Christmas time is here and Giada Lowder, up and comer at Donnovan LLC, is manipulated by her boss Walter Donnovan and her new lover Charlotte Weiger to sign an agreement to participate in Secretly Sadistic Santa or "Triple S". The "Leadership Training" that mixes the delight of the widely popular holiday game with the sadistic practices of a BDSM Master/Mistress. At the same time she has positioned the company for two property acquisitions totally near a billion dollars of potential revenue. She has completed submissive, punishment, self-torture and body submission training all while making mad love to Charlotte. Chapter four is a flashback to where she and her secret Santa, brother Joey, crossed a line in the past...several lines.
April 2015
"You're 25 pounds of muscle bigger than me Joey!" Giada Lowder protested, the 22 year old law student back from break, fending off her younger brother (18 year old Junior in HS) who had just won his 2nd state championship. "For Christ's sake, I'm NOT wrestling you tonight!"
"Come on Sis!" He said, hand fighting her trying to gain leverage in the basement of their childhood home, a workout room designed and used through their youth. "You're the only person in the world I haven't beaten."
Joseph (Joey) Martin Lowder was born on the fourth of July 1997 to Catherine (Callie) and Dustin Lowder, his older sister Giada, 6, beaming at the possibility caring for the new infant instead of her dolls. The sad reality of that situation came six months later when Callie was killed jogging on a back road in their rural town.
Dustin, a wrestling coach and high school math teacher, took his grief and used it to fuel professional ambitions, protecting his heart through hours at school and in the HS wrestling room, and training Joey. Giada and her brother were always at practice, an after school daycare perk, playing in his office, then using the time to play and participate in practice.
The moment Joey was eligible to compete in youth wrestling, Dustin had him preparing and entered in local tournaments.
Joey needed a partner to wrestle, and though she was 10-15 lbs. heavier most of the time, Giada trained right alongside Joey, even entering a few tournaments when then needed a to balance brackets. It became apparent her beating the young boys did not go over well with the other parents, so that ended after they realized how good she had gotten. Giada didn't care that she couldn't compete and by age 15 she would only wrestle him at home in their basement since he had other partners in youth wrestling.
None could compete as well as Giada, who learned how to beat her younger sibling and kept one step ahead of him, listening to her father wanting to keep her dominance. Years later, in interviewing at Donnovan Real Estate Holdings, LLC. she cited this as her drive to be the best and better than everyone at everything.
"Tonight's not the night I'm giving you that one last chance," Giada said, pushing down on Joey's head, something he hated and it rilled him up.
"Damn it Sis! I'm not letting you off the hook that easily," Joey said and shot the leg, getting her ankle. She collapsed on the floor, laying on her back and with her hand mimicking the slap an official gives when you're pinned.
"There, you won, happy now!"
"Shut the fuck up..." Joey said, dejected, climbing over her and heading upstairs knowing she was not going to wrestle. He thought for sure she'd want a piece of him after his state championship like she had beaten him the year before after his first.
Giada laughed, watching him climb over her, his legs so much stronger, her torso and body developing. He had been wrestling at 126 until this year and had a hard time staying at 133 this year. Dustin, their father, projected him at 165 next year since he was growing so much. She had been able to use her weight advantage and her technical advantage, but since she had trained in five years, his skills were now at a peak.
"He's so lean," Ashley Meyer, her college roommate said, having sat in the corner of the basement watching them spar, coming to support Giada at the tournament, but drooling at the high schooler who had turned 18 recently. "He doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"No, not A girlfriend, several girlfriends," Giada said, glaring at her for leering over her younger brother. "You're four years older than he, stop it."
"So he's not tied down is what you're telling me."
Ashleys eyes were still at the steps where she last saw him, the t-shirt pressed tight on his body, flexing and relaxing wrestling his sister in front of the young woman.
"Let's head downtown before your drool floods the basement," Giada said, grabbing her hand taking her out of the trance the young man put her into.
They met Dylan, Giada's finance', downtown and several of their friends from high school. Dylan was in Giada's class, but didn't approach her until their junior year at Iowa and he was working while Giada finished law school. They didn't know it that night, but they met catalyst to their divorce five years later, Kyler Stoop, that night who eventually would interview at Dylan's company and seduce him, leading to Giada walking in on Kyler mounting Dylan in their marriage bed.
They all crashed at Giada's place, Joey getting up and fixing pancakes and bacon for the group who was scattered in to basement on couches, blow ups and the one bedroom. Dylan clumsily mounted Giada, quietly cumming before passing out leaving her unsatisfied. Kyler and Ashley made out a little while Kyler's brother and girlfriend (Jarred and Leslie), passed out too drunk to do anything and were on the couch.
"Rise and shine" Joey said, turning on all the lights, Ashley embarrassed getting caught in just her bra and panties, Giada coming out in a robe that was half open.
"Jesus Sis, cover up!" Joey shouted and poked the shoulders the two on the couch, relentlessly making noise and prodding people until they staggered upstairs for food. Their father Dustin, was gone running a youth tournament in a nearby town, his side work after the season ended.
The pancakes were woofed down, everyone took turns in the shower and watching "Yellowstone" while Joey and Giada cleaned up.
"I'll settle with just wrestling you off the record," Joey said to Giada clearing dishes, who rolled her hungover eyes at him, not even answering. "Suite yourself..."
He left, having a workout regimen to follow even in the offseason. He wanted to keep the weight off and make sure he was a three time state champion at the end of next year so he would get his choice of schools to wrestle at on scholarship.
Everyone left and Ashley decided to leave early with Kyler, the house empty except for Giada and Joey, she putting the basement and guest room back together, Joey in the workout area going through his shoots and rolls. She was finishing up and he appeared in the door shirtless, his singlet rolled down, he loved working out in it, the bottom tight.
Giada had gotten a bottle of water and turned to see him in the doorway, staring at her. It was the first time in her life she saw a man instead of a little brother, the sweat glistening on his toned body, 4% body fat she thought. There were definitions of each muscle pushing against the skin and her eyes betrayed her and slipped down seeing the outline of his cock against the singlet in his crotch.
His eyes caught hers looking down and then shooting up to his embarrassed.
"Ummmm, you're growing up..."
"Yeah.."
Giada walked past him into the wrestling room, she had left her coat there, her libido not satisfied from the night before, Dylan's pathetic entry, grunts and orgasm, the images now in her clouded mind of an adonis in her presence while needing some sort of physical release.
A dangerous combination. She turned to him.
"Off the record?" she asked, alluding to his offer to wrestle and not count the result.
"Of....." He felt the drive of a familiar shoulder on his leg. "SHIT!"
Giada shot his leg, pulled him up and even though he had 25 lbs on her she had him on the mat and scored a take down, putting him on his back for a moment and locking in his leg with hers, while slipping an arm under his and around his neck. She used to be able to immediately reach down, get the other and put him in a cradle quickly, but she wanted to roll him for back points and let him up.
"Two points you little imp!" she declared
She noticed how much stronger he was immediately, his skin slick from sweat, his lower body had gained most of the mass, she had the lead for just a moment, flattening out, freeing his leg and before she knew it he slipped out, around and had reversed positions in frightening quickness she was not prepared for, her hangover not helping.
"Tied 2-2
and now I'll end it quickly."
He was so much stronger now, Joey slipped an arm between her legs, she felt the strength of his back, he had controlled one hand and before she knew it she was in a cradle, at his hands, for the first time. His arm rubbed between her thighs, the bicep tightening, forearms across her breasts, she was in a t-shirt, sports bra, shorts and light panties, the sweat absorbing into her shirt, her shoulder blades hitting the mat.
"One, two, three, four..."
Joey counted the back points, she struggled, keeping at least one shoulder blade off the mat.
It was in an instant she felt it, again her hip as he pushed her down to pin her, perhaps it was finally having her in a position ready to beat his older sister, but she felt the erection.
From the doorway she heard a hand slap the wall.
"Pin!" Their Father declared, Joey releasing Giada, who fell to the mat. "So the streak is over!"
