The next day Jennifer dropped by to visit Linda.
“Are you here to kiss and make up?”, Linda asked sarcastically.
“No, I came to find out something if you were lying last night.”
“When?”
“When you said you weren’t afraid of me.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why did you back out of fighting me?”
“I didn’t ‘back out’. I just didn’t want to ruin the party.”
“As if any party were ever ruined by two hot girls catfighting.”
“You think I’m hot?”, Linda asked, more than a little embarrassed at how her sister’s
remark pleased her.
“Geez, talk about insecure. I’d like to think I had something to do with that.”
“It’s not funny.”
“Yes it is. You should see the look on your face when you get really mad at me and know
you can’t do anything about it.”
“We’re not kids any more. I’m not as helpless as you think I am.”
“Prove it.” Jennifer took a folded piece of paper from her pocket and tossed it at Linda.
“What’s this?”
“That’s the address of a vacant apartment a friend of mine said we can borrow anytime.
So, are you in.”
“I’m in.”
“Good. Is this Saturday good for you?”
“Fine. Now, what do we wear?”
“I’ll leave that up to you.”
Linda thought for a moment. “Do you still have that black and yellow bikini?”
“The one you and your boyfriend both wanted to rip off me?” Linda nodded, although
he had not actually been her “boyfriend”; he was a boy that insecure adolescent Linda
had had a crush on, and had had finally worked up the nerve to invite over. Everything
had been going smoothly until Jennifer came home and decided she just had to model
her new swimsuit for her sister. “I’m pretty sure I have it somewhere. I would never get
rid of anything that pissed you off that much. And you can wear that black string bikini
that you think makes your butt look so cute.” Linda tried not to show it, but she knew that
Jennifer knew her dig had gotten to her.
“I don’t care what she says. This does make my butt look good,” Linda said, as she
stood in front of the mirror in her black string bikini. She heard a car horn. Looking out the
window she saw her sister getting out of her car. “What’s she doing here?”, she thought,
rushing to pull her clothes on over her bikini. As usual Jennifer barged in without knocking.
“I thought we were meeting at the apartment,” Linda said.
“Change of plans. I thought we could go out for some pre-catfight drinks first.”
"Trying to get me drunk before we start, huh?”
“I figured I have to do something before you come to your senses and back out.” They
drove to a neighborhood bar about a block from the apartment where they were having their
fight. It was early so they easily found a table where they could talk in private.
“Did you get any sleep at all last night?” Jennifer asked.
“Not much,” Linda admitted. “How about you.”
“You know me. I could never sleep the night before Christmas. By the way, we haven’t
discussed anything about rules yet.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“You tell me. Is there anything you want to avoid during the fight?”
Linda thought for a minute. “No choking. And I don’t want to get punched in the stomach.
How about you? Is there anything you don’t want me to do?”
“How dumb do you think I am?” Jennifer laughed.
“Damn it! I don’t believe I fell for that!”, Linda yelled, smacking herself in the forehead
with the palm of her hand.
“Careful, sister dear. Please don’t beat yourself up before I have a chance to.”
They finished their drinks and walked to the apartment building. The apartment they were
heading to was on the third floor. While they waited for the elevator Jennifer said, “Your
boyfriend must already be up there waiting for us.”
“WHAT?”
“Oh didn’t I tell you? I invited your boyfriend to watch.” The elevator doors opened. They
stepped inside.
“Do you have anything else to tell me before we go up?”
“Yes. You left your bikini in the car.” Linda groaned and stepped out of the elevator. She
had taken about five steps toward the front door before she remembered she was wearing her
bikini under her clothes. She spun around just in time to see Jennifer smile and wave at her as
the elevator doors closed.
Linda decided to take the stairs rather than wait for the elevator to return. As she climbed
she began to have serious second thoughts about the fight. If Jennifer could get her that flustered
just walking together what would happen to her when the fighting started?
Linda hesitated a moment before the apartment door. She took a deep breath and walked in.
Jennifer had already disrobed. Linda immediately realized she had made the right choice for her
sister’s attire. The mere sight of Jennifer stretching in her yellow and black bikini, pretending to
be completely oblivious to the effect she was having on Linda’s boyfriend, caused Linda to forget
all her second thoughts. Suddenly it was all she could do to hold back from attacking her sister long
enough to strip down to her own bikini.
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Linda and Jennifer were ready to start. Jennifer turned to Linda’s boyfriend and said, “Time me.
I’ll bet you that watch you’re wearing I’ll have her crying in ten minutes.”
“Your sister gave me this watch,” he replied.
“I know. That’s why I want it.”
“What do I get if you lose the bet?”
“Oh, I think I could come up with something you’ld want.”
“You’re on. Now go.”
Linda made the first move, grabbing Jennifer’s hair. “Cheater,” Jennifer protested. Linda apologized
and let go of her sister’s hair. Jennifer grabbed Linda’s hair and yanked her head back. Linda stomped
her foot in frustration at her own gullibility. “There you go again,” Jennifer laughed. “I told you not to
beat yourself up. I’m more than happy to do it for you.”
Jennifer got behind Linda and applied a choke hold. “Thanks for the pointers,” she said. Linda tried
unsuccessfully to break the hold. She began to panic. In desperation, without really knowing what she
was doing, she flipped Jennifer over. “Good move,” Jennifer muttered. Linda was pleased by the
compliment. She was even more pleased when she moved toward Jennifer and Jennifer instinctively
scooted back. It was not much, but it was one of the very few times her sister had really backed down
from her, and it was enough to encourage her to go on the offensive.
Linda dived headlong onto her sister. The carpet was not really padded enough to absorb such impact,
so her landing hurt but she did not care. The look of pain and fear on her sister’s face more than made
her own pain worthwhile.
The sisters were more alike than either wanted to admit. They settled into a rhythm, trading moves
punch for punch, slap for slap, kick for kick, and even scratch for scratch. Periodically one would let out
a loud moan, followed by a chuckle or a taunting remark from her sister.
As the fight continued Linda realized to her surprise and delight that her sister was doing most of the
moaning, and she was doing most of the laughing. “I’m having fun now,” she said.”
Jennifer braced her right arm on Linda’s left shoulder and kneed her in the stomach. Linda fell. “We should
hang out like this more often,” Jennifer said, kicking Linda while she was down.
Linda got back up and went at Jennifer again. She reached out to grab Jennifer's shoulder in order to
return Jennifer's move, but Jennifer sidestepped. Linda stumbled. Jennifer laughed, as did Linda. “What
are you laughing about?”, Jennifer asked.
“After all these years you’re the one running from me.”
“Running from you?” Jennifer faced Linda, one arm at her side and the other hand on her hip. “I’ll tell
you what. I’ve let you have your fun. Let’s just finish this right now.”
Linda stood right in front of her sister, mirroring her pose. "You've got it."
