Billy’s out cold, so Anna passes the time

“Wake up. Wake the fuck up,” Anna said, sitting on top of her older brother in a schoolgirl pin.

Anna slapped at Billy’s face, trying to rouse him, but he wasn’t coming to. With a sigh, Anna gave up, leaning back. The young woman arched her back and stretched out her arms, moaning with satisfaction. She could have kept trying to wake Billy, but since he wasn’t coming to so easily, she decided to let him sleep a bit longer. She would take the opportunity to bask in her victory some more. Besides, she could use a moment to come down anyway.

Deep in her chest, Anna’s little heart was fluttering. The nerdy girl was ecstatic. The fight had been close, but she had won. She’d WON. Anna had used her clever mind to outsmart the brutish beast, improvising techniques for slowing him down and weakening him, until she could finally pacify him with her big plush ass. And out goes the champion.

Fuck. She might have to sneak into Billy’s room more often. Wrestling her big brother was the most fun she’d had since that shocking first knockout took her by surprise. Even now, as her pussy grew wetter and her body trembled with barely-restrained excitement, Billy was still just limp on the floor beneath her. Taken down, and taken out.

Why was she restraining her excitement? Was it to appear more dignified? Non-chalant, as if sleeping Billy was no big deal to her? Did acting cool and carefree add to the nerdy girl’s pleasure? Maybe, because even though her entire body was screaming at her to fingerfuck herself like a horny little monkey, Anna just trembled and tried to hold it back. She was a dignified, civilized woman. She was above such base pleasures. She was too cool to care about those intense urges, screaming at her to celebrate this crazy outcome to an impromptu wrestling match.

…So for now, Anna would just gently grind her pussy against him. Not enough for anyone to notice, though no one else was in the room. She’d indulge herself only a little, basking in the glory of her big win.

Seriously, Billy… You got KO’d by your sister’s ASS. Just sleep it off, loser.

And sleep it off he did. Billy wasn’t stirring for anything, not anytime soon. Although Anna didn’t know this, it was frankly no wonder that Billy wasn’t rousing so easily. Not after the day he’d just had.

First, Carly had beaten him up right up to the very edge of a knockout. He’d barely been saved by the bell, after a humiliatingly public pummelling. Just after that, Coach Lucy had put him out cold with a half-power hit - all while criticizing his countless newly-developed boxing missteps, sending him tumbling to the floor, asleep at her feet. Then at Karen’s house, that bitch had rattled his brains so badly with her slaps and hits…

And now, finally at home after an exhausting day, right as Billy finally got himself to sleep… He was woken up by Anna, almost knocked out countless times over the course of a ****, exhausting struggle, only to finally be finished off with a humiliating ass smother. Put all the way out. Deep.

Yeah, Billy wasn’t going to wake up so easily… His brain had been through enough today. His nerdy little sister’s fat ass was just the final touch. The soft, overwhelming touch that had put the champion boxer into a deep, DEEP slumber. A nice, relaxing, rest. Though from Anna’s perspective, it appeared as though her geeky ass deserved ALL of the credit for his current, humiliating, sleepy state…

Anna giggled, as she recalled Billy struggling for breath beneath her. Captured by her big, soft ass, and falling under her spell. Damn… He had even tapped out. The sexually repressed, shy nerd girl had made Billy tap out with her fucking ass. It was actually fucking exhilarating.

The way Anna’s confidence had ballooned recently, in response to Billy’s downfall, was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The quiet, shy, nerdy girl of a few weeks ago was almost a distance memory. Crushing her big bro was all she needed to spread her wings at last.

As Anna pondered this, raw emotions and joyful feeling rushing through her body… Billy began to mindlessly drool, pinned to the floor by Anna. Out-wrestled, slept, and drooling. Anna chuckled at the sight. Damn, she’d fucked him up pretty bad. Had her ass really done all that?

“You’re so lame…” Anna cooed.

She grabbed his face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks and smiling at the way he didn’t even react. She leaned in close, her face less than an inch from her older brother’s manly features. His chiseled jaw, his gently closed eyes, his squeezed cheeks… His drooling lips…

“You’re going to tell me who’s been kicking your ass,” Anna told him, and she meant it. “Me, mom, and who…?”

That was the whole reason she’d come here. She wanted to know who else had been exploiting Billy. Ever since that day when she pinned him to the wall, **** him and laughing as she interrogated him, she’d been burning with a need to know. And this clever young woman was the kind who ALWAYS got her answer.

It was shocking enough to learn that Billy had fallen to their mom… That while Anna was away in France, Heather was here at home boxing the socks off of Billy. Being taught for one lesson, and stealing his undefeated record straight away. Fuck, Anna was upset that she hadn’t been home to see that. To see Billy just fall…

Anna released Billy’s face, and let his head drop back down to the carpet. Limp, and still out cold. She loved all of this so much. The struggle. The intensity of the fight. The glee of fucking WINNING. Poor, poor Billy… Overpowered by a dorky girl.

Poor Billy indeed. What a way to end the day. Desperately tapping out in Anna’s ass, and being ignored as she knocks him out cold on his own bedroom floor. Public humiliation by Carly, getting slept by Lucy and almost getting suspended from the boxing club, having to worship Karen’s body as she mocked him relentlessly like the bitch she is, and now put to sleep by his annoying little sister. Crushed by a geek. Out-wrestled, and KO’d stiff. His toughness was fading. His terrifying reputation was leaving him more and more each day.

Still basking in the delight of her victory, Anna resumed slowly sliding her hips on top of him, playing with her ever-wetter, repressed, NEEDY pussy. It had been so much fun, watching her powerful older brother slowly fade beneath the smothering drain of her ass. Feeling him tap out so desperately, but sink into sleep anyway. Her arrogant older brother shouldn’t have fucked with her. He picked the wrong nerd to disobey.

“You’ve gotten soooo~ weak, Billy…” Anna teased her high-level boxer older brother. “I can’t believe I just put you to sleep with my ass…~”

She laughed, grinding against him faster, loving the power she felt. She knew all of this had to be affecting Billy. All of this humiliation, all of this defeat. She knew she must be deep inside his mind now, even when she wasn’t nearby. He must have thought about her all the time…

Anna spotted Billy’s phone, resting on the night stand. Curiosity overtook her. Without leaving her schoolgirl pin position, Anna leaned over and plucked the phone up with one hand.

It was locked, of course. No matter. Smiling down at her older brother, she turned the screen towards him, and used his face scan to open the phone.

It wasn’t as trivial as it sounded. Anna first had to lift Billy’s head up with a fistful of hair, to get the right angle to unlock the phone. It didn’t help that his limp, sleepy jaw was hanging open, a problem Anna solved by tilting his head downwards so his jaw would close against his strong pecs. But then, she was in. The phone scanned Billy’s **** loser face, and unlocked, giving Anna access to all of her older brother’s deepest secrets.

She didn’t know it yet, but this was about to change everything…