The Terror Twins

[AOmega]

Hello all story readers.
In a departure from my usual line of stories, I give you my new series, the Terror Twins. There are a few installments so far, if popular, I'll keep them going.

The Terror Twins

Part one - Such a chore!

Pheobe stepped inside the house and kicked her shoes off. Her foster parents always hated when she did that, but they would not be home for a while, so she didn’t care. Cracking her neck and letting out a long breath she slung her bag over her shoulder and started for the stairs, trudging up slowly, following the sound of the radio from her sisters bedroom.

Arriving at the open door she stepped inside. Her sister, Marie, was lying on her bed reading a book, her legs crossed with one foot bobbing along to the music on the radio. Apparently, she hadn’t been home long, or at least, she hadn’t bothered to change out of her uniform yet as she was still wearing the same kind of plain white shirt and grey skirt that Pheobe was. She hadn’t even bothered to remove the black plimsoles she was wearing, only her tie had been pulled off and chucked somewhere.

Pheobe sniffed the air as she entered, ‘Have you been smoking in here?’ she asked.

‘Maybe,’ said Marie without looking up from her book.

‘You think that’s a good idea?’

‘Relax Pheebs, Jan and Mark won’t be home for another hour, and…fuck em anyway.’

Pheobe shrugged.

Pheobe and Marie were non-identical twins. Pheobe was born first, three minutes ahead of Marie. It was enough that she could say she was the ‘big’ sister, calling Marie her ‘little’ or ‘baby’ sister, to her occasional annoyance. Physically, Pheobe was about two inches taller. A little thinner overall with long, blond hair that curled very slightly. Marie was a little more solidly built and kept her darker toned blond hair in either a ponytail, or more recently, braided pigtails that hung just below her shoulders. Both girls had been abandoned early by their parents, spending their lives moving around various foster homes until they always managed to outstay their welcome and get moved on.

They only really had each other as they had grown up and they were very close. They had the normal sisterly squabbles and such, but there was something else between them…they both LOVED to fight.

From the time they had been early teenagers they had discovered that they had a strong physical rivalry, one that would only be settled by fighting. Over the years they had torn chunks out of each other on countless occasions, at least once a week in fact, imposing forfeits and rulesets that kept their scrapping beyond the notice of most people. Both liked wrestling, boxing, BJJ, MMA, street fighting and had practiced everything they had seen on each other, crushing each other in pins, choking each other unconscious, letting fly with fists and forcing submissions from each other’s lips for years. They were evenly matched these days, each girl winning a few before the advantage and energy seemed to swing back. They had not kept records from the very beginning but had started a few years back. Pheobe had won 48 of their fights, Marie, 45. Each time one of them started something, the other had to be sharp, or they would find themselves pummelled into doing a week of the others homework and chores or forking over money and clothes.
When they fought, they were enemies. Wild and brutal, spitting venomous insults and with only a little restraint preventing either from causing permanent injuries. When the fights were over, it was all smiles. Sisters again, until the next time. There was never any lingering animosity, however violent one of them got, and they would cover for each other’s injuries, explaining away dislocated joints, bruising, scratches and red welts from punches to anyone who asked. Pheobe thought that there must be something wrong with them, to enjoy it so much, but she didn’t care about that either. She never felt better than she did while beating the crap out of her little sister, and she suspected Marie felt the same way.

It was Friday, after a long week at school, Pheobe had ended the day with aerobics and wanted nothing more than to relax for a few hours. Marie too looked beat, lolling on her bed.

The phones started ringing throughout the house.

Marie lazily turned her head, ‘You gonna answer it?’ she droned, motioning to the phone ringing on her desk.

Pheobe folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe, ‘Not likely, Pigtails.’

Marie rolled her eyes and looked away. After a half dozen rings, the answerphone picked up.

‘Hey girls,’ came Jan’s voice over the phone, ‘listen, we’re really sorry to do this but there’s been an emergency with my dad, and we need to go out of town for a few days to sort it out.’

Marie turned her head again, looking lazily at the answering machine.
‘…so, we’ve left from cash in the kitchen for pizza tonight and a list of chores on the fridge. We’ll be back Sunday evening so make sure everything gets done please, ok? Take care, see you soon.’

Pheobe stepped into the room and tossed her rucksack on the floor by Marie’s desk, ‘Oh great, a shitload of chores, and no shopping this weekend like I wanted. And how the fuck are we getting a ride back from the party tomorrow? Shit. They could have picked a better time for a family reunion.’
‘Her dad’s sick Pheebs, give her a break,’ said Marie.

The two looked at each other for several seconds. Staring…watching…each coming to the same conclusion. Empty house for the weekend, lots of chores to do. Neither of them wanted to do them so…

Marie smiled first and sat up, swinging her legs off and dangling them from the edge of the bed. Pheobe smiled too and nodded.

‘I’m not doing any chores Pheebs,’ said Marie.

‘Me either.’

Marie hopped onto her feet. There was about eight feet between them. Both understood what was about to happen. They were going to fight until one of them quit. Loser was doing all the fucking chores, as well as whatever else the winner wanted.

Pheobe quickly reached up and loosened her tie, slipping the noose off her head and tossing it away. Marie had used her tie to choke her a few months back while trapping her in a camel clutch. Pheobe didn’t want a repeat of that nasty experience. Marie noted her removing her tie and smiled in response, obviously remembering the same thing, ‘Should have tapped,’ she said.

‘You were too quick, I blacked out before I realised what was happening.’
Marie averted her eyes to the ceiling as if she was trying to remember, ‘oh yeah,’ she giggled.

‘Well not tonight little sister,’ grinned Pheobe.

Marie sighed, ‘I’ll have you screaming some other way then. One fall, anything goes?’

Pheobe nodded and raised her fists. Marie did the same and clicked her own neck. It was on!

Both girls were well accustomed to fighting each other after several years. Pheobe favoured using her weight and longer legs to go for pins, grapevines, cradles, SGP’s, or to tie up her sisters’ limbs with her legs to immobilise and crush her. Marie, by contrast, favoured submission holds, joint locks and raw power from her arms to twist, squeeze and wrench her sister into giving up, rarely trying to achieve victory with a pin. Both could strike well enough with fists and feet, but Pheobe had a slight reach advantage. More than once, their fights had gone down to a slugfest until one of them had been beaten unconscious or to the point of surrendering to the other. Neither of them liked a fight to end up that way, simply because it left lots of marks and bruises that were hard to explain away to…curious people, so they tended to strike with open palms if they had their opponent trapped and unable to protect themselves. Breaking the skin was frowned upon, as was breaking bones, although both still happened occasionally in the heat of the fight.
Both girls slid their left feet back slightly and raised their fists into a standard fighting stance. Pheobe, noting that Marie was stood only just away from her bed with no room to manoeuvre, rushed her little sister, hopping forwards and throwing a punch that Marie half ducked, half took on the arm before Pheobe clattered into her, wrapping her arms around Marie’s shoulders and driving her back onto her ass on the edge of the bed. Pheobe threw herself on top, trying to straddle her and fighting for control of her arms.
Marie grunted with effort as she found her sister sat on her lap, trying to force her down onto her back. Fortunately, Pheobe failed to grab her wrists and in fact, gave her own up as Marie reached out and griped tightly. Before Pheobe could do anything else, Marie threw her weight forwards and pitched them both off the bed.

Pheobe landed on her back with a thud, winding her slightly. Marie however had ended up on her knees with her upper body between Phoebe’s legs. Pheobe quickly snapped her legs together around Marie’s midsection and squeezed. Marie gritted her teeth as the crushing pressure built, and the darker blond released her grip on Pheobe’s wrists before driving both elbows down sharply into her sisters’ thighs, needling the bulging muscles with her own bony elbows.

Pheobe yelped at the sensation but hung on, squeezing as hard as she could. Marie repeated the move, raising her arms and driving her elbows down hard into Pheobe’s inner thighs. Pheobe swung out a fist, catching Marie on the cheek. Her sister, unable to move from her position locked between her legs, responded with a punch of her own, but Pheobe thrust her hips up, stretching herself out and leaving her own head and face out of range of her sisters reply. The punch fell on her chest with little power. Pheobe dropped her hips and swung again, clocking Marie in the head with a thud before repeating the hip thrust to avoid the response. Marie snarled and started to get to her feet.

Pheobe’s legs remained locked around Marie’s torso but now they slipped down a little around her stomach as Marie got to her feet, remaining bent over and swatting away Pheobe’s attempts to secure her wrists once again. Pheobe was tired. An hour of aerobics had taken its toll and her leg muscles were already crying out in protest at being used so intensively.

Pheobe squeezed but found she could not longer apply quite as much pressure to the scissors, and now she was in danger. Her lower back was lifted from the floor and she found herself grounded only by her shoulders.
Marie swung a foot around and planted her plimsole on Pheobe’s chest. She pressed down, trying to pull her upper body free from the scissors while Pheobe fought as hard as she could to keep her ankles locked.

Pheobe felt her advantage slipping. Fighting to keep her sisters’ foot out of her face, she was in danger of being turned over into a boston crab or similar. Marie had done that before and it hurt like a motherfucker, forcing Pheobe to tap out almost instantly. She was not going to let it happen again if she could help it. She was going to have to give up the scissors.

Pheobe paused, took a breath, then unlocked her ankles. But before she could pull them free, Marie caught one foot under her arm, tucking Pheobe’s foot into her armpit. Pheobe found herself held by one foot with her other leg flailing free which she immediately used to try and boot Marie in the chest. The first kick scraped up Marie’s shirt, striking her sisters breast and grazing her under the chin, the second caught air, as she drew back her foot for another strike, Marie caught her ankle!

Grinning down at her, Marie lifted her sisters legs up, leaving Pheobe to use her arms to stop herself from sliding about on the floor, ‘Gotcha!’ said Marie.
Before Pheobe could respond, Marie spread her arms, taking Pheobe’s legs with them, Pheobe started to try and sit up, having some idea about trying to reach for Marie’s arms, but she didn’t get the chance. Marie raised her right leg and slammed her foot down between Pheobe’s legs. Pain detonated in her crotch and she froze. Pheobe instinctively plunged her hands down and grasped her sisters’ foot, still grinding down into her crotch. She lacked the strength or the leverage to move it, instead weakly clawing at the white socks covering her ankle and throwing her head back as Marie twisted her heel, continuing to grind her foot down.

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….arggggggggggggggggggggg!’ cried Pheobe, baring her teeth and pathetically slapping at Marie’s leg.

Marie pumped her foot down again, driving her heel down like she was trying to squash a bug on the sidewalk, ‘Come on Pheebs, tap out!’ she laughed.

Pheobe shook her head from side to side, ‘Noooooooooooo!’ she cried.

‘Suit yourself,’ said Marie, ‘I’ll just keep going then huh?’

Pheobe endured another stamp between her legs as she uselessly tugged at her sisters foot and tried to yank her own feet free from Marie’s grip. Every time she tried to fight back; Marie adjusted her position just enough to hang on to her. Pheobe gritted her teeth and hissed in pain. There was only one thing to try.

Pheobe leg go of Marie’s foot and spread her arms out wide, balling her fists and arching her back. She was going to have to eat a fair bit of pain here before she could make an escape attempt. Marie took a moment to tuck Pheobe’s other foot under her armpit, the one she had thus far, been holding by the ankle, before resuming her grinding foot attack. Pheobe took in several sharp breaths and stopped fighting, letting out a long, groaning weeping noise. Going limp, she had to make Marie think she was done. Then, her little sister might let her guard down.

‘Awwwwww, had enough?’ said Marie, hopping unsteadily on one leg for a moment before lining up her foot and stamping down once more. Good, thought Pheobe, she’s a little unbalanced. Just a few more seconds.
‘I hate chores!’ said Marie, ‘But then, I’m not doing any this weekend am I…AM I?!’

Pheobe winced as Marie started to apply pressure again. If she couldn’t break out, she would have to tap, or she’d be pissing blood for a week. It was now or never.

Drawing a deep breath, Pheobe bucked her hips and threw her weight to one side. Marie, essentially standing on one foot, was unable to keep her balance and fell to the floor, releasing Pheobe’s legs as she went. Pheobe scrambled to her knees, the pain between her legs still burning, and launched herself at Marie. Her sister had landed on her side and was trying to roll away. She had rolled onto her back just as Pheobe moved, and now, Pheobe swung her leg over into full mount.

‘BITCH!’ she screamed down in Marie’s face. Marie looked just as pissed to have lost her dominant position and snarled back up at her. They had one wrist each under control. Pheobe had Marie’s right wrist in her left hand, Marie had Pheobe’s left in her own right. Arms snaked about, each trying to free the captive wrist and maintain a grip on the other. Pheobe lifted her weight and bounced down on her opponents’ stomach, but Marie was ready, stiffening her stomach muscles and holding her breath to take the impact. Both girls were breathing heavily, expelling huge breaths of air at each other as they struggled for control. Pheobe sensed that she would not be able to fight for long, her heart already thumping rapidly in her chest. She needed to end this as quickly as possible.

Pheobe edged up her sisters body, wiggling towards a pinning position. Marie responded by squirming on the carpet, trying to wriggle up and away from the pin position. Pheobe’s efforts were more successful and she managed to force Marie’s arm under her left leg, freeing that hand to get control of the other wrist. Pheobe peeled Marie’s hand from her other wrist and now, with both hands, forced Marie’s other arm down to the carpet and slammed her right leg down on top of it. She was almost there!

With Marie’s arms pinned under her ankles, Pheobe sat upright and unloaded a powerful slap into her sisters face. Swinging the same hand back, she caught Marie’s opposite cheek with the back of the same hand, then repeated the move. Daintily poised on her sisters chest, she swung her arm back and forth, slapping Marie’s head left and right as she squirmed to try and free her arms. Pins were Pheobe’s specialty, and she smiled widely as she slapped the shit out of her little sister.

‘Fucking…give…up…and…do…the…fucking…chores…bitch!’ said Pheobe, punctuating each word with another slap, ‘Come…on…sis…don’t…make…me…fuck…you…up!’

Marie ate the strikes, gritting her teeth and squinting her eyes shut, twisting her head about as much as she could to avoid as many direct hits as possible. Pheobe laughed with delight and kept swinging, the sound of each slap was met with a yelp or grunt of pain from Marie.

Pheobe was gasping for air. Pausing to catch her breath, she reached down and took Marie’s pigtails in her hands, winding the lengths around her fists and using the braids like reigns to pull her sisters head up into her skirt, laughing almost uncontrollably as Marie grunted and growled in response. Pheobe brought her thighs in, squishing Marie’s head between them as her sister desperately reached with her pinned arms to try and relieve the pressure on her scalp from the brutal hairpulling.

Pheobe signed and went deadweight on her sisters chest, throwing her head back and shaking her hair out, gaping up at the ceiling and inhaling as much as she could into her lungs. After a few seconds, Marie went still, her fists gripping and clawing at Pheobe’s grey skirt.

Pheobe looked down and smiled, laughing at her sisters head mashed into her crotch, ‘I got you bitch,’ said Pheobe, ‘just tap baby sister.’

Marie beat her fists against Pheobe’s thighs and her hips in a useless show of defiance. Pheobe shrugged, ‘Ok then, giddy up!’ she exclaimed. Leaning back and pulled hard on her sisters pigtails, pulling her victims head up as if she was riding a horse.

Mistake.

As she leaned back, Marie flicked her legs up, scissoring Pheobe around the chest and pulling her backwards. Forced to release her grip on Marie’s hair, Pheobe yelled angrily as she found herself pitched backwards between her sisters legs.

Both girls now rolled around, trying to free themselves from the others girls’ legs. Marie managed it first, snarling with pure anger as she scrambled across the carpet and dived on top of her sister. Pheobe managed to scissor one of Marie’s legs around the thigh as they wrapped their arms around each other, throwing their weight and rolling across the floor, knocking into drawers and the edge of Marie’s bed as they clawed and swung away, trying to inflict as much harm as possible. Pheobe was out of breath again, the respite from the pin had been used up and she was exhausted again.
Marie rolled into full mount, freeing her leg from Pheobe’s scissors. Pheobe twisted her hips, rolling onto her side between Marie’s legs, unwilling to give her any pin opportunity. She knew that if she let Marie get into a SGP position, her sister would rip her hair out in retaliation for her having pulled the same move moments ago.

Marie drove a punch into Pheobe’s side, then another into her arm, deadening the muscles there. Pheobe instinctively rolled onto her front to avoid another hit to a sensitive area but Marie had wanted her to do just that. Quickly, Marie slipped her right arm under Pheobe’s armpit and up to the back of her neck, locking on a half nelson. Pheobe, thinking Marie was going to try and turn her onto her back again, braced against the floor with her free arm. Marie promptly slipped her other arm under Pheobe’s free arm, linking hands behind her sisters head and turning the half nelson, into a full nelson.

‘Ahhh FUCK!’ growled Pheobe as she felt Marie lacing her fingers together at the back of her neck. A moment later, Marie pushed down hard, forcing Pheobe’s chin down towards her chest and sending waves of pain down her neck and back. Pheobe reached behind her head, gripping Marie’s wrists and pulling desperately to try and separate her sisters hands, but she already knew it would be useless. This was one of Marie’s favourite holds, and she never, ever, let go once she was locked on.

‘Oh, it’s over for you sis!’ breathed Marie, as out of breath as Pheobe.
Wiggling her way up her sisters back she planted her ass down, keeping Pheobe pinned to the floor while wrenching on her neck with the full nelson. Pheobe let out a long whine of discomfort as the pressure intensified. She knew it was over.

Pulling her “big” sister up a little, Marie now rolled onto her side, dragging Pheobe between her legs, straightening both limbs out and locking on with a body scissors. Crossing her ankles, she paused to catch her breath, and to savour the victory that was now certain.

Pheobe was loosely gripping Marie’s wrists. In her vision she was looking down her own body, seeing her sisters thighs wrapped tightly around her waist. She had been in this position before, and every time, told herself she could ride out the pain. She never could, but she was going to try. She strained to lift her head a little, pushing up against Marie’s palms, but Marie applied pressure on her neck again within a second, laughing and driving her chin back down into her chest, ‘Ha ha, no chance sis, get your head back down there you can watch my thighs crush you!’ she called over her shoulder.

Pheobe scraped her feet across the carpet and twisted her body, trying to find some weakness in her sisters hold. There was none. Marie’s arms were like iron bars wound around her own arms and neck, and those legs were locked tight. Pheobe bit down and braced herself, blowing out breaths in preparation for what she knew was coming.

Marie laughed again, ‘Just scream if you want me to stop sis.’

Pheobe felt Marie’s legs tighten up, then start squeezing. Within a few seconds, she felt like she was being sliced in half at the torso. The pressure was incredible! Every time she thought she could brace, maybe last until Marie had to pause to give her muscles a break but FUCK, those legs were like pneumatic presses! Pheobe screwed her face up and held her breath as long as she could as her sisters savage thighs threatened to break all her ribs. After only a few more seconds, and emitting a long, pained growl of agony she frantically tapped out on her sisters hands behind her head. She just couldn’t take it.

‘Give up sis?’ called Marie, almost having to shout over her sisters squealing.
‘YEAH…ARGGGGHH, YEAH I GIVE, STOOOOOOOP!’ cried Pheobe.

Marie stopped squeezing immediately. Pheobe let out a long gasp of relief as her torso felt like it was returning to normal width.

Pheobe groaned through her gritted teeth as the residual pain from the scissors throbbed through her midriff. Her baby sister had done it again. Those legs!

Marie wasted no time. Maintaining the full nelson, she worked her way up and rolled her sister onto her front where she slid into back mount. Pulling one arm free, leaving a half nelson, she rolled Pheobe over onto her back. Pheobe was in no position to contest her now, and since the rules allowed for a little gloating and teasing after winning, she didn’t try to stop her. Marie collected Pheobe’s arms and pulled them down to her side before straddling her sisters stomach, squeezing her thighs in tightly to keep Pheobe’s arms trapped against her side, and leave her whole upper body, head and chest exposed to attack, just in case she wanted to fight any more. Comfortable atop her big sister, Marie smirked, pumped out her chest and flexed her arms in victory.

Both girls were breathing hard. Both exhausted but Pheobe more because she had endured those fucking body scissors. Every fucking time Marie locked on with those she had no chance. Looking up at her little sister she didn’t feel embarrassed for losing. They both won about as much as each other, Marie just had her number today.

Marie’s hands came down to rest on her hips, ‘You done? Or do I gotta rough you up a little more?’ she asked, holding out a palm as if ready to slap Pheobe across the cheek.

Pheobe shook her head, feeling her arms pressed against her by Marie’s powerful legs and her palms pinned to the floor under the sides of her sisters plimsoles. She was pinned in a tight package and exhausted to boot. Even if she had the energy to struggle, there was no way out of this pin. It wouldn’t pay to piss her sister off any further now, ‘Yeah…I’m done, you win bitch,’ she said, letting her head flop back down onto the carpet.

‘Wooooooo!’ cried Marie punching the air, grinning with delight at her win and clapping for herself a few times. Dropping her hands back to her hips she smiled down, ‘Good fight sis,’ said Marie, ‘I thought you had me when you were pinning me over there and pulling my tails. You shouldn’t have sat up!’

‘I know,’ said Pheobe, ‘schoolgirl error, right?’

‘Definitely!’ replied Marie.

‘Those legs of yours sis…my Christ you can squeeze with those,’ said Pheobe.
Marie shrugged, slapping her thighs gently, ‘Track training Pheebs, you should try it. I can crush melons with these thighs, or your head!’
‘Maybe I will, aerobics really isn’t working for me.’

Marie folded her arms across her chest, ‘Chores then,’ she said simply.
Pheobe nodded, ‘Ok, I’ll do them.’

Marie tilted her head, looking at Pheobe’s rucksack lying just within reach next to her desk. Reaching over she dragged the back next to her and unzipped the top. Pheobe didn’t protest, she was too tired, and Marie would just beat into submission again if she made any move to struggle.

‘Ah!’ exclaimed Marie reaching into the bag and pulling out a small bottle of perfume, ‘Can I borrow some of this?’

‘Can I say, no?’ said Pheobe.

Marie tilted her head in thought, ‘Do you want me to spend five minutes slapping your face?’

Pheobe exhaled and shook her head, ‘Take it, Pigtails.’

‘Oh yes, I’ll take these as well,’ said Marie pulling the hidden pack of cigarettes from the bag.

‘Oh, come on Marie not all of them, please! My fake ID barely works as it is, come on sis, please?’

Marie though for a moment, ‘Ok, half then.’

Pheobe sighed, ‘Fine.’

‘And that cute pink top you had on the other day, the one with the glittery star on the front, I want it for going out tomorrow, I hear Cam is going to be at the park.’

‘Fine.’

‘And my homework for a week Pheebs.’

‘Ok, ok, anything else?’ said Pheobe sarcastically.

Marie wrinkled her nose, ‘Nah, that should do it, and truce until Monday.’
‘Agreed. You’re such a mean bitch Marie.’

‘Yeah but you love me really, big sister.’

Pheobe smiled, her breathing almost back to normal, ‘Yeah, I suppose I do.’
Marie patted Pheobe on the chest and stood up. Pheobe took her sisters offered hand and was helped to her feet as well. Truce meant that they could not attack each other or start another fight until the time was up. This stopped them from just jumping each other immediately after each fight. The winner deserved to have time to enjoy their winnings.

Marie returned to her bed and flopped down, picking up her book once again, ‘Better get started Pheebs, those chores won’t do themselves!’ she smirked.
‘Yes ma’am,’ Pheobe smiled and turned to leave. She was already thinking about an opportunity to get Marie back for this.

[jstewart]

great great story u have a picture of the twins or what do they look like in your head

[AOmega]

Originally Posted by jstewart [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

great great story u have a picture of the twins or what do they look like in your head

I like to leave much to the readers imagination but in my own mind, both would be fairly light skinned. Pheobe about 5, 6 with Marie about two inches shorter. Pheobe with light blond hair in loose curls down to the shoulder, Marie has darker blond hair and will almost always sport braided pigtails. Both would look unapproachable and rough to anyone else and would be overtly aggressive to others, like pack animals.

I've a few more installments already written and I'll find them some male opponents after those if it's popular.

[$waggyD]

Nice story, are they have rematch?

[AOmega]

Originally Posted by $waggyD [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Nice story, are they have rematch?

You don’t think Pheobe is just going to leave it at that, do you? :-)

[EricRRobert]

Originally Posted by AOmega [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

You don’t think Pheobe is just going to leave it at that, do you? :-)

lol. But we've seen them fight each other. I would strongly prefer it if you moved on to someone else - male or female, young or old, doesn't matter, but I think if you do a rematch you're just going to be treading water.

[AOmega]

Thanks for the feedback so far. I think almost everyone wants to see the girls take on some guys, and that will happen in part 4. I want to build them up their rivalry a little more first and I've got a few more installments already written to get through first, so:

Part 2 - Car Trouble

It was approaching the weekend after the previous fight. Pheobe was sat at the desk in her room finishing off her own homework when Marie strode into the room. Sauntering over to the desk she leaned down and slipped a few sheets of paper out of her bag onto the desk.

‘Biology, due on Monday.’ She smiled.

Pheobe sighed. She was still having to do all her sisters homework after losing the fight last weekend. It wasn’t much, but it was the price she had to pay for succumbing to a brutal full nelson body scissor combo from her twin.
‘Fine,’ said Pheobe.

Marie folded her arms and leaned back on the edge of the desk, ‘You know, I’m going to end up flunking all my exams if I keep beating you. Hmm, if I drop out, do you think I could make it as an MMA fighter, or a bodyguard?’
Pheobe smiled, ‘Well, you certainly have the violence aspect down.’

‘We could do it together! Start our own…protection agency?’

‘Sounds more like racketeering sis.’

Marie shrugged, ‘Yeah I guess so. Still, I think we’d kick a lot of ass together.’

‘Hey girls,’ said Jan, their foster mother, appearing at the door to the room. Both girls smiled and said ‘Hey.’

‘Listen,’ started Jan, ‘Because we left you two on your own all last weekend, I wanna make it up to you so this weekend I thought we could go visit my brothers summer house.’

Jan explained that her brother John was out of the country and had a large summer house with a pool and a large garden that they could use. The weather was going to be great so they would drive up on Saturday morning. Pheobe and Marie was both delighted to get away for a while. As far as foster carers went in their lives, Jan was pretty cool.

Saturday morning, they climbed into the car with Jan. Marie sat behind the drivers’ seat and Pheobe on the opposite side. Both girls had chosen airy V-neck t-shirts and shorts to deal with the searing head, Marie in yellow, Pheobe in blue.

Jan drove them to the supermarket and parked up, ‘Ok, I’m just going in to grab a few things for the weekend, I’ll be about half an hour. You girls wanna wait here?’

‘Yeah,’ said Pheobe. ‘Yeah I’ll wait with her,’ said Marie.

Jan left the car and started walking away into the supermarket.

Marie pulled out her phone and showed Pheobe some pictures, ‘Have you seen this place we’re going to? Looks awesome, nice pool, huge seclude garden. Maybe we should try and hang on to this family, they seem loaded.’
‘Yeah I saw,’ said Pheobe, smiling over at her sister, ‘I noticed as well, it has one really nice guest room with a massive bed, en suite and a big ass TV.’
‘Oh really?’ said Maria, slipping her phone back into the door shelf. ‘I suppose only one of us can have that room?’

Pheobe shrugged and nodded, ‘Looks that way,’ she grinned. Both girls knew where this was going.

‘So how should we decide who gets it sis?’ said Maria, locking eyes.
Silence. Pheobe and Marie stared at each other, a thin smile on their faces. Slowly, Pheobe reached down with her left hand, moving it slowly towards her seat belt release. Marie did the same, her right hand drifting down towards the red button. They both paused, it was like a wild west style draw before a gunfight. Marie twitched first and jabbed her thumb down onto the release, Pheobe did the same an instant later and both seatbelts released, sliding away back into their spools. Both girls were free and simultaneously twisted and launched themselves across the middle seat at each other.
This was a new fighting environment for both girls. Small, restricted.

Pheobe knew as she lunged that she was neither girl was really going to be able to wrestle in here. Intricate submissions or throws were out of the question. It was going to be a nasty, straight up catfight, and she started out just like that.

Pheobe threw herself at her sister, swinging her fist as she went. Being on the right-hand side of the car, she was able to get a good swing and cracked Marie in the cheek. Both girls threw fists and went for hair as they both clambered up onto the back seat and tussled. Pheobe grabbed one of Marie’s braids and yanked her hair down before cracking another hard punch into the side of her head. She followed with punches to the body that Marie vainly tried to swat away while also trying to free her own hair.

Marie swung an arm over and seized a handful of Pheobe’s hair. Now Pheobe felt her scalp burn as her head was yanked over and she lurched sideways into the back of the front seat.

‘Pulling my hair huh bitch! I can do that too!’ snarled Marie.

Marie got off her own punches now, striking three into her sisters ribs and trying to drag Pheobe’s head down by her hair. Both girls yelped and cried out as each tugged on the others hair and the sound of slapping flesh filled the car as each got slaps and palm strikes onto the others face.

After about a minute of flailing arms and little damage, Marie drove a sharp uppercut onto Pheobe’s chin. Stunned, Pheobe let go of Marie’s pigtail and fell backwards into the side door of the car, gasping as her back, then head thumped back against the plastic and glass of the door. Marie moved to climb on top of her but Pheobe was ready, raising her legs and planting a foot on her sisters chest. Sharply, she shoved hard, driving Marie back against her own door. Pheobe kicked out like she was riding a bike, landing heel strikes and kicks on her sister as Marie struggled to protect herself.
‘BITCH!’ shouted Marie, finally grabbing one of Pheobe’s ankles and working her way back up to a sitting position. Dragging Pheobe across the seat towards her she grabbed her sister by her t-shirt and flicked her head forwards onto the bridge of her nose. Marie didn’t feel a crack, but Pheobe yelped in surprise at the headbutt and tried to brace against her with a knee.
Marie gritted her teeth and threw her sister to the side, sending her between the front seats of the car sideways. Feet flailing and struggling to right herself, Pheobe was exposed and Marie took full advantage. Unloading into her sisters side she worked her way onto her knees on the back seat and drove her knuckles repeatedly into Pheobe’s left side. Next, she grabbed Pheobe’s left leg and tried to fold it at the knee, twisting the limb and trying to find some way to hyperextend the joint and make her submit. Eventually, she braced Pheobe’s knee against on of the car seats and made to lever it. Pheobe twisted her body so she was now on her back between the front seats. Flicking her free foot up, she caught her sister in the side of the head, slamming Marie back against her door. She repeated the move, kicking again, once in the side of the head, the second one into Marie’s arm. While her sister was stunned, she grabbed the front seat headrests and pulled herself up, back into the fight.

Marie recovered quickly, elbowing Pheobe in the arm as she pulled herself back onto the seat. The impact stunned her “big” sister and knocked her sideways, first landing against the door, then slipping off the edge of the seat and ending up ass first in the footwell behind the front seat. Snarling with anger, Marie crawled to the middle seat and planted a foot on Pheobe’s chest, pushing her down to the floor of the car. Pheobe clawed at Marie’s foot but Marie balanced well on her other knee, gripping the rear seat headrests for stability and proceeded to stamp down repeatedly on her sisters chest and stomach, stomping over and over as Pheobe flailed her legs about like a turtle stuck on its back.

‘Give up Pheebs, I’ll put my foot through your fucking gut!

Marie stomped again, grinding her heel into Pheobe’s stomach. She smiled, watching her sister squirm and strain for air and feebly try to push her foot off.

‘That room is mine! JUST FUCKING SAY YOU GIVE!’ shouted Marie.

Pheobe growled defiantly and swung a leg up, partially scissoring Maries stomping leg. As Marie tried to pull her limb free, Pheobe grabbed the front seat headrest and heaved herself back up onto the edge of the back seat. Now on her back with Marie towering over her, Pheobe drove her knee up, catching her sister in the stomach, before flicking her leg out and catching Marie under the chin. It was a perfect hit. Marie’s head snapped back violently, and she fell backwards, dazed.

Pheobe felt a surge of energy. Getting back to her knees, she grabbed Marie by the neck of her t-shirt and pulled her dazed sister upright, shoving her back into the middle seat of the car. The middle seat had no headrest, so Marie’s head flopped back onto the top of the back seats. Pheobe straddled her sisters lap and slammed her palm under Marie’s chin, holding her head back and forcing her to look up at the roof of the car, then proceeded to demolish her “little” sisters stomach with brutal punches.

Marie squirmed between her legs, one hand trying to pull Pheobe’s hand from under her chin, the other hand desperately trying to block the punches Pheobe was throwing with right hand. Unable to see, Marie was unable to defend herself properly and Pheobe quickly landed a dozen blows, then two dozen, each one penetrating Marie’s defences and striking all over the left side of her torso.

Pheobe changed her palm press under Marie’s chin. Now she braced her forearm against her sisters throat and continued to unload. Marie was still fighting, gritting her teeth and struggling to free herself but Pheobe was in the ascendancy. It was surly only a matter of time.

Pheobe paused and pressed her arm into her sisters throat, ‘Enough?’ she asked, breathing heavily from the effort of the punches.

Marie’s didn’t, or couldn’t answer.

Pheobe released her forearm choke and took stock. Marie was barely moving but she was still in the fight. Pheobe looked around the car, there was no way she was going to let her sister back into this fight.

Smiling, Pheobe had an idea.

The middle seat had its own seatbelt. Pulling it out to its full length, she pulled Marie’s head forwards and proceeded to wrap the seatbelt around her neck. Marie sensed what she was doing, and her hands immediately went up to her throat, fingertips trying to slip under the tightening length of material.
‘NO!’ gulped Marie as Pheobe twisted her hair and continued to wrap the belt around her neck.

Pheobe wound it round twice, then wound the remaining loose end around her fist, holding it behind Marie’s neck. From here she could tighten it at will. Spreading her knees, she slid forwards until she was pressed up against her sisters chest, giving her no room to buck or twist. She had her sister right where she wanted her.

Sharply, she tightened the belt around Marie’s throat, forcing her sister to emit a cackling, choking sound. Marie’s fingers clawed at the belt around her throat and her cheeks puffed out as she felt her airway close up. Pheobe pulled on the belt and took one of her sisters pigtails, forcing Marie’s head back once again before she herself leaned over her sister, enjoying the view a few inches from her face.

‘Got you little sis!’ laughed Pheobe.

Marie struggled against her, trying to twist her body but Pheobe was sat firmly on her lap and kept her weight pressed up against her, pinning her back against the seat. There was nowhere to go.

Marie reached over her head and tugged at Pheobe’s fist, the one holding the loose end of the belt. She had no more luck relieving the pressure there. Pheobe just looked down her nose at her sister and smiled. She was enjoying this.

‘You’re fucked Marie,’ said Pheobe, ‘that room is all mine.’

Pheobe tightened up the belt a little more, watching with unrestrained delight as Marie’s eyes widened and her ever frantic struggled to get her fingers under the belt continued. Pheobe held her like that for thirty seconds. There was no rush. Pheobe patiently allowed her sister to twist and squirm desperately against her, wasting her own energy and slowly gagging. Pheobe figured, a little torture never hurt anyone…long term.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the car window! All the windows had steamed up with the girls fighting so hard, so whoever it was could not see in.

‘Hey, what’s going on in there?’ enquired an older sounding male voice.
Marie’s glassy eyes flicked to the source of the noise then back up at her sister, nose to nose with her. Another twist of the belt forced a snorting sound from Marie as air leaked through her collapsing throat.

Pheobe realised that the car must have been rocking about quite a bit while they had been scrapping. Perhaps the nosy old prick thought a couple were having sex.

Pheobe turned her head, ‘FUCK OFF!’ she screamed. She was winning this fight and there was no way some old bastard was going to ruin her moment. Whoever it was turned and walked away. Pheobe turned her attention back to her choking little sister.

Marie’s face was pretty red by this point and her eyes were starting to glaze over. Pheobe smiled and twisted the belt still further, using her free hand to keep Marie’s head pushed back onto the top of the seat, ‘Looks like we’d better wrap this up sis,’ said Pheobe casually, ‘people are getting curious about what’s going on in here. Wanna tap out?’

Marie just gurgled in response, one hand was resting on Pheobe’s shoulder, the other still trying uselessly to get under the belt and relieve the pressure on her neck.

‘You’re not going to submit I guess so…hold on tight bitch!’ said Pheobe.
Now Pheobe pulled the belt as tight as she could. Marie’s mouth hung open and all noises from her throat ceased as the last of her air was cut off. Pheobe felt her sister writhing against her body, but she made no progress in moving her off her lap. Marie slapped her arms against Pheobe’s arms. Maybe she was trying to tap out, maybe not. Pheobe kept up the pressure and her sisters arms slowly lost grip and slipped limply to her side, her face strained as if she was trying to draw oxygen directly through her skin. Within a few seconds, her struggles stopped altogether, and her eyes started to roll back. Pheobe held on, savouring the moment and giving the belt one last tug.

Marie passed out. Pheobe had won according to their rules which stipulated that if one of them were knocked unconscious or choked out, they would lose the fall. Since this was one fall, Pheobe had won.

Pheobe released the choke straight away, unwinding the belt from Marie’s throat and pulling her sisters head forwards to rest her forehead against her chest. Collecting both Marie’s arms, Phoebe crossed them and held tight. Marie was a twitchier when she woke up after being choked out.

Sure enough, a few moment later, Marie spasmed, then her head twitched, the finally, she heaved in a deep breath and threw her head back. Pheobe held her arms for a few seconds before releasing them and gently slapping Marie’s cheek, ‘You ok sis? You there?’

Maris’s deep breath gave way to coughing. Pheobe wrapped her arms around Marie’s shoulders and hugged her as she hacked out a dozen coughs against her chest.

‘Hey, Marie, you ok?’ repeated Pheobe, cupping her sisters cheeks and holding her head up to look in her eyes, ‘Say something, Pigtails.’

A few more coughs followed, ‘Yeah…yeah I’m ok.’

‘Stubborn little bitch you are, not tapping, even when you know you can’t get out of something.’

Marie wiped some spittle from her lips and coughed a little lighter. Finally, a smile returned to her lips and she smirked at her sister, ‘I don’t like to make it easy for you Pheebs. I guess you get the room.’

‘Damn right,’ said Pheobe.

Marie rubbed her neck, ‘Fuck,’ she mumbled, ‘how long was I out?’
‘Hmm, maybe twenty seconds.’

‘Shit.’

‘You feel ok?’

‘Yeah, just a little… lightheaded.’

Pheobe got off her sisters lap and pushed her gently back into her seat before securing her seatbelt and handing her a bottle of water.

‘Thanks sis,’ said Marie.

Pheobe slumped back into her own seat and cranked open the window, ‘I’m looking forward to my nice big room with the en suite.’

Maria laughed, ‘Bitch. I’m gonna fuck you so bad next fight.’

‘You can try little sister,’ said Pheobe.

Jan returned to the car a few moments later and the three began the drive to the summer house.

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Part 3 - Water torture

The summerhouse was indeed large and spacious. Built over one floor, it had a twenty-meter-long pool in the rear yard which was itself surrounded by a large garden and tall trees. The only property nearby was almost two hundred meters away. Pheobe, still gloating to Marie after their scrap in the car, settled into her bedroom, chilling on the bed and smirking as Marie stood at the door shaking her head, ‘Damn,’ said Marie.

‘Nice huh, and look! Mood lights in the shower!’ said Pheobe.

Marie shook her head again and made her way to the box room she would be staying in. Tiny, with a little single bed and one small dressing table.
Rubbing her throat, still sore from the choking she had gotten from Pheobe in the car, she decided she wanted her revenge sooner rather than later.
The following day, Jan left them to head into the town. She told them she would be gone for at least six hours while she ran some errands for her brother, in return for being able to use the house. Pheobe and Marie changed into their bikinis and took to the sunbeds in the garden beside the pool.

Pheobe watched Marie swim a little. Her sister was the water baby. Very fast and confident in the water. Pheobe liked to swim but preferred to stay where her feet could touch the bottom. After a few swims, Marie made lunch and they returned to the sunbeds an hour later.

‘God it’s nice here,’ said Marie, ‘I think you’re right, we should try to stay in their good books. Who knows, they might adopt us properly or something, then we might even get to inherit somewhere like this?’

‘You’re such a golddigger Marie,’ giggled Pheobe.

‘I’m just thinking ahead. I’m going to have a look around the house, you know, see what else is lying around.’

Pheobe closed her eyes and rolled onto her stomach, ‘Hmmm, let me know how that goes huh.’

‘Got to get ahead to stay ahead sis,’ called Marie as she sauntered back towards the house.

Pheobe began to drift off, enjoying the warm sun on her back and the sound of the birds over the gently noise of the pool water being filtered. This was so relaxing, just what she needed.

Pheobe woke with a start as she hit the ground having been pitched off the sunbed onto the grass. Maris tossed the plastic bed aside and jumped on her, landing hard on her stomach and quickly collecting her wrists. Pheobe was so stunned by the sudden attack, she was powerless to react in time and Marie stretched her arms out above her head and held her wrists together. Marie’s weight pressed on her stomach and her powerful legs crushed into her sides, holding her firmly in place. Pheobe shook off the sleepy daze in an instant, finding herself looking up at her grinning sister.

‘Fucker!’ barked Pheobe.

‘Surprise sis! You should always be ready you know!’ replied Marie.

Pheobe made an attempt to get her arms free but Marie held them tightly, Pheobe gave up, ‘So you wanna do this now huh Pigtails?’ said Pheobe, angry at having her sleep interrupted by her arrogant twin.

‘Uh huh,’ nodded Marie, ‘I promised I was going to fuck you up next time, and I’ve decided just how I’m going to do it!’

Pheobe narrowed her eyes, ‘Ok then, let me up then and we’ll get started’

Marie laughed, ‘Why should I? Oh, poor Pheobe, she’s pinned already, aww,’ Marie leaned down a little, getting closer to Pheobe’s face, ‘oh it’s not fair, waaaaa, I so-‘ Pheobe flicked her head up, smashing her forehead into Marie’s nose. Her little sister released her wrists, clutching at her face and Pheobe pushed her off to the side, bucking sharply as well to send her tumbling over her head.

Pheobe rolled to the side and hopped up to her feet. Marie was on all fours, one hand clutching her nose which had let out a small amount of blood which was now dribbling between Marie’s fingers.

‘You…you FUCKING..’ Marie trailed off, unable to think of a strong enough insult as she got back to her own feet.

‘Awww, you gonna cry baby sister?’ laughed Pheobe, mimicking Marie’s tone a moment ago, ‘Shouldn’t fucking cheat, then should you?’

Marie pressed one nostril closed and blew out a blob of blood onto the grass from the other. Wiping the residue away it appeared that the nosebleed was not going to be serious. Balling her fists as she stood, she squinted at her sister, ‘I’m going to really do you this time Pheebs,’ she said, totally deadpan.
Pheobe extended both arms and beckoned with her hands, ‘Let’s go then Pigtails.’

Unlike the car, or even one of their bedrooms, they had practically unlimited fighting space. Marie edged towards her. Pheobe could tell her twin was angry, more so than usual. She was going to have to be 100% to avoid defeat here.

The initial moves were cautious. Neither girl wanting to commit to a takedown attempt. Marie and Pheobe circled each other, occasionally throwing out a slap or lunging with a punch. Because they were both in bikini’s, everything hit skin, making trading blows like this all the more painful and undesirable.

Pheobe hopped forwards and swung her leg up. Marie ducked and the kick sailed over her head. Charging the off-balance Pheobe she wrapped her arms around her waist and tried to drag her to the floor. Pheobe managed to stay on her feet and hammer fisted Marie twice in the back before driving her knee up into her sisters chin. Marie got back to her feet but took one of Pheobe’s legs with her, leaving the taller girl hopping about on one foot for a few seconds before Marie levered the leg up high and sent her sprawling backwards to the floor where she then tried to dive on top.

Pheobe threw her legs up as Marie came between them and snapped them closed around her sisters neck. It wasn’t a great position; she had only managed to get her lower legs in place around Marie’s neck but it was enough to get a good squeeze on. Marie fell to her knees and grasped at Pheobe’s legs. Pheobe braced herself up on her elbows and squeezed for all she was worth. She couldn’t get her ankles locked behind Marie’s head, so all the power was having to come from her hips with noting to brace against. Barring her teeth, she poured her effort into squashing her sisters neck. Marie, for her part, hooked her hands around Pheobe’s shins and fought to stay conscious.

Pheobe quickly realised that she was not going to be able to apply enough pressure like this. Reaching forwards, she grabbed one of Marie’s pigtails and pulled hard, trying to drag her sisters head further up between her legs where she could apply more pressure. Marie resisted, working her way back up to her feet and making Pheobe’s task all the harder.

Pheobe realised it was not going to happen. Releasing the scissors, she booted Marie in the cheek and rolled away, quickly rolling up onto her knees and getting back to her feet as her little sister came at her again. This time, Marie landed the kick, a well-placed step kick in fact that struck Pheobe clean in the chest and sent her staggering back, falling over one of the sunbeds as she went and landing hard on her back. Marie bounded after her, blood starting to ooze from her nose once again.

Pheobe tried to roll away but Marie got on top in a full mount. Sitting up straight she swung her palms down left and right, slapping her sister in the face, on the side of the head and on the chest. Every time Pheobe tried to use her arms and hands to block, Marie switched her target. After a minute of slapping, Marie grabbed Pheobe’s right arm and span around on top of her, scissoring the arm between her legs and rolling off. Pheobe realised she was going for an armbar.

Clasping her hands together she locked her fingers around each other. She was a little panicked. The last time Marie had locked on an armbar, Pheobe had been too slow to tap, resulting in Marie popping her elbow joint. A week in a sling followed. Pheobe really didn’t want that happening now, while her sister was still so clearly pissed. She would break her arm just for the fun of it!

Marie sat up and hooked her elbow inside Pheobe’s clasped arms before wrenching back, trying to pull her arms apart. Pheobe knew if she managed it, she would easily hyperextend the joint and break her arm. No fucking way!

Marie stretched her legs out and locked her ankles, holding Pheobe’s upper body down as she tried relentlessly to get control of one arm. Yelling with effort, Marie threw her weight back again and again, tugging, yanking at Pheobe’s arm. Pheobe held on desperately. She needed an opening, and soon.

Marie was tiring herself with her efforts. Pheobe waited until she sat up again and braced to throw herself back once more. Timing it carefully, Pheobe bridged up and twisted towards Marie just as she threw her weight back, allowing her to turn onto her side and eliminate the possibility of the armbar. Getting to her own knees she eased her weight over Marie, folding her in half and pressing her shoulders into the ground.

‘One…two…three…four,’ Pheobe started counting.

‘FUCK YOU!’ screamed Marie as she found herself folded and pushed into a small package.

‘five…six…seven,’ counted Pheobe.

Marie screamed with effort and pumped her legs up, pushing Pheobe away from her and breaking the count. Both girls staggered to their feet and moved in for another exchange of punches, Pheobe landing the better shots and driving Marie back a few steps. Both girls were covered in green smears from rolling around on the grass, as well as a few wet blades from the lawn.
Pheobe made the next mistake. As she stepped up to tackle her sister, Marie struck out an oblique kick to the inside of her leg. The crunching shot hurt like hell, bending her leg out and making Pheobe drop to one knee. Marie promptly drove her toe into Pheobe’s stomach, doubling her over. Marie rushed around behind her opponent and slipped her arms around her waist, dragging her back to a standing position and lifting her off her feet in a bearhug.

Pheobe grunted in pain as Marie compressed her stomach. Marie had pinned her arms against her side as well giving her no means of struggling as she dangled a few inches off the ground in her sisters grip. The fact that Marie had the strength to lift her like this was concerning enough, but Pheobe found her breathing restricted as her diaphragm became compressed by her sisters powerful arms.

‘Give?’ said Marie, clearly expending a lot of effort to maintain the hold.
Pheobe swung one leg out and brought her heel back sharply, cracking Marie in the shin. Squealing in pain, Marie dropped to her knees, taking Pheobe with her. Pheobe flicked her head forwards then back, cracking Marie in the face once again with her head. Marie released her grip with another yelp and cupped her face as Pheobe rolled away.

Pheobe hugged her torso. Pain burned in her stomach and chest from the bearhug, and her leg was throbbing from the oblique strike to her knee. Marie remained on one knee, holding her nose again from yet another strike. Pheobe laughed, ‘Is it broken yet sis?’

Marie dabbed her nose gently. Despite the hard impact, it remained unbroken. Pheobe suspected that her backwards headbutt had in fact caught her sister on the forehead, sparing her already sensitive nose from any more damage.

Both girls were breathing hard. Pheobe got half up to her feet and threw herself at Marie once more. Marie, gripped one of the plastic pool chairs and flung it at her as she came in. It wasn’t heavy but it still struck Pheobe in the face, stunning her and blocking her view as she batted it away. Too late, she realised the Marie had used it as good cover for her own attack. As she swatted the chair away, she saw Marie’s fist in her vision just before it struck her in the jaw. The crunch was awful to hear, and pain detonated in Pheobe’s head. Staggering back, she took another blow from her sister in the stomach, then a kick between the legs as she stumbled, tripping over the upturned sunbed once more.

Marie advanced, fists raised in boxing stance, stalking her sister as she struggled to regain her senses, and her breath. Marie did not let her settle, jabbing her twice in the face and swinging a brutal side kick into her ribs. The kick dropped Pheobe to the ground like a sack of potatoes, crumbling her instantly. Pleased with the kick, Marie quickly scampered to the overturned table, where she had left some…items she had found in the house.

Pheobe landed hard on her stomach. The last flurry of punches had really found their mark and she was dazed from the impacts. Her ribs throbbed painfully where Marie had bearhugged and then kicked her. Her shin throbbed from striking the sunbed earlier and she had landed awkwardly on her left arm. Before she could move, she felt Marie grab her left leg and fold it over at the knee before straddling the folded limb. Pheobe immediately spread her free leg out wide. She suspected Marie was going to try for a double toehold and she was not going to let her have the other leg.

Pheobe planted her palms on the grass and lifted her upper body. She intended to half roll over and then flick her free foot at Marie but before she could… Marie grabbed her left wrist and pulled it back sharply, making Pheobe drop onto her stomach again. Ok, thought Pheobe, Marie was going to try for a surfboard, or maybe transitioning to full back mount and go for a hammerlock. She would have to give up her single leg toehold to…what?!
Pheobe felt something cold around her wrist and the clicking sound of metal. Twisting her head to look over her shoulder she was horrified to see Marie tightening up a pair of handcuffs on her left wrist, ‘HEY!’ she shouted. Before she could think about fighting back, Marie casually secured the other cuff to Pheobe’s left ankle, tightening the metal against her skin before pushing herself back and standing up.

Pheobe couldn’t believe this! Her left wrist was handcuffed to her left ankle. She tugged and flicked her limbs about, but she couldn’t extend her leg, nor raise her arm above her waist. Rolling onto her side she glared daggers at her sister stood laughing a few feet away.

‘WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?’ she demanded furiously.

Marie covered her mouth as she laughed, ‘Oh I found them looking around “uncle” Johns bedroom. Would you believe there’s pictures everywhere of him dressed as a cop? I guess these are some of his…tools. Neat huh?’
Marie turned and walked a few feet away to the overturned table. Bending down she collected another set of cuffs from the floor and dangled them on her finger, ‘Oh look, another pair.’ She grinned.

Pheobe let out and long growl of anger and twisted her arm, trying to pull her wrist through the metal cuffs. It was useless, Marie had put them on so tightly that almost every movement was making them bite into her skin.
Marie slipped the cuffs into the side of her bottoms, leaving them hanging from the bikini string by the chain as she walked slowly back over to her struggling sister on the floor.

Marie stood with her hands non her hips, towering over Pheobe. Casually flicking the cuffs dangling from her waist she said, ‘So, sis, you gonna let me put these on or do I gotta hurt you some more?’
Pheobe was so furious she couldn’t answer. Managing to get onto her back she half sat up and pushed herself back along the grass in a feeble attempt to get away from her sister. One half of her body was useless, the limbs trapped and tightly restricted.

Marie shrugged, ‘Ok, the hard way then.’

Marie advanced on Pheobe, reaching out to try and grab her free leg. Pheobe flicked her foot out and swung her leg about as much as she could, trying to kick Marie somehow. She was so angry to have ended up like this she was not thinking straight, wanting only to hurt her sister as much as possible. Working her way onto her side she swung her leg again only to have the kick slapped away by Marie, who for her part could only just hold her giggles in. She was obviously enjoying seeing her sister in this predicament.

Pheobe tried once more to kick but Marie dodged the attempt and the momentum of the swing made Pheobe roll over onto her stomach, then onto her back again. Arching her back, she strained against the cuffs but could not do anything. The next time she tried to kick Marie, her sister stepped in quickly and grabbed her foot, holding her leg straight up in the air, ‘Gotcha!’ she cried.

Marie gripped Pheobe’s ankle and twisted it sharply. Pheobe cried out as she was forced to roll onto her stomach once again or have her ankle snapped. Marie kept Pheobe’s foot high in the air in her grip and planted a foot on the small of her sisters back. Bending down she started to force Pheobe into a standing single leg boston crab, bowing her “big” sister slowly.

‘Just say when sis!’ laughed Marie.

‘Arrrggggggggggggggggggg,’ cried Pheobe in pure anger more than pain. Marie removed her foot and knelt down on her sisters back, digging her knee in and pulling Pheobe’s leg over tightly, getting it ever closer to her sisters back.

The pain for Pheobe was unreal. She hated boston crabs and had submitted in more than a few from Marie over the years. It never got any easier, but this time was different. With one leg and arm already immobilised she had no means of struggling at all and just bit down hard and tried to endure.
Marie changed position, straddling Pheobe’s legs and forcing her into the double toehold Pheobe had been concerned about a few minutes ago. With her sisters legs both now trapped between her own thighs, Marie slipped the cuffs out of her bikini string and locked one cuff around Pheobe’s right ankle.
‘Gonna give me that arm Pheebs?’ she asked.

When Pheobe didn’t answer, Marie reached forwards and grabbed a handful of her sisters hair. Pulling back, she lifted Pheobe’s upper body off the ground, bowing her horribly and straining her neck. Instinctively, Pheobe reached with her free hand to try and grab Marie’s hand. Anticipating the move, Marie seized her sisters last free limb and pulled her arm down to her side. In a matter of seconds, and against the frantic struggles of her sister, Marie finally clicked the last cuff closed on Pheobe’s right wrist.

Pheobe was suddenly helpless. Hogcuffed on the grass with her gloating sister stood over her. Tugging on the cuffs she realised there was no way out, ‘Fuck!’ she muttered and rested her head on the grass, still breathing heavily.

‘Oh, don’t you just look all wrapped up nicely sis,’ said Marie, walking in slow circles around her opponent, ‘you gonna submit?’ she asked.

Pheobe rolled onto her side so she could look up at her bitch of a sister and scoffed, ‘Not likely you utter FUCKING BITCH!’

It wasn’t that Pheobe felt like she had any chance now, it was just that she would never, ever, give Marie the satisfaction of a submission or an uncontested pin. It was kind of against their unofficial rules as well. Neither girl gave up without being taken to the limit by the other. Pheobe fully expected Marie to lock her into a head scissors or figure four headlock and squeeze her into submission between her thighs. She wouldn’t be able to stop her, or endure Marie’s crushing leg strength, but only then would she be prepared to call it a day.

Marie was thinking. Pheobe looked up at her sister, stood with hands on hips casting her head about. What was she thinking? Finally, Marie smiled down, ‘Oh I have a great idea, sorry in advance sis,’ she said.

Marie bent down and gripped Pheobe’s right upper arm and started to drag her across the grass on her stomach, towards…the pool!

‘Wha, hey, what are you doing?’ said Pheobe, unable to hide her panic. Marie just laughed in response.

Marie was going to throw her in the pool! No! Pheobe thrashed and slipped from her sisters grip for a moment. Marie just laughed and grabbed her arm once more and continued sliding her across the grass towards the blue water.
The pool was getting closer! No, no she wouldn’t, thought Pheobe! ‘Marie wait, stop, don’t, NO!’ shouted Pheobe frantically thrashing about as her sister pulled her over to the edge of the pool.

‘FUCK, STOP!’ screamed Pheobe as Marie lifted her and held her over the edge, ‘Take a breath sis!’ she laughed. Pheobe complied, heaving a breath into her lungs as Marie pushed her off the edge into the water.

Marie watched her sister slide under the water, thrashing about as she went. This was so much fun! Arching her back and rolling her neck around in the sun, Marie smiled up at the sky and took a calming breath. All the pain from the fight was suddenly gone and she felt powerful. Her nose had stopped dripping blood and she paused to enjoy the warm sun washing over her skin.
Looking back down, Pheobe had sunk to the bottom of the pool, her struggling image rippled through the clear water. Marie slowly paced a few steps along the edge of the pool. She wanted Pheobe to suffer a little, her submission would be quicker that way, and a lot more satisfying.

Marie sighed. She loved fighting her sister. Win or lose it was always exciting and a great struggle. Pheobe had won a lot of their earlier fights before the wins had swung more even, and now Marie tended to win a few more than Pheobe. Marie smiled; this was going to be a win for her.

Cuffed and on the floor of the pool, Pheobe was terrified! Sliding into the water she had just been able to get a breath in. Sinking to the tiles at the bottom she yanked, thrashed and tore at the handcuffs that remained tightly secured around her wrists and ankles. The weight of the water seemed to press down on her as she rested on her stomach at the bottom of the pool. Forcing herself to be still she needed to conserve her air until Marie decided to rescue her. Marie would rescue her, wouldn’t she? Wouldn’t she!?

Pheobe’s lungs were starting to burn. Must not panic, she thought, must stay calm. Through the water she heard a splash. Straining through blurred vision, she saw Marie’s legs plant on the tiles next to her. Then she felt her sister grip her arm and start to lift her up. Thank God!

Marie pulled Pheobe up to her knees and span her around to face her underwater. Slipping an arm around her sister, just under her arms she pulled her tight against her torso and raised her up. The water was only just over a meter deep, rising just above Marie’s belly button as she stood in the pool. She held Pheobe’s face against her stomach under the water before gently lifting her head up above the surface.

Pheobe broke the surface and heaved in a breath, shaking her head and spitting out water she had sucked through her nose. Marie held her tightly just above the waterline with the arm around her back and raised her free arm out of the water, flexing her bicep. Pheobe found her chin resting between her sisters breasts, only about an inch out of the water, unable to touch the bottom, supported only by Marie’s arm around her. Her bitch of a little sister was grinning down at her, smirking as she flexed her bicep. Pheobe kicked out and thrashed about in her grip, snarling in anger.
‘Stop that!’ said Marie sternly.

Pheobe growled defiantly.

‘Stop trying to kick me sis!’ demanded Marie, ‘Fucking stay still or I’ll have to teach you a lesson!’

Pheobe refused and continued to twist her arms in the cuffs. She didn’t even know what she was trying to do, she just didn’t want to admit she was totally helpless.

Shaking her head, Marie let Pheobe slip down under the water again. Her sister yelped in fright as her head slipped under once more and her hair spread out just below the surface like a load of medusa like snakes. Marie held Pheobe against her stomach, just under the surface. Unsurprisingly, Pheobe thrashed about again, frantically trying to wrap her legs around her sister but finding her legs totally restricted by the cuffs. Marie sighed and started counting to twenty, the only sound was the sloshing of the water from her sisters wriggling. Pheobe had to learn respect for the winner, decided Marie, and she was going to drown her until she did. Huge bubbles started to break the surface as she reached the count and pulled her sister up once more above the surface.

Pheobe coughed and spluttered violently as she came up, dry retching and cursing on the verge of tears.

‘STOP, struggling,’ said Marie sternly, ‘I’ve got you, ok?’

Pheobe nodded, ‘Ok, ok, please, don’t do that Marie, please.’

Marie smiled, enjoying the power dynamic. Her sister was helpless in her arms, she could see the fear in her eyes as she looked down into Pheobe’s face between her breasts.

‘This is fun isn’t it sis?’ said Marie.

Pheobe was still drawing in shuddering breaths, ‘Not for me!’ she replied.
‘Well, you shouldn’t have busted my nose, TWICE. That fucking hurt by the way!’ said Marie, ‘But I suppose I forgive you; you are my big sister after all. So, wanna submit?’

Pheobe glared defiantly up at her sister and said nothing. After a few seconds Marie sighed, ‘Ok sis,’ she said and let Pheobe slip under the water once more. Pheobe gargled something as her face was engulfed by the water, Marie reckoned her sister certainly didn’t get a full lungful of breath. Marie held her tight against her torso, enjoying the tickling sensation of bubbles being blown across her skin as Pheobe tried to hold out. She counted to twenty and lifted Pheobe above the surface again.

Coughing, Pheobe spat more water out across Marie’s chest. Her sister just smiled sweetly down at her while she composed herself.

‘Shall we try that again Pheebs? Do you submit to me?’

Pheobe squeezed her eyes shut for a second, ‘Fuck. Ok, I give up.’ She said, ‘now get these cuffs off me Marie, please.’

‘Marie frowned, ‘I think you should admit how good I am, how weak you are and admit that I’m the better fighter. Say it Pheebs and I’d better believe you mean it.’

There was a moments silence as the girls glared at each other. Pheobe was still breathing heavily, deep shuddering breaths born out of fear as much as exhaustion.

Pheobe barred her teeth and thrust her chin up a little, ‘Fat chance Pigtails!’ she said, defiantly.

Marie shrugged, ‘Suit yourself,’ she said simply before letting Pheobe slip down under the water again.

‘NOO-‘, Pheobe could have cried as she was dunked again. Swallowed up by the pool water, she found her nose pressed into Marie’s stomach, only a few inches from air above her but it might as well have been a mile. She held her breath as long as she could. With her accelerated heart rate, she burned through it quickly and after about twenty seconds, her lungs were bursting. Unable to keep a lid on her panic, she started thrashing about again in Marie’s grip. She swung her restrained limbs about in a pathetic and useless effort to reach the surface above her, but she couldn’t move at all without Marie’s help. Blowing out bubbles as her lungs emptied, she screamed into the water, snorting some of the chlorinated liquid into her nose and further causing her the freak out.

Marie held her down for another ten seconds before lifting her up again. Pheobe breached the surface and expelled half a lungful of water, coughing and gagging for several seconds before she could draw a deep, shuddering breath. Her chin rested on her sisters chest once again. Marie used her free hand to sweep Pheobe’s hair out of her face.

‘Ready to talk?’ she said cheerily.

Pheobe coughed and then sobbed. She rarely did that, but this was a unique situation. Her sister was dominating her totally and she understood that she was going to have to further humiliate herself to get her to stop. At least it was just between the two of them.

Marie stroked her cheek, ‘Do I have to dunk you again? Shall we try for forty seconds this time?’ she said sweetly.

Pheobe shook her head frantically, ‘Ok, ok, you’re the better fighter sis, you’re really good much better than me. I’m weak. You’re the best! I, I mean it, you’re the best, please. I give up, you win,’ spluttered Pheobe.

Marie smiled and tapped her finger on Pheobe’s nose, ‘Aww you’re so cute when your terrified. Now, I suppose you want out of those cuffs?’

‘Yes, yes please.’

‘Hmm, well, I wonder where I put the keys? Can I remember,’ said Marie, deliberately winding her trapped sister up.

Pheobe didn’t answer. She was back to breathing normally although she was still shit scared of being dunked again.

‘Look, you can have the room,’ she offered.

Marie shook her head, ‘Nope, no. You won in the car; you got the room, so you keep it. I want some other things.’

‘What. Anything, please!’

Marie tilted her head, ‘Homework, another week.’

‘Ok, yes.’

‘Half your cigarettes.’

‘Fine.’

‘Hmm, and I want my nails painted later, fingers AND toes.’

‘Ok, ok fine just-’

Marie pointed to her hair, ‘My hair washed as well, and my tails re-braided, properly, and I mean, PROPERLY.’

‘Ok.’

‘Oh, and any chores Jan comes up with while we’re here, washing up and stuff like that, my lovely, beautiful and doting big sister will offer to do them all, because she looooves me, right?’

‘Yeah, ok!’ said Pheobe. Realistically, Marie could demand anything and Pheobe would agree without hesitation. What was the alternative? Marie would just keep drowning her until she agreed.

‘Plus, a truce until we get back home, Ok Pheebs,’ said Marie.
Pheobe nodded, ‘Sure, ok.’

Marie slipped her free hand into the water and hooked her hand under Pheobe’s ass. With the extra grip she was able to hold her sister a little better in the water, ‘I’ve got you sis, don’t worry.’

‘I worry!’ said Pheobe, although she could already feel relief washing over her.

Marie laughed out loud and started to walk slowly through the water to the edge.

‘That was pretty brutal,’ said Marie, ‘I really thought you broke my nose back there.’

‘It looks fine,’ said Pheobe.

‘Yeah, well, I’ll have a bruise. We’ll have to make up something for Jan, say I…tripped and fell on the grass or something.’

‘You got in a few good hits of your own,’ said Pheobe.

‘And I got you in the end. Can’t believe I found those cuffs.’

Marie was walking very slowly towards the edge of the pool, savouring her victory.

‘I hate you for this,’ said Pheobe. Marie just laughed, ‘Aww that’s not nice, maybe I should dunk you again?’

‘No!’

'Until you learn some respect?’

‘NO, PLEASE, I’M SORRY SIS, PLEASE,’ cried Pheobe, pressing her forehead against Marie’s chest.

Pheobe felt humiliated at having to say that but she knew she would not hesitate to debase herself as much as she had to, if Marie would only stop and release her.

A few moment later they reached the edge of the pool. Marie lifted Phoebe up against the tiles and pushed her out onto the edge of the pool onto her stomach where the white drains caught the overflow of water. Marie planted her bicep on the edge of the drain, ‘Oh, and kiss my muscles.’

Pheobe rolled her eyes and wriggled forwards like a worm. As she got within reach, Marie edged back a little, giggling and forcing Pheobe to wriggle a little further.

‘Stop it!’ said Pheobe.

‘Ok, ok sis, here,’ said Marie, shoving her flexed bicep under her sisters head. Pheobe kissed her sisters muscles as instructed.

‘Now take these damn cuffs off Marie.’

‘In a while. You can watch me swim some laps and do some dives first,’ said Marie, pushing back from the edge of the pool.

Pheobe scowled but there was nothing she could do. Her wrists and ankles both hurt from her struggling and she had to stay still to stop the cuffs from biting further into her skin. Marie powered out lengths in the pool, driving herself impressively fast through the water. Pheobe just watched. She loved her baby sister but damn she pissed her off sometimes. Pheobe was also starting to find it harder to compete with her, losing well more than half of their last thirty fights. She was going to have to find some formula to match Marie, or she was going to end up as a whipping girl.

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Still really great! Is it weird that I find Pheobe more sympathetic than her sister? ^^;
Thanks for the stories. =)