Chapter 3 - Tale of the tape
The following day, Edward headed to school early, excited to tell Jason that his sister had agreed to meet up. As soon as he arrived, he saw Jason standing outside the entrance. Edward approached him quickly. "Dude, that worked brilliantly! Alice agreed to fight Maggie!" he exclaimed, overjoyed.
Jason grinned. "I know, right? I was half afraid it wouldn't work, but it was incredible; I hate you, but that was some fucking legendary acting, bro!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you, dude," Edward replied cautiously, "but like, we're only halfway there, yeah, we still need to get your sister to agree to fight Alice."
"Bro, that'll be simple; I'll just tell her about the plan and that she can't back down from Alice," Jason said.
"No, that won't work. You have to make her actually WANT to fight." Edward explained. "Because if she doesn't want to fight, it'll be pointless; she'll try to find a way to de-escalate the situation, and my sister would still agree to that."
Jason shook his head. "I know my sister, dude; she's never said it, but I know she doesn't like Alice; she'll want to fight her no matter what."
"We are so close; do you want to risk it now by being lazy?" Edward venomously snarled, "This is precisely why you will never be the district's honour student."
"Fuck you. I just don't have an obsessive-compulsive personality disorder like you, fucking nerd," Jason responded. "But it's cool. We can just do the same shit we did with your sister to get her pumped," he added.
Edward nodded cautiously, unsure if he was being told he was correct or being insulted. "Hmm, okay.. yeah.. let's do that..," he said as the boys headed for class.
The day seemed to last an eternity. The boys couldn't stop daydreaming about what was about to happen. Edward was thinking about what his sister should be wearing during the fight. He was also wondering what she would look like when she was sweaty and covered in bruises and blood. He imagined what would happen if she was defeated after a long and brutal battle. Would she accept defeat gracefully? Or would she protest and demand another round? Finally, he pondered her reaction if she won the fight. Would she be pleased that she had destroyed her adversary? Or would she feel remorseful and guilty for hurting Maggie?
Jason was also thinking about his sister. He knew he still had to convince her to fight. He tried to picture himself trying to convince her that she had to fight. What would he have to say? Would he be able to convince her? Or would he fail miserably? In any case, it didn't really worry him because the end result was inevitable. They were definitely fighting. Jason had a premonition, he could feel it in his bones, and there wasn't a damn thing he would do to stop it.
Edward and Jason met in the parking lot after school. "Man, I am so pumped to see this thing play out," Jason said. "I hope I can convince Maggie."
Edward gave a nod. "So where do you want to do it?" he asked.
"Somewhere private and secluded," Jason suggested. "Like an abandoned building," he continued.
Edward nodded in agreement.
"Do you want to lead, or should I?" Jason questioned.
"Lead the way," Edward said.
They began walking towards the city's downtown, which had the majority of the abandoned buildings. They walked past the old post office and into a small alleyway between two large office buildings. The boys continued to walk past several deserted warehouses until they arrived at the end of the street. A warehouse stood out among the other structures. It was massive, made of brick and concrete that had been painted white decades before. A graffiti artist had sprayed a large red cross and an anarchy symbol on one wall. The walls were daubed with obscene symbols and other writings that made no sense to Edward. He shivered. This was one hell of a place.
"I guess this is it," Jason said.
Edward gave a nod. "All right, let's go in."
They entered the dark warehouse. Steel shelves stacked with boxes and crates of various shapes and sizes lined the walls. It was a maze of alleys between the stacks, lit dimly by fluorescent tubes suspended from the ceiling. They moved deeper into the warehouse in search of a suitable place for the fight. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they found it. It was ideal. It was a long, narrow corridor with a high ceiling. It was narrow enough that you had to walk through it in a single file. The floor was made of wooden boards, which would provide a little cushioning for anyone who fell. The dimensions would force you to face your opponent and make it difficult to attack from behind, which was important because Edward still didn't fully trust Jason not to intervene if Maggie lost. Another feature of the corridor was that it obstructed the girls' ability to leave. They'd have to either go past their opponent and their brother (a tall order) or turn tail and go past their own brother. Edward didn't think the sisters would do or be allowed to do that...
The boys began clearing out the corridor, moving the strewn-about boxes and items. It was a brilliant location. Edward couldn't have asked for a better situation. They secured the area after clearing the corridor by tying the door shut with rope. "This should do just fine," Jason said. "Let's get going, bro."
The boys began their return home. Neither of them spoke. They simply walked silently, lost in thought. They had done it. They had persuaded both of their sisters to agree, no, want to fight the other girl. They had found the perfect location. It was real now. He was going to go get Alice. She was going to follow him to the warehouse. There she and Maggie would fight each other tooth and nail for their brothers. Edward was overcome with a range of emotions. He was ecstatic. He was overjoyed. He, too, was terrified. He was unsure about how his sister would handle this. He feared she might get hurt, that she might get injured badly. But his fear was overshadowed by his excitement at the prospect of watching his sister catfight. It was his first time seeing her in a fight. He'd seen catfight videos on YouTube and read stories about them. But he had never seen it in person. He wanted to see his sister in a fight. He yearned for it. He had to see it. He needed to feel the adrenaline rush, to hear his sister's groans as she fought Maggie, to smell the scent of sweat, to hear their bodies colliding, and to see their faces contorted in anger and lust. He imagined it, and it aroused him even more.
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Alice sat by herself in her bedroom. She was waiting for Edward to come and pick her up. She dressed for the gym exactly as Edward had instructed: lycra shorts, a sports bra under a tight-fitting t-shirt with a hoody on top, and a worn-out pair of sneakers. Her face was flushed from nerves. As she waited for Edward, she wrapped her hoodie tightly around her. She couldn't stop shaking. This had been the craziest decision she'd ever made.
In her mind, she kept replaying the phone call. She had agreed to his proposal without hesitation. She was terrified, but it felt right as if she was meant to do this. She imagined herself covered in bruises and scratches after the fight. She wondered what Edward would think when he saw her and Maggie fighting. Would he be disgusted? Would he want to put an end to it all? She was hoping he wouldn't. She wanted him to watch. She'd never done anything like this before, but she knew she'd have a good time. She was eager to learn what it was like to grapple with another woman, to use her strength and speed against her opponent, to feel the pain when her opponent hit her, to feel the thrill of victory when she knocked her down, and to feel the rush of victory when she pinned her to the ground. She almost felt as if she were being given a gift. She was about to experience something forbidden, something exceptional.
She looked down at her hands. They were trembling. She rested them on the backs of her legs to keep them steady. She remembered Edward telling her that Maggie would be wearing gym apparel as well. She examined her own attire. She could keep her gym outfit on. But what about her underwear? Could she do that, too? She remembered how Edward had joked about how she should fight in her underwear, and she laughed nervously. He'd insisted on her wearing as little as possible. She could see the reasoning behind the advice. After all, it was a fight. She would be less constrained if she wore less clothing. Her opponent would have an easier time if her clothes restricted her movement. She decided that she was okay with fighting in her underwear but that she would make a point of removing her gym outfit once she was facing Maggie. That would be a nice surprise for her.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs after what seemed like an eternity. She peered out her bedroom door and watched Edward walk in. He looked a little nervous himself, but he was grinning.
Edward came to a halt halfway up the stairs. "Alice? Are you prepared? "He asked.
She fully opened the door and stepped out onto the landing. Edward was waiting for her down below. He had a big grin on his face. She noticed his eyes scanning her from head to toe. He was checking her out, and she felt her face flush.
"You look fantastic," he said. She smiled quickly, shut the door, and followed him downstairs. The house was unusually quiet. Alice was taken aback by the silence. When she and Edward got together, everything was always so loud: the TV was on, music was playing, people were talking, screaming, laughing... She loved it. But today, it seemed almost deserted. They stepped outside. The streets were empty; nobody was out and about. Was everybody indoors? Had they heard about the catfight? She hoped so. She didn't want anybody else to see her fight.
Alice also smiled. "So, where are we going?" she asked.
"Just follow me," Edward instructed.
They made their way down the street, towards the city centre. They walked past the old post office and down the small alleyway between the two large office buildings. Then they made their way down the street to the abandoned warehouse.
"Here it is," Edward announced. "We're here."
"Wow," Alice exclaimed. "It's massive."
"Yeah," Edward replied. "But we'll only use a small part of it."
"Come on," Edward said. He led the way inside. Alice followed, taking in the scenery. The warehouse was dark and cold. It was silent, save for the creaking of the old wooden floors beneath them. It had the feel of a tomb. She shuddered.
"Where is the light?" she wondered aloud.
Edward glanced around. "There are a few overhead lights," he explained. He pointed to a row of fluorescent tubes suspended from the ceiling. "That's all we need."
"All right," Alice said. She looked around. She half expected to see a ring, perhaps something similar to what they used for wrestling practice at school. There was nothing. No equipment, no mats, and no boxing gloves. Nothing. She looked at Edward. "So we're just going to fight in here?" she questioned.
He shrugged. "I thought you understood," he said. "When I said we'd go to a secluded location, I didn't mean a padded and matted arena."
"Oh," Alice said. "I just wasn't expecting this. That's all."
"It's not a big deal," Edward said. "Look, you've got to remember that this is supposed to be rough and dirty. This is a warehouse. You'll be fighting in the dirt. If you can't handle that, then don't do it."
"I can handle it," Alice assured him. "I simply wasn't expecting this."
Edward laughed nervously. "Well... I guess this is what you signed up for," he said.
He led the way to the corridor, taking a moment to pull the rope tied around a metal beam that was blocking the door. He pushed the bar aside, and the door swung open.
She took a step forward and followed Edward down the corridor. He took the lead and walked ahead of her. The door behind them closed automatically. She could hear the latch click. She felt as if she were entering a dark world. They were cut off from the rest of the world. She suddenly felt very exposed. She looked up at Edward. He grinned back at her.
She took a step forward and followed Edward down the corridor. He took the lead and walked ahead of her. The door behind them closed automatically. She could hear the latch click. She felt as if she were entering a dark world. They were cut off from the rest of the world. She suddenly felt very exposed. She looked up at Edward. He grinned back at her.
"This is it," Edward concluded. He turned to face Alice. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Alice replied. Her breathing was heavier than usual. She swallowed. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was thrilled. This was it. She was finally doing it.
They walked down the corridor. It was narrow and long, with a low ceiling. The floor was made of wood. It was dusty and clumpy. She could tell the wooden boards had been recently walked on. They continued until they came to a steel door that was blocked by a metal beam. Similar to the one that had blocked the entrance. Edward spun around.
"I guess we're the first ones here," Edward said. "they should be here soon".
"Are we staying in this corridor?" Alice questioned. She was feeling slightly claustrophobic.
"Yes," Edward said. "you'll have plenty of space to move around without having to worry about bumping into things. Or anybody jumping you from behind."
Alice's heart began to sink. She had anticipated fighting in the middle of a room, not being locked up in a cramped space.
"Okay," she said. "Makes sense," Edward nodded. "Good. Let's wait here for Maggie and Jason."
He started pacing up and down the corridor. He was visibly agitated. Alice tried to remain calm. She knew this was all new to him as well. They'd both agreed to do it, but it still felt strange.
"How long?" she asked.
"Soon," Edward said. "I'm sure they're running late."
She bit her lower lip and looked down at the ground. She found herself wishing that Jason and Alice would hurry up and get there.
They heard footsteps approaching the corridor's entrance a few seconds later. When she looked up, she saw the door swing open. Jason and Maggie entered with Jason in the front. He grinned as he looked at Alice.
"Hey there, Alice," he said. "What's up, girl?"
Alice looked at Maggie, who stared back at her with an expression of disgust. Alice could tell that Maggie was trying to act tough, but she was obviously feeling uncomfortable being cramped in the narrow corridor.
Edward gestured to Maggie's gym kit. "You will be fighting in your gym clothes, right?" he asked.
The boys exchanged a quick look.
"Yeah," Jason replied on her behalf. He stepped aside to allow Maggie to pass in front of him. She squeezed past him and continued down the corridor. She slowed down and stopped in front of Alice. She glared at her.
"So?" Maggie asked. "Are you prepared to fight, bitch?"
Alice returned her gaze. "Almost," she replied. She was slightly trembling. She had to force herself to remain calm. She reminded herself of the reason she was here. She reminded herself that this was precisely what she desired. She knelt and began to strip down to her underwear. She threw her shirt behind her back and pulled it over her head. She took off her socks and shoes, stepped out of her leggings, and tossed them to her brother. Who caught them. She was dressed in a tiny string and a tight bra. Her nipples pierced the thin fabric of her sports bra. She took a deep breath, straightened up, and returned her attention to Maggie.
Maggie stood with her arms folded, staring at Alice's body. Her gaze shifted from Alice's thighs to her waistline. She examined Alice's chest, then her stomach, and finally her hips. The longer Maggie stared at Alice, the more nervous Alice became. She had no idea what was going through Maggie's head. Did she hate her? Was she intimidated? Was she scared? Was she angry? She couldn't tell.
Then she noticed that Maggie's face had turned bright red. She saw her cheeks puff out. She realized that Maggie must be embarrassed. She wondered if Maggie was embarrassed because she would be fighting in her underwear or because she was working up the courage to strip down as well.
She took a look at Maggie's body. Her shorts were form-fitting and stretchy. They tightly hugged her ass and legs. The top was also tight, hugging her breasts and exposing her cleavage. She peered down at Maggie's shorts crotch and saw the outline of her string and pussy lips through the thin material. She guessed that Maggie's panties must be practically translucent. Alice wondered what Maggie's bare skin would feel like against hers. Was she going to be smooth or rough? Soft or firm? Wiry or soft? She swallowed.
"Wow," Jason uttered.
Maggie turned away from Alice's body and looked back at her brother. "Shut up," she snapped.
Maggie turned back towards Alice. She yanked her top from her shoulders and hurled it at her brother. He had no trouble catching it. She knelt and removed her socks and sneakers. She unfastened her shorts and slid them down her legs. She kicked them out and walked away, tossing everything to Jason. Now she also stood there in just her bra and tiny panties.
Alice was stunned by how hot Maggie's body looked. She was a stunning girl with flawlessly toned and tanned skin. She was tall and slender, with firm thighs. She had a flat stomach and a small waist, giving her an hourglass figure that every guy fantasized about. Her breasts were full, firm and perky, with hard nipples poking through the material of her bra. She looked down at her own body and how similar it was to Maggie's. Their faces were different, but they were otherwise the same.
Alice was about to ask Maggie if she was ready when she heard metal scraping against the concrete behind her. She quickly looked around, looking for the source. Edward had turned around and blocked the door behind them again with the metal beam. Like clockwork, a similar sound came from the other side of the narrow corridor. Jason had also blocked the door on their side with a metal beam, locking the four of them into the narrow corridor. It was clear that they wouldn't leave until they were done fighting.
Maggie clenched her fists. Her cheeks were flushed. She was breathing hard. She looked up at Alice, who was also breathing heavily.
Edward and Jason stared at the girls' bodies, their jaws gaping.
"Alright," Maggie said. "Ready?" she asked.
"Okay," Alice said. "I'm ready."
The narrow corridor forced them to stand toe-to-toe, facing each other. Both their chests were heaving. Neither of them spoke a word. They just stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
