Fight with Brother-in-Law

It’s a pity it ended the way it did. I would like to have heard that you had beaten him! But a good story.

Whether fiction or loosely based on fact or personal experience, this well written story begs a further development of the characters andan extending the story line. I am not suggesting this would necessarily be an easy task, and has been addressed many time by professionals, writing is a solitary task and is not without significant effort. I nevertheless urge our story teller to push on and, as a prominent radio personality use to say, help us to understand the "rest of the story."

For what you have provided us so far, bravo! And, sir, thank you.

Thank you. I would like to extend the story, much of which, as you say, is loosely based on fact. Just not sure how far to go with it, but I do think about it along with many other story ideas. I appreciate your comments!!

Aw man. That’s a hot story.

very hot story

Thank you!

I sat on a chaise, sunning and watching my brother-in-law. Frank was lying back, his hands cupped behind his head. It was hard to reconcile his soft, flabby body with the fact he had secretly propositioned my wife for an affair on the side. There was no question my wife was more adventurous than her ultra-conservative sister, but that didn’t excuse him from trying to get my wife into bed with him. My wife shared her thoughts and said the idea of him coming on to her was gross. Frank was 5’7 and about one hundred ninety pounds, had man boobs, and no muscle tone in his arms and legs. If there was any stomach muscle, his belly hid any trace of it. As an attorney, he spent most of his time, like me, behind a desk. My career as an accountant had left me soft as well, but at six foot and two hundred pounds, my wife always complimented me on looking good.
My sister-in-law, Denise, came out on the deck. “Frank, I need you to bring up a couple of bottles for the water cooler,” she said.
“They’re heavy,” my wife said. “Let Avi grab them.”
“Frank can do it. Avi isn’t any stronger.”
“I think Avi could lift more than Frank,” my wife said.
“Frank could put your husband in his place if it came to it,” Denise said.
Her comment stung. I hated the idea that my wife might even question whether I was a better man than Frank. I stood up and walked toward the garage where the five-gallon jugs were stored. As I passed his chaise, Frank reached out and grabbed my arm.
“I’ll get them,” he said. He swung his legs over the side of his lounge and stood.
“They’re like forty pounds each,” I said, looking over at my wife. She smiled, nodded and made a flexing motion with her arm.
“Sit down, Avi, or I’ll have to put you back down on your chair,” Frank said taking a step in front of me.
“I doubt you’d be able to do that,” I said, and put my hands on my hips.
Denise let out a laugh. “I think you’d be surprised,” she said.
I made a move to walk around Frank. He put his hand on my chest, and I pushed it away.
“I said, sit down,” Frank said.
I tried once more, but he grabbed my arm and started to twist. I kept my arm rigid, but he turned and bent my arm, slowly forcing it behind my back. Pushing up higher, Frank drove me onto my knees. A grunt escaped my throat and Frank let go.
“Still think I couldn’t put you down?”
Embarrassed that Denise and my wife had seen him get the better of me, I stood up and reached out for his shoulders. I drove my foot behind his legs and shoved. Frank went to the ground, and I moved down on top of him. My bare stomach and chest pressed down on his. It felt weird. I pressed up with my arms and fumbled for his wrists. His upper arms jiggled as I pushed down and he resisted, trying to keep his arms up.
“You were saying, Denise,” my wife asked her sister.
I used my knees to straddle his hips and pushed down as hard as I could. I wanted to show the girls, especially my wife, I could handle him. It would prove my wife’s point that he was too gross to consider being with.
Frank bucked and strained with his arms. He kicked his legs. It was hard staying on top. All the squirming was making it difficult to keep his wrists pinned down. He bucked again. I slipped to the side, and Frank used the break to his advantage. He pushed up with his arm, and I found myself toppling onto my side. I still had one of his wrists in my hand, but he kept his forward motion going and rolled on top of me. I felt his crotch press down on mine as he pushed his forearm against my throat. I let his arm go and pushed up on his shoulders to relieve the pressure. Frank seized both of my wrists in his hands. I raised my arms up into the air, trying to pull them free, but he leaned forward and put pressure on forcing them down.
“Come on, Avi,” my wife called out. “Fight back. You can take him.”
Denise said nothing.
Frank pinned my left wrist by the side of my head. I desperately tried to roll him back over, but he used his hips to keep me from moving. I felt the strength in my right arm growing weaker. He drove my right wrist down and had both of my arms pinned over my head. I sucked in a breath and pressed up with my arms. I barely managed an inch or two before Frank pinned me back down. I hadn’t been able to keep his arms down, but he was completely controlling me.
“Avi?” my wife called out.
“Guess my husband is more of a man than yours,” Denise said. “He’s got Avi pinned like a girl.”
I heard her and started squirming harder. Frank kept me under him, riding my hips and letting me weaken the more I struggled. After several minutes, my arms felt like Jello. He crossed my wrists and took hold of both with one hand. He flexed with his right arm. Even with that, I realized there was no muscle definition. It was humiliating.
Frank looked down into my eyes. “Do you give?”
I didn’t know what to say. To surrender would humiliate both me and my wife.
“I asked you a question. Do you give?” Frank slapped me across the face
“Yes, I give,” I said as quietly as I could.
“Louder,” he said, pressing down harder on my wrists and forcing his crotch over mine.
“I give,” I said, feeling his hard-on pressed against me. “I give.”
“Who’s stronger?”
“You are.”
“Say it.”
“You’re stronger than me,” I said, feeling the wave of humiliation course through me. “You’re too strong for me.”
“That’s right,” he said, bringing his face closed to mine and whispering. “And now your wife knows who the better man is. We’ll see if she doesn’t submit to me now.”

Good story! Needs part 2 and for the brother-in-law to see how you get his wife.