Wrestling my stepsister

Then, one day when I was in the living room reading, she walked in and said “Come on, let’s wrestle.”

“Like last time?” I laughed. “Don’t think I’ll be so easy to beat.”

“Let’s go,” she said. “Loser has to lose his or her pants for an hour.”

I laughed. “OK, if you want to walk around bare-butt, I ain’t stoppin’ ya.”

She put one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. “You seem pretty confident, for someone who lost last time.”

I got up and faced her, grinning. “Yeah, well, that’s cause you kicked me in the balls. Are we allowing ball shots in this match?”

She thought about that for a second. “I don’t want to injure you,” she said, “So let’s say, kicks and knees to the balls aren’t allowed, but I can grab them.”

I laughed. “OK!” I said. “Any other rules?”

She thought some more. “No kicking or punching at all. Just wrestling. And no, like, poking eyes or something.”

Sounded reasonable to me. “So when do we start?” I asked.

“Now!” she suddenly yelled, and dove for me.

We wrestled around for a while, and I quickly got the better of her. She was surprised how strong and quick I was when I was really trying. She made two grabs for my balls, but got nowhere close. So much for that tactic. I pinned her, then let her up when she tapped out.