Anna exercises her power over big bro

So how could she do it? How could timid, meek, shy and nerdy Anna take **** on big bro Billy for all the years past? Simple. At night, Anna began sneaking into his room while he was sleeping. And then, she started knocking him out. Every. Single. Night.

At first she would do it when he was already asleep. She would close the door quietly, creep over to the bed, and cautiously mount him as he snoozed away, taking care not to make him stir. She sat her ass on his chest, the balls of her feet on the mattress by his sides and her knees pointed in a “V” shape towards him. Holding him in place with her thighs and booty while he dreamed his little dreams.

She would take in a deep breath as she stared down as his slumbering expression, his steady breathing, his open lips, cautiously watching her boxing champ brother for any signs of consciousness. Seeing none, she would silently ball up her fist, cock it back over her shoulder, and…

WHAM

Smack Billy’s **** face to one side!

WHAM

Then she would do the same, with the other fist!

WHAM

Back to the other side again!

WHAM WHAM WHAM

Sometimes she would break the back-and-forth punching cycle to really focus on one side, hitting him deeper into his pillow with the same fist again and again. She just /loved/ the way her jackhammer punches made the side of his face just /sink/ into his pillow.

WHAM

Then back over to the other side again!

Left! Right! Left! Right! Anna beat him senseless, side to side, letting all her anger out on his unresisting body!

Anna would continue like this, pinning Billy down and punching his jaw until it was hanging open and she was satisfied. It never lasted more than a few minutes before she suspected that he’d gotten finished again, whether by a rapid combo or one particularly hard punch.

To confirm a knockout, she would put a hand on his chin and straighten his slack-jawed face up towards the roof of his bedroom. Then, with a thumb, she would slowly lift one of his eyelids for inspection. Finding the eye glazed over and half-rolled up was her way of knowing that Billy had successfully been transferred from normal sleep to a KO.

After she’d confirmed that Billy had been knocked out, she would promptly dismount him, dust herself off, and leave his bedroom the same way she came in. She was still cautious not to make too much noise with the door, but only for concern of waking Heather up. Billy wasn’t waking up for anything, not for a long while. She’d made sure of that.

Billy would wake up each morning with a sore jaw and groggy as all hell. Sometimes he would sleep in much later than he’d meant to, with no idea why. And no idea why his mind was so fuzzy. Still, he got himself out of bed and shuffled on to begin his day, greeting Anna with a half-hearted grunt as he passed her beaming face in the hallway, no idea she was knocking the champ out each night.

Day after day, Anna continued her secret nightly knockouts to take her arrogant brother down a peg. Even if he didn’t know about them, they sure helped his academic younger sister work off some steam. And she took a particular pride in the confused daze that Billy always seemed to wake up in these days. Watching him stare blankly down at his cereal across the breakfast table from her, Anna couldn’t possibly hide her smirk. Heather would often ask what her daughter was giggling about, but Anna would never tell.

She often wondered what the members of his boxing club would think, if they knew. If they knew that a nerd KO’d him nightly. KO’d their great champion. Their great “undefeated” champion, getting completely knocked out by a nerd every single night. And not just any nerd, but his own younger sister. A total boxing novice. Yeah, some champion he turned out to be. What a great athlete.

As she grew more confident, Anna started doing less and less checks each night to ensure Billy was out before she began. After all, he’d shown no signs of being able to stop her before - the whole process was becoming routine for her. A part of her nightly ritual. And truth be told, it was all getting to her head a little bit.

She marched into the room more brazenly, left the door open, and all but leaped onto his body in that same classic pin position. Just a bit below her ass, Billy’s erect cock throbbed in his boxer shorts as his **** body got pounded hard enough to bounce on the mattress. And, eventually, went completely still for the KO.

But one night, this brazen attitude had the result that was bound to happen eventually. As Anna took position over her big brother, smiling to herself and getting ready to put him out like a light again, Billy slowly began to wake up.

Anna didn’t notice until her first punch was already cocked and ready to fly. She didn’t see Billy’s eyes flicker open at the sounds and movement in his bedroom, the feeling of weight on his chest. But she did hear his tired, confused voice when he spoke up.

“Anna…?”

“Eep!” Anna jumped, startled by the fact that Billy was awake. All of her built-up bravado dissipated in an instant, and suddenly, she was that timid nerdy girl again. What was Billy going to think when he saw her like this? Was he going to fight back? Was he going to get ****?

…Would he box her again now?