>>5492216You smirk, looking for weakness in your brother's posture.
Little Willy grew up and now he thinks he can challenge you, Ha!
It's time for a lesson.
Going on the offensive is always risky, especially when you and your opponent are only wearing gloves for protection, but you advance with confidence.
With a little movement to the right to mislead, you nail him a right square to the cheek that makes him take a step back!
You quickly prepare another blow. It's like stealing a sweet-!
From one second to the next you are on the ground.
You feel like you've been hit by a bull. The pain seems to have been surprised too, because your cheek still doesn't feel it.
You look up in confusion, only to see another fist coming your way.
You quickly jerk your head to the side, redirecting the blow with your forearms, and stand up, still somewhat confused as to what happened.
You two exchange a couple of blows that barely miss each other, while looking at your opponent in a new light.
Will's face is red on the left side, with your knuckles marked.
You know you look the same.
Without thinking, you throw another punch, which luckily hits him in the chest. He snarls, sending a punch to your jaw.
You dodge him, already somewhat irritated that he can stay on his feet. <span class="mu-i">What did they feed you in the barracks?</span>
You let his punches roll around you, only taking one to the arm, hoping he'll make a mistake.
When he overextends one of them you leap forward, capitalizing on his lack of judgment, you lunge forward and punch him in the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs and nearly throw him down.
Not meaning to pass up the opportunity, you jump over him, landing on his lap, only to roll him over and wrap your arm around his neck.
Fighting against his strength is not an easy task, but that's when you get an idea...
When he tries to get out of your grasp, you press him against your breasts.
He instantly loses coordination in his desperation to escape, inadvertently helping you to hold him better.
"Haha, what you were saying, Willy? 'I'm not a little boy anymore'?" Smiling hurts a little, but it's worth it. "You have nothing to say?"
He tries to talk, which only makes it easier to keep him where you want.
For a second Will seems determined to resist, but then you feel his pat on your thigh.
When you release him he shoots out of your arms.
"That wasn't fair!" He says as he kneels, exhaling with difficulty.
You just stay where you are, on the grass, sore and tired. "Whatever you say little brother."
