“You do?” Bryan asked, intrigued. “How old is he?”
“Eighteen. It probably sucked for him growing up,” she laughed. “Any time I wanted something I’d just beat on him a little, and he’d never tell anyone cause he didn’t want to admit he couldn’t handle his little sister.”
“Sabrina didn’t beat me up,” Bryan rationalized, “she just went for my balls.”
“That’s beating you up, Bry,” Kasey answered. “It’s just the easiest way to do it.”
“So you want to wrestle?” Kasey asked again, after a few moments of silence. “I promise I won’t go for your balls, Bry.”
“You promise?” he asked.
“Ya I promise.”
“Fine,” Bryan finally gave in, “but if you hit my nuts I automatically win.”
“Fine,” Kasey laughed, “I won’t hit your nuts.”
Bryan definitely had his hands full with the younger girl, even without any blows to his balls. He had some experience wrestling around with his friends and was a bit stronger than Kasey. But Kasey was more limber and a more polished wrestler, eventually getting the better of Bryan, pinning him after about 3 minutes of grappling.
“Jeeeze,” Bryan exclaimed, breathing heavy as he sat on the floor defeated, “you’re pretty good.”
“Thanks, I’ve been practicing a lot,” she responded.
“You lost to a girl, Bry,” Sabrina rubbed in.
“Shut up,” Bryan demanded, “she’s good.”
“Go again?” Kasey asked. “Loser sheds?”
“What does that mean?”
“Loser sheds an article of clothing.”
“No way!” Bryan replied, “I’m not taking my clothes off in front of you.”
“Maybe you’ll win,” Kasey pointed out. “And you have it easy anyways. You’re a guy, who cares if you take your shirt off?”
“That’s true,” Bryan responded, too enticed by the chance of getting Kasey’s shirt off and winning back some pride points to resist. “Give me a minute to rest first.”
“Oh my god, I’m gonna videotape,” Sabrina announced, running upstairs to get her phone, finding Bryan with the upper hand as she came back down. “Don’t let him win, Kasey,” she encouraged, starting to record.
As Bryan twisted her in position for a pin, she surprised him with a knee to his balls, stunning Bryan’s body and buying her enough room to break free.
“Not fair!” Bryan insisted, now on the bottom of the scuffle, “we said no ball hits.”
“That was just for the first match, Bry,” she answered calmly while twisting him into an armlock from behind. “We never said that for this match.”
“Such bullshit,” Bryan groaned, trying to break free.
“You tap?” Kasey asked, now poking at Bryan’s nuts from behind. “You tap out, Bry?” she asked again, squeezing.
“I’m out, I’m out,” Bryan pleaded. “I tap.”
“Hahaha, yesss,” Sabrina cheered, still video taping from the sideline.
“Sooo dirty,” Bryan moaned, sitting up with a hand on his balls. “I’m not stripping for that.”
“You have to, Bry,” Sabrina insisted.
“We said no ball hits!” Bryan reminded her.
“You only said that for the first match,” she answered.
“Bry, do it,” Kasey urged him, kneeling in front of him with her hands on his knees, while he nursed his hurting privates. “We can go again, and I’ll promise no ball hits for this one.”
“You promise?” Bryan asked, lifting his shirt off.
“Ya, I promise,” Kasey answered, lunging at Bryan to start the next round.
Bryan was a fair match for Kasey, but she was tough to lock up, and with more stamina than the older boy she was able to wear Bryan down, eventually trapping him in a headlock that forced him to tap out.
“Jeeeeze,” Bryan groaned, laying frustrated on the ground, recognizing that he lost fair and square.
“Loser sheds, bro!” Kasey reminded him, tugging at the bottom of his pants, while she and Sabrina laughed.
“Shut that fucking camera off at least,” Bryan ordered, laughing a bit himself.
“OK fine,” Sabrina agreed, putting her phone back in her pocket and watching Bryan undo his belt and fly, leaving her brother stripped down to only his underwear as Kasey pulled his pants off.
“Haha, you’re a good sport, Bry,” Kasey told him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Yuck,” Bryan said, jokingly wiping the kiss off his face.
“Let’s watch Youtube videos,” Kasey suggested, pulling Bryan’s arm to help him off the ground and over to the couch. “I wanna show you what I was talking about.”
“He kinda looks like you, Bry,” Sabrina pointed out, watching the video with her arm around her brother.
“That kid sucks,” Bryan responded. “What a stupid example.”
“I love the pat on the back she gives him in the end,” Sabrina laughed.
“This one’s funny too,” Kasey said, playing another video.
“Oh my god, look at his bulge,” Sabrina observed.
“I know, right?” Kasey added.
“You shouldn’t be saying that, Sabrina,” Bryan scolded.
“Shut up, Bryan,” his sister responded.
“This one isn’t wrestling,” Kasey explained, playing another video, “it’s Jiu-Jitsu, but it’s awesome.”
“See how important it is to be flexible, Bry?” Kasey pointed out at 1m42s.
“Oh my god, I think she put her foot on his balls,” Sabrina noticed a few seconds later at 1m46s.
“He got so wrecked,” Kasey commented. “I feel bad for that kid.”
“Let’s watch something else,” Bryan groaned, “this is stupid.”
“Does it bother you, Bry?” Kasey asked. “To see boys losing?”
“No, it doesn’t bother me,” he answered, defensively, “I’m just sick of watching it. Girls are good at wrestling, I get it.”
“OK we’ll watch something else,” Kasey laughed, playing another video.
“Ball kicks? This is even stupider,” Bryan groaned, grimacing and moving his hands near his nuts as he saw the boy get kicked.
“I love how she comes back and kicks him in the butt,” Sabrina laughed.
“See, you’re not the only brother who gets it in the balls, Bry,” Kasey assured him, putting her arm around Bryan and noticing a bulge in his underwear. “Are you getting a boner, Bryan?”
“Oh my god, Bry,” Sabrina reacted, quickly giving a pinch to his nuts.
“Sorry!” he answered, covering as best he could with his hands.
“It’s OK,” Kasey insisted, gripping his erect dick from outside his boxer-briefs, the same loose and comfortable pair Sabrina picked out for him that morning, smiling as she moved her hand up and down and all over his package. “These videos made you hard, Bry?”
“A little,” he answered, sheepishly, puzzled that his penis was in the hands of a 15-year-old girl, too engaged in pleasure to stop it and not sure he’d be able to anyways. After a few more erratic tugs and twists, Bryan’s mouth dropped wide open.
“Oh my god,” Sabrina expressed, recognizing what was about to happen, that her brother was ready to jizz, bumping the heels of her feet into the ground in excitement as she watched a load of cum fill up inside Bryan’s shorts. “You just milked by brother!” she exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a boy cum before.”
“Me neither,” Kasey answered, laughing.
Deflated and breathing heavy, Bryan shriveled his shoulders forward with his hands over his junk, embarrassed to have just lost his load in front of his sister. “Don’t tell anyone about this, OK?” he pleaded.
“You’re so cute, Bry,” Kasey told him, cuddling next to him with her hands near his balls.
“Take these off, Bry,” Sabrina suggested, pulling at his drawers.
“NO!” Bryan responded, grabbing to hold on.
“They’re wet, Bryan!” Sabrina insisted, pushing a fist into her brother’s groin. “Take them off.”
“Oooof,” Bryan groaned, allowing Sabrina to strip his underwear, leaving him naked, wet from his semen and still with a semi-hard cock.
“I should probably get going,” Kasey said, standing up. “Can I have a hug, Bry?” she asked.
“No, I don’t like you,” Bryan joked, still covering his junk with his hands.
“Why?” Kasey asked, “I didn’t hit your balls once all day. Except with the softball, but that was an accident.”
“You hit me when we wrestled,” he reminded her.
“Oh ya,” she remembered, “but still, that was only so I could win, it wasn’t to be mean.”
“Fine,” Bryan answered, a little embarrassed to expose himself naked, but standing up to give Kasey a hug.
“I wish you lived here, Bry,” she told him, gripping her hand around his nuts and massaging as she hugged him with the other arm, building a full erection in Bryan and then driving a knee into his unsuspecting ball sac.
“Do it again,” Sabrina suggested, lifting Bryan from the ground and holding him from behind.
“Can I, Bry?” Kasey asked, holding her hands against the side of his naked body, feeling his tight butt as his sister held him.
“LET HER!” Sabrina demanded, lifting a knee into his balls from behind.
“OK,” Bryan answered, squirming, frightened and starting to convulse as he stood mostly limp in his Sabrina’s arms. “Do it.”
Kasey lifted the top of her leg flush into Bryan’s nads, leaving Bryan him fall forward into Kasey’s arms.
“Knockout!” Sabrina cheered, as she let go of her limp brother.
Holding him, Kasey lifted 3 more knees to Bryan’s battered groin, insisting “I’m sorry, Bry, I’m sorry,” each time, and then finally letting him fall to the floor, where he lay mostly face down, coughing, almost lifeless as his eyes filled with tears.
“Bye, Bry,” she told him, kneeling down to kiss the wounded boy a few times on the side of his neck while she rubbed his butt.
As Sabrina made her way to her bedroom (leaving her brother downstairs to wallow by himself), she noticed her parents pulling into the driveway. “Bry!” she called, running down the stairs. “They’re home!”
“Holy shit!” Bryan groaned, barely able to stand, much less move anywhere.
“Run upstairs!” Sabrina directed. “I’ll get your clothes.”
“Wow,” Bryan exclaimed, laying back on his sister’s bed, relieved. “Thanks for telling me.”
“You’re welcome, Bry,” she answered, laying next to her brother, fondling his balls and rubbing his dick, watching as an erection grew into her grip. “Sorry Kasey beat you up so bad.”
“That’s OK,” Bryan answered, thrusting himself up and down through her grip. “Oh my god, if you want. Please, if you want.”
“If I want what, Bryan?” Sabrina asked, smiling, stroking up and down, knowing exactly what her brother wanted.
Bryan’s legs twitched in excitement and his upper body lay almost glued against the bed. Soon a blast of semen shot over his shoulder, then on to his chest, then a few squirts landing on his stomach, both Bryan and Sabrina laughing as it happened.
Sabrina couldn’t help but stare and admire the beauty as her brother lay there, his naked butt pressing firm against the mattress, his hard abs interrupted by the soft bulge of his semi-flaccid cock, his balls showing off perfectly as his legs bent over the bed in a right angle down to the floor, while he lay back peacefully, drenched in his own fluids, enjoying the afterglow of a messy male orgasm.
“Goodnight, Bryan,” Sabrina told him, getting up to shut the light off, then rejoining her brother in bed. Bryan wouldn’t prove to get much sleep, as Sabrina used his body like it was her personal amusement park, bringing him to cum a total of 5 more times as he slept beside her.