I've seen when you showed off all or parts of you when you had the chance, and know about them." "So you did notice," she said with surprise. "It was you I was showing it to," she added. "I know, and a liked those times, even though I pretended not to notice. You have always been sexy to me." "Okay, when I was about six, I got a boy to come and play house with me. We were alone in his house, and I got him to pretend to go to bed just like adults. We took off our clothes, and looked at each other, and I even tried to get him to put his thing in me like adults do. He was so soft and it didn't go anywhere though." "The next thing, other than the sexy things I did for you, was when I was eight. There was this one boy in my class that kept trying to lift up my skirt and look at my panties. One time, we were alone in the library, and behind a book shelf, and he did it again. This time I let him hold up my skirt back, and he looked at my panties for a long time. Before he put my skirt down, he put his hand on my butt, and rubbed all over the bum of the panties. It felt nice. While he was looking, I told him that if he would stop lifting up my skirt in the halls, I would go someplace with him, and let him have a real good look. If he didn't agree, I was going to tell you, and ask you to beat the shit out of him." "Later that day, we came back to here, I took off my panties, and let him lift up my skirt so he could see and touch my bare bum. He even got a look at my front, and agreed to stop lifting my skirt in the halls. When you came home, my panties were still off, and he had just finished looking. Then you threw him out, and made him go home. At least he didn't bother me after that for nearly a year." "About a year ago, he came up to me in the school yard, and asked it there was anyway he could have another look like he did before. He was real nice about it, so I brought him home, and let him have another look until we heard you coming home. This time he went out the back door, and got out without you seeing him at all." "So all he got was a look at your bare bum?" he asked. "Not exactly," she said. "I let him give me an ass rub, turned over for him and he gave me a cunt rub for nearly five minutes. He got his finger inside me about half way before we heard you." "Tomorrow I'm going to punch his lights out," declared David. "No you're not, for it was as much me as it was him," she admitted. "You had yelled at me earlier that day, and I was mad at you. Otherwise, it might have been you seeing and touching me like that." "Okay, let's forget about that time," he suggested. "Do you remember the day you were wearing your bathing suit, but didn't put it on good? Half of your cunt was hanging out for everyone to see. Was that an accident or on purpose?" "That was for you to see," she told him. "I was careful that only my girl friend and you were able to see. As soon as somebody else came, I jumped in the water and fixed my suit properly." "Well, it sure was nice, and I enjoyed seeing half your cunt like that. It was so sexy, and I had to spend most of the time in the water to hide my hard cock." "That was another time I didn't think you even noticed. I'm so glad you did see, and that you had to hide your cock being hard. It was to see you with your thing hard that I did it, and I didn't see it at all. Now how about starting with what we are going to do today?" "One more question," he said. "What is with the new shorts you bought a couple of weeks ago. Your ass bottom keeps showing underneath them." "Those are called botty riders, and are made to do that," she told him. "I bought them for you to see my bum hanging out below them and my middle above them. I could never let anyone else see me wearing them." "Well my dear sister, you do look cute in them. I liked both the way your belly showed at the front, and there was just that narrow strip across your bum, with the bottom showing. It really was very sexy, and since it was for me, I thank you for the show." They didn't talk much past that, for they started sharing kisses. Somewhere along the way, at her request, they moved upstairs to her bedroom so she could feel more secure. By the end of the session though, they both knew how to kiss, lips, tongue, breath and all. While that was going on, he went to work on her breasts, using his hands at first. By the time he brought his mouth into use on them, she was naked to the waist, and he discovered that they fit inside his mouth completely. They were not that big, but they gave him a great deal of pleasure, and even more to her. During the time, she experience two climaxes, announcing each with her elevated moaning as it swept throughout her body. David was not sure, but the thought of her bum was special to him, and the temptation was there to strip her entirely. As she lay on her belly, he finally gave in to the urge, undid her skirt, and removed both her skirt and panties, leaving her sweet ass exposed to his delighted eyes. Bringing his hands into the action, he started kneading the two cheeks, and enjoyed the feel of playing with a girl's bare bum. When she relaxed the muscles, he took advantage and spread the crack open, and examined the asshole that looked too small for the job it had to perform. He had to wonder how big her stools were when she had a bowel movement. Finally he got his sister to turn over, and not only did he enjoy the sight of her breasts once again, this time he also got to see her sweet vulva, the centre of all his sexual thoughts for so many years. Now it was there for him to look at. When she pulled her feet up and spread them apart, all her secret parts were there for his delight. For the next fifteen minutes, David touched and explored the area examining the two lips of her vulva, the clitoris in between, and the vaginal opening at the end of her clit. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. Carol was the one that got him to take off his clothes. They lay in opposing directions on the bed, and were given access to the most private parts of each other. Both took full advantage of the opportunity starting with laying on their sides, to her over him and then reversing for him to be over her. When they had gone through the play, he had climaxed into her mouth, and she had swallowed every drop he produced. Her vagina was explored by his tongue and his finger, and even her asshole got a little finger penetration, although not very far inside. When he got over her in the standard missionary position, she opened her legs ready to accept him inside. David had a fight with his conscious, but the physical desires won the battle, and he began to penetrate his sister. Moving slowly, he entered her little by little, until he arrived at full penetration. Almost as slowly, he pulled back not quite out of her, and then returned to the inward trip once again. The second time he went in went easier than the first, and the third time it slipped in with ease. Then the pumping began, slowly at first and gradually picked up speed and firmness until he was pumping her hard and fast. She went through at least two additional climaxes, before his juices shot out into her vagina. Before today, they had always been close to each other, but even the trivial arguments ceased from this day forth. They would be with each other, and neither would say a word to the other on many occasions, and often their communications were by way of a glance, a wink, a smile or some small gesture between them, but they understood each other well. It took their parents quite awhile to notice the change, but they began to see things were peaceful now, and put it down to their getting older, and that they had dispensed with the childish bickering.