Wrestling my stepsister

I got up after a few seconds, groaning. Amy walked over and patted me on the butt. “You want a rematch?” she asked.

I didn’t, not with the price of losing this high, but I said “Sure.”

So the next day we wrestled again. This time I gave it my all – after all, my balls were on the line! – and I managed to evade her grabs and pin her after a long bout. She did not want to submit, wriggling like crazy and shouting in rage, but eventually I immobilized all her limbs and forcer her face-down onto the carpet. Then I got off her, and let her up. She got up and grumblingly stripped off her sweats, then peeled off her top and undid her bra. Amy had very nice tits, big for an Asian girl, and she was pretty proud of them.

“OK,” I grinned, “When do I get my massage?”

Amy had me lay on the coffee table while she massaged me. I turned over on my back so I could watch her while she worked. This made her more embarrassed, especially when I started making “Asian massage parlor” jokes.

“Be careful,” she grumbled, “Or I’ll massage your balls.”