Wrestling my stepsister

On the third day, however, I got sloppy. Pinning her had become so easy, I must have let up a little, because as I was about to win, she grabbed for my balls – and got em this time. I instantly realized I had lost, and tapped out before she could start squeezing my precious jewels. She danced around, punching the air and singing “We are the Champions,” before turning to me and pointing. “Get em off, get em off!” she ordered.

I grinned, only slightly shaken, and took my shorts down. My dick flopped out and Amy suppressed a giggle.

“You want me to do a little dance?” I asked jokingly.

“Go ahead!” she waved.

I laughed, and did part of the dance from Napoleon Dynamite. She covered her mouth and guffawed.

“Dude!” she gasped. “You look so ridiculous with your dork swinging around like that!”

I blushed, and crossed my arms over my chest. She walked over, slapped me on my bare ass, and then walked away, singing a song.

After that it was on. With the house just to ourselves, we’d wrestle maybe every other day. At first I won most of the matches, and Amy spent a lot of time bottomless, enduring ass-slaps from yours truly. Occasionally she managed to get me by the balls, and then I tapped out quickly, because when a girl has got your balls it’s over. That happened only a couple times at first, but Amy started developing some skill after a couple weeks, and it became much harder to beat her. She always was an athletic girl.