Anna goes for it, and rocks Billy’s chin

Anna thought back to a few minutes ago. She remembered how her older brother had pulled down her top during the struggle, exposing her. How he had set up fights with their mom several weeks ago, how he had been willing to fight Anna that first time. Anna was sure that Billy got off on beating girls up. Unluckily for him, he’d chosen his targets poorly, and ended up getting knocked out instead… So far.

Heather and Anna had turned out to be utter dynamos, absolute naturals at boxing. It seemed Anna had a knack for wrestling too, if the woozy state of her older brother was anything to go by. But… If Billy had chosen differently, and hadn’t ended up outclassed… What might have happened?

With that thought, Anna felt a righteous responsibility fill her nerdy heart, coincidentally justifying the exact thing that she felt would be the most thrilling and satisfying to her right now. Giving her full permission to carry out the dirty, self-indulgent deed she so badly wanted to do right now.

The choice was made. Anna withdrew her fist from Billy’s chin, and placed it loftily on her chest, as if about to deliver an impassioned speech.

“Billy…” she began sweetly, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. “On behalf of women everywhere… I feel it’s my responsibility to make sure you can’t take a punch.”

Billy’s eyes went wide. What was she saying…? But before he got a chance to plead his case any further, Anna was already slamming a bareknuckle nerd fist into his chin, knocking his head to the side.

“UNGH! A-Anna! Wait!”

Another punch came in from the other side, batting his head to the other shoulder. With his arms pinned, and Anna on top of him, he couldn’t even defend himself.

“Ahhh… P-Please, wait…”

BAM! Another hit came in, slamming into a chin that was usually guarded by his impeccable defenses.

Anna threw another punch, and another, smacking Billy around like he was just an outlet for her nerd rage - not a human being, not her older brother, just a chin to whack to vent a lifetime of pent-up frustrations.

Anna was drinking the moment in with each hit - this moment of glory. The moment she put a stop to the threat of her older brother. She was going to make it so he couldn’t take a punch. Couldn’t take a punch! This was going to be so good!

Whack! Whack! Whack! Billy’s panicked expression faltered, giving way to a brief confusion that made Anna laugh. Whack!

“I’m fucking up that brain, Billy,” Anna laughed. “Can you still even focus?”

As the nerdy girl kept on throwing those shitty punches into Billy’s face, a thin line of drool began rolling down from his lips. More and more with each hit, his eyes glazed - his mind dulled. A couple of times, Anna was sure she had knocked him out, only for the next few hits to startle his limp body awake again. Fading in and out, balancing on the very edge of knocked-out slumber, confused as he kept coming and going.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Anna hit him again, drawing a dull “ooff!” from his open mouth.

“You’d better fight baaaackk~” Anna sang. “Otherwise, you’ll never be able to take a punch again. I’m wearing you allll~ the way down…~”

BAM!

“I’m wearing your chin down to the nub…~ I’m wrecking your mind!” Anna laughed.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Your coach is going to be SO disappointed in you, Billy…~”

BAM!

“Goodbye, future…~ Goodbye, boxing…~ Goodbye, respect from mom…~” Anna giggled. “I’m gonna make you an idiot!”

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

CRACK!!!

After one last, powerful hit that made Billy’s whole body jump - or at least, it would have, if he wasn’t being pinned down - Anna grabbed him by the face, clutching the sides of his head with both of her hands, grinning down at his dozy, dreamy expression. Listening to his endless, weak groaning.

“Guuuhhh…”

“THINK, Billy,” Anna smiled, holding his head in place, squeezing it slightly as she held it tight. “It might be your last thought. Try your hardest to THINK.”

“Guuhhh…?”

Billy’s groaning trailed off, as a confused expression crossed his face. Then, shifting into a look of focus, it appeared that he tried to comply with Anna’s command. His eyes squinted, as he tried his very hardest to think. A glimmer of his former astuteness crossed his face for just a moment. His sharp wit and formidable brain breaking from the flow of getting pounded out for a moment, to try and form an actual coherent thought.

“I… Uh… I…”

Billy’s words trailed off. After a few moments, the look of focus melted away, and his eyes slowly fluttered shut as his eyes rolled up into his head.

It was too hard. Thinking was too hard. It overwhelmed his poor mind. He was so worn out.

He’d had such a long day… Such a hard day… He just needed to rest… With his face cruelly contained by Anna’s clutches, her bare hands squeezing his cheeks, the handsome boxer dozed off. Trapped beneath his sister’s pin, his arms held captive by her legs and his face held captive by her fingers.

Anna watched as his mind fizzled out. It was another obvious knockout. But this one was special. Anna burst out laughing.

“Oh my god! Did you just knock YOURSELF out, trying to think!?” she giggled. “Your brain is COOKED!”

And it was. Billy was truly fucked up. His brain was too tired, too yawning, that it chose to shut off and sleep when faced with the daunting task of forming a thought. His strong, trained body went limp, as his bruised mind decided to turn it in for the night - not bothering to command the mighty form he had spent his life honing.

“Holy shit, that’s sad…” Anna mocked. “I wasn’t even done hitting you yet…”

Releasing his face at last, Anna watched as Billy’s head rolled uselessly to one side. With a smug smirk, she poked a finger into his cheek, leaning in close to whisper something into her tired brother’s ear.

“…You think I’m gonna stop just because you quit on me?”

WHAM! Her poking finger suddenly became a hard fist, driving the side of his face into the carpet. WHAM WHAM! Two more hard punches followed, making his limp body jolt and seize.

Anna’s sleeping older brother made for an easy target, and so she continued smashing her nerdy knuckles into his exposed, **** chin. Showing no mercy for the elite boxing champion she had pinned, his arms trapped in her legs, snoozing shamefully beneath his younger sister. She just kept on hitting him, rattling that stupid brain around some more. Driving him deeper and deeper into sleep.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

As the hits kept on coming to Billy’s once-untouchable chin, a stupid smile crossed his face - the dreamy expressions growing stronger with each hit that sent his mind further and further away. Anna laughed, delighted by the hilarious sight.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The stupid smile grew wider, more pleased, as he was driven down into the carpet of his very own bedroom floor. Made a fool of, outclassed, and possibly even ruined for life. Billy just kept on smiling, dozily, while Anna relentlessly thrilled herself on the idea of her big brother’s downfall.

“You NEVER! Should have FUCKED WITH ME!!” Anna exclaimed, citing no incident in particular as she hammered away the last of Billy’s mind, smoothing over the ridges of his tired brain.

The formidable boxer would have a very different life, come tomorrow. As would Anna. In fact, it seemed as though from this point on, Heather had only ONE child prodigy… Not two. Anna was officially the brightest star of the family.

“Get fucked. Get FUCKED!” Anna yelled, between hard, energetic strikes to her brother’s unresisting face. “I’m smarter than you. I’m BETTER than you! Get FUCKED, Billy!!!”

He wasn’t awake to hear her. Those words were just for her own pleasure. As was the rest of his total demolition.

It turned out the old adage was true. Brain ALWAYS beats brawn. Billy never should have let Anna figure that out.