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Heather’s Barbecue Beatdown
By Stone Kidman
While cleaning out the basement of my father’s house I found a box of unlabeled vhs tapes that turned out to be old family wrestling videos. This one had a special backyard Fourth of July match between my busty older sister Heather, who was then only eighteen, against our top heavy aunt Donna.
Dad was filming from ringside as I saw our other aunts and uncles sitting around on folding chairs, some with styrofoam plates of food and others drinking beer, while grandma was acting as referee but she didn’t seem to be taking her job too seriously. Both grandma and Aunt Donna were wearing black swimsuits, though Donna’s was more low cut so her giant 44F cups were almost spilling out, while Heather entered the ring wearing a lavender one piece.
My aunt was nearly six feet tall, something like 5’11” and though she was a little thick I’d guess her weight might’ve been 180 or so because her arms and legs looked toned as well as her flat tummy. Heather meanwhile wasn’t a slouch at 5’08” and 137 pounds with a 36DD, her jet black hair cascading down to her mid back just like our aunt; she likewise had a soft but flat stomach. Neither proved to assist her at all as Aunt Donna brushed past her mother and clobbered my sister, balling both fists up and slamming them down on the back of Heather’s head as she stepped through the ropes.
“Ohh, she looks down for the count,” said one of my uncles off camera, I think it was Dave, as I watched my sister get hauled up off the mat by her hair. Donna yanked Heather into the corner, my sister shrieking as she tried to get her feet under her while being dragged across the mat. The brunette would pause to swing a slap across the teen’s face that echoed across the backyard like the proverbial Independence Day fireworks while Heather tried to free her hair.
When they finally neared the corner, Aunt Donna drove her knee into my sister’s left tit, popping it out over the front of her lavender swimsuit. “Argh,” Heather grunted before calling our aunt a bitch. I thought this type of language would be normal in a match but Aunt Donna seemed to take exception as she grabbed my sister by her throat and held her against the turnbuckle.
“What did you call me,” the older woman bellowed and hammered several punches at Heather’s abdomen. My sister made animated faces as she had the air driven out of her before Aunt Donna tossed her niece across the ring with a hairmare. Heather lay on the mat, one hand rubbing her scalp and the other clutching her throat, when she was pulled upright by her hair again. She had no chance of counter attacking since Aunt Donna just scooped my sister up and power slammed her to the mat, bringing her own body down with extra momentum.
“Foul mouthed brat,” I could hear my aunt mutter despite all the background noise of the wind and other family members talking, “need to teach you who’s in charge around here.” She pulled down the straps of my sister’s swimsuit, exposing both of Heather’s firm melons while trapping the teen’s arms, before she latched onto her opponent’s double D cups.
“Aieeee,” Heather squealed as she had her big tits crushed and clawed. It took her a few moments to free her arms before she tried to pry our aunt’s nails from her orbs. This only seemed to irritate the older brunette who would let go to slap my sister with both front and back hand attacks before Aunt Donna took a firm handful of Heather’s right orb and lifted the teen up off the mat.
“Ugh, let go you fucking cow,” my sister cried out but was quickly silenced with a knee lift to the belly. Heather’s legs seemed to give out as she fell against our aunt who instead locked my sister in an abdominal stretch.
“Enjoying the workout,” Aunt Donna asked sarcastically as she bent my sister nearly in half before latching onto Heather’s right breast again. My sister’s screams permeated the backyard and suddenly everyone began clapping and cheering on our aunt who twisted the teen’s melon like she intended on popping it.
“Give up?” grandma asked, leaning in to where my sister had her head being bent back by her long dark hair. Finally Aunt Donna grew bored and unlocked the hold only to flip my sister over with another hairmare. Heather rolled over to rub her back and cup her aching tit.
“Ready for a ride, you teasing whore,” Aunt Donna asked as she kicked my sister in the back so she flopped over onto her stomach. The older brunette sat down on the teen’s lower back before pulling Heather’s head up off the mat by her hair. From where dad was sitting, I could see most of my sister’s dark curls sticking to her sweaty face before Aunt Donna reached around to claw up her niece’s boobs.
“Ahh! Oh god! I’m gonna fucking kill you bitch!” Heather swore while her feet kicked impotently on the mat.
“Is that right, skank,” Aunt Donna asked before she switched to twisting my sister’s nipples. Her scream got even higher pitched, if that was possible, but with her arms pulled over our aunt’s knees she couldn’t escape the classic mammary recliner. Heather managed to annoy the brunette enough by trying to raking her nails down Aunt Donna’s thighs that she released the clutch; shoving my sister’s face to the mat with a handful of hair.
She must’ve hit her forehead because Heather didn’t try to get up or move as Aunt Donna turned around to grab my sister’s ankles. She bent Heather in a Boston crab, asking the teen if she was still going to flaunt her tits around other men after she squashed them flat. My sister continued calling our aunt a bitch, never learning a lesson as she tried to crawl to the ropes, when Aunt Donna walked my sister around the ring while in the crab.
“Fucking cheating bitch!” Heather screamed as her already sore breasts were given mat burn before Aunt Donna stopped to give my sister a wedgie when the teen got a leg loose and tried to kick the older brunette. “You call me a cheater, what’s this,” Aunt Donna growled as she pulled Heather up, one hand in her dark hair and the other driving the lavender swimsuit so far up my sister’s ass it disappeared between her cheeks.
The family erupted in jeers when Aunt Donna called her current boyfriend up onto the apron. She pulled my sister’s arm behind her back while keeping control of the wedgie and told the guy to use my sister’s breasts like speedbags. I don’t know why grandma or my mom let it happen, maybe they had grudge match rules which was basically anything goes because my aunt seemed pissed like Heather must’ve been flirting with her new beau—which is something my sister would totally do as she loved flaunting her tits for attention.
At any rate I could see from the other side of the ring as Heather was held up near the ropes where the dude had climbed onto the apron. He looked like he was in his forties with a beard, white polo shirt and aquamarine dolphin shorts since it was the eighties when this was filmed, as Heather wailed with every haymaker and uppercut the dude leveled at my sister’s orbs. Heather had been trying to pry at our aunt’s grip on the wedgie, jerking the swimsuit up higher to get my sister to stand on her tiptoes and thrust her chest out further.
I couldn’t tell but maybe Aunt Donna had Heather’s other hand trapped while tugging on the wedgie but either way my sister took at least a dozen blows to her breasts until a final uppercut smacked one of her melons in the teen’s face and her legs gave out. My sister was on the mat in a fetal position, cradling her tits and sobbing softly, while Aunt Donna and her new boyfriend kissed overtop of Heather as though she wasn’t there.
“Let’s finish this,” our aunt said after the dude returned to his seat, “so I can put you to good use keeping me and Jim entertained.” I watched Aunt Donna lift my sister’s limp body up in a bearhug, she positioned Heather’s face between her bountiful cleavage while simultaneously crushing and smothering my sister. The older brunette walked to the center of the mat as I watched my sister slowly fade before Aunt Donna dropped down and slammed Heather’s crotch across her knee with an inverted atomic drop.
*Ohh, the crowd groaned in unison as my sister bit her lip to keep from screaming while both hands rubbed her twat. Aunt Donna walked around and planted her ass over my sister’s face, pulling Heather’s arms back to pin them under her knees, before reaching forward and digging her nails into Heather’s swimsuit.
AHH! My sister’s muffled screams were obvious as she tried to buck our aunt off, the brunette caught Heather’s thrashing leg as she continued with her crotch claw. She was unable to verbally submit let alone tap out with her wrists pinned under our aunt’s thick knees so Heather suffered the pussy clawing for seventy five seconds on the video until she passed out either from the pain or being smothered by Aunt Donna’s plump ass.
At any rate, she stood and had her hand raised by grandma who then gave Aunt Donna a collar and leash to use on her niece. It showed her putting it on my sister and slapping Heather awake before dragging her out of the ring. It was partially blocked by the ring but I could see Aunt Donna forcing my sister to blow Jim, her new boyfriend. The top of my sister’s head came up and down into view and I’d hear the occasional squeal as it looked like Aunt Donna was clawing my sister’s tits as she yelled at her to, “Take it deeper, slut, all the way!”
The video cut off but presumably her and Jim would’ve fucked my sister’s tits until she needed an ice bath to take down the swelling. Needless to say I doubt Heather ever tried to take on Aunt Donna by herself again.
