I definitely shouldn't have slept with my wife's sister!! II

I really was regretting sleeping with Aubrey; not just because of the fight that was about to happen, but mostly for hurting my wife’s feelings so much. Honestly, the sex hadn’t even been that great - Aubrey's beautiful and has a killer body, but she’s the type of hot girl who thinks that just showing up and being attractive is enough; she’d dead-fished me as I laid on top of her. Of course, even if the sex had been mind-blowing, I felt terrible about hurting my wife, and I wanted to just forget everything, but I wouldn’t be able to do so just yet - I had to come along and watch my wife fight with her little sister.

They’d be fighting over at Aubrey’s house in her living room. Debra got dressed in an orange bikini under a light sundress, but she stopped me before we left: “Hold up a sec. You’ve gone and proved you can’t control yourself, so you’re gonna have to nut before we go over there.”

“What?” I sighed. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“No…”

“All right, start jerking off.”

“But -” before I could even finish protesting she’d pulled my pants and underwear down, but of course I was totally limp. “Right now?!”

“No, genius, eight months from now. Get this thing hard!”

“It’s not that ea -” she grabbed my cock and started rubbing it with just her fingertips. I started getting erect, but I guess this wasn’t fast enough for her as with an annoyed grunt she dropped to her knees in front of me, running her tongue over the tip. That did it as I got rock-hard in her hand.

“What were you saying about it not being easy? Sheesh. Now are you gonna jerk off, or I can do it for you, but it’s gonna happen either way.”

“I’ll -”

“Nah, on second thought, it’s going to take you too long. Just cum as quick as you can, okay?” With that she took the head into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue, working my shaft with one hand, the other teasing my balls. She had me pushed up against the front door, and I braced my hands on her shoulders as she stared up at me. When I was going to finish, she pulled her head back, switching to a fast, two-handed grip, barking “Hurry up, I don’t got all day!”

“Here it comes,” I gasped.

“Yeahhhhhhh, there we go,” she gloated, opening her mouth wide as I started shooting long jets of cum. I leaned back against the door as she worked me through my climax; this felt great until she didn’t stop. “Gonna get aaaaaallllllll that nasty spunk out of ya.” True to her word, she kept working my cock beyond the point of pleasure, milking out as much as she could as I feebly pushed on her shoulders. She let me slump down to the floor as she got a towel and cleaned herself up; I was still there as she finished and loomed over me.

“Am I gonna have to carry you out to the car?”

“Yes,” I gasped. She didn’t even blink an eye, yanking my pants back up and buttoning them before scooping me up and carrying me like a baby out to the car, laying me across the back seats, then getting in the driver’s seat. I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into, cursing my moment of weakness for the thousandth time as I stared up at the car ceiling on the way to Aubrey’s. When we got there my wife offered to carry me inside, but I told her I could walk, and in we went. Aubrey had cleared her large, bright living room of all the furniture except a folding steel chair; I sat in it and they cuffed me up, a set of handcuffs on my left and right ankles each attached to the chair legs, my arms pulled behind me and cuffed as well. I could shift a little bit, but I couldn’t get up. I thought this was overkill, but nobody asked my opinion; the sisters were already sniping at each other as they stripped down, my wife to her orange bikini bottoms, Aubrey to a set of frilly black panties that looked like they wouldn’t survive a hard tug.

Just to look at the two sisters, it didn’t seem like it was going to be much of a fight. Aubrey’s an inch taller than her older sister, but where Debra is thickly built with powerful limbs and a strong core, Aubrey’s downright willowy with long, thin arms and legs; Deb has wide shoulders and hips where Aubrey’s are narrow, and her breasts and butt were also much smaller (but cute and well-proportioned). Aubrey has more delicate features - big eyes, a small nose and a pouty mouth. They do have the same gold hair color, but Debra’s was worn long in a simple fan in back, bangs in front where Aubrey had her wavy hair down to her jaw, cut fashionably asymmetrically, tucked behind her left ear.

“Well, we gonna do this?” Debra barked.

“Sure,” Aubrey agreed.

Debra rushed her little sister, looking to grab her; Aubrey simply faded backwards and stopped my wife in her tracks with a kick between the legs. Debra screamed and fell forward, not the best start to the fight. Aubrey rolled her eyes at me before pressing her advantage, laying down on the floor above Debra and preparing her next move. Aubrey was on her back, my wife on her chest, as the younger sister trapped Debra’s head between her legs and started squeezing. Debra reached up to try and pull her sister’s legs apart, but Aubrey grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the floor, and it looked like my wife was in big trouble less than a minute into the match, her face pressed into her younger sister’s crotch. She managed to escape by getting her legs under her, then starting to stand up; Aubrey had to give up the scissors, releasing my wife’s wrists as well and rolling backwards and up to her feet as Debra climbed to her knees. Aubrey charged her, aiming a kick at her face; I screamed a warning and my wife just managed to duck, throwing herself to the side as Aubrey went past. By the time she managed to stop and turn around Debra was back on her feet, fists up. The women closed and Deb opened with a wickedly fast left hook that her sister barely managed to dodge. Aubrey came back at her with a knee aimed between her legs, but my wife jumped back, leaving her sister to hit air. Unbalanced, Aubrey couldn’t get her guard back up before Deb darted forward, nailing her opponent with a monster clothesline, my wife’s arm smashing into her sister’s neck with so much force Aubrey flipped around it, hitting the ground on her back, gasping and holding her windpipe.

Debra reached down and pulled Aubrey up to a sitting position, controlling her head with a strong grip on her hair. She drew her other hand back for a punch aimed at her little sister’s face, but before it landed Aubrey surprised her with an uppercut slap between her legs. Debra screamed, releasing her opponent and stumbling backwards, covering her crotch. Aubrey hopped to her feet and followed her older sister, getting a two-handed grip on her bikini bottoms, then yanking them up in a painful-looking wedgie. Debra danced on her toes, trying to minimize the pressure, her hands fruitlessly trying to pull her bottoms back down.

“Her wrists!” I yelled. “Get her wrists!”

“Quiet!” Aubrey screamed over her shoulder. It was too late - Deb had her wrists, and was able to pull her sister’s hands away. For good measure she spun Aubrey around, applying a vicious double hammerlock that had her little sister squealing. Aubrey tried to bend over to minimize the discomfort, but Deb outmuscled her, pulling them both down to a sitting position on the floor, then switching holds to a sleeper, her strong right arm pressing against her sister’s neck, her left arm grabbing Aubrey’s left wrist and pinning it against her side. For good measure my wife added a bodyscissors around her sister’s flat stomach, and I sighed with relief as it looked like the fight was over; despite having an arm free, Aubrey was helpless, ineffectively slapping her older sister’s arm and legs. She gradually gave up on this, then stopped struggling altogether; by the time her tongue lolled out of her mouth in a waterfall of spit, it was clear there was no escape for her, and her body went limp as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Deb finally released her, carefully, making sure she wasn’t playing possum; she wasn’t, knocked completely out.

“Woooooo!” I cheered. “You got her, babe! Come untie me.”

“No, I’m not done yet.”

“C’mon, she’s out cold. You won.”

“She’s got to surrender!” my wife yelled at me. “It don’t count unless she gives up! Besides, I ain’t taught her a lesson yet. You remember what I did to you, you think she’s gonna get off any easier?”

“Okay,” I sighed. Debra sat down on her sister’s stomach, slapping her face until she started coming around with a groan.

“You awake down there?” Debra screamed. “Didn’t think I was finished, didja? How about I punish these little man stealers!” With that she delivered a double chop to her sister’s boobs, slamming the edges of her hands into Aubrey’s tits. Her sister shrieked, her breasts smashed flat against her ribs; she still had some fight in her as instead of covering her chest, she reached up and applied a double breast claw on her older sister. Debra returned the hold, both women hurting as they crushed each other’s tits. Despite my wife’s strength advantage, she was getting the worst of this; Aubrey just had more to work with, and the pulling, twisting tit-squeeze she was attacking Debra’s chest with was clearly quite effective as my wife hunched over in pain, even at the cost of weakening her own attack on Aubrey’s smaller boobs.

Aubrey won this part of the fight, and by the time she heaved her big sister off her, my wife’s tits were wrecked. Debra came to rest on her back and I could see her boobs swelling painfully, angry red marks where her opponent’s fingers had dug in. I yelled for her to get up, but she was temporarily helpless as Aubrey got up, panting. She straddled her sister, reaching down to slap her face a few times, making sure she was awake for what came next. Aubrey dragged Deb over to where I was sitting, unzipping my pants and sliding them down - I hoped that with me sitting, this would be more difficult, but one hard yank and she had them down to my ankles. Aubrey positioned her older sister on her knees in front of me, smirking at my hardness - I couldn’t help myself.

“Looks like your man’s enjoying the show!” Aubrey taunted. “Now since you can’t please him,

let me show you how it's done!" Aubrey grabbed two handfuls of my wife’s thick hair, using it to force her mouth onto my cock; Deb gagged as her younger sister pushed her head all the way down, my balls hitting her chin. Aubrey yanked Debra’s head up and down, drool oozing out of my wife’s mouth. After a dozen strokes Debra managed to recover enough to escape, slamming her elbow back into her unprepared sister’s stomach; Aubrey stumbled back, covering her midsection, as my spitting mad wife turned to face her. Debra chased her little sister, aiming a huge overhand right, but she was brought up short as Aubrey slammed a desperate kick up between her legs. All the gas went out of my wife as she collapsed on her right side, holding her crotch and sobbing softly. “Yeah, you like that?!” her sister shrieked at her. “You ain’t gonna be fucking for a month when I’m finished with you!” She laid some mean kicks into her older sister’s back, then came over to me: “Ahh, now don’t you worry. I’ll see to you while she’s healing up.” She reached down and grabbed my hard cock, still lubricated with her sister’s spit. “Isn’t that right?” I didn’t say anything, staring down at the floor as she started jerking me off. Her other hand went under my chin, tilting my head up so I had to look into her smiling face; then she kissed me, leaning down from her standing position, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t do more than lean my head back away from her, which she didn’t like, giving my face a hard slap as she kept jerking me off.

I made eye contact with my wife; she had stopped crying, her eyes now blazing with fury. She slowly got to her feet as her younger sister kept working me over. Debra came up behind her, grabbing her bottoms looking to return the wedgie her sister had inflicted - but where my wife had on sturdy bikini bottoms, Aubrey’s flimsy panties, which looked like more delicate frill than anything else, snapped almost immediately. Debra stumbled backwards and Aubrey turned to face her. The women faced off and I almost couldn’t bear to watch, guessing the younger woman was going to unleash another dirty move. Aubrey’s strategy seemed pretty simple; she couldn’t match her older sister punch for punch or throw for throw and wasn’t even trying, instead using the dirtiest tactics I’d ever seen. Unfortunately it seemed to be working rather well - my wife has a strong, powerful body, but Aubrey kept hitting her weak points; no matter how tough Debra is, she was still getting hurt soaking up hits to her breasts and knee strikes and kicks to her pussy.

Aubrey unleashed a new move as the women closed; Debra aimed a right into her sister’s stomach, but Aubrey brought her up short as she jammed her right thumb into her sister’s left eye. Debra screamed, turning away from her sister and holding her face, leaving Aubrey free to unleash another crotch kick; Debra dropped to her knees, mewling in pain. Aubrey lined up a punch to the back of her big sister’s head. I knew my wife couldn’t take much more punishment; I had a scary vision of her getting laid out on her face from this hit and not getting up again.

“Aubrey!” I bellowed. She stopped to look at me. “Bring her over here, make her finish what she started!”

Aubrey slowly lowered her arm, a mean leer spreading across her face. She grabbed Debra’s ankles, and I winced as my wife screeched in agony, her sore tits dragged across the carpet. Aubrey pulled Deb up to her knees again, fitting her mouth over the tip of my cock. With a cruel laugh she pushed her sister’s head down, taunting her:

“This is what your husband wants, bitch! You’re just our fuck toy!” I just hoped Debra would forgive me after the match when I explained I was doing this to buy her time to recover; it looked like she’d have a considerable amount to forgive me for as this felt better than I expected. The first time Aubrey had been focused on making Debra choke on my cock, but this time she kept my wife’s lips higher, sometimes slipping over the tip, and I was squirming in my chair pretty quickly. Debra braced her hands on my thighs, helping me along by running her tongue over my crown; that finished me pretty quickly as I shot into her mouth. Debra sucked it all up, then ambushed her sister by pushing off my legs, turning, and spitting my cum in Aubrey’s face.

Aubrey was caught completely by surprise, yelling in shock as she covered her face too late. Debra punched her hard in the stomach, and I could hear Aubrey gasp at the impact. She aimed a knee between her older sister’s legs, and Debra had to back up to avoid taking another crotch hit. The women faced off cautiously, Aubrey still with my cum and her sister’s spit coating her face; my panting wife unfortunately looked much worse. She was covered in sticky sweat, her swelling tits now sporting a nasty rug burn on top of the previous punishment, hunched over from the repeated crotch hits, her left eye still blinking erratically from her sister thumbing it. As they closed Aubrey went back to the move that had worked well all match, faking a high jab, then darting forward with a kick aimed at my wife’s pussy - but Debra was wise to this, ignoring the fakeout, catching her surprised sister’s leg, rushing forward and nailing Aubrey with another monster clothesline. This one hit her square on the jaw and Aubrey went down with a strangled shriek, landing stunned on her back. She rolled over, starting to get up, only to scream in pain as my wife landed a vicious stomp to the back of her head. Debra reached down to pick her sister up, and my heart pounded as Debra actually lifted her up over her head, holding her little sister in the air for a second, then slammed her down back-first over her knee. Aubrey screamed at the impact, then rolled off her big sister’s knee, mewling pathetically.

“Holy shit!” I yelled. “Don’t kill her!”

“Aah, she’s fine,” my wife scoffed. “Ain’t the first time I’ve used that on her. Right?” She kicked her moaning younger sister. Debra pushed Aubrey over onto her right side, going behind her, bracing her foot against her sister’s back; she grabbed Aubrey’s right arm and right leg, pulling her into a bow shape as she bent Aubrey’s back with her foot. Aubrey screamed, unable to escape, thrashing on the mat as Debra flexed and released the hold. My wife worked this until Aubrey was reduced to a moaning mess, then released her, only to roll her little sister onto her chest and sit down on her back, facing her feet. Debra grabbed her right ankle with both hands, pulling Aubrey’s leg up off the ground, applying a hellacious looking single-leg Boston crab; Debra quickly had her little sister’s leg pulled so far back Aubrey’s toes were tickling the back of her head. Unlike the crab I’d applied to my wife in our own match, here the victim wasn’t strong enough to just power out; I saw Aubrey pressing her arms against the carpeted floor, but she quickly gave up on this when it didn’t work. She ended up pounding the floor in frustration, wailing as Debra stretched her. I could tell from her crying face, eyes squeezed shut in pain, that the wrenching agony Debra was inflicting on her back had finally broken her; there was no fight left in the little sister, just numbing, helpless pain.

“I think she’s had enough, babe,” I suggested. I didn’t see any point in hurting her anymore.

“Is that right? You had enough?” Debra asked casually, switching the hold to one hand, using the other to pull on her sister’s hair, yanking her head up off the floor. “Don’t matter to me either way.”

“I give up,” Aubrey sobbed. Grinning widely, Debra released her, although she couldn’t resist turning to face her beaten opponent’s head, grabbing her hair and rubbing her face into the carpet a little bit. She left her sniffling sister laying on her chest as she got the keys for my cuffs; she undid them all, but told me to stay put a little longer, walking over to Aubrey, who looked up at her in defeated fear. Debra got the beaten blonde over her knee and started giving her a spanking, relishing her sibling’s wails as she tanned her hide. Debra extracted a half dozen sobbing apologies from her little sister before she finally let up, laying Aubrey down on her back, sitting on her stomach and drawing her fist back for a punch; Aubrey flinched and she laid off with a laugh, reaching down to tweak her sister’s nose.

“Now, are we gonna have any more trouble?”

“No,” Aubrey mumbled.

“Am I gonna have to come back here and whoop you again?”

“No.”

“Good. Well, then, I’ll see you at Thanksgiving!”

On this weirdly friendly note, my wife got dressed and we left her beaten sister, crying on her carpet. We did see her at Thanksgiving, and I never was tempted to sleep with her again (although I did enjoy her raspberry jam. Not a euphemism - it's really tasty.)