A useless glass champion

“Wooooww, look at you…” Anna chortled, positioning herself above her fallen older brother, with her hands on her hips.

He looked so finished. All those lean, strong muscles, with no commands from his brain to use them. Anna cocked her hips arrogantly, letting one hand dangle by her side, as a grin took to her face. The nerdy girl’s skirt flowed with the motion.

Billy was a boxer. An athlete. But he had been taken apart by a dainty nerd.

Shaking her head at her pitiful big bro, Anna sighed with mock disappointment, and then began lowering herself onto his face. She chewed her lip, moving down slowly, heart racing with anticipation as she eventually made contact. A light gasp escaped her as her panties pussy touched down.

Her skirt hem floated gently around his head and to the floor, covering him up like a camping tent. Anna pulled back the fabric at her front and tucked it under her thighs, so she could at least see Billy’s sleeping eyes while she was sitting on his face.

She couldn’t suppress a giggle at the sight, and the sensations. Like this, Billy’s nose was stuffed into her panties, pressing against her ever-more-excited pussy. In his knocked out daze, she could feel his deep, steady breathing in and out. Smelling her. It only excited her more.

Moving slowly, Anna began rolling her hips back and forth, grinding her wet sex on his face.

“Knocked out by our mom. Holy shit,” she said to herself, leaning back to balance herself by putting her fingertips to the floor beside her ankles. “You’re so flimsy, bro.”

In this new position, leaning back as she sat kneeling on his stupid face, Anna was able to grind against him with more speed. Her girlcum started to seep through her panties as she ran her pussy uppp and dowwnnnn her big brother’s nose, pleasuring herself atop his sprawled, broken-down body.

Anna giggled, as she took in the view of his limp limbs spread wide on the floor.

“Your chin is so soft!” she laughed.

This was her big bad brother, the athlete who had always been able to push her around. The boxing champion whose accolades always overshadowed hers. And now he was **** beneath a nerd. Getting a pussy rubbed on his face.

“You’re so fucked up, Billy,” Anna mocked him, breathily, a blush coming to the excited nerd’s cheeks. “I can’t believe you really just lost to MOM. Holy shit… You got knocked out by MOM!”

Anna laughed, speeding up. Wet noises filled the living room as her squelchy, usually-repressed pussy got the frantic pleasuring that the closet-pervert had been craving.

“Y-You’re going to have some serious explaining to do when you wake up,” Anna said.

Her breaths were coming quicker. She could feel something building up inside her. Her thighs started twitching as she sped up even more.

“Sh-She fucking rocked you… She put you to sleep with one punch! You’re such a shitty boxer! OH MY GOD!”

Anna’s thighs clamped shut around his head as she came on his face. She pushed out of her leaning-back pose to coil up tightly, hunching forward and moaning as the goodfeels and spasms wracked her body.

“O-O-Ohh-hhh… O-Oh! Oooohhhhh…”

Anna moaned and twitched, hugging her knees tightly as the intense orgasm worked its way through her. Billy didn’t stir.

Anna stayed like that for a few more moments, sitting on his face in a tight ball, as the aftershocks of cumming passed through her. That was amazing.

When it was over, she slowly uncurled, with a pleasant sigh. Shooting a glance between her knees, she saw Billy’s knocked-out face still beneath her pussy, and giggled. Anna picked up the front of her skirt and dropped it over his head again, covering him up.

“…So long, “champ”.” Anna smirked down at the athlete hidden beneath her froppy skirt.

When she felt like strength had return to her legs, Anna got up with another happy sigh, and a slight stumble. She walked to the kitchen, still on cloud nine, and filled a glass of water - then returned to her big brother and poured it on his head to wake him up.

Billy awoke suddenly, sitting up and spluttering as the water was dumped all over him. Anna stared down at him, disoriented and shocked, with his wet hair sticking to his face.

“MOOOM! HE’S AWAKE!” Anna called out the update to Heather, with all the enthusiasm that was brimming inside of her. Oh, how she loved the fact that she had to even tell her… Her big bro really wasn’t the man he used to be.

“What… What happened…?” Billy managed to **** out, wiping his hair away from his eyes as he sat on the floor.

“Mom knocked you out.” Anna said, struggling not to burst out laughing. “In one punch.”

She snapped her fingers over one shoulder, drawing Billy’s eyes up.

“Just like that. And you were out cold. Were you /ever/ good at boxing, Billy?”

“Y-Yuh-Yesssss…” was all Billy was able to moan in reply as his nerdy sister’s words washed over him.

Anna scoffed.

“Well, you’re not anymore. Because /mom/ just knocked you out, in case you forgot.”

Anna cocked her hips again, skirt flowing, as she revelled in delivering the news of Billy’s downfall to him.

“You’re a fucking loser, bro.”

After taking in the words for a moment, Billy staggered up to his feet sloppily, shaking his head in disbelief. He took a lumbering step towards the stairs on the other side of Anna, trying to get up to his bedroom so he could recover a bit more.

“Out… Out of my way, bookworm…” he mumbled.

Anna stared up at her older brother, and blinked. Then she looked down, tracing her eyes along his strong, powerful, muscular frame. His athletic, explosive body. Knock-kneed and teetering to stand up. Could he really still push her around like this?

Making her choice, she reached forward to his chest, and pushed him aside, walking past him as he stumbled sideways and struggled to keep upright.

“Gaaahhh… H-Hey…” Billy complained.

“Shut up, Billy.” Anna said with a smug glance over her shoulder. “You can try ranting at me later tonight. Just before you go to sleep.”

Anna hid a laugh, thinking of all those secret nighttime KOs she had snuck into his room to deliver. Billy didn’t seem to get the joke, and he wasn’t happy with the way she had shoved past him, or the way she was talking down to him.

“I… I…” Billy stammered, trying to find the words. “F-Fuck you, n-nerdy bitch…” he said at last, with a moan.

Anna breathed, taking his words in and processing them. Then, she made another choice.

“Fuck it.”

“What are you… O-Ooohhh…”

With that, she turned back to him, reached out, and caressed Billy’s cheek softly. He moaned, eyes fluttering closed.

Billy instinctively leaned forward, pushing his face to rub gently against her caressing hand. Like a dog. Like a baby wanting its mother. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to control his reaction, or to think about it. It was just instinctual.

Then, smirking, Anna removed her palm. While Billy opened his mouth to ask why she’d taken it away, and if he could please have it back, Anna was twisting her hips and winding that same hand back…

SLAP!

And letting it fly, directly across Billy’s cheek! Her hand slapped into Billy’s face with a loud SMACK. In an instant, he’d been powered off again, immediately dropping down to his knees, and then flopping over onto his face before her. Useless.

Anna peered down, regarding the champion boxer laying facedown at her feet. Done in by a good slap. The nerdy girl considered the sight for a moment, then spoke.

“Yep. That’s pretty much what I expected from you.”

Anna cocked her hips and stared down at her sleeping, asshole older brother. Her posture oozed confidence, power, and a type of energy which can only be explained as “was that all?”.

Billy’s athletic, powerful muscles lay still. His cheek was smooshed against the floorboards, and his behind was sticking up into the air. The champion boxer hadn’t even made a sound, or flinched, or reacted to the feminine strike. One moment he was awake, in a daze, getting his face gently caressed - the next he was sound asleep. One dainty blow, and he totally crumbled. It would have been a shock, just how casually he’d been knocked out, if his little sis wasn’t used to it by now.

“Call me a fucking nerdy bitch, will you?” Anna scoffed and shook her head. Then, she cupped a hand to her mouth, and called out loudly. “MOOOOM! BILLY GOT KNOCKED OUT AGAIN!”

“O-Oh dear! What happened!?” Heather’s voice came back from her bedroom, where the milfy woman was currently stuffing her cunt with squelching fingers.

“I don’t know! He’s just sleeping on the floor again!” Anna said, stepping over Billy nonchalantly and beginning to go up the stairs to her own bedroom. “Maybe he should sleep down here with you tonight!”

“Oh dear… Thank you, honey! You must have hit him with quite the uppercut three months ago if he’s getting knocked out randomly now!” Heather replied. “I’ll take care of the poor darling.”

Even as she spoke, Heather had her digits in her pussy, digging into her steamy, creamy cunt. Mewling and purring. Almost fingering herself stupid, as she recalled the night’s events.

One punch… One punch! She put her eldest son to fucking SLEEP! She knocked him out! While her daughter was watching, to boot! Oh, the poor boy would never hear the end of it, Heather was sure…

Heather mewled, and began thrusting back into her hand, to reach even deeper pleasure points. Meanwhile, a pleased post-orgasm Anna marched up the stairs, leaving her brother behind with an air of amused superiority.

Both women privately took credit for Billy’s downfall. His mature mother, who had herself knocked him out four times and arranged for his losing match with Anna, and his nerdy little sister, who had spent three months scientifically cracking his chin. Measuring his progress in survived punches to the jaw. Watching as that number got lower, and lower, and lower, with each nightly knockout of the big scary champion.

Well, the experiment was complete. Now it only took one lick to get to the centre of Billy’s chin. His little sister had worn him down to nothing. Nothing at all. His strong body, his skills, his years of training, they meant nothing anymore. He’d been knocked out too many times.

And so Anna fucked his face, not knowing about her mother’s victories, only about her own little experiment. And Heather fucked her hand, knowing exactly the opposite.

Whoever was responsible, the result was the same. Billy, sleeping on the floor after a humiliating knockout. Slapped to sleep by a cocky nerd. For all his bravado, all his accolades and confidence…

He wasn’t so tough after all.