Billy is to tell Anna the truth

Anna poked and prodded Billy’s face, drinking it all in. She was in control. Her older brother’s fate was hers to decide.

Pinned to the carpeted floor beneath her relatively light weight, Billy was still out cold. Anna’s brother was the picture of masculinity, and he just couldn’t stop losing to her. It was just so empowering. Putting a man in his place. Breaking out of her nerdy, shy shell, and batting Billy’s chin around with her bare hands as she had just done.

Anna thought back to his final conscious moments. How he had been panicking and flailing, trying to defend himself. Those elite boxer skills desperately protecting his head from her small, bare fists.

But all it took was Anna trapping Billy’s hands in her legs, and that handsome face was exposed. Ready to smack, and smack, and smack. While Billy begged, Anna had just focused on hitting that great chin of his, never losing sight of her goal… Until he’d gone out. All the way out. It hadn’t even taken that long.

He had gone to sleep so easily…

Anna closed her eyes, breathing in deeply, almost shuddering. She thought of how white his face had gone, once he realized it was over. Once he realized Anna was going to break his mind. She thought of how he had begged her not to knock him out.

“I can’t handle it”. That’s what he had said, in his pleading and whining. “I can’t handle it”.

Her brother was supposed to be undefeated. But Anna had just defeated him. She had snuck into his own bedroom, and defeated him. More than once at that. And she didn’t even work out. She didn’t even train.

Anna opened her eyes and stared down at Billy. She made a fist, slowly pushing it against his chin and twisting her small hand, grinding her middle knuckle against the jaw of her **** older brother. Pressing into his chin - a chin that, until recently, had been unstoppable. Now, it had fallen apart for her on more than one occasion.

Billy. Handsome, popular Billy. At her mercy. Sound asleep. Outwrestled and taken out. That handsome face of his was stuck in a peaceful expression of rest, one that Anna herself had **** across it. Those hooks had laid him out good.

Anna had never been as popular as Billy was. She had never been as outgoing. Even sneaking into Billy’s room to confront him, as she had done tonight, was a thought that would have given her a panic attack a few weeks ago.

But now, the popular, strong athlete didn’t look so intimidating to her anymore. Not at all.

Anna pushed her small, hard knuckle deep into his chin, twisting it around. As if turning a lock over and over, grinding her fist deep into that slumbering chin.

Fuck yes. FUCK yes. THIS was power.

Finally, Billy began to stir beneath her with a weak groan. Smirking, Anna took her hand away and watched Billy come to, closely studying his reactions.

It was every bit as delicious as she hoped it would be.

Billy was disoriented and lost. His annoying nerd of a little sister had fucking destroyed him. The wrestling, the ass smother, the bareknuckle KO… He was so much bigger than her, so much stronger, so much more trained, and yet she had beaten him at every turn.

It had been a very long day for the poor man. Pounded to a near-KO by Carly. Put the fuck to sleep by Coach Lucy. Slapped around by Karen. Mocked over texts by Carly. Outwrestled by Anna, just as he had finally been trying to get some rest. Ass-smothered to sleep in his nerdy sister’s thick ass, and then beaten **** again shortly after waking up. Getting pounded out by his little sister, getting mocked and toyed with, was too much for him after everything else that had happened.

Billy was a man of immense inner strength and willpower, intense resilience and determination, but even he had his limits. And today, those limits had long since been passed. He had nothing left in him. He was weak, tired, worn out, and humiliated. He just wanted to get out of this. Anna had broken him, and it would take a long night of peace for him to even begin to recover.

For all the good the shocking upset had done for Anna’s ego, it had ruined Billy’s. At the present moment, pinned to the floor of his own bedroom beneath a grinning, confident nerd, all that remained of the confident young man was a shaking, scared, confused little shell of his true ability.

“Guahhh… P-Please… Please…” Billy’s voice was unusually soft and wavering, as he finally spoke his first words since waking up from Anna’s three-hook combo.

Anna grinned, cocking her head. The thrills of seeing Billy like this might never wear off. It was such a potent contrast to the image of her strong older brother she had always grown up with - the strong older brother who was such a highly praised, accomplished young fighter. The difference between the older brother she had in her head, and the older brother she had groggy and pinned to the floor of his own bedroom, was delightful.

“You’re so easy to outsmart…” Anna sighed, smug and full of satisfaction. A small shudder of pleasure ran through her body. “I bet you didn’t even notice all the ways I was draining your strength while we wrestled. Wearing you down. Just draining your energy, until it was easy. You think you’re strong, but you’re nothing but a dumb brute with a cheap battery. And that battery keeps on blinking out…~”

“Nooo…” Billy moaned dimly. His hands were still trapped between Anna’s thighs and calves, leaving him totally ****. He was far too weak to pull them free at the moment.

“Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?” Anna prodded, drawing a weak moan out of Billy. “I want to know who beat you up that day. You remember that day, don’t you? When you were so weak and woozy, I pinned you to the wall with one hand? If mom hadn’t stopped me, I could’ve choked you out then and there. It would have been easy. You’re always easier to dominate after a bad loss…~”

“You… You can’t do this to me…” Billy moaned in one final pathetic show of resistance. “Let me go…”

Anna just laughed, throwing her head back.

“Not going to happen, Billy~“ she sang. “Tell me what happened, or I’ll keep knocking you out until you do. Who kicked your ass that day? What other woman have you lost to? Me, mom, and who!?“

Billy couldn’t take it anymore. The physical and mental beatdown he had endured was just too much. His mind swam around a cloudy sea of humiliation and submission. Gasping for breath, his strong chest heaving beneath Anna’s mounted body, Billy resigned himself to telling her the truth. Or at least, part of it.

He would tell Anna about just one of the other women who had rocked his shit, and pray that it was enough to satisfy her. Anna had no reason to suspect that there was more than one other woman, so hopefully, she wouldn’t push him after his answer.

Billy didn’t trust himself to lie convincingly right now, and couldn’t come up with any good ones anyway. So all that remained was which woman he would tell Anna about.

Karen, Carly, or Lucy? The rich bitch mom who had punked him in front of a whole group of other moms, the young and spunky feminist kickboxer who had nearly taken him to a full KO in front of his whole club, or his beloved long-term coach who Anna had already met several times?

At least Coach Lucy’s knockout had been without a crowd… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to tell Anna about that one. And besides, Lucy was a skilled boxer. And one who didn’t seek to rub it in. Getting knocked out by her wasn’t as humiliating as some of his other losses. But then, maybe he would rather nobody else know about that, given that there were no other witnesses. And maybe Anna wouldn’t buy it as the whole story, if she thought it wasn’t humiliating enough to justify his recent embarrassment.

On the other hand, Carly hadn’t knocked him all the way out. Getting “outskilled” by a girl in his own club, especially one so outspoken about female empowerment, might make Anna extra annoying… Especially with what Anna was just saying about him being a perverted animal who wanted to beat up women. And if she saw those mocking texts that Carly had sent him, he was sure Anna would want in on the fun even more. But at least this true story didn’t end with him out cold. Maybe that made it easier to tell.

Karen was the nuclear option. Guaranteed to satisfy Anna, probably without any doubts at all assuming he told the story well enough, but equally guaranteed to ruin his reputation in her eyes forever. Getting fully knocked the fuck out, by a clueless untrained MILF bitch, at a seminar he was supposed to be teaching, was far worse than losing to an actual fighter like Lucy or Carly. But maybe he didn’t have much of a reputation left to protect, in Anna’s eyes. All he saw in them now was pride and glee, staring down at him, waiting for her answer. It might be best to go with the safest, if most humiliating, option… And just hope Anna didn’t look into it too much further.

Besides that, it was the absolute truth - the night Anna was asking about was the night Karen had put him to sleep in the opening of his boxing seminar. Whereas telling her about Carly or Lucy might lead to inconsistencies in the timeline, if Anna decided to look more into those events.

Telling her about Karen was the safest choice, but undoubtedly the most humiliating of the three. But after what Anna had done to him, a small part of Billy almost felt like she had earned it. Like his nerd of a little sister deserved to hear about what Karen had done to him… Maybe it was just hard to think with his brain all rattled, but that was how he felt. Anna deserved to hear about his deep humiliation, at least a little bit.

Hopefully he wouldn’t need to go as far as to mention the existence of Karen’s video. Anna would no doubt want to get her hands on it if she knew about it - an awful video, showing his complete destruction to Karen, and the shocked, gasping reactions of all the moms he was supposed to teach that day. Karen was a cruel cocky bitch, and he knew the video showed that off in full ****. Mocking him, outboxing him, and ending him harder than Anna had seen before. And if Anna went searching for that video, she might end up finding out more about Karen and Billy’s current “relationship”…

Oh, god. What would Anna do if she found out Billy had become a bitchy milf’s subdued ****?

Karen, Carly, or Lucy… Billy winced, not happy about what he was about to do, and then made his choice. He opened his mouth, and spoke those fateful words to his younger sister…