Wrestling my stepsister

“OK,” I laughed, “Get em off.”

“OK, dude, but we gotta have a rematch,” she said, scowling with one hand on her hip.

I shrugged. “Any time you want!”

“Tomorrow,” she demanded.

“Fine by me,” I said.

With that, she nodded, hooked her thumbs in her waistband, and pulled her sweats and panties down and off. Amy had muscular thighs and a thin landing strip. I grinned.

“Anything you want me to do?” she asked. “Do a little dance, maybe?”

“Do you know any dances?” I asked.

She did one step of the “Walk it Out” dance, twisting her knees back and forth, which was hilarious given the fact that she was bottomless. Then she turned and strode out of the room, her solid ass swinging as she walked. For the next hour, as promised, she stayed bare-butt, and I just winked at her whenever I walked past. She snorted in irritation, but I could tell she wasn’t that upset…just hungry for revenge.

The next day, things went pretty much the same. Amy challenged me again, she tried for my balls but failed, and I pinned her. Again, she demanded a rematch, and I accepted. Again, she removed her pants and went bottomless for an hour. This time, I slapped her on the bare ass as I walked by, and she woofed in indignation.