Posted by Deborah on 2/25/2002, 6:28 am

Meooow.....an interesting web site here....Hi...I'm Deborah from New Zealand...as mentioned above...I used to quarrel and fight my younger sister Yolanda a lot ,who is two years younger than me...during the late 1970s and early 1980s. We went to different boarding schools/colleges so would only meet back at home during holiday breaks where we had to share a room together...a room was too small and not private enough for two catty growing young girls. We were not close at all emotionally...and it didn't take long for us to lock up and argue by clasping our hands together and start pushing and pulling to throw the other off balance in the bedroom we shared. Being the older and bigger sister I would ultimately get Yolanda down on the carpet and straddle her and complete our contest by pinning her wrists to the shag-pile carpet. Our problems arose as Yolanda seemed to go through my tallboy drawers, clothing and diaries or we make catty remarks about the others bodies...like whose breasts were the bigger...whose bum was broader or whose pubic triangle was the bushier and darker...typical sisterly rivalry!!! I always took for granted that I would win in our sisterly tussles and was startled when she first got the better of me when I was eighteen years of age...and this experience is certainly more vivid than my victories I had ever ever had over Yolanda...and left an indelible impression from that time onwards. The particular night concerned we had quarrelled again that lead to physical blows (when I found her under the bed in my parents room eavesdropping on a telephone call I was on) we clasped hands again pushing and twisting when I realised that Yolanda's wrists were far more stronger than mine now...as she twisted my right arm over my head to behind my neck whilst locking my other arm behind my back as well and marched me over to stand backwards in front of the wall mirror...she forcefully bent me over so my face was between my knees looking at my reflection in the mirror...while she raised my dress revealing my panties. She in effect had put me into a match box pin while in a standing position though...while she stood on my flowing hair that hung to the floor from my head. I was totally trapped and locked up in this most embarrassing position as Yolanda asked if I had had enough...to which I did admit to Yolanda that she had won. That night was a water shed for me for I knew that I could never take it for granted that I could pin her to the floor...and suffered more loses to her than wins from then on...and generally found her too much of a handful as she wanted the fights more than I did. We get well now...but we did have our moments with some nasty hair-pulling and slapping sessions to the face, butts and thighs....oh such can sisterly love be..... email cattiness91@hotmail.com Deborah