Billy’s unceremonious removal

“Now, I really want to fuck both of you…” Matt’s breathing was heavy. He gestured down at Billy. “But maybe we should drop old sleepychin home first. Then we can swing by my place and take all the time we need with each other…”

“Dibs on sitting in the back with him!” Anna giggled, throwing a hand up high in the air. Matt laughed.

“Sure thing,” Matt said. “Carly, grab his legs, it might be hard to lay him over those back seats…”

While the two athletes carried the man himself, Anna hoisted up Billy’s gym bag and locked up the gym behind them. Matt was carrying Billy under the arms while Carly lifted his heels, the pair holding Billy horizontally in the most unceremonious imitation of a stretcher you could imagine.

The big-bootied feminist couldn’t help but smirk as Billy kept on slowly bucking, even while he was being held in the air. She knew that SHE hadn’t gone on for so long, back when Billy had made a younger Carly buck her hips all those years ago.

Then again, she hadn’t gotten her chin hammered while she lay out cold on the mats. Regardless, she took some smug pride in how much worse of a show Billy was putting on, now that the roles were flipped. Watching that thick, long, twitching cock bulging the front of his shorts, rising and falling with his hips even as they stretched him out and carried him off to the car.

She used to have nightmares about this loser. This guy was her own personal demon for years. And now look at him… Look at what SHE did to him…

“Ghhhuuuuaagghhhuu…” Billy’s mindless, animalistic groaning never seemed to stop. Just like his hips.

She always knew she could beat a guy. And now she had been proven right.

Matt took the driver’s seat after they loaded Billy up. Carly hopped in shotgun.

The two of them had laid Billy across the backseat, roughly dragging his limp body up onto the seats. Still snoring, still bucking. It was hilarious.

Since Billy was laying over the whole row of back seats, Anna had perched herself on top of his chest before strapping her seatbelt in. Using him as a seat. The nerdy girl rested Billy’s gym bag over her lap as she sat atop him, all smiles.

Billy had tried to fight Anna’s new girlfriend. And she beat him unconscious. Anna couldn’t stop replaying the thought in her head, over and over.

Carly.

Beat Billy.

Unconscious.

Matt started the car, to drive Billy and Anna home. At least for now. As Matt and Carly talked in the front, Anna tuned them out, lost in her own little world.

Indulging herself, she started poking Billy’s chin, enjoying his reactions. The way each poke made a small moan mix into his snores, and slightly changed the rhythm of his bucking as his hips froze or jumped. She tried a few different angles, seeing what results she could get out of that chin. Poke, poke, poke…

But that wasn’t what her clever mind was so occupied with. Anna kept finding her eyes flicking over to the crazy thick bulge of Billy’s cock, standing out proudly in the front of his boxing shorts. He was packing a huge one. And eventually, with a gulp, Anna’s now-shaking hand pulled away from her older brother’s chin.

Heart pounding, Anna checked to make sure Carly and Matt weren’t looking… And then she gave Billy’s thick bulge a poke too.

“Guuaahhhh…” the defeated champion groaned.

Her heart fluttered, and her throat tightened. It was so big… So hard… Pulsing, just behind that thin fabric… Bucking, right up against her finger…

Her big bro was kinda fucking stacked…

Anna might have even been intimidated, if it weren’t for the circumstances. Her brother’s massive, intimidating cock had definitely lost some of its aura from his non-stop bucking in the backseats, lying across them and totally unconscious. It was hard for Anna to worry about what that dick might do to her, when its master was too tuckered out to even wield it in any intelligent way.

The slow, steady bucking never seemed to end. Billy’s hips had been stuck on loop since it began. Rising and falling, like a slow-moving coin ride. Once he got started, he just wouldn’t stop. Their post-fight punches had made sure of that. The champion’s brain was sending the same signals, over and over again.

Breed. Breed. Breed.

Destroyed and dominated. Mmmm. Yeah. Fat dick wasn’t so scary like this.

Anna smiled, feeling bold, and leaned to the side. She didn’t want to fiddle with undoing the string of his shorts, so instead of aiming for the waistband, she slipped her hand up the leg of his boxing shorts… Up the leg of his underwear beneath… And wrapped her whole hand around the cause of that bulge. Her big brother’s thick, fat cock.

“Oh-“ Anna gasped, squeezing it tight and clapping her other hand over her mouth to not draw any attention from the front seat. Her expression had changed from smug and dominant to shocked and stunned.

It was so warm. It felt even bigger than it had looked. She couldn’t fit it in one hand. And her snoring, defeated big brother was just bucking into her hand… Bricked up, fat-cocked, and bucking for Anna.

Anna was trembling. Her breath was shaky. But she pressed on…

Inside his shorts, Anna found the wet, sticky leakage that her and Matt had pounded out of him just before. The slimey, oozing pre-cum which endlessly leaked from his tip, pouring out even more when Anna gave his shaft a soft squeeze.

She rubbed her palm in small circles over his tip, collecting as much pre-cum as she could, and then began to spread it over the hot skin of his cock. Coating that dick in its own slimey, slippery ooze as it twitched and throbbed in her hand. It leaked even more with every throb, every pulse, and Billy’s breathing grew ragged. The unconscious champion’s hips rose and fell, as his little sister lathered him up. Made him leak. Made him ooze.

Anna didn’t even notice she was holding her breath. Hand slipped up the leg of Billy’s shorts and stroking him, feeling his dominant size. Any girl would be lucky to spend a night with this monster. His cock was heavy. So, so heavy…

Anna whined, bending forward slightly just to get some pressure on her lower belly. Crossing one leg over the other just to get a little thigh-squeeze around her excited pussy. Sitting on top of Billy like a throne, watching him BUCK, feeling that cock… It was so much. Maybe too much for her poor little heart to take. Her girlfriend had beaten her mighty big bro unconscious, and now she had him like this…

Anna’s hand sped up, gliding over that slippery cock. Making him pulse and leak even more. A dopey, blissed-out, wonky smile spread across her older brother’s lips, making him look even more stupid. Eyes glazed, staring up at nothing, smiling like a brainless moron while Anna’s hand wrapped as much around his burning-hot bare cock as she could fit. Snuck up through the leg of the boxing champion’s shorts, and making him buck.

Bucking for her. This was for her. Arms limp, hands resting limply by his hips, still trapped inside those useless boxing gloves. Bucking for Anna.

“That bitch still sleeping back there?” Carly suddenly called over her shoulder, making Anna jump and snap to attention.

“A-Ah… Yep!! I mean, he’s snoring pretty loud, can’t you hear him?” Anna fumbled over her words, anxious about getting caught with her hand up his leg.

Carly laughed.

“Fuck yeah I can,” she purred. “Fuck yeah I can hear him snoring.”

Satisfied, she carried on talking to Matt, recounting specific moments from the fight as he drove. Anna was pretty sure Carly hadn’t actually looked in the back seat, but her heart was still beating like a hummingbird from the scare. Her hand was stuck in a tight grip around Billy’s meat.

Anna tuned into the front seat’s conversation, blushing and frozen in place with her hand up Billy’s shorts. That hand was the only part of her moving, being shifted up and down as he bucked his hips in that slow, steady rhythm.

“Did you see when I…”

“Oh my GOD, and then when he…”

“It was so funny when…”

“I knew it was over the second he…”

“SOMEONE had to take him down, and it was me, me, me!”

Matt smiled and laughed along with Carly’s recount, offering little “yes”es and “I did”s at the appropriate times, his eyes on the road. Carly could get unusually cute and excitable when something good happened to her, and he was just enjoying her energy at the moment.

Anna relaxed again, hand holding Billy’s warm cock for comfort as he bucked up and down.

She was safe. Neither of them had caught her. A soft, needy whine left her as she breathed out.

She made sure Matt and Carly weren’t looking, and then slowly slid her hand away and out down the leg of his shorts again. Pining for more, but not wanting to push her luck. She could get more of that another time…

She wiped her shiny hand off on the material of Billy’s gym bag, resting in her lap, and sat in silence for the rest of the drive. Alternating between staring at her older brother’s KO face, and staring at that massive dick, bobbing around in his shorts. Heavy, warm, and slippery.

They were nearly home now. And Billy was still out fucking cold.