A return to Billy, and his memory lane

Billy had, of course, quickly discovered he had a talent for boxing. And it was something he really enjoyed. He had always made friends easily, and so pretty soon, the club was full of his friends.

As Billy grew older, him and Anna drifted apart. Nothing really happened between them. He just got busy. Studies, and college plans, and boxing, and friends filled his life. Their usual, years-long routine broke, and no new routine came to replace it. Billy focused on his boxing club, on his new friends. Anna didn’t have much she could focus on other than studying, and a couple of friends that she usually only saw at school. Her long-time friend Kristen was fun, but Kristen couldn’t come over all the time. And Anna missed her big brother. She missed how safe and protected she felt next to him. She missed how patient and gentle he was with her, how much warmth was in his eyes every time she lit up and yelled “I GOT IT!!”

Why wasn’t he spending time with her anymore? Why wasn’t he visiting her in the bedroom, just the two of them, away from mom, where Billy could tell her stories from school that mom wasn’t allowed to hear and Anna could screech with laughter? Why was the only time the two spent together always spent as a family of three, at the dinner table or on the couch or in the car?

“Hey, um, Billy, do you think you could help me with my homework…?” Anna had asked one night over dinner. For her, it took a whole lot of bravery, and she wouldn’t have been able to muster it at all if she wasn’t speaking to her beloved big brother. Billy looked up from his plate.

“Um, I’m not sure. I was going to stop by Matt’s house. Maybe this weekend?”

Anna shook her head. “It’s due on Friday,” her voice was quiet and meek.

“Oh,” Billy said, taking a forkful of food into his mouth. “I mean, you can probably do it on your own, right?”

Anna nodded quietly, staring down at her plate.

“I can help you, sweetie,” Heather piped up cheerfully. Anna shook her head.

“No, it’s okay mom, I’ve got it.”

Anna wanted nothing more than for Billy to come through her bedroom door, sit on the bed with her, and spend some time doing the thing she loved most. But he wasn’t coming anymore. She would sit and wait on her bed all night, and he would never come in. Was her big brother finally bored of her?

The young girl’s inferiority complex slowly grew worse. She had been abandoned. Her big brother wasn’t just playing videos games in his room with a friend, wasn’t just swamped with tests and work, he was AVOIDING her. Because she wasn’t cool enough.

Anna got sour. She made some annoying comments, as younger siblings sometimes do, which made Billy think even less about prioritizing spending time with her. She was just so ANNOYING, you know?

Anna didn’t have the confidence to go into HIS room, to do something with HIM. No way. She just stewed and steamed, wishing he would come and spent time with her. She really missed the safety and warmth of her big brother.

The annoying comments she made were few in number, and low in sharpness. But Billy always seemed to escalate with his own replies, growing ruder and ruder. Eventually, it seemed like Anna bothered him just by being around, even when she wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Oh my god, would you just shut UP?” Billy groaned, rubbing his eyes as Anna tried to explain her science project to him, while he was busy texting his friends. “I don’t CARE.”

Anna had never felt so small as she did in that moment.

Anna focused on her studies. She enjoyed learning, she always did, but she also felt like it was her connection to Billy, even if she was doing it on her own now. Learning. Studying. Running little experiments. Just like they used to do together. And with nothing else to fill her time, Anna studied a LOT. Her awareness of it being a connection to her older brother faded away over time. The knowledge and intelligence stayed. As did the rigorous studying habits.

Those first few years, Anna still felt a small spark of joy every time she watched Billy box. “Get ‘em, bro,” she would whisper to herself, imagining her big brother was defending her from a bully, or an unworthy suitor.

Over time, she stopped watching, and she stopped enjoying hearing about it. The shift in attitude probably came somewhere around the time Billy made his first rude joke about how unathletic Anna was, that had crushed her heart to hear.

“You probably couldn’t even do a lap around a boxing ring without running out of breath!” he had laughed. He reached out and gently squeezed Anna’s small, undeveloped bicep between his fingers. “I’m surprised you can carry all those textbooks you’re always buried in, with how weak those noodle arms are.”

Anna tried to act like it didn’t hurt her. It did. Anna kept on studying.

Billy had always been good at sports, always been fit, but boxing was different. He was so good at boxing. The best. Anna heard about it all the time, from her mother and her aunt. Eventually, most of Billy and Anna’s connection came a similar way, through a third party. Hearing about each other, rather than talking to each other.

Billy had a great relationship with their mom. Anna had a great relationship with their mom. Their mom would tell each of them about how very well the other was doing, trying to hide the hurt confusion just behind her gorgeous face at when exactly her two little ducklings had stopped being so close with one another.

But Billy was just so busy with his grand accomplishments, and all of his stupid friends. And Anna was just so annoying. And the more the two siblings thought about each other like that, the more true it became. The wider the gap grew. The more bitter their relationship became.

Oh, great. Billy won another stupid fight on the weekend. Sure, let’s all talk about that instead of my perfect grade that took a whole year of exams and projects to achieve.

Anna never had the confidence to say such things out loud, of course. But the bitter thoughts bounced around nonetheless. Billy always stole all of the attention. Why was his stupid sport treated as so much more important that her?

Anna didn’t care that he was supposedly so good at boxing. She was hurt, and lonely, and whenever her feelings made her lash out with an annoying comment, Billy fired back with something rude of his own. Something much worse than what Anna had said. His little sister had become an annoying pest. A short, lonely nerd, who was always bugging him. Couldn’t she see he was busy?

Anna made a muttered remark about Billy being an idiot. With a cocky smile Billy feinted a sudden punch at Anna, stopping it just before it made contact with her face, and laughed as the short nerd flinched and squeaked with fear. “What, Anna? Couldn’t outsmart a fist?”

“Y-You’re so dumb,” Anna grumbled, face flushing red and staring down at the floor, embarrassed by the noise she had made.

“And YOU’RE so weak,” Billy said. “Look, just stop bothering me, alright?”

“I’m NOT bothering you,” Anna scowled. “I’m just trying to watch the TV.”

Billy looked at the nature documentary on the screen and scoffed. “Well, I’ll leave you and your closest friend alone, then.”

It had been like that for years. Almost as long as Billy had been boxing, the siblings had stopped spending time with each other, and their relationship had grown worse and worse the whole time. As close as they had once been, when they were kids, it was nothing but a distant, fading memory now. All that remained was the rude comments and shots fired from across the trench. The eye-rolling dismissal, and the hurt. The constant escalation and avoidance.

“Mom, why do you always talk SO much about how great Billy is, whenever I’m trying to talk about my grades?” Anna asked Heather as the two of them cleaned dishes together. Aunt Judy and the cousins had just come by for dinner, and Billy had already gone off to his room, leaving the cleanup to the two ladies.

Her gorgeous, goddess of a mother tilted her head in genuine confusion. “I don’t think I do that. You know I’m VERY proud of you, Anna,” she had said.

Anna knew what Billy would have said if he was there. The same thing he had told her for years at this point. “It’s because I’m better than you,” he would say.

He was more popular. More celebrated. Athletic, handsome. Loud. He always said he was better than her. Not only better at sports, just… Just better. It made Anna want to study even more. Until her accomplishments completely dwarfed his.

Anna wanted Billy to get put in his stupid place. Years ago, he had abandoned her for boxing, and college, and friends, but that abandonment was barely remembered anymore. After all this time, all Anna remembered was the feelings of hurt, from what she had lost. She didn’t really think about what she had lost itself. All she thought about was how frustrated she got, every time she had to hear about Billy’s big achievements, or whenever the two siblings bickered. Bickering and taking shots at each other was the only way they really talked to each other, these days.

Nerd. Geek. She’s so annoying. Why won’t she leave me alone, can’t she see I’m busy?

Dumbass. Brute. He’a such a bully. Why does everyone act like his achievements are so much bigger than mine?

Yes, the good relationship the two siblings had once shared, back when Billy first fought Carly, had long since faded from their memories.

But something else from that day had never faded.

That question from before stuck in Billy’s head over the years. The question he had thought of as he watched Carly twitch and writhe, grinding and snoring in a deep snooze.

What was losing that badly LIKE?

As he watched other matches end by knockout - as he himself knocked other boxers out - he wondered more and more. Was it scary? When it happened to him, would he be okay?

Carly was so embarrassed by her knockout that she had fully quit the sport. Would that happen to him?

He heard stories of boxers going on massive losing streaks after getting knocked out for the first time. Would that happen to him?

He had seen some boxers wake up in seconds, with barely any motion, while others stayed unconscious for minutes, twitching and snoring and embarrassing themselves. Would that happen to him?

All of these fears, all of these worries, had built up inside of Billy for years. Until eventually they weren’t entirely fears anymore. A part of him… WANTED to give up his power. Wanted to be embarrassed. So when he had the idea of giving his hot mom a pair of loaded gloves, showing her the basics, and then letting her put him into a deep sleep, it was perfect.

Getting knocked out in a safe environment. Getting to know how it feels. Getting to see his mom react to it. I mean, what would she SAY? Fuck, even just the idea made him so hard. He had been the number one boxer in his boxing club for years now. His mom had been singing his praises for years. What if she finally saw him lose? What if she knocked him the fuck out herself?

It took a while to build up the courage. For Billy to ensure it wasn’t JUST his throbbing dick talking, and that this really was a healthy, practical exercise. He had to make sure he wouldn’t be taken by surprise in case it ever happened during a fight, right? In all honesty, it was probably just his throbbing dick.

He waited for Anna to leave on her trip to France - he did NOT need to deal with her chirping at him about getting slumped by their mom - and then made it happen. He put those loaded gloves together with such care, his hands shaking with anticipation… And then he offered to give Heather a little boxing lesson. Some mother-son bonding.

Something that would end with him motionless, and silent, at her feet. Leaving his mom to react to his insensate body with complete and total privacy. The son she had spent so long praising, taken out by a single punch to the chin.

He would be faking the gap in his defense, and faking the natural power of his mother’s arms, but he wouldn’t be faking the knockout. He was truly going to be finished that night. Limp. Wrecked. Defeated. The idea excited him more than anything had before.

He was going to lose.

Maybe if Carly’s knockout hadn’t been so devastating - such an embarrassing, shivering, snoring mess - the seed never would have been planted in Billy’s head. And years later, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have made it happen.

But who knows.

Billy was different from Carly in a lot of ways. He was stunningly handsome, while she had more plain, average looks. His body looked carved out of marble, while hers had a chunk of thickness to it. He trained boxing almost every day for years, even if it was just drills he ran at home, while she had barely done two days of kickboxing a week for the last year and a half. He had more natural talent than one could even imagine, while she… Didn’t.

But they had things in common too. They both had the drive. They were both hard workers. And they both had genes that unfortunately meant getting knocked out was an embarrassing, sloppy, drawn-out affair. Loud. Ugly. Devastating.

Maybe it was part of having a lot of passion. When someone who doesn’t care is knocked out, they just lie there and sleep. But when someone like Billy or Carly gets put down, they whine, their muscles twitch and shudder and resist, they snore in a shameful facsimile of an open-mouthed battle cry. They “keep on fighting”. It just doesn’t amount to anything anymore. And it’s rather unsightly, to be honest.

Billy cringed as Karen punched his lights clean out on the big screen, wincing and shrinking back on the sofa. Beside him, Karen purred, stretching an arm around his shoulder and pulling him into her side.

“You were so confident…” she mused, not even bothering to look at him. “So sure you were ready to be a leader.”

On the TV, he could hear the moms gasping and gossiping as his body twitched and drooled onto the canvas. His cock chubbed up as, on the screen, Karen turned to address the moms and announce the end of the seminar.

No, he certainly didn’t take a knockout with grace. Some people knocked out well. For some people, their slumbering presentation could even be flattering. They looked noble, regal even. But no. Billy was cursed with deep, awful, humiliating knockouts. For Billy, getting slept was always a loud, rough, violent affair. His body just didn’t know when to shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing itself. The fight’s over, bro. You lost. You already fucking lost.

It was ugly. It was humiliating. And Karen was purring with pleasure beside him, as she watched it play out again on the big screen.

Billy was feared. Billy was unstoppable. Billy was incredible. Billy was shuddering and moaning in pathetic heaves on the screen in front of him.

All his glory, all his hard work and talent, and he’d been reduced to this. Losing a fight to an untrained rich bitch. Losing BADLY. Getting pinned down on his bedroom floor and smothered to sleep in his annoying little sister’s soft ass, while she LAUGHED. Not such a bully while you’re struggling to breathe in there, are you? Who has weak arms now, loser? You always said you were better than me, but who’s better NOW?

For some reason, he thought about Carly’s ass then. That loud, outspoken feminist’s big, bulky ass. Heavy and rock solid. Packed with muscle. Fucking HUGE. Overflowing a pair of tight booty shorts.

Squat. Squat. Low. Deep. Powerful. Squat after squat, in her room, training. Training for what?

Oh, god. Training for what?

Karen snapped her fingers in front of Billy’s glazed, distant eyes. “Still with me?” she remarked, smugly. “You’re looking a little worse for wear.”

Billy shook his head slowly.

“N-No, I’m good…”

Karen laughed. “Billy. You are anything BUT good.”

It was the polar opposite of everything he had been told his entire life. The exact kind of comment he had fantasized about his mother possibly making, before he let her knock him out.

On the screen, the final frame of the video was frozen. Billy’s unconscious body was perfectly in frame, at Karen’s feet, dead to the world in the middle of his own gym. Where he had built his legacy over so many years. KO’d by an untrained milf.

Billy shuddered. In his pants, his cock was rock hard and fucking thick.

He hated this rich bitch. He hated her so much. She might be the hottest woman in the world. He never wanted to leave her side.

Billy’s coach had banned him from sparring at the gym. Even against an opponent like Carly. But something in those texts Carly had sent him told Billy she wasn’t done. When she suggested a rematch, it hadn’t been a mere suggestion. She was set on making it happen.

The question was, where? And WHEN? And…

And, fuck all of that. Fuck Carly. This was Billy’s Karen time.

He hated this bitch. She was smug and sneering and annoying. He wanted to do everything she said. She was an arrogant, entitled cunt. He wanted to make sure he enjoyed every moment he got with her. She was so fucking horrible.

“Wh-What do you want me to do next…?” Billy asked, staring up into her cruel, sneering face with adoration.

At the same time, a few miles away, a group of three were working together to make Carly’s dreams come true.