I would like to relate how my sister took my girlfriend from me.
I share an apartment with my older sister Karen, we of course argue about just about everything but somehow always manage to work things out. One day while my girlfriend Cathy was over Karen and I were going at it about something to do with the shower when out of the blue she said "I should just whip your ass and teach you a lesson."
I looked at her and answered, "If you think you're man enough my ass is right here" as I slapped my butt "Come and get it."
This didn't seem like a challenge my 5-7 tall 175 pound sister would be taking up anytime soon. Karen isn't into working out and has a pretty soft 35C-29-40 figure and with me being 6-2 tall and 210 pounds any contest looked one sided. My thought at the time was Cathy who at 5-9 tall and 200 pounds (I love big women in case I hadn't mentioned it) would be more of a match for my sister. Her 44DD-30-44, body is solidly built and she is fairly athletic.
My sister stood across the room from me and boldly said "Here I am, unless you're afraid of what might happen let's go."
Looking at Karen I thought to myself 'I'll just pick her up, put her on the floor and hold her down until she gets the message.' So moving towards her I said, "Let's see what you got hot shot."
I guess to say I was unprepared for what happened would be an understatement. Karen faked a move towards my head and I stepped right into a knee to the stomach. A second shot doubled me over. My sister then pulled my head between her thighs and I found myself in a standing head scissors. A couple of forearms to my back stunned me and when Karen dropped to her knees I dropped like a rock to the floor. Karen put her arms around my waist and pumped her double fist into my belly, further driving the air from my lungs.
Fortunately my mind was a blank except for the knowledge that if I wasn't able to get my breath I wouldn't be able to mount a counterattack. Otherwise I might have realized that I was getting my ass kicked by my older, smaller sister in front of my girlfriend. And I might have realized that Cathy was rooting for my sister.
Things took a turn for the better, or so I thought when Karen let my head slip free from her scissors before jumping on my back, flattening me under her. She then rolled off of me and I regained enough of my senses to get to my feet.