MY SISTER’S PUNCHING BAG

My name is Matt. I’m 13 years old. This story is about my relationship with my 15 year old sister Jessie. We’ve always been close, starting when I was two and she would dress me up like a barbie doll (thank god I don’t remember). Just recently, Jesse and I have been getting into huge arguments and fighting. By fighting, I mean she’d throw me on the ground and punch me mercilessly until I cried my eyes out (did I mention her friends were always around to see this???) Since I turned twelve, I have been jerking off relentlessly to anything I could dream up, and the only thing that kept popping up were thoughts of my sister’s long blonde hair that tapered to her shapely waist… She loved wearing too tight tees that stretched over her 36C tits, and short shorts that cut directly under her round, firm ass. Today was no different as she walked into the kitchen this morning wearing a baby blue tee that could’ve easily come from baby gap, and short khaki colored shorts. Mom and I were already eating. “What took u so long getting down here young lady?” Mom said as she began making Jessie a plate of pancakes and eggs. “Obviously, the princess figured she should be awaken with breakfast in bed!” I stated. “Hmm…Fuck you.” Jessie replied as she charged towards me. Now let me describe my dear sister. She’s 5 foot seven feet of pure fury! And to my mere 5’5” of scrawny muscle, she may as well had been playing ball for the NBA! She’s a thicker girl, but thanks to volleyball & softball, she’s thick in all the right places. And when she gets angry, you can swear her crystal blue eyes were fire red! Jessie moved so quickly I barely saw it coming: she tackled me right off of my chair, straddled me, and began her merciless punching session. Now I gotta admit, her warm body all over me, touching me (even though it was punching)…it felt good.