My gf, her little brother and me - conclusion
by DarkMagician
Anne POV


Five years have gone by that afternoon in my house. I married Bran one year
ago and our relationship is the best thing I've ever experienced. Five years
have passed since our wrestling match in my house. My passion for wrestling is
not dead yet and, though I have never had the time to do any fighting sport,
I'm still pretty competitive when I'm challenged. This is to explain what has
happened yesterday.

It has involved once again..well my brother. We don't really like each other
and what happened some years ago didn't much help our connection. The fact is
that he is my brother after all, and when he invited us over in his new rent
apartment we could not refuse. We arrived just in time, the door opened and
that bitch was on the door. My brother's new girlfriend..or his mum, depending
on the perspective. She was 39, long black hair, much older than him, taller
than him ( and he grew up in these years!) and incredibly snobbish. She
welcomed us with her usual fake smile "Anne! How are you doing?? So glad to
see you!", "Hi Catrina! Everything's fine thank you.." I responded walking in.
You know it was my highest level of kindness for her, since I'm not a good
actress,and my "masculine side " as Bran called it, hates this shit. Bran is
quite better than me in the social engagement's. We sat on their sofa, waiting
for my brother's showing up, while they keep chatting on futile things. "Look
who's in here, my friend Bran and his new wife..Anne right?", it was my
brother's Tom irony, always pitiful. Catrina started giggling at this
sorrowful gag. I just tried to ignore her. "Look, my smart and witty brother"
I mocked him "Give me a kiss" , he kissed me quickly and then turned to Bran
"Hi Mate! Thank you for coming!". You must know that after our little
wrestling-argument my brother looked up to my husband, taking him as a
model..with little success I say. I must confess that I spared him for another
couple of wrestling lessons in the last years just because of Bran, so not
surprisingly he saw him like a guardian angel. We spent two hours talking of
this and that in front our tea cups, when Catrina had the brilliant idea of a
"truth or dare" game. It goes without saying that I really hate this game,
especially when I'm playing it with people that I can't stand.

It was just the second round and all of us so long has opted for "Truth" so
long. It was my go to ask something and my target was Tom. Well well..it was
the time to make things interesting.

"Truth or dare Tom?" I asked. He blushed. He knew that I had in store some
embarrassing question about Catrina and he was not so good in avoiding
questions. So he chose "dare". What he did not guess was that option was even
worse for him. "Ok" I said, "What about this: do you remember the wrestling
match some year ago at our parent's home? Why don't we try again to find out
if the time has changed the shift of strength between us?". "What are you
talking about?" asked Catrina bringing her hand on the mouth like in a
contempt gesture (did I say how much I hate her?). Tom didn't answer and
didn't move neither. I could feel that he was still afraid of me and, I
believe, for a good reason. Even if a bit shorter than him I had a good body,
while he was more slender. "Well Catrina you must know" I started answering
"that we were used to wrestle some years ago. And I have always won and
humiliated him". "Oh I can't believe it" she said, "Tom it is true?". He was
still staring at me in anger, not answering. "My dear how can be possible?
Your sister is so small compared to us. She's just an average girl. I'm sure
that there is more behind this story". Here we are, she said the wrong thing
at the wrong time and now was my turn to get angry "Excuse me Catrina,
probably you are an average girl, well maybe taller, but I'm not. I'm a strong
woman and a very good fighter for you information". She laughed. "Oh Anne you
seem to always believe too much in yourself. I'm sure that Tom will beat you
up in a moment. It is true Tom?". He didn't answer but stood up hesitantly. I
jumped on my feet happy and full of confidence. "Tom is going to destroy you"
Catrina said to me "Come on my dear! You seem to be too afraid, let's think
that even I could handle your sister easily, she's so small". "So, why don't
you fight her instead?", was the Bran's voice behind me "Probably Tom is
scared of hurting her. I think that a match between you might be fairer". She
looked at me and smiled "Bran you have always wonderful ideas ! What do you
say Anne? A friendly match between us would be ok?". She said friendly in the
nastiest way that you can ever imagine.

"Oh Catrina I would be delighted" I said giggling in a fake friendly tone
"..be delighted to kick your ass in front of our men", I thought. Tom sat on
the sofa finally relaxing. Bran had saved his ass once again. We took our
shoes off. She remained with her short ponte-knit sheath dress and I just
strip off the shirt of my button down skirt. I was showing up my white bra now
but I didn't care, as both the men before us had seen me already in underwear.
"Ok" I thought "We are going to use the legs a little, since our dresses give
us a little room for that".

As I was thinking she lunged at me and pulled my hair. Fucking women! I have
almost forgotten how the girls are used to fight. The hair pulling hurt like
hell and the bitch brought me on the floor. Using the grip on my hair she
forced me on my back and pressed her knee in my stomach to pin me down. She
kept hair pulling me and gave me a slap across the face. It was supposed to be
a friendly fight, wasn't it? I was trapped underneath her weight, while she
controlled me by my hair with one hand while slapping me with the other. I was
actually almost crying from the pain. I had to react. I tried to clear my
mind. Ok, let's show up this bitch a little bit of wrestling. With my right
hand I pulled the front of her dress and brought her head closer to me, close
and closer. Her pulling was less effective now as we were too much close.
After that I put my left hand on the throat, in a primitive chocking hold. She
started coughing and chocking and released me. I let her go with my hands and
swung my powerful legs, until that moment on the floor, towards her head. I
wrapped my legs around her head, bringing her down. She was now on the floor
on her back.

I moved on top of her and attempted to straddle her chest.

However she struggled like a wild cat and I had trouble controlling her.

Placing my knee on her chest I pinned her down and held her immobile. I
reached for her wrists, trying to pin them down above her head. However as I
did she I not pay enough attention to the legs of Catrina. Catrina somehow
slipped from underneath my knee and swung her legs up and locked her ankles
around my neck--the insteps of her feet at my carotid arteries, her toes
touching each other at the nape of my neck--and twisting her body she threw me
to the side.

Now, suddenly, I was the one who was trapped! Both of us were lying on our
sides on the mat. her slim legs were amazingly strong. Her legs were crossed
at the knees so she could use a scissoring motion with her ankles around my
neck, the top of her right foot pressing against the right side of my neck,
the top of her left foot against the left side of my neck. Obviously I could
have tried to pull her legs apart and free myself...but my fingers were now
intertwined. Now Catrina's hands held my hands captive. Her fingernails dug
into the skin on the back of my fingers as I tried to work my hands free.

"Oh Anne, seems I am right. You believe to much in yourself. " Catrina
taunted. I flailed helplessly in her grip. She shook my head back and forth
with her feet, demonstrating her dominance.

The edges of my vision started to blur and I realized I was getting choked.

Catrina intensified the pressure of her insteps on my neck clearly looking to
strangle me into unconsciousness.

In a last ditch attempt I managed to get my knee to my chest and used it to
create some space and relieve some of the pressure.

Groaning in exertion I pulled my hands free from Catrina's grip and escaped
her hold.

Both of us got back to our feet and Catrina immediately attacked me.

She again tried to grab my hair however this time I was prepared and I was
able to stop her hands from reaching my hair.

We struggled chest to chest for control as we both tried to wrestle the other
against the floor.

She attempted to connect a knee between my thighs. However I was prepared and
turning around I snapped an arm around her neck, pushed a hip into her stomach
and threw her to the floor.

We both landed on the floor with me on top of her. As we struggled for control
Catrina scratched her nails over my face which distraced me long enough for
her to turn me over and end up on top of me.

"Ahhhhh!" I shrieked in pain as Catrina pinned me down by pressing her knee on
the side of my head, using all of her bodyweight to immobilize my head,
pinning it against the floor.

Catrina clearly knew some nasty tricks, because while she had my head pinned
she seized my hand with both of hers and tried to bend my fingers backwards.

However before she was able to break my fingers I was able to pull free and
with massive effort I was able to get my head free from underneath her knee.

She tried to wrap her legs around my neck for a headscissor however I was able
to avoid it and slip behind her.

I held her from behind and forced her on her stomach, back exposed. I managed
to sit on her back and tried to get my arms around her neck for a conclusive
sleeperhold. Probably she felt the threat because she pushed on her arms and
went on her knees, her back exposed. In that moment there were no thoughts in
my mind, just an enemy to destroy. Without thinking I sat on her shoulders,
closing my thighs around her head. After that I fell back, bringing her head
with me.

I heard a strange sound as with a sudden jerk she fell backwards on the floor,
her head and neck trapped between my thighs. Now she was on the floor
montionless, her head between my legs in a perfect head scissor. "Not so tough
Catrina eh? Weren't you stronger and taller?". She was moaning in pain.

"Tom" she said "Please Tom she's broken something..I'm going to throw
up..please help me". Her voice was feeble. "You have to submit" I said to her,
"And you stop!" shouted up to Tom who has stood up for helping her. Tom was
like frozen in fear. "Ok..ok..I give Anne" she said seeing her man not moving.
I let her go and immediately Bran and Tom were on her. Eventually Tom brought
her at the hospital for a check.

Bran drove us to our home in a silently journey. We went in our bedroom. Both
of us undressed. "Bran I'll take a shower" I said walking toward the bathroom.
He was laying on the bed in his boxer shorts, like thinking. "Wait a minute,
we have to talk" he said "Do you know what have you done today? The possible
consequences? You must not lose yourself". I stared at him furious, the demon
inside me once again released "She's just a whore and doesn't deserve him, she
is much older than him and even more stupid!" I said angry. He was still on
the bed, cool. "He's your brother and I know that you love him", "And what do
you know?" I asked angry to Bran "You are just good at saving his ass!".
Saying that I in a gesture of fury I raised my leg and put my foot on his
throat "I would kick your ass too Bran!!". He tried to catch my foot but I
scraped it back. He raised up, jumping on his feet. "Anne? It's enough. Stop
it". He walked toward me slowly. I saw his powerful body, his large shoulders
and arms coming and instinctively stepped back, soon reaching the wall behind
me. He approached me, closer and closer "Do you want to fight?" he asked in a
whisper, icy as always in these situations. I looked at him bottom-up, like
the first time we have wrestled. The truth is that we did it many times since
then..my inner dominant voice saying that I had to submit him soon or later,
to make him sorry, to shake his firmness and show him who was the strongest
sex in the couple. He walked closer, now on me. The fact is that I couldn't
win, I couldn't outwrestle him in any way. I fought hard against him and I
have lost, all the times. That very room was the witnesses of my screams for
submission, pleasure and pain while he was playing with me. I felt the
warmness of his body on my skin. According to my experience that feeling went
along with pleasure or pain, or both. He was just too strong for me and was a
natural-born fighter. Each time that I've tried some wrestling and fighting
hold on him he retorted with the same applied more effectively. Sometimes I
have put him in trouble but I've regretted it soon afterward. With me he had
discovered a sadistic side of his personality and I have discovered that I
loved being submitted by my man as much as I would have loved for the opposite
happening. I looked at him. He was still staring me with the hands on his
hips, his beautiful face, his masculine body threatening my naked femininity .
I felt the chills on my back and got wet. "No, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I
don't wanna fight". He smiled "You are going to call them and apologize, ok?",
"Yes Bran..ok.." I said hugging him. I felt his strong hands that took me and
carried my naked body on the bed.

The end