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Me and my little brother used to play wrestle all the time on my bed when we were kids. I was older, always bigger, way stronger than him, so obviously I won every time. My favorite part wasn’t pinning his arms or making him give up... it was planting myself right on his face. I didn’t think of it as sexual back then, just gross and humiliating for him, which was exactly what I wanted. Feeling his muffled protests under me while he squirmed? That felt like pure power. Feeling him under me, smelling my ass while I laughed and called him weak? Nothing better. It was my way of reminding him who was in charge. I’d stay there for minutes sometimes, grinning like an idiot while he tried to wriggle free from under my butt. The faces he’d make afterward were priceless: part disgusted, part horrified that his big sister had just smothered him with her ass. It wasn’t sexual back then, not consciously at least, just a way for me to feel powerful over him. Teasing him, grossing him out, that's a big sister's prerogative. It’s funny thinking back now because I still get that same urge sometimes… the urge to dominate, to shove his face where I want it and just hold him there until one of us breaks. Now though, instead of just sitting on his face to make him gag? I imagine pressing him into these huge tits of mine. Letting him struggle while they smother every attempt at escape, not that he’d really want to. Knowing him, he'd probably love it just as much as I would. Honestly? He wouldn't last more than a couple minutes before he lost control completely... creaming helplessly in those tight jeans like some pathetic schoolboy. And you know what? I wouldn't be any better off. The second he started squirming under me, muffled into my tits like that? That thrill of complete control would hit me in a way it never did back then… it would get to me just as fast. I'd probably grind down on him without even thinking, creaming myself shamelessly right through my panties in no time.