My brother Jake is on the wrestling team at school – and 8-0 so far for the season. His secret used to be that he’d watch porn for an hour before going to a match. Not jerking off or anything – just to get his blood up and his testosterone flowing. He’d jerk off after the match, of course.

I say ‘used to’, though. That’s because I caught him doing it mid-season. I didn’t tell on him, though. I told him that if he won his match, he could wrestle me. At first he laughed and reminded me we used to do that anyway when we were little, and how it wouldn’t be much of a motivation or challenge to pin his little sister. Then I told him what I meant by ‘wrestling’. And showed him some ‘motivation’. His eyes about popped out of his head.

Not only did he win his next match – he did it in the first two minutes. 

When it came time, later, for him and me to wrestle, I got ready right in front of him, getting into my ‘uniform’, stretching, right in my room, and then looked at him. He was still in his after-match sweats, bulging below the waistband, staring, I told him he had to get into his uniform, too, and he did, stripping almost as in a trance.

I think he still thought he was going to ‘take me down’. But my first move was sneaky. My clinch was going right for his cock, dipping under his grasp, and closing my lips around his hard shaft in one quick move. He reached down as if to grab and push me back, but as I took him down my throat his hands just came to my head and grabbed my hair. He tasted good. Clean from his shower. Hard, with a drop of sweet salt from excitement. He groaned softly as I relaxed and swallowed him completely as I’d taught myself to do on a couple test-boys in my class – he wasn’t the only one who’d been training, after all. He was bigger than them – which reminded me with a shudder this was just the warm-up – but it still worked.

He was backed up against my bed, so it wasn’t hard to push him onto it. Losing his balance and falling back made him let go of my head, and I took advantage to pull off of him, sucking hard, and then climb on top of him, straddling his muscled body. I grabbed his hands as he raised them, and looked down. His cock stuck straight up at me, and my pussy was right above, open and wet – and I hadn’t even touched myself yet. We both stared as I lowered myself onto him, no hands. It looked at first as if he wouldn’t fit, and would slip away along my slit, but a small thrust of his hips at just the right moment popped the head of his cock right into me, making us both gasp. 

We both froze and stared at my pussy stretched tight around the top of his cock for a few heartbeats. Then I looked up his body and caught his eyes with mine, and we stared at each other as I let myself sink down, all the way down on top of him. When I was sitting fully on him, his cock pulsing inside my completely stuffed pussy, I counted three, and told him in a gasping whisper that I won.

Then I started fucking him. Until we both won again.

The next tournament, he won his bouts even faster.

So yeah, my brother wrestles, and wins, but doesn’t watch porn anymore beforehand. He watches me. And when I wrestle with him at home, I always win with a pin. He says it’s because the match tired him out, but I know better. He’s not actually tired until I’ve squeezed every last drop from him.

Mom and Dad think it’s weird that he’s started calling me ‘Coach’, but we’re all pretty sure he’s going to be a contender for State champ this year. He’s a sure winner if I have anything to say about it. 

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.


  1. Definitely hot and, as always, straight line from start to finish.

    One thing jumped out just as I was moving right along along was the disconnect between “He was still in his after-match sweats” and “He tasted good. Clean from his shower.”

    Thanks for sharing the story.
    ~ JBB

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