A kid gets completely owned and stripped by sister. Embarrassing Story.
It started when I was 13 years old. I was a quiet shy kid just starting 8th
grade and I had gotten into a fight at school. I was getting picked on which
happens a lot in middle school and I decided to do something about it. I ended
up with a swollen eye and cut lip. By the time I got home, I looked pretty
bad. My mom saw me and wanted to know what happened. I had to give her a
complete detailed explanation before she would even get me ice and a cloth for
my face. At the time, I thought her reaction was odd. I couldn’t put my finger
on it, but I felt she was looking a little funny as I explained things. But I
was young and I let it pass. My dad had already moved out by then so it was
just my mom and my 11 year old sister named Jessica.
At dinner that night, my mom was telling Jessica about my story and again I
was confused. She actually seemed to be enjoying it somewhat. Jessica just
listened patiently. She was always the better listener of the family. In fact,
she was the better everything. Even though she was 2 years younger then me,
she was far smarter, a better athlete, more friends, everything. So naturally,
hearing my mother and my little sister discuss my fight at school was not
something I was enjoying. Of course, nothing like that would ever happen to
Jessica. She was extremely pretty and popular and was already hanging out in
better crowds then I was. Her perfect hair and clear blue eyes, not to mention
her gymnastics toned body, would have guys fawning all over her in a couple of
years I was sure.
When she finished telling the story, Jessica said that there was a new martial
arts school that opened in our town and some kids from her school had joined.
My mother got all excited and thought that would be the perfect thing for her
son and in fact, her daughter too.
We started jujitsu and grappling lessons the next week.
We both joined together, but I was put in a higher class so we did not train
together. Every Friday for about 6 months, my mom would drop us off at the
dojo and we’d each take our class and then she’d take us to dinner after.
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