{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.