Mi Hermana y Yo

"You think you got this, you think you're winning, you think you're going to come out on top. You don't, you're not, you won't. Know why? Because I'm in control. I've got the situation. I've been through this a thousand times, and you? You're just number one thousand and one. You might be ahead now, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm closing in. I've got you in my sights. So enjoy it while you can, because when it comes crashing down? It's going to come down hard."

It had been a long, grueling haul, but Army felt he finally had Amy locked down. She was a nimble little thing, he couldn't deny that, but he was persistent. He was experienced. And, most importantly, he had three green shells.

The game was Mario Kart, and even though he wasn't going to admit it out loud, Amy was kicking his ass in it. He kept telling himself that there were extenuating circumstances, that it had to do with the fact that they'd just gotten through staining his sheets with a rousing round of sex, that the cold air was bothering him since he was just sitting around in his boxers, that Luigi wasn't really his best character and that he would have totally rocked it if he'd picked Donkey Kong.

But those were just excuses. Amy was just that damn good. Or he was just that damn bad.

"Come on, come on, come on..." Army sat on the bed with his legs crossed and his head chest leaning forward, closing in on the screen as he tried to navigate the sharp turns and keep up with Amy, get close enough to nail her with the shell and retake the lead. It was pretty rare for him to have real competition like this over at his house, much less real competition that happened to be an incredibly sexy girl who also enjoyed punching him in the face. He was enjoying the opportunity, to put it mildly.

He jerked to the side and bumped against Amy, innocently keeping his eyes on the screen. Couldn't help but snicker, though. "My bad, accident."

Amy laughed as Army knocked into her side. "For such a big guy, you can be such a little bitch." The controller felt familiar in her hands; it had taken her a little while, but it wasn't long before she was able to let muscle memory do almost all the work in guiding Yoshi around the track. In fact, the whole situation felt fairly normal- sex, then video games; it was college all over again, right down to the casual nudity. Though the sex had never been quite this satisfying back in college.

It was a few of days after their initial meeting at Koshien stadium. Having fought to a draw, they had yet to determine the homerun ball's owner, so they had agreed to meet for lunch when Army was next free to discuss how to move forward. When Amy showed up at Army's door, however, lunch instantly gave way to other, more pressing priorities.

Amy stole a look at Army, then had to look away quickly for fear of bursting out laughing. "Damn Army, Luigi's a lucky fella. You weren't nearly this focused fifteen minutes ago. A girl could get jealous. Oh, shit." She'd been complacent; Army had finally made it to the same straightaway, and he was closing in fast. She finally used the mushroom that she'd been holding onto for half the lap to increase her lead again by a comfortable distance. "There we go. I can't believe I almost bought into your shit back at the stadium. What did you say? That I'd never catch you? It's a good thing you can fight, because if you had feed yourself by Kart, you'd weigh less than me." Amy grinned. The trash talk was pretty satisfying too. She leaned her head against Army's bare shoulder. "You got half a lap left. Anything you want to say to the soon-to-be champ?"

It was a big risk, but Army had to roll his eyes at that last comment. "I'm, like, 90% sure it's physically impossible for me to weigh less than you. You only weigh, what? A buck and ten cents?" He snorted and gave Amy another quick bump. "Please. I'd have to lose a leg to even get below...oh, wait, wait-" He rounded a corner and had a straight shot at her. "Uh-oh, look at this shit, look at this shit-"

He fired off two of the shells, right at her, gauranteed hits...until Toad got in the way and got bombed instead. "Oh, come on! Fucking toadstool" He shook it off and sped on, making sure to ram Toad out of the way as he passed. Just for spite.

"Anyway, didn't hear you complaining. You were too busy screaming 'ohgodohgodohgodohgod' in your little helium voice. You sounded like a Care Bear in heat."

Amy blushed. She'd never taken a man of Army's ...caliber before, and, though it wasn't nearly as bad as Army had made it out to be, there were moments in which Amy had lost herself. Amy had gotten used to his size in time, but... well, it was too much to hope that Army had forgotten about her more primal moments. Or that he'd be merciful with them.

She lifted herself off of Army's shoulder and adjusted herself on the bed. An eighth of a lap to go. Luigi right on Yoshi's ass with a single green shell. One last turn, then a 3 second straight shot to the finish line. Crazier things have happened. She spared a quick glance at Army.

"That's quite the impression, Army, makes me want to hear that shit firsthand. I've got a big purple strap-on at home that'd be perfect for you, and you'd sound good with a helium voice."

She skid around the turn tight on the inside, putting Yoshi on the straightaway. Then, leaving her thumb to hold down the accelerate button, she stood up, faced Army, brought her hands up, palms out, and shrugged, shaking her head, a taunt that read, what can I say? It was a risky, stupid maneuver, but she figured that things were in fate's hands now... or maybe Army's. And he only had a fucking green shell.

Army was close, now, so close that Luigi could smell the egg on Yoshi's breath. The mushroom had given Amy some distance, but the gap was rapidly closing. In just a few precious moment, he'd be all over her, hit her with the green shell, and coast on to a sweet victory...

Then she mentioned the strap-on, and concentration took a nosedive.

"What, whoa, whoa!" He screwed up a turn and started to swerve around, desperately trying to right himself and get back on the proper path, but it was a lost cause. He fired off the green shell in a random direction as he went sailing over the edge and doomed Luigi to the horrors of an endless, starry abyss. "Crap."

He looked up at Amy as she crossed the finish line and rolled his eyes with a lazy smile. Not like he could be mad. He'd be doing the same thing if the positions were swappe.d "Yeah, yeah, pretty girl. Get it out of your system."

She watched in amusement as Army lost his concentration and, subsequently, his control. Behind her, in quick succession, sounded Luigi's wail as he tumbled over the side of the road and the music signaling the race's end. She pointed behind her at the television. "Oh hey look, Army, I won! I won't say I told you so. "

Amy laughed at Army's resignation and stepped in close. "Aw, don't feel so bad, things were always gonna end this way. You never stood a chance. And besides," she put a single knee up on the bed in between Army's legs. "at least you've still got that body." She reached for Army's face and pulled him in for a kiss.

Then she hopped back to her feet. "Hey, do you want food? I guess you wouldn't know, but all that winning can get a body mighty hungry."

Army returned the kiss and reached behind Amy, running a hand over her smooth ass. Almost perfect, from what he could see, not a single blemish on it. But, then again, he hadn't inspected it too well. A closer look might be warranted.

"Yeah, yeah, you talk shit now, but wait until I get Smash Bros. I'll fuck you up with Wario. Hell, I'll fuck you while I fuck you up with Wario." There was an interesting thought - sex while playing videogames. Probably wouldn't work, but now that he had the idea...

He gave her chest a playful lick as she hopped up and shrugged her way. "Food is good, though I can't cook anything past your average taco. So, either, leftovers or takeout. Pick your poison."

Amy laughed at the idea. "If you think that's what you need to do to win, Ace." It'd have to be doggy style... but then he'd need his hands for the controller, and without them for balance, she'd get crushed. Maybe with her on her back, and with mirrors?... She shook her head. If she knew that if she thought about it any more, she'd want to try.

Amy picked up her bra and put it on, then started looking for her panties. "I don't want to eat all your food. Let's go get something quick and come back. Did we get my shirt off before we got to the bedroom?"

That actually took a little thinking. Army always had trouble remembering where his clothes fell during sex, especially with someone as wild and insatiable as Amy. Little things like long-term memory past a couple minutes seemed to go out the window when you're only real concern is the incredible girl on top of you and not going so hard that you fell off the bed.

"I am...not entirely sure." He seemed to remember that his pants were in the bathroom, but he had no clue how they got there. "Check the foyer. That sounds like the spot I'd go for it." He went to his closet and grabbed his Dragon Ball Z t-shirt - nice and black, with all seven of the balls on the front. "So, I'm guessing that wasn't exactly your first time? The sex, I mean."

Amy disappeared through Army's door. Moments later, she returned, jeans in hand, but no shirt. "I couldn't find it. Let me borrow one of yours."

She was in the middle of pulling on her pants when Army's question made her pause momentarily, before she broke into a wide grin. "No, not exactly," she said as she brought the lip of her jeans over her ass. "You wanna play this game, Army? Compare our numbers, maybe some names, see if you've got any Eskimo brothers out there?"