Chapter 6

“Are you boys having fun?” Buffy was standing over us looking down at us. I could tell she thought we were being immature. We often rough housed like this when she was in charge of things, and she always acted the same way – condescending as if we were immature.

Freckles seemed annoyed. She was still a little wet from her shower. Her pussy was red from shaving, and it seemed as though she may have been crying a little. She didn’t look sad now though. It was more like she was sad about something and was now just sniffling and getting over it.

Bubbles on the other hand seemed amused to have caught us in the middle of a wrestling match, and was ready to get to the next thing.

I had been patient and reluctant to be strict with the girls (for a variety of reasons) including my general lack of confidence and even with my parent’s guidance I was still testing the waters of what it was like to be the boss. I felt Buffy and Freckle’s reaction to catching us was unfair.

What was I supposed to do? Stand there stoically like a robot-boss waiting for them to return so that I could follow the schedule my parents gave to me? “Beep-Boop-This-is-Lucas-Tron-2000. I-am-your-boss! – Please-return-to-your-designated-ass-kicking-stations-for-mandatory-ass-kicking!” I stood up and imitated the drone-like voice of a cyborg designed to punish bad little girls.

At first, the ITBC seemed puzzled and even more annoyed. Georgie didn’t get what I was doing either. I waddled back and forth like a stiff automaton on robot legs.

“Ass Kicking or ass Licking? I guarantee I am going to like one station much better than the other,” Buffy joked that she’d rather be put in an ass licking station where someone could kiss her butt.

“Ass-Licking-Does-not-compute-Logical-Entropy-Error! Over-ride! -Over-Ride! Danger! -Danger!” I kept a straight face until I was right in front of Buffy. Then I dashed forward and grabbed her tits and squeezed.

“Hey, watch it,” Buffy wasn’t expecting me to savagely reach up and just grab her tits like I was trying to squeeze the juice out of a pair of lemons with my hands. I put her in a headlock and brought her to the ground without hurting her. She was bigger than me and she didn’t resist – not at first.

“You aren’t supposed to do this,” she said. That made me think that I should. “I am not! You are,” I said. I pushed my knee down on her right arm and forced her left hand to slap herself. I tried to make her pick her own nose, but she was stronger than I thought.

Georgie realized what I was doing and began to copy my robotic voice. “George-2000 activated. Robotic-Brother-Security-Over-Ride-Alpha. Red-Alert-Assistance Required!”

He tried to wrestle both Freckles and Bubbles. Freckles was caught largely off-guard and went down on her butt. Bubbles knew what Georgie was trying to do and she grabbed his arm and began to fight back.

We didn’t throw punches at each other. We wrestled and the girls wrestled back. We were a tangled mess of two boys fully dressed and three naked teenage girls.

Buffy had no idea if I had lost my mind. I was just lucky I had her pinned. The first time I played the bongos on her bare-tummy until her stomach turned pink while singing “pink belly! For Buffy Smelly! Pink belly! Who ordered the pink belly! Special delivery!” she laughed out loud.

She struggled to get me off of her and flipped me on my back. Georgie was having an even worse time trying to control Freckles and Bubbles.

“Combo Move,” I shouted to Georgie. He knew what I was talking about because we’ve played around long enough to have created some special Brother’s only moves that work only in our minds.

“Back to Back Brothers! Initiate!” Georgie and I pushed our backs together. In theory, we were able to take on all attacks from all sides without any blind spots. The girls were up on their knees or standing at this point as we crouched and prepared to take them out. Georgie and I circled slowly while keeping our backs together and our hands up.

“What are you doing?” Freckles laughed at us.

That’s when I pushed forward and shouted out another of my signature movies. “Dragon Punch!” I said as lunged forward with a punch that only works in my mind when my brother and I fight imaginary enemies together. Freckles was able to easily dodge out of the way. She even snickered as I whizzed past her and crashed into Buffy’s torso.

She didn’t notice that Georgie was following up with a Bicycle Kick. This is a clumsy wrestling move where you try to kick the air as if you are riding a bicycle. It is guaranteed never to work in real life unless you are a real bad ass. Georgie completely failed to land it and that was probably good because he might have really hurt Freckles if it had landed. He did manage to knock her off her balance and land on her chest.

“Purple Nurple Time!” I called out. I locked both thumbs and forefingers from my hands around Buffy’s sizable nipples and began to twist while trying to keep her pinned on the ground with the weight of my body.

I soon felt Bubbles jumping on my back, grabbing me around the throat with her arms and pulling me back. She peeled me off Buffy. I was able to easily use the momentum to force Bubbles onto her ass with her legs spread apart. “Pussy slap!” I shouted as I slapped down on the pink, wet target Bubbles accidentally presented to me.

There was a moment where Bubbles pretty blue eyes locked into mine. I thought that was it – I’ve gone a bit too far. I did not know why I was doing this or even what I was really doing. I was caught up in the moment.

That impossible second between the time my hand landed on Bubble’s wet, freshly shaved pussy, her eyes flicking up in shock and outrage seemed to last minutes. I was relieved when her reaction was to say “Hi-Yaa” and kick with both of her feet to send me flying back into Buffy. Buffy was coming up behind me.

Freckles and Georgie were wrestling. Georgie had size and years of practice fighting against me. He was a natural athlete. He had Freckles cradled so that her legs were pulled up to her chin and he had one arm under her knees. He had his other arm around her shoulders as he folded her together and forced her chin to touch her knees. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Then he began to tickle rapidly poke her with his finger – jabbing it between her ribs or into sensitive, soft parts of her body (not her pussy or asshole).

That would come shortly after I declared “This is no fair! There are three of you and only two of us!”

Bubbles and Buffy were getting the best of me, and they had started working together against me. It was much more difficult when they coordinated and worked together.

“Hey, you started this, I don’t even know what you are doing,” Buffy was half-laughing. I noticed she was slightly distracted by my right hand. It’s my dominant arm and I was using it to try to land what I call a scorpion punch. It comes in high, but it’s got a stinger on it. I didn’t really plan to PUNCH her though. It was flashy but impractical. Georgie knows that my next move is only going to be lunging in low and trying to take him down.

Buffy didn’t.

I rushed forward, brought my left hand up and connected with her pussy. I didn’t mean to do that. I meant to grab around her crotch. However, I pushed them and finger into her pussy and that REALLY distracted Buffy. She didn’t think I’d do that. I brought her to the ground, pinned her and began pinching one of her tits with one hand and her clit hood with the other. Dad said it was the most sensitive part and I thought if anything like a penis that would work.

“Grab them by their most sensitive parts,” I told Georgie. Bubbles was trying to free Freckles.

“What do you think I am doing?” came his exasperated cry. Bubbles was hanging on to one of his arms like a girl sitting on a see-saw. He had one finger up her butt as she tried to pull him down. He had his other arm around Freckle’s chest trying to stop her from wiggling free. He inserted his fingers into her mouth and tried holding it open so she wouldn’t bite him.

We struggled like that until we were all exhausted. The girls got in a lot of good swipes, and kicks on us. I got kicked in the crotch a few times. They pulled my hair, pinched my nose and even pinched my nipples a few times. Georgie had a couple bite marks but nothing that broke the skin.

However, they got the worst of it. Their bodies were red with slaps all over. I don’t just mean butts. Their pussies were red anyway because they all had freshly shaved. However, they had slap marks on their ribs, boobs, inner thighs. We pulled their hair, pinched, even tickled them.

No one landed a punch even though a few were thrown. No real damage was done. No one got gouged.

“What was that for?” Buffy was breathing heavily as she laid back against the bathroom door where we had been struggling with each other and wrestling.

We were all breathing heavily, and an unspoken truce was called where we stopped. Everyone looked at me for an explanation – I wished I had one.

Dad would have had some justification. I could have rattled off something about how the pain makes them more inclined to recognize their mistakes, or the brutality of our fearsome fighting skills was meant to awe them and put them in their places (they would have laughed. We didn’t really win. It was a draw at best).

It wasn’t sexual even though Georgie had sunk our fingers into their pussies and slapped them. He had put a finger in Bubble’s butt.

“Not everything has to be a punishment or a chore. It was just an impromptu wrestling match,” I said defensively. I felt the girls would be mocking me.

“It was fun. I just didn’t know the rules or that you were going to do that,” Buffy smiled. I could almost smell her adrenalin as she thought about round two happening.

“You won’t,” I said. I was just making it up as I went. “Georgie and I are going to attack you when you least expect – that’s the only time you should expect it!”

I had watched an old movie called the “Pink Panther” once. In the movie, the bumbling French inspectors asks his trusty manservant Cato to keep his wits and combat reflexes sharp by constantly trying to ambush him in his own home.

The result is comedic hijinks as Cato and Clouseau destroying the Inspector’s apartment in these mock combats. I drew a little inspiration from that.

“Okay, and we can fight back, Sir?” Freckles asked as she rubbed her sore nipples. She didn’t have big tits – but they certainly were hard enough to cut diamonds now. The girls stopped calling us Sir when they were fighting us. I loved the panic and confusion on their faces.

“You did, didn’t you?” I spoke. “The rules are that you don’t have to call us Sir when we attack you. Only open handed slapping, no punches to the face, no breaking the skin when you bite, no spitting in each other’s mouths!”

They were basically the informal rules that Georgie and I had about wrestling. I didn’t mention that we almost never actually landed a punch or a kick because they were usually these impractical, over-the-top, marital arts or wrestling moves that never work in real life.

“You can punch us? On the cunt?” Bubbles scrunched her nose and looked down at her sore pussy with a nervous expression.

“Only open hand slaps on the genitals,” I decided without thinking it through. I didn’t think this would be a regular thing. I was already regretting telling the girls we’d attack them at random.

“You didn’t just slap me on the snatch. You tried to pick me up like a bowling ball,” Buffy held up three crooked fingers to illustrate how someone might insert them into a bowling ball to pick it up. She was expected call her pussy something dirty -I liked it when she said snatch.

“Pinches are okay too,” Georgie added to the rules. “If you are too slow to get out of the way of the bowling ball move then you get rolled,” he added as he flexed his crooked fingers into a claw like version of the three finger clench Buffy just showed us.

“We can slap you guys in the balls too?” Freckles asked us both so technically she wasn’t addressing one of us and didn’t have to say Sir.

“If we are naked,” I started to say. I didn’t want my sisters slapping or punching my nuts and I definitely didn’t want them digging three fingers into ME to pick me up.

All three members of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee balked at that and told me it was unfair. They were right.

“You are being punished, so it doesn’t have to be fair,” I held up a finger before adding that they hadn’t let me finish. I was actually stalling because they were right, and I was wrong. I just didn’t want to admit that. “Sometimes we’ll ambush you in the hallway when you least expect it. Ambushers have an advantage. Sometimes it will be a robot death match like that one, other times it will be one versus one! We might have a nude match, and you can do anything to us that we can do to you. There are other times we might blindfold you and tie your hands behind your back but limit ourselves only to slaps and no wrestling holds.”

“How does that work if our hands are tied behind us, Sir?” Freckles asked politely. “We can’t do anything to stop you.”