Wrestling my stepsister

Amy, on her feet and giggling uncontrollably at my plight, reached down and grabbed the bottoms of my gym shorts, then yanked them down around my ankles. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She hauled the shorts off of my legs and held them up like a trophy. Groaning, I sat up, still massaging my tender – and now exposed – testicles. Amy continued to laugh at me and wave the trunks around. I sat down heavily on the couch.

“I win, I win!” Amy yelled, slapping me in the face with my own shorts.

“There goes your chance at having step-nephews,” I moaned at her. But already the pain was subsiding, and when Amy sat down next to me on the couch, I reached out and tickled her.

“Why’d you strip me?” I asked, more curious than annoyed.

“I don’t know, I just wanted a trophy of victory!” she answered. “Dude, are your balls OK?”

“Maybe,” I answered with mock seriousness.

“Here, let me feel them,” she said, reaching for my bare nuts.

“Get away from my nuts!” I yelled, slapping at her hand. “You’ve already caused them enough trauma!”