A Long Time Coming

Whack! Crack!

She hits you with a one-two jab-cross combination that leaves you stunned and forces you to stagger back into the center of the hall. You had told her that you'd fight her and she was taking you up on the offer.

"Come on you pussy." She says in a fierce but low voice. Even now she was trying to keep the others from waking. She moves in on you and in the dark you had to mostly guess how she was going to strike you next based on her movements. Covering your face you half block another head shot but she gets you in the gut.

"Guhhh!" You grunt as the air is knocked from you. Jesus Christ she could hit hard for a woman. If you had any hope you would have to hold nothing back.

You swing wildly with a blind haymaker and are stunned as it actually connects. CRACK! You fist comes down hard across her cheek. She stumbles to her left and you push the advantage. Once, twice, three times you hit her, each time with a muffled groan of pain from your sister. As the last one lands...you realize she isn't even trying to defend herself. She's not blocking or dodging. Hell, she almost seemed to lean into the strikes as they landed. She welcomed them!

The pair of you trade a series punches. Both of you giving as good as you take thanks to her non-existent defense.

"Yes, that's it. Come on Jesse." She encourages before waving you forward with more mocking insults. "You hit like a girl, you fuckin pussy."

"Fiona...wait..." You start to say only to...Whack!...get fed an uppercut right into the lips. You could taste blood and you swore you felt a tooth loosen.

You hit her two more times. A hard shot to ribs just below the tit followed up by glancing shot across her chin.

"Ungh!" She staggers and spits blood. "Come on! Is that you got? Fuckin hit me like you mean it, bitch." She spins and connects an elbow straight to your temple, damn near shutting off the lights.

You waver and fall back, covering up with both hands as you do. She doesn't follow immediately, instead she waits for you to recover. She circles to your left breathing heavily.

"Fiona...stop this..." You whisper then swallow a mouthful of blood.

"Done already? Giving up already?" She sneers.

"I'll never give up. You'll have to kill me before I give up on you!" Pulling your fist back you drive it straight forward. She could see it the whole way but again she doesn't even try to avoid it. CRACK! You bust her mouth open and you could feel one of her teeth slice your knuckle wide.

"Fuck!" She grunts and spits more blood. Even in the dark you could see she was a mess. Her left cheek and eye were swelling and blood poured from her nose and mouth. She pants and stares at you with burning intensity.

"Fiona, let's talk..."

WHOOF!

Seemingly out of nowhere you hit in the sternum with incredible ****. You see her lowering her right foot as you careen back through the open door of your bedroom and fall clumsily to the floor. You fight for air but a low croak is all you get for your efforts.

She follows you in and swings the door closed behind her. "Come on. Get up. Get up you son of a bitch!" It was the strangest thing though. Her voice wasn't filled with anger anymore, but fearful desperation. "Come on Jesse, get up. Get up!" She urges you to your feet as she looms over you.

If this was any other time and any other opponent you would have begged off then. You were at her feet and momentarily defenseless. But this wasn't any other opponent. This was you big sister and this fight had been a LONG time coming. Harnessing every ounce of humiliation she had dished out on you, gathering every bullying insult and slight she'd ever directed at you, and holding firmly to the unshakable sibling love you had for this woman you focus your mind and your strength for one final ****.

"You giving up?" Fiona asks, disappointment dripping from her words like the blood from her crimson lips. She readies her cocked right fist for what would surely be the finishing blow.

You are finally able to take in oxygen through shallow half breaths, you croak your defiant response. "Never!"

She swings down at you but you block it with your left arm. Meanwhile your right swings forward and you hit her with a dick punch that would felled any man you had ever met. You miss the balls but you hit her right in her thick sausage. Watching her fight your bullies for you those years ago had taught you a thing or two about winning a fight.

"GUNHH!" She doubles over clutching her junk at the exact moment that you stand up with a mighty uppercut that started at the floor and ended with you standing and at full extension.

CRACK!!!

Fiona is rocked. She stumbles back as her legs go out from under her. As if in slow motion she falls in a heap with her back against your door. You stand a moment in the barely lit room, your own consciousness still swimming, with your fists clenched at your sides. But all was quiet. Your sister's body lay slack against your door and miraculously the others didn't seem to have woken through the melee. You had won the fight but there was no joy of victory here.

You let out a ragged breath and fall to your knees. You wipe the blood from your face, though it is instantly replaced by more, and you crawl to your **** sister. You sit on the floor beside her. Taking her by the shoulders you pull her upper body onto your lap and cradle her head into your chest. Even ****, haggard, bloodied and bruised she was beautiful to you. You stroke her battered face and lean down to kiss her cut and bloody lips.

"I love you big sister." You whisper as a tear runs down your cheek.

Holding her close you pet her long soft golden hair and wait for Fiona to wake.