Lisa's Story
By: Beaten Man   replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Teenaged Lisa wrestles her school bully big brother


I recently received this letter at my Web Site. Since it served as the
inspiration for another recent story I thought I would share the young ladies
adventure with you.

Dear Humbled,

My boyfriend Mark is a big fan of your web site, he recently showed me some of
the stories there and while they don't really appeal to me he seems to get off
on them. I noticed the Dear Humbled section while I was there and it gave me
an idea. I am too shy to tell him about an adventure I had a year or so ago
that I know would make him totally hot for me. Maybe if I tell it to you, and
you publish it, he will see it. Boy is he in for a surprise if he does. Maybe
if he does he'll finally get over his shyness and give me what I really want -
HIM!

[I hope my mother doesn't ever see that]. Anyhow here goes nothing.

My name is Lisa, I live with my mother and my older brother Jimmy. My brother
has graduated high school now, but for two years we were in the same High
School together. Jimmy was the big man on campus jock and the big bully on
campus jerk. As long as I can remember he has always been the school bully. He
was in Elementary School, in Jr. High School and in High School. He has always
liked to fight. He has at one time or another punched out almost every guy in
town. Most guys steer clear of me because they're afraid of Jimmy. He has
always been an overprotective ass where his little sister is concerned

I know how important physical descriptions are to you so before I get into my
tale let me give you mine. I am five foot, five inches tall and weigh 130
pounds. I have long straight brown hair that comes down to the middle of my
back and big light brown eyes. Everyone tells me I have my mother's figure, At
that time, I measured 34 -22 -34 and being only sixteen then, everything was
nice and firm and round

If you're reading Mark, my boobs are bigger now [36-22-36], And everything's
nicer and firmer and rounder. Paying attention Mark?

Like everyone in my family I am a good athlete. I am totally into gymnastics
and because I am I've got well developed muscles in my arms, stomach and legs.
They're not overly huge, they fit my size, but they are definitely there. Most
girls my size weigh 20 pounds less than me because they aren't carrying any
muscle at all. They'd never make it in gymnastics. I'm strong and super
flexible [still listening Mark?] with a hard flat tummy. All in all a pretty
decent package if I do say so myself. And I do.

My brother Jimmy isn't such a bad package either. If it wasn't for his
fighting he would have probably been one of the most popular boys in the
school with the other girls. I have heard some of them say more than once that
it was a shame a fox like him was such a roughneck ass. He stands five foot
nine inches tall and weighs 165 pounds. His upper body is really muscular and
the rest of him is lean and hard. He has the same color hair and eyes as I do
except of course his hair is really short. He too is an excellent athlete and
lettered in both baseball and football while in school. He is also an
excellent boxer, but I guess that goes without saying since he was the
toughest kid in school.

Besides being a bully his biggest shortcoming is that he has utter contempt
for any form of personal physical contests that aren't all out wars. He thinks
that gymnastics are for girls only and that wrestling is for sissy boys who
are afraid to be hit. Because Jimmy is so strong Jeff Martin, the captain of
the wrestling team, tried to get him to join the team and learn how to
wrestle. Jimmy responded by calling the poor guy a faggot who just wanted to
hug him. Then he punched him out to prove his point.

That really ticked me off. Jeff had shone some interest in me [that was before
you Mark] and he had begun coming around the house. He was even teaching me
some wrestling holds, and I was really enjoying the lessons. It was cool
rolling around on the floor with him. After the incident with Jimmy he stopped
coming around. I never forgave Jimmy for that.

Like I said, Jimmy likes to fight, but he likes to fight his way and his way
only - fists. Eventually Jimmy and his eagerness to use his fists got him in
some trouble with me that he couldn't use them to get out of, and that's the
story. It takes place almost two years ago when I was sixteen and Jimmy was
eighteen.

Mark had been the boy that I'd wanted since elementary school. He was about
Jimmy's only friend and he was around all the time. He never paid any
attention to me at all. When I got to High School that all changed. My body
suddenly blossomed and when it did so did Mark's interest. He went from
totally disinterested to extremely interested in the space of one short summer
vacation. As his interest in me grew his friendship with Jimmy began to
deteriorate. I think Jimmy was jealous that his best friend was paying more
attention to me than to him Jimmy started to become more and more hostile to
not only Mark, but to me as well. If it wasn't for the fact that my mother was
always crazy about Mark I am sure Jimmy would have beaten him up. As it was he
pretty much stopped being his friend and just sulked when he came around to
see me.

One night after Mark had been up to see me Jimmy came bursting into my room.
He was wild eyed and looked steaming mad. He had seen Mark and I innocently
making out just before Mark left and for some reason Mark's kissing me had
infuriated him. He told me that the next time Mark came around he was going to
get it. As Jimmy put it, since I couldn't control my self with Mark, he was
going to bust his face.

I knew he would do it. Jimmy never hesitated to use his fists. I told him if
he touched Mark mom would throw him out of the house and he could live on the
street. Since Jimmy has never worked a day in his life that gave him something
to think about. So then he changed his tune and gave me the big brother
routine. He told me I was forbidden to see him anymore and if I did he would
tell Mom that Mark and I were doing the dirty thing when she wasn't around.

If you read this mom, we have never done anything, not then and not ever.

And Mark if you read this, What are you waiting for? [sorry Mom, but a girl's
got to grow up some time]

Oh, I almost forgot the story. Anyway that last statement of Jimmy's had me
totally mad and more than a little bit worried. I knew if Mom even thought
that Mark was putting the moves on me she would go totally ape and make him
stop coming around. If she did that Jimmy would be free to pound him. No way I
wanted my dreamboat's face rearranged by my bad ass brother.

Jimmy looked so smug standing there, He really thought he had me. I wanted to
hit him so bad I could taste it. But, of course, I wouldn't. No way was I
going to give Jimmy the chance to mess up my face He would have loved that. I
was sure if I hit him first he would have no problem hitting me back. Then I
got an idea, there was a way I could put my big brother in his place. "Hey
Jimmy", I said "if you can pin me wrestling I'll stop seeing Mark, if you
can't you have to stop bothering us. Is that fair enough?"

I figured, why not? I am plenty flexible and plenty strong. I'd had a bit of
training from an expert. Training .Jimmy didn't know I'd gotten, and he knew
absolutely nothing about the sport. Jimmy wouldn't be able to use those lethal
fists of his either. With my gymnasts strength and flexibility as an advantage
and his complete lack of knowledge as a drawback I was sure I would be able to
keep him from pinning me. Jimmy's not the only one in this family with
muscles.

I guess Jimmy thought it was fair too because he immediately agreed. He told
me I had at last given him a way to punish me for being such a little brat
that wouldn't leave any tell tale bruises on my face for Mom to find.

As I think back he agreed a little too quickly. I think my pervert big brother
was looking forward to putting his hands on my body. His face sure showed
plenty of interest when I stripped down to my bra and panties in preparation
for our little match. I had forgotten I was wearing the sheer, sexy black
thong and lace bra set Mark had given me as a secret surprise gift for my
sweet sixteen. He just stood there gawking at me running his eyes up and down
my figure. I don't think Jimmy had ever noticed before that his little sister
had become a not so little woman. When he took off his clothes to get ready
the interest was really apparent in his underwear. He looked so silly standing
there with his face all red and flustered while his doohickey pushed at the
front of his jockey shorts. His hands, which were usually balled up as fists,
were dangling at the front of his briefs trying to hide it from me. They
weren't doing a very good job.

As we pushed the furniture to the side of my room to give us an open space we
discussed the rules for our little wrestling match. Since there wasn't anybody
to referee, instead of pins, we would use submissions. If Jimmy could get me
to say I give he would win. If he couldn't I would win. He had fifteen minutes
to get me to quit. I agreed that I wouldn't scratch, bite or bother his
precious family jewels and he, of course, had to agree not to punch me. Hair
pulling was forbidden, Jimmy said he didn't want me fighting like a little
girl.

We set my alarm clock to buzz in fifteen minutes and then started off on our
knees facing each other in the middle of the room. Jimmy was flexing his
muscles trying to intimidate me so I flexed mine back. He really looked
surprised when he saw how big my arms swelled. I guess he hadn't noticed that
part of my anatomy before either. He stopped his posing and put his arms
forward. I did the same and we grasped each other around the upper arms. The
match was on.

As soon as we made contact macho Jimmy smugly said "now I've got you little
girl" and pushed forward as hard as he could trying to force me over on my
back. I remembered what Jeff had told me about using an opponent's own
movements against them and about how important it was to control some portion
of your opponents anatomy. As Jimmy pushed at me I let go of his arms and
quickly wrapped my arm around his head. I twisted my body, and rolled sideways
using his momentum to pull him with me as I rolled. Mr. tough guy found
himself laying on his side with my head lock clamped tightly on him. "Looks
like the little girl has you", I teased as I squeezed his head as hard as I
could.

He oomphed and ughed and kicked around on the ground trying to pull his head
out of my vice. All I had to do was hang on and shift my weight every once in
a while to keep his head trapped. Jimmy was doing all the work and I was
resting on my side. I was feeling on top of the world with my big bad brother
trapped. In less than five seconds I'd gotten him under my control and now the
time was flying off the clock. The longer Jimmy spent trying to get out of the
headlock the less time he would have left to attack me. He was going to have a
tough time getting me to say uncle from the position he was in. A damned tough
time.

He was struggling so hard that he started to sweat like a pig. His wet head
was beginning to move around in my arms. To prevent him from escaping I rolled
to my back and pulled Jimmy across me. I let my arm slide down to his neck and
as I did I wrapped my legs around his waist. Now I had Mr. Bad Ass really in a
pickle. I had his throat trapped in the nook of my forearm and a scissors
around his body. He was on his back laying on me getting squeezed from both
ends. He added a chorus of coughs and gasps to go along with his oomphs and
ughs. Jimmy was beginning to sound like a symphony of pain and futility

I stretched back and increased the pressure on both his throat and waist. He
began to have a real problem breathing. He slapped his hands to his throat and
kicked his legs and generally thrashed about like a fish caught in a net. He
got no where and soon his struggles began decreasing as he tired. We had
already used up about half of our fifteen minutes and he had done almost all
the work. He was panting, when he could breath at all, and covered with sweat.
I was fresh as a daisy and feeling like Queen Kong. Every now and again I
would throw in a little dig about how I wasn't quite ready to surrender to my
big, strong brother yet or I would ask him if he was ready to start wrestling
yet. Anything I could think of to say to piss him off. His face was so red by
then it was almost purple.

I guess the hopelessness of his situation got to him. or at least so I
thought, he suddenly said "okay I give up, let me go". I was shocked and
what's more excited as hell. I couldn't believe that not only hadn't I lost, I
had won an outright surrender from him. I was victorious, what a rush!. I
released my holds on him and wriggled out from under him. Then I got up and
began parading around the room flexing my biceps and strutting like the pro
wrestlers I'd seen on television do. Jimmy sat on the floor rubbing his throat
trying to get his breath back.

After a minute he stood up and extended his hand to me. I thought he wanted to
congratulate me so I took his hand in mine for a handshake. Instead of shaking
my hand he grabbed my wrist with his other hand and ducked under my arm,
twisting my arm up and behind me. I said 'hey, no fair, you quit, The match is
over". Jimmy just laughed and said "no it isn't, I have fifteen minutes to
make you quit, we never said anything about my giving up ending the match".

It was pointless to argue with him with my arm twisted up behind me. The first
thing I had to do was get out of his hold and on to a more even footing. Then
we could discuss the finer points of the rules.

Jeff had shown me several times how to reverse that sort of arm lock. I turned
into Jimmy and put my free hand over his twisting my other hand out of his
grasp at the same time. I stepped under his arm , clamped my fingers around
his wrist and pulled up. I was now behind Jimmy who was standing with his back
to me with his arm behind him in my tender clutches. I pushed forward with my
thumbs against the back of his hand which forced his wrist to bend
unnaturally. At the same time I forced his arm higher. Big bad Jimmy howled in
pain and dropped to one knee . I increased the pressure by lifting his arm
even higher and put my foot on his back. I pushed forward with my foot and
Jimmy wound up on his stomach with his arm extended straight up behind him
putting tons of pressure on his shoulder.

I had his wrist in a painful wrist lock, his arm barred with his shoulder
extended and the rest of him face down on the floor. I maneuvered a little
closer to his head and put my foot on it, pressing it to the floor. I was now
in a much better position to negotiate our rules.

Before I could even think of anything teasing to say to him he again said
"okay I give". He must have thought I was as stupid as he is. Thank you Jimmy,
I accept your surrender and just as soon as the alarm clock buzzes I'll let
you up" I said Then I ground my foot a little harder on his face.

"Let me up" he demanded, "let me up or else".

From the way he was talking you would have thought that he was the one
standing up instead of the one who was getting a face full of carefully
painted toes. "Or else what?' I inquired pleasantly.

Jimmy called me a name I don't care to repeat and demanded that I get my foot
the F off of his face. I smiled down at him and pressed a little bit harder
with my thumbs, bending his wrist just a tad more. For good measure I jerked
his arm a little higher and pretended to mash out a cigarette with my foot.

"Okay, Okay I take it back. Don't break my wrist, please".. he cried out
immediately.

I was getting off on having the great Jimmy Dupree at my mercy. I'd done it so
easily too, I could hardly believe it. Here was the guy the entire football
team was afraid of begging me not to break his wrist. He was so sweaty and red
faced you would have thought he'd been wrestling with Hulk Hogan. I had hardly
even broken a sweat. He was panting like a dog does after he's been chasing a
Frisbee for a half hour where as I wasn't even breathing deeply. "Maybe if you
lick my little piggies I'll let you up". I teased at him.

I was feeling like Wonder Woman. Don't read this part Mom. I had a tingly
feeling you know where that was absolutely fantastic. Just thinking about it
now gives me goose bumps. Where are you when a girl needs you Mark?

To emphasize my sincerity in requesting a toe cleansing I pressed a teensy
tiny bit harder with my thumbs. Jimmy's tongue was between the little piggy
that went to market and the one that stayed home before I could even remind
him of my demand. The tingly feeling you know where shot up about three
octaves sending shivers up and down my spine. I was seriously thinking of a
couple of other places that tongue of Jimmy's could be put to good use.

I looked over at the clock and saw that there were still three minutes until
the buzzer would sound the end of the match. I was pretty sure Jimmy's arm
wouldn't be in shape to hit me when I let him up but I was worried about what
he might do later when it felt better. I shifted my hands slightly so that I
could maintain the pressure on the wrist lock with one hand. He had quit
struggling so controlling him was no problem. I reached over to the bed stand
and grabbed my cell phone. I took about ten pictures of Jimmy's face on the
floor with his tongue licking my toes. and saved them all.

I told Jimmy that if he bothered me or Mark again I would see to it that every
person in town got a copy of the pictures showing him licking his little
sister's toes. By now he was so shocked and dejected at being manhandled by me
that he didn't even bother to threaten or protest. He just asked me again to
please let him up. I have never heard Jimmy so polite before.

I wanted to leave him something to think about before the buzzer sounded. I
took my foot off his face and let his arm go. It dropped on the floor next to
him like it wad been holding anvils. While he was laying on the floor rubbing
his shoulder, as quick as I could, I grabbed his right leg and folded it
behind his left knee. I sat down on his back facing his feet and pulled back
on his left leg.

Jimmy howled in pain and pushed up with his hands under his shoulders like a
man doing pushups. As his back arched and his head came up I reached behind me
and cupped his chin in my free hand. I pulled back on his chin as I pulled
back on his leg. I said "make a wish big brother"

Jimmy's howls turned to screams and he began begging me to let him go.
"Please, please, I give, you're breaking my back, please no more. I was
rubbing myself on his back trying to make the tingles stop when the alarm
clock went off.

Not being a cheat like my brother I let him go and got off his back. He just
laid there moaning and trying to figure out which tender area of his body to
rub first. "That's three times you gave up and no times that I did" I said in
my best dumb blonde voice. "Does that mean that I won?"

When Jimmy didn't respond beyond another groan I placed my foot on his rump
and beat on my chest doing my best imitation of Carol Burnett's Tarzan yodel.
I flexed my biceps for good measure when I was done beating on my chest and
proclaimed myself the inter gender wrestling champ of the Dupree household.
Jimmy could not have looked more miserable laying there under my foot.

There's not much more to tell. Jimmy skulked off about five minutes later
without saying anything. I reminded him of his promise to leave Mark and I
alone and repeated my threat about letting everyone know he had been forced to
lick his little sister's toes. I know he was humiliated and pissed off as
hell, he beat up four different kids at school over the next two days, but he
has kept his word since. I actually think he may be a little afraid of me.

Well that's the story of how Lisa Dupree, also known as super sister, saved
her boyfriend and humiliated her school bully big brrother. See what I go
through for you Mark.

Please Mr. Humbled print my story and help me deliver this last note to Mark.

Anytime you would like a little wresting match with me Mark I promise you two
things;

1. When you say I give, you'll give more than you think.

2. You'll be totally happy you did.