Anna won’t leave Billy alone

Despite their mother’s requests for peace, over the next few days Anna would hang around Billy wherever he went in the house, radiating a smug aura. The kind you only earn after knocking somebody out.

Billy grit his teeth and tried to ignore her. She had no idea about the in-built advantage her gloves had, and he wasn’t about to go down the rabbit hole of telling her - especially not since it would mean mentioning that their mother, too, had knocked him out with them. Still, his nerdy, know-it-all little sister acting so smug and pestering him about her big win nearly drove him to confess, just to shut her up.

It was bad enough when she was just silently following him, or humming a happy tune as she stood right behind him, an arrogant glint in her eye and quiet smile on her face. It was obvious she was trying to provoke him, at the same time as she was simply enjoying herself. What was worse was when, not getting the reaction she wanted, she stepped up her game. Poking and prodding him with her fingertips, randomly giggling, and eventually outright taunting him for his shocking defeat to her fists.

“What was it like, being stunned by my punch? Did your brain get all fuzzy?”

“After I knocked you out, were you so deep asleep that you were having dreams? Or was your mind too loose to even think?”

“It’s a good thing you’ve got me here to protect and keep an eye on you, bro. If any schoolgirls broke into the house, you might get put out again!”

“Shut up, Anna.” Billy responded at last, in a menacing tone. His younger sister smiled coolly, not at all intimidated.

“Careful, Billy.” Anna warned. “It only took me a few minutes last time. I’ve still got enough time before school to knock you out.”

Billy grumbled, but didn’t respond. It was just what she wanted. After his boxing suspension was lifted, then they would see who the real fighter was. He just had to make it one week.

It was after school one day when things reached a crescendo. Billy was lounging back on the living room couch - the same couch his mother had sat on when he’d been uppercutted into the next day by Anna, and in fact just a few feet from the very spot he’d landed - trying to watch some TV.

His younger sister came through the front door, a bit late to get home thanks to an after-school study session, and saw him there. A smile appeared on her lips as she dropped her school bag to the floor and prowled over to him, slinking like a cat, right up to where her big brother sat back and tried to ignore her as usual. That became impossible when she walked right between him and the TV, facing away from her older brother and cocking her hips.

“Move.” Billy grunted. Anna didn’t bother to respond.

Even though he hated her right now, Billy couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to look at her big round butt, tantalisingly posed just in front of his face. If his sister hadn’t been such a bitch, his cock probably would’ve quite enjoyed getting knocked out and dominated by her. At least, enjoyed it even more than it already did all of those times he shamefully wanked off to memories of what she’d said, and how she’d treated him earlier in the day.

“Could you get out of the way?” Billy huffed again.

Still not bothering to reply, and really pushing her luck now, Anna bent over, teasingly shoving her ample backside towards her brother’s face in a way that the unconfident Anna of old would never have dared to do. She plucked the remote up off the coffee table and wordlessly changed the channel on the tv to a new one, currently playing one of the shows she liked, and then moved to lay on the couch with Billy to watch it.

“Hey!” Billy fumed, reaching for the remote in Anna’s hands. “I was watching that!”

“Shut up before I bang you on the jaw, Billy.” Anna said, casually, climbing up him like a monkey. Billy noticed how her generously-endowed body rubbed against him - one day, she would surely have a body to rival even their mother. But on this day, she was still being a brat. Billy scoffed.

“You can’t knock me out, Anna.” Billy rolled his eyes, annoyed, barely managing to hold his tongue on the matter of the loaded gloves as his sister slinked across his body and lay on top of him to watch the TV, just like she had done when they were younger.

All of a sudden, without any warning at all, Anna smacked him hard with a fist. Billy’s eyes blinked and widened with surprise. He lifted a hand to his chin and looked up at her, shocked.

“Anna… Anna, you hit me!” Billy said, disbelief clear on his face and in his tone. He had never been hit outside of a boxing situation before, whether it be a match or training, and he couldn’t believe that his nerdy bookworm of a sister had just bareknuckle smacked his face so brazenly.

Without bothering to respond, Anna did it again, quickly snapping a fist to her brother’s face. She was quick and accurate, her knuckles hitting him on the chin once more. Billy’s head was knocked back into the couch cushion.

“Ungh! Anna, stop!” He yelped.

Still not talking, she pulled back her arm and launched her dainty fist at his chin again. And then she did it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Each punch sent Billy’s head rocking back into the couch cushions. Without the loaded gloves on, he wasn’t going to sleep yet, but he was still getting more and more out of it with each undefended shot. And with the way Anna had positioned herself over his body, he could neither fight back nor run away - his arms and legs were pinned beneath her tight, sexy body.

He was an experienced boxer, but such a flurry of well-placed shots, unable to be dodged or blocked, would have had anyone on the ropes - even if they hadn’t been punched out so much recently, or if their brain wasn’t currently competing with their rock-hard cock for oxygen-giving blood. As it was, there was nothing Billy could do. As much as the proud boxer didn’t want to admit it, he was totally at Anna’s mercy. This nerdy bookworm he called a sister had him in the palm of her hand.

“Unnn… l-let me go…” Billy groaned.

“What was that?” Anna asked, sounding irritated.

Again.

“Did big bro say I can’t knock him out?”

Again.

“Anna…” Billy groaned again, already woozy and weakened.

“Shut up!” she shouted. His complaint was cut short by another shot to the chin. “Im knocking you out!”

Again.

“You’re gonna lose!”

Again.

“You’re getting knocked out by me!”

Again.

“YOU’RE GETTING KNOCKED OUT BY YOUR LITTLE SISTER!” Anna roared as she pulled back a big one, and let it fly.

“UNNNFFF!!” big bad Billy was hit flush, right on the tip of his chin, by Anna’s well-aimed punch. Finally, that was the one to do it. To finish him once again.

Billy slumped back limply into the couch, out cold.

“Uhhhhh…” a slow outward sigh escaped from his open mouth as he lay slumped there, drifting off to sleep from his little sister’s surprise onslaught. His jaw hung open and he was humiliatingly cross-eyed as he sank into the cushions, totally limp and useless. He slid a bit further down the cushions in his limpness, snoozing halfway down the couch.

Anna eyed his dozy expression with contempt. Yep, he’d been knocked out again. His pathetic body was doing nothing to hide that fact as a line of drool even escaped from his open lips. It was another lights out.

“Hmph.” Anna crossed her arms. “I told you, Billy. I told you you’d lose. Now you’re all knocked out again, idiot. Grow a chin and learn to box already.”

She took a final cold look at her cross-eyed older brother, his jaw hanging open in an utterly stupid looking expression. Totally out cold to his younger sister yet again. He’d gotten the fight punched right out of him… Some boxing champion he’d turned out to be.

Anna stood up from the couch, clicked off the TV with a press of the remote, and headed for her room, satisfied. She left Billy laying there on the couch for Heather to find, bruised chin and glazed eyes. Arms and legs dangling limp from his supposedly strong body. Utterly put in his place and reminded that, yes, she could knock him out. Out cold, in fact.

Big bro got taught a lesson he wouldn’t be forgetting. And Anna learned just how easy it really is to get Billy sound asleep whenever he’s acting up. It was another great day.