Jeffrey and his big sister Kara were on the couch, sitting side by side, watching television in the living room. They were watching some made for TV crime movie that came on. The lead was a very sexy brunette woman, probably in her thirties, playing a strong and independent police officer. There wasn't much of a plot. The whole thing pretty much consisted of the woman taking down all kinds of criminals in all kinds of different ways; by gunpoint, car chase, fistfight, and even a few brutal groin kicks.
It was early July and they were right in the middle of a heat wave with a broken air conditioner and no fan. Both of them were steadily sweating profusely, their skin sticking to the leather furniture. Jeffrey was wearing gym shorts with no boxers, to let things air out, and an old plain T-shirt. He was in pretty good shape, having just graduated as the captain of the football team. His sister Kara had short black hair, was twenty one, three years older than him, and she was wearing short, black, cotton running shorts that just barely contained her muscular thighs and plump ass, and a sports bra constricting her medium sized breasts. Kara was shorter than Jeffrey, but was much stronger than he was. She practically lived in the gym, was a complete health nut.
Their father had left when they were little and their mother worked overtime all the time, was hardly around. Both of them being college students and home for the summer, they pretty much had the house all to them for three whole months, from sunup to sundown. So far, they had spent the majority of their time on the couch watching TV.
Then a particular scene in the movie came on that brought the two of them out of the trance that the slow plot had put them in. The policewoman had been interrogating a suspect that she knew was guilty and, after several attempts of trying to persuade him to confess, she decided to take a different approach to making him talk. She grabbed the suspect by the collar, lifted him up, pushed him hard up against the wall, reached down and clenched the young man's balls hard in her fist. The man, who was barely a man, just a kid, really, lifted up on his toes and whimpered. With his hands cuffed behind his back and his nuts in the merciless grip of the angry woman, he was completely dominated by her and would have to answer anything that she asked him if he wanted to salvage his squeezed testicles at all.
Kara snickered at the scene.
Jeffrey, still cringing from the initial shock, looked at her and said, "Jesus, how in God's name can you laugh at something like that?"
She gave him a funny look and said, "What are you talking about? That creep deserves worse, should have his balls cut off or something. Didn't you see him rape that poor girl?"
"Yeah, but I mean, still," he said. "That's just not right."
"And raping that girl was?"
"Of course not, I mean . . . I don't know," he shifted on the couch and said, "Besides, that would never happen in real life."
"The girl getting raped?"
"No. What she is doing to that guy."
Kara looked at her little brother and said, "Oh really? And why is that?"
He shrugged and said, "It just wouldn't. First of all, she legally wouldn't be allowed to. Second of all, that guy let her grab him like that way too easy. In real life any man would over power and stop any woman that was reaching for his balls, handcuffed or not."
She smirked and said, "Do you really think that?"
"Of course," he said. "Men are built different then women are. They're naturally stronger."
Kara turned the TV down and said, "Would you like to bet on that?"
Jeffrey gave her a funny look and said, "How?"
"You and me. I'll try and grab you down there, hard, and if you can stop me, you win, if you can't, I win."
He thought about this for a moment and then said, "But you don't have any money."
"No . . . but, tell you what. If you can stop me, since you are only eighteen, I'll go and buy alcohol for you and your friends all next semester, whenever you want. If you have the money to give me, of course."
He scratched his cheek, pondering, and then said, "And, hypothetically speaking, if you were to win, what would I have to do for you? I don't have any money either, and I'm younger than you. I don't really have much to offer."
Kara thought about this and then, smiling, said, "Since giving your manhood a squeeze will probably be a good deal punishment in itself for, you could just kiss my ass and we would call it even."
"Kiss your ass? What does that mean?"
She teased and said, "It means just that."
