Bull: An MMA Stepbrother Romance (4 page)

“Okay!” Jake said. “Let’s roll. We’ll keep it simple tonight. Just a couple of basic positions. They are crucial, though, especially for a woman in a...a rape scenario. Let’s go to the mats.”

He led her to an area with blue grappling mats on the floor. The man hitting the speed bag had left. They were alone.

“Okay, lay down,” he said. “I’m going to dry off a little, I’m gross.”

No, you’re not, she caught herself thinking.

He grabbed a towel and she watched him rub down his massive chest and arms. The muscles of his abs rippled as he brought his arms up to dry his face and hair.

She laid on her back on the mats, unsure what she should be doing. She felt as if something was about to happen that had nothing to do with fighting.

“Right. There are two positions that look a lot alike, but couldn't be more different. I mean, as far as your fighting chances as the person on the bottom You need to know these, master them. Know how to go from one to the other.

“The first is mount. That’s when I am mounted on top of you. This is what someone does they want to beat you up. We’re going to have to get a little up close and personal here.”

“It’s okay,” she said. She knew she was here to learn some self-defense, but her mind would not let her get past what she really wanted. She was beginning to hate herself for it. He was her stepbrother. She knew that deep down what she wanted was not lessons, but for Jake to take her to the locker room and have his way with her. She tried to ignore the thought and focus.

Jake lowered his massive body over hers. He supported his weight on his knees, which straddled her chest.

“This is mount,” he said. “I’m going to put some weight on you. I want you to try to get out. Ready?”

“Yes,” she said.

He leaned forward crushing his entire body into her chest and face. It forced the wind out her and pinned her to the floor immediately. She flailed her arms and legs but was completely trapped. She looked up at him – the cocky bastard was enjoying this! He had her pinned, it hurt, and he was grinning ear to ear. 

He chuckled a little. “What would you do if someone did this to you?” he said as he ground his pelvis into her breasts. He grabbed her by the head and forced it down as he adjusted his position. It brought his crotch close to her face. “You see? I could do anything I want to you from here?”

His weight was crushing her and she had trouble breathing. She couldn’t help but notice how close her face was to his manhood. Visions of him forcing her to open her mouth filled her head. 

“Not a good place to be is it?” he said.

No, she thought...and yes.

He lifted his weight off her chest. “Okay, that was mount, that’s where you don’t want to be. Remember that feeling.” 

How could she forget?

He rose off her.

“Okay, spread your legs,” he ordered.

“Wha–excuse me?” she said in a moment of panic.

Jake laughed again. “Trust me, this is grappling. It’s not sexual for me.”

His words reassured her, but also deflated her a bit. It was definitely becoming sexual for her, whether she liked it or not.

She opened her legs to him and he kneeled between them as if he was preparing to enter her. She ached to think about that man getting between her legs for...other things.

He kneeled between them and scooted his massive frame up to her as he lifted her by the legs and pulled her to him. Their hips met in the middle and joined as if they were two lovers. 

“Okay, wrap your legs around my waist,” he said.

Lisa wrapped her tiny legs around his body. She felt small and powerless against him. If he was between her legs to rape her she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Who was she kidding? There was nothing she would even want to do about it. Why did her body keep betraying her this way?

“This is the guard. I’m in your guard,” he said.

She felt herself moistening and she involuntarily squeezed her legs around him tighter.

“Good, that’s good,” he said. “You have strong legs for a little woman. You have muscular glutes, that’s helping for sure.”

His praise triggered something in her. She realized wanted to impress him. Muscular gluts? Was he saying...?

“Now, to the untrained eye this position looks like the mount,” he continued. “It’s not. Yes, in both positions I am on top. In the first position, we were in, the mount, you are powerless. I've trapped your legs and hips under me. They're useless. Jiu-Jitsu is all about the hips. You have good, strong hips. You need to be able to use them.”

Good, strong hips? What did he mean by that?

“Now, in the guard, you have real fighting possibilities and I am in danger.”

Lisa laughed, “Danger, yeah, right.”

“I’m not kidding. You can make me unconscious from here if you know what you are doing. It’s easy, in fact.”

Lisa gave a real belly laugh at that. “Oh, I am so sure.” It felt so good laying underneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist. It was starting to feel natural. She found herself relaxing as she luxuriated in the warmth of his strong body against hers.

“I’ll show you,” he said. “Making me unconscious from here is the easy part. The hard part is getting me from mounting you to being in your guard. But here is the good news. A rapist doesn’t want mount. He actually wants to be between your legs! In your guard! Let him. Once he is there, you will choke that motherfucker out and do with him whatever you want.”

As Jake talked Lisa found herself believing for a moment that Jake might actually be able to help her. For the first time since she got to the gym, her mind had been not on sex, but on self-defense.

“Show me,” she said, eager to learn this magic.

Jake put his right hand on her neck as if making to choke her. With his left hand, he grabbed the waistband of his gym shorts.

“This is a position a rapist might be in. He’s between your legs. He’s pinning you down with a hand on your throat. He is fooling around with his pants or belt with the other hand trying to undress so he can fuck you. Makes sense?”

“Yes,” Lisa said.

“Grab the wrist I have on your throat with both hands.”

Lisa did as he said.

“Good, now, your right leg is against my left side. My left arm is low. I’m trying to undo a belt. It causes my left shoulder to drop. You've wrapped your legs  around my waist, but you have to release that grip and pivot your hips. Put your right leg over my left shoulder.”

Lisa relaxed the squeeze on his hips and threw her right leg over his shoulder as he directed. It brought her groin up close to his face. For a brief moment, her mind wandered off self-defense. She again found herself thinking things she should not think about her stepbrother. All he had to do was bend his face down and he could–

“Good,” he said. “Now, using your hips I want you to pivot out and lift your left leg up and over your right ankle. Lock it down tight.”

She threw her left leg up and put her right ankle under the bend at her left knee, then clamped down. His legs constricted his neck. His mouth was a mere inch or two from her mound.

His face reddened from the squeeze. “Okay,” he said with a strained voice. “That’s good pressure. This is a triangle choke. Now, I want you to turn just a little to your right side and press with your right leg. That closes my carotid artery.”

His voice cracked and his face went beet red. She pivoted her hips more to the side and pressed her leg into his throat.

“Is this right?” Lisa asked. It felt right. It felt like she hand him clamped down between her legs good and tight. She noticed she had real control on him and wondered if it would be possible for him to break free. His arms were strong. But the way her legs locked around his throat meant his arms would have to be stronger than her legs. It almost seemed to Lisa that if she could trap a man here, she could keep him here as long as she wanted.

“Ye-yeah, that’s...good,” he could hardly make words. He raised a hand and tapped her right leg.

He must want me to squeeze tighter with that leg, she thought.

She squeezed the muscles of her leg tighter and he tapped harder, faster. 

Suddenly the hand that was tapping her leg fell to the mat, limp and lifeless.

She squeezed harder still. What game was he playing?

After a few seconds, her leg muscles began to burn and she released the choke. When she did the entire weight of his body fell limp on her, smothering her underneath him. His head lolled to one side. He wasn’t moving or talking.

“Jake?” she asked as panic bubbled up within her. “Jake!” she yelled.

She pushed him off of her and his limp body fell to the mats onto his back. She looked over his frame for any sign of damage. 

She banished the thought. She needed to focus. She tapped his face. No response. She slapped a little harder. Still no response.

“Jake! Can you hear me!” she yelled in a full panic.

He was unconscious and not responding. Had she killed him? 

Remembering the CPR she had seen in the movies she bent her mouth to his. She pinched his nose as she forced a heavy breath into his lungs. It was a life or death situation, but she couldn’t help registering that his mouth tasted good.

She rose off him and took another deep breath. She bent to him, bringing her mouth to his again as she forced another powerful breath into his lungs. 

She lifted her mouth off his and inhaled deeply. She was about to give him another breath when she noticed his eyes were open.

“Jake? Jake, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Lisa,” he said with a groan and a smile. “I hear you, but you don’t have to stop kissing me.”

“Wh-what? Kissing you? I’m giving you mouth to mouth! You were unconscious!”

He laughed again. “Yes, I was unconscious. You choked me out. But last I heard you don’t need to give mouth to mouth if the patient is still breathing. Sis.”

Breathing? Had she not even checked if he was breathing? How could she be so stupid!

“I, uh, yeah, I panicked. Sorry about that.”

“Sorry? I’ve been choked unconscious a dozen times in this gym. But that’s definitely the best wake up from a choke I have ever had!” He laughed heartily as he rose from the mat.

“Okay, I didn’t expect you to get the hang of it that quickly. I should have taught you the most important thing. If your opponent does this,” he reached his hand again to her thigh and tapped it quickly three times. “That means they are tapping out. You got ‘em. They are admitting that you won. You can stop. It also means you’re about to either break one of their bones or you’re about to choke them out.”

“I’m...I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to tell me to squeeze harder with that leg, I–”

He laughed again. “No, your squeeze was perfect. I was losing consciousness. With a blood choke like that you see a dark tunnel and you know it’s about to happen. I could tell I only had a second or two.”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” she said, embarrassed. “That must have been so scary!”

“Yeah, it is a little,” he admitted. For the first time since she had met him she felt he was finally being genuine.

“But how did it happen so fast. That was just a few seconds. I can hold my breath for much longer than that!”

“Oh, it’s not a question of breath. You may not have noticed, but I was breathing just fine. It’s a blood choke, not an air choke. My body is breathing, but the oxygenated blood can't reach my brain. The carotid arteries are pinched. That kind of choke can knock you out in ten seconds.

“Here, get into position again. This time, don’t squeeze,” he said with a wink.

It was a pleasant surprise. Jake wasn't some total meathead. He actually knew a lot about this. She got underneath his body and wrapped her legs around his waist again. She replayed the motions that led to the choke and again had his face buried in her crotch.

“Okay, perfect,” he said. “Now, see how your right thigh is up against my neck? When you squeeze your legs together that thigh cuts off my left carotid. And see how you've pressed my right arm up against the right side of my face? Yeah, that shoulder and arm are pinching off my right carotid. When you squeeze, you pinch them both off and blood stops flowing to my brain.

“I want you to feel it again,” he said. “Give me a squeeze, but let go if I tap!”

Lisa smiled. “I will,” she said. 

She squeezed her thighs together, grinding her groin up into his face. It felt good having his head trapped between her legs like that. She could see his face turn beat red again.

Jake reached up and tapped her leg and she released the choke.

“Perfect,” he said. “Yeah, you’ve got a killer triangle choke. A lot of people have trouble getting a good squeeze. You’re a natural.”

Lisa felt pride swell within her.

“I think that’s enough for today,” he said as Lisa released her legs from the choke. 

He stood up and Lisa couldn’t help but notice his crotch. A thick bulge had formed. She looked up and noticed he had seen where she was looking.

He looked down and covered it, embarrassed that she had seen the start of an erection. 

“Sorry about that,” he stammered, “That’s unprofessional of me. That shouldn't happen. ”

It was Lisa’s turn to laugh, “It’s okay, Jake,” she said with a smile. But it was too good to let him off that easy. He had teased her mercilessly. It was her turn to tease him. “You know, though, I am your sister.” 

Jake smiled. “When your stepsister is as hot as you are and you wake up with her kissing you, it’s kind of hard not to–”

“I was not kissing you, you pervert!” she said as she pummeled his chest with fake hits.

He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her to him. The power she had felt a moment ago when she had him in the choke had vanished. She felt small and insignificant in his muscular arms as he held her to him.

His head moved as if he was about to kiss her.

They heard a jingle at the front door of the gym. Someone had come in. 

Jake backed up and released her.

A man came around the corner and saw them standing there.

“Oh, hey Jake!” he said. “You’re at it late.”

The man noticed Lisa. “Oh, hi there. I’m Donny,” he said.