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Old 02-Oct-22, 16:34
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Becky looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was wearing a close fitting pink Dallas cowboys jersey with blue spandex shorts that had small white stars along the sides. She did a twirl and poked out her butt, smiling as her heavy squats were paying off. She turned away from the mirror and looked out the window, frowning at the roaring thunderstorm that had scared away all of the friends and relatives that were supposed to be watching the big game at her house that afternoon. A crack of lightening lit up the sky, followed by a loud boom that made her jump and scream at the same time. Feeling foolish, she ran down the stairs to be with her family.
As she made her way across the living room, carefully balancing a plate of nachos, her older brother Andrew called out, “hot route, hot route,” then lowered his shoulder, yelled “hike,” then bumped into her and slow motion ran across the room.
“First down!” Andrew yelled, signaling with his right hand.
Becky recovered, just managing to keep all of her food from falling to the floor.
“Watch it!” Becky called out at her brother.
“Blue forty two, blue forty two!” Andrew cried as he stared excitedly back at her, a wide grin on his face.
Rolling her eyes, Becky turned towards the TV, the commercial break just ending and the game coming back on. It was the first home game of the season and everyone was excited. Their father, who for some reason was watching the storm from the garage, was a die hard cowboys fan and his enthusiasm had spread throughout the family.
At the next commercial break Becky stood up to clear her plate away, and as she walked across the room her annoying brother called out again, “hot route, blue forty two…hike.”
Becky ignored him, then felt a soft thud on her left butt cheek. She turned and saw a green nerf football at her feet. Her brother had just thrown it at her.
“Touch down!” Andrew called out with both hands raised high above his head.
Rolling her eyes again, she turned and headed for the kitchen where she tossed her plate in the kitchen then returned to the living room to continue watching the game. But just as she entered the room her brother had stood up, called out something about a trick play, then lowered his shoulder and tackled her onto the couch.
“Hey!” Becky called out angrily, falling back softly on the cushions.
“Andrew Beckman with the sack,” Andrew called out excitedly, getting to his feet and waving his arms as if a crowd of fans were cheering for him.
Becky had had enough. She quickly jumped to her feet, called out, “Blitz!” Then dove at her brother, lowering her right shoulder into his side and wrapping her arms tight around his body. With her full momentum going forwards she slammed into her brother, knocked him straight into the air, then flat on the floor with a loud thud.
“The quarterbacks down! The quarterbacks down!” Becky called out in triumph, straddling her brothers stomach as she looked down at him.
“Get off of me,” Andrew called out casually, but from the look on his face and the tone in his voice she could tell she had frazzled him.
“The ref hasn’t blown the whistle,” Becky called out preposterously. “The quarterbacks shoulder isn’t down yet. The game is still live!”
Half grinning, Andrew pressed the soles of his feet against the floor then bucked his hips hard into the air. His sister was flung forwards, but not enough to be unseated. Instead she landed hard on his chest with her knees on top of his shoulders.
“I can’t believe it,” Becky called out through giggles. “The quarterbacks being tackled. “He’s getting taken down!”
Andrew heaved his chest into the air, pushing his sister off of him for a second, but again was unable to unseat her. This time she landed high on his chest, almost on top of his face. He tried to twist to the side, but then felt his sisters bare thighs press in against the sides of his face. For the first time he felt a trickle of fear as his sister sat heavily on top of him, her crotch inches from his face.
“The quarterbacks still pinned, the quarterbacks still pinned!” Becky called out excitedly, pressing her weight down hard as she grabbed her brothers wrists and pinned them flat to the floor. “He’s done for!”
Andrew paused for a moment, analyzing the situation and trying to come up with an escape plan. But as he paused his sister horrifyingly slid forwards until her crotch pressed right up against his chin. As she did this she squeezed her thighs tight against his head, framing his face in a vice like grip. He instinctively heaved his chest into the air, but this accomplished nothing as she wasn’t sitting on his chest. She was sitting on his neck pressing her crotch right into him.

“Becky…” Andrew called out, his football excitement tone gone.

“Whats going on in here?”

Becky turned to see her parents staring dumbfounded across the room.


“He tackled me,” Becky said quickly. “It was only self defense, and we are only playing.” She felt her brother push beneath her, but to her surprise she pressed her weight back down at him, keeping him pinned.

“Andrew,” her father snapped loudly, speaking for the first time. “Get up. Don’t let your sister sit on you like that.”

As if accepting a challenge, Becky tightened her pin and stared down at her brother defiantly. As expected he thrashed hard, bucking his entire body in a desperate attempt at escape. First he pushed hard to the left, raising his right shoulder off of the ground. Becky clung to him, then before he could raise it any further she shifted her weight and re-pinned it flat to the floor.

“Andrew, get up!” Their father barked again.

Andrew heaved his chest, then thrashed so hard he managed to free his right arm. He grabbed his sisters thigh and tried pushing her away, but moving as quick as a snake Becky grabbed his wrist, slammed it hard against the floor, then scooted forwards until her crotch sat directly on top of her brothers chin. As she did this she squeezed her thighs tight together, clinging on tight to her brothers head.

“Andrew!” Their father shouted angrily.

Becky was breathing hard, but her heart was racing with excitement. As she kept her brother pinned she stared down at him and saw that he was exhausted. He was breathing hard and he had a look of complete shame on his face. She didn’t know why, but that brought so much joy and satisfaction. A wonderful tingling sensation raced through her body. When he tried twisting to the side in another attempt at escaping from her, she simply pressed her weight down and prevented him from moving even an inch.

“I’m disgusted,” their father called out as he turned to leave the room, waving a dismissing arm at them.

“Honey,” their Mom called out, looking from her husband to the spectacle of Becky pinning her older brother. “Becky, maybe you should let your brother up now.”

Becky looked across the room at her Mom, then back down at her brother. As she looked him in the eye she scooted forwards even further, now pressing her crotch just below his mouth.

“No Mom,” Becky said as she pressed her weight down. “I don’t think I will.”


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Old 02-Oct-22, 20:32
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He's lucky she didn't grapevine home and rip his legs apart.
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This was really well written! Could you give some more details about their height/weight and build?
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How much more to the story is on Amazon?
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Amazon lists the length of the story at 24 pages.
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I bought the full ebook on Amazon and where it stops in the forum here is about 17% of the way through the book.

It's a good read. His sister is pretty hot. I am a fan of ILMW/Erica Chase's stories, because his characters are usually pretty relatable and interesting. I liked that in this one his sister is pretty much just learning that she can dominate her brother and starts to enjoy her power over him.
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Becky looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was wearing a close fitting pink Dallas cowboys jersey with blue spandex shorts that had small white stars along the sides. She did a twirl and poked out her butt, smiling as her heavy squats were paying off. She turned away from the mirror and looked out the window, frowning at the roaring thunderstorm that had scared away all of the friends and relatives that were supposed to be watching the big game at her house that afternoon. A crack of lightening lit up the sky, followed by a loud boom that made her jump and scream at the same time. Feeling foolish, she ran down the stairs to be with her family.
As she made her way across the living room, carefully balancing a plate of nachos, her older brother Andrew called out, “hot route, hot route,” then lowered his shoulder, yelled “hike,” then bumped into her and slow motion ran across the room.
“First down!” Andrew yelled, signaling with his right hand.
Becky recovered, just managing to keep all of her food from falling to the floor.
“Watch it!” Becky called out at her brother.
“Blue forty two, blue forty two!” Andrew cried as he stared excitedly back at her, a wide grin on his face.
Rolling her eyes, Becky turned towards the TV, the commercial break just ending and the game coming back on. It was the first home game of the season and everyone was excited. Their father, who for some reason was watching the storm from the garage, was a die hard cowboys fan and his enthusiasm had spread throughout the family.
At the next commercial break Becky stood up to clear her plate away, and as she walked across the room her annoying brother called out again, “hot route, blue forty two…hike.”
Becky ignored him, then felt a soft thud on her left butt cheek. She turned and saw a green nerf football at her feet. Her brother had just thrown it at her.
“Touch down!” Andrew called out with both hands raised high above his head.
Rolling her eyes again, she turned and headed for the kitchen where she tossed her plate in the kitchen then returned to the living room to continue watching the game. But just as she entered the room her brother had stood up, called out something about a trick play, then lowered his shoulder and tackled her onto the couch.
“Hey!” Becky called out angrily, falling back softly on the cushions.
“Andrew Beckman with the sack,” Andrew called out excitedly, getting to his feet and waving his arms as if a crowd of fans were cheering for him.
Becky had had enough. She quickly jumped to her feet, called out, “Blitz!” Then dove at her brother, lowering her right shoulder into his side and wrapping her arms tight around his body. With her full momentum going forwards she slammed into her brother, knocked him straight into the air, then flat on the floor with a loud thud.
“The quarterbacks down! The quarterbacks down!” Becky called out in triumph, straddling her brothers stomach as she looked down at him.
“Get off of me,” Andrew called out casually, but from the look on his face and the tone in his voice she could tell she had frazzled him.
“The ref hasn’t blown the whistle,” Becky called out preposterously. “The quarterbacks shoulder isn’t down yet. The game is still live!”
Half grinning, Andrew pressed the soles of his feet against the floor then bucked his hips hard into the air. His sister was flung forwards, but not enough to be unseated. Instead she landed hard on his chest with her knees on top of his shoulders.
“I can’t believe it,” Becky called out through giggles. “The quarterbacks being tackled. “He’s getting taken down!”
Andrew heaved his chest into the air, pushing his sister off of him for a second, but again was unable to unseat her. This time she landed high on his chest, almost on top of his face. He tried to twist to the side, but then felt his sisters bare thighs press in against the sides of his face. For the first time he felt a trickle of fear as his sister sat heavily on top of him, her crotch inches from his face.
“The quarterbacks still pinned, the quarterbacks still pinned!” Becky called out excitedly, pressing her weight down hard as she grabbed her brothers wrists and pinned them flat to the floor. “He’s done for!”
Andrew paused for a moment, analyzing the situation and trying to come up with an escape plan. But as he paused his sister horrifyingly slid forwards until her crotch pressed right up against his chin. As she did this she squeezed her thighs tight against his head, framing his face in a vice like grip. He instinctively heaved his chest into the air, but this accomplished nothing as she wasn’t sitting on his chest. She was sitting on his neck pressing her crotch right into him.

“Becky…” Andrew called out, his football excitement tone gone.

“Whats going on in here?”

Becky turned to see her parents staring dumbfounded across the room.


“He tackled me,” Becky said quickly. “It was only self defense, and we are only playing.” She felt her brother push beneath her, but to her surprise she pressed her weight back down at him, keeping him pinned.

“Andrew,” her father snapped loudly, speaking for the first time. “Get up. Don’t let your sister sit on you like that.”

As if accepting a challenge, Becky tightened her pin and stared down at her brother defiantly. As expected he thrashed hard, bucking his entire body in a desperate attempt at escape. First he pushed hard to the left, raising his right shoulder off of the ground. Becky clung to him, then before he could raise it any further she shifted her weight and re-pinned it flat to the floor.

“Andrew, get up!” Their father barked again.

Andrew heaved his chest, then thrashed so hard he managed to free his right arm. He grabbed his sisters thigh and tried pushing her away, but moving as quick as a snake Becky grabbed his wrist, slammed it hard against the floor, then scooted forwards until her crotch sat directly on top of her brothers chin. As she did this she squeezed her thighs tight together, clinging on tight to her brothers head.

“Andrew!” Their father shouted angrily.

Becky was breathing hard, but her heart was racing with excitement. As she kept her brother pinned she stared down at him and saw that he was exhausted. He was breathing hard and he had a look of complete shame on his face. She didn’t know why, but that brought so much joy and satisfaction. A wonderful tingling sensation raced through her body. When he tried twisting to the side in another attempt at escaping from her, she simply pressed her weight down and prevented him from moving even an inch.

“I’m disgusted,” their father called out as he turned to leave the room, waving a dismissing arm at them.

“Honey,” their Mom called out, looking from her husband to the spectacle of Becky pinning her older brother. “Becky, maybe you should let your brother up now.”

Becky looked across the room at her Mom, then back down at her brother. As she looked him in the eye she scooted forwards even further, now pressing her crotch just below his mouth.

“No Mom,” Becky said as she pressed her weight down. “I don’t think I will.”


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Sorry Amazon took it down.

Heres the story,


From Andrew’s perspective time seemed to have slowed down. He felt as if his sister had been sitting on him for an eternity. With his back flat on the floor and his sister firmly on top of his chin, her soft skin from her thighs pressing tight against his face, there was nothing he could do but look up at her and wait. If he tried to move or twist any part of his body, she would tighten up and he was reminded of how helpless he was. He had tried reasoning, and then begging her to stop, but whenever he did this he would see a sparkle in her eyes and knew he was only making things worse. So he simply remained still and didn’t speak. He just laid there, completely helpless.
From Becky’s point of view time seemed to fly by. When she looked up at the TV she couldn’t believe that the game was almost over. Football games lasted well over an hour, sometimes over two, but she had hardly noticed. As she pinned her brother an overwhelming sense of joy swelled inside of her. It was so satisfying, so enthralling to keep him pinned like this. She couldn’t explain or understand it, but she had a warm tingling sensation racing all throughout her body. She knew this fight or prank or whatever it was was getting out of hand, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to put an end to it.
Finally the game ended, Becky looking up and seeing that the Cowboys had won. But she didn’t care, the victor in a sporting event far away from her seemed irrelevant. All her energy and concentration was completely on Andrew, her older brother. She let out a loud breath, tightened her grip on him and slid slightly forwards, pressing her crotch just below his mouth.
“Give up?” Becky asked casually.
Andrew couldn’t believe it. Did he give up? Of course he gave up! He had been lying still for the past hour. He had begged and pleaded already. He wanted to yell and curse at his sister, but that was out of the question. He was scared of her and didn’t want to make the situation worse, if that were even possible.
“I give,” Andrew said feebly, his voice quiet.
“Are you sure?” Becky asked, tightening her hold even further.
“Yes…” Andrew mumbled.
Becky hesitated for a moment, then finally let out a soft chuckle.
“Alright,” Becky said as she relaxed her body. “I suppose you can go now.”
Then to Andrew’s horror, what he had been dreading for so long happened. His sister moved forwards even further. She slid herself forwards, brushing past his face before climbing off of him. As he rolled onto his side he saw her prance away, out of the room, down the hallway, then gone.


The following day Becky strolled around the house like a queen in a castle. She was wearing a tight fitting sleeveless navy shirt that was cut just below her midriff with dark and light blue army pattern spandex shorts that clung tight to her strong thighs. When she entered the kitchen where her brother Andrew was sipping coffee she stopped, faced him directly, smiled, then burst into giggles.
Andrew felt his face grow red, anger and humiliation swelling inside of him. He still couldn’t believe what had happened, and Becky’s gloating was only making things worse. He drained the last of his coffee, tossed his cup in the sink and took off to the basement.
Becky smiled as she watched her brother storm out of the kitchen. The wonderful tingling sensation was back, swelling inside of her. She couldn’t understand it, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more. She drank a glass of water, looked at herself in the reflection of the window, then took a deep breath and followed her brother into the basement.

“Hey big brother,” Becky said with a bright smile as she plopped down on the couch opposite him. He glared at her, but said nothing. “So I wanted to say I was sorry,” Becky said with not a hint of remorse in her tone. “I shouldn’t pick on you…you know…beat you up. Pin you down to the ground and all. I mean…you’re a nice guy…”

Andrew felt his face flush red. He stared across the room at his sister, her bubbly, happy attitude infuriating him.

“I’ll do my best to control my emotions next time,” Becky said ecstatically. “I really shouldn’t sit on top of my brother anyway.”

Andrew clenched his fists, then abruptly stood up.

“Hey where are you going?” Becky asked teasingly.

Andrew headed for the stairs, then paused as he stood right next to a shelf containing a few pictures, plants and miscellaneous items. His eyes stared at a small snow globe resting neatly next to a family portrait. He turned, looked at his sister, then back at the snow globe. It was Becky’s favorite, given to her by a friend she’d met over seas. She had kept it safe for over ten years now. He hesitated, then made his decision. He raised his arm, swatted it with the back of his left hand, then watched as it crashed to the ground.

“NO!” Becky screamed, unable to believe what had just happened. She raced over to her sacred treasure and knelt down next to it. It was still intact, but the loud “crack” she had heard scared her. Carefully she picked it up, then felt nothing but despair. The glass fell apart in her hands and all of its contents spilled onto the floor. It was broken, irreparable. She wanted to cry, unable to believe it was gone. Still kneeling she looked up at her brother and felt a rage inside of her that she didn’t know was possible. “How dare you!”

Andrew took a step backwards, his moment of glory at upsetting his sister vanishing.

“How dare you!” Becky repeated, taking a step at her brother.

Andrew took another step backwards, then cursed himself for doing so. He was older, bigger…stronger. He wouldn’t cower away from his little sister.

“How dare me?” Andrew shot back. “What about you? What about what you did?” But she either didn’t hear or care what he had to say. She came at him with the fury of a wild animal. He jumped backwards as his sister came on full speed into his body, grabbing and tugging at his arms and wrists with all of her strength. He stepped back again, then darted to the side to break apart from her. Without hesitation she came at him again, fearless and determined. He raised his hands to block her path, but at the last second she dove low and barreled into his legs. For a second he managed to maintain his balance, then tripped as his sister pressed her weight into him. He landed on his butt and quickly rolled to the side, terrified as his sister lunged at him. He felt her right knee land painfully on of his lower back, but he didn’t have time to address it. He was on all fours and his sister was nearly on top of him. Using all of his energy he crawled a few paces to the side, was about to get to his feet, but didn’t have time. His sister half crawled, half ran at him. Just as she crashed into him he raised his arms and slowed the blow. He managed to redirect her momentum slightly, pushing her sideways so that she plowed into him only on his side. They both tumbled hard to the floor, but both recovered quickly, grabbing and pulling at one another while on the ground. They both managed to get to their knees, Andrew managing to get higher ground, wrapping his right arm around Becky’s head in a sort of headlock. He felt her try to press forwards, but he squeezed tight and dropped his weight, preventing her from advancing on him. When she tried pulling backwards, he did the same thing, squeezing tight and dropping his weight. His sister let out a shriek of agony, then redoubled her efforts. As she pulled backwards he felt his grip slipping. He could’t believe it. His sister was possessed, wild and deranged. He squeezed harder, but then felt his sister release a burst of energy and manage to break his grip. As his hands broke apart he fell backwards, then to his horror his sister was on him. She jumped on his stomach and slammed her chest onto his body. He twisted to the left, but she pressed her weight down on him and wrapped her arms around his head, keeping him pinned. Beginning to fully panic, Andrew thrashed wildly to the right, but with his sisters chest on his body and her arms around his head he couldn’t escape. He tried to calm himself and think, terrified of being pinned like the previous day. He felt his sisters weight shift higher onto his stomach, and he knew he needed to act fast. He took a deep breath, braced himself, then heaved his hips high into the air as hard and fast as he could. As his sister was raised into the air he rolled to the side and managed to free himself from her. But it was only momentary. As soon as she landed she lunged at him, her right shoulder plowing into his left. He fell flat on his stomach with the wind half knocked out of him. Then before he could recover his sister was on him. She grabbed his left arm and twisted it painfully, forcing him to roll over onto his back. Then without hesitation she dropped her weight onto his chest and pressed her right knee on top of his left shoulder. Terrified, Andrew rolled hard with all of his strength, pushing his weight to the left. His sister was raised into the air, but was still on top of him. He continued pushing for another second, then realized he was simply waisting energy. He couldn’t free himself this way. Quickly he stopped struggling and collapsed on the ground. As he did this his sister advanced on him and pressed both knees onto his shoulders, then began to slide forwards. Before her crotch could nestle up against his chin Andrew heaved his chest high into the air, sending his sister off of him momentarily. He tried twisting away again, but she was too quick and pressed her weight back on his chest before he could escape. Breathing hard, terrified, and quickly losing energy, Andrew paused to carefully consider his next move.

Becky had been moving on pure rage and adrenaline, but that was quickly changing to joy and excitement. She was back on top of her brother, pinning him flat to the ground. He was bucking and thrashing like a wild horse, but so far she had managed to stay on top. He heaved his chest again, but she was ready and shifted her weight to counter his movements. He pressed up for a moment, then collapsed back to the ground, a little more tired. Carefully she slid herself forwards until her crotch touched his chin and her thighs framed the sides of his head. She had both of his arms pinned to the floor, holding tight onto his wrists and pushing down with all of her strength. He twisted again, using all of his strength to push to the right, but she had better leverage and pushed back, forcing him to remain on the ground. As his shoulders touched the floor again she readjusted her pin to mount him even higher, pressing her crotch onto his chin and holding his arms higher above his head. He heaved his chest into the air, but that simply accomplished nothing. She was slightly raised off of the ground, but it wasn’t enough to unseat her. As he collapsed back to the ground she reaffirmed her pin and smiled for the first time. He was broken, and she knew it. The anger she had felt from her cracked snow globe was still there, but the pleasure of pinning her brother again was also present. The warm, tingling sensation was back, spreading wildly throughout her body. She pressed her crotch tight onto his chin, squeezed her bare thighs tight around his face, and smiled down at him.

Andrew couldn’t believe it. He absolutely couldn’t believe it. He was back, here, the one place he vowed to never return to. He stared up at his sister in astonishment. He couldn’t believe she was able to pin him again. He had tried his absolute hardest, used all of his strength to try and stop her from pinning him, but here he was, trapped beneath her. He pushed lightly with his arms, shoulders and chest, searching for a chink in her armor, but felt none. She had him securely pinned, leaving no gap for escape. Unable to give up, he heaved his chest into the air, thrashing wildly with all of his strength, but his sister simply pressed down and forced his back back onto the floor. He let out a loud breathe, completely exhausted. He didn’t know what to do, what he could do. He had tried everything, heaving his chest, thrashing his body, pressing with his arms, but nothing had worked. His sister simply remained firmly on top of him…maddeningly pressing her crotch right onto his chin. He had tried wiggling backwards an inch, half an inch, but she was determined and always pressed forwards, keeping her crotch right on top of him. He tried turning his head to the side, tired of staring up at his sisters triumph look, but she squeezed her thighs tight around his face, framing his head in position so that he couldn’t move.

Becky sat triumphantly on top of her brother, squeezing his head between her thighs, pressing her weight down with her crotch. It was so satisfying, so exhilarating to have him back under her. She leaned forwards and stared down at him, her eyes excited and angry, the broken snow globe not forgotten. As amazing as it felt to hold him like this, the warm tingling sensation in her body swelling at an all time high, it wasn’t enough of a punishment for her brother. He had broken possibly her most prized possession. A gift from a friend that could never be replaced. She needed to punish him, to extract revenge. Her first thought was that she could simply punch him in the face. His head was trapped, and he was helpless to stop her, but she dismissed the idea as quickly as it had come. She wasn’t a thug or fist fighter. What if she broke his nose? Or worse, broke her own finger or hand. Next she thought about spitting in his face, simply dropping her saliva out of her mouth and onto him. For a moment she liked that idea. It would be so easy and she knew he would hate it. But when she thought more about it the idea didn’t appeal to her. One, it was disgusting, and two, what if he retaliated, and they got into a spitting war? She dismissed the idea. Finally she asked herself, “What would make this worse if I were in his position?” Then the idea came to her. It was so simple, yet so perfect. The sparkle in her eyes brightened and the tingling sensation swelled even further. She tightened her grip on him and felt a wave of excitement. Then without a word she moved herself forwards, slowly sliding on top of his face. He started to squirm as she advanced on him, but she pressed her weight down hard as she pushed forwards until she smothered him completely. When he was directly beneath her she continued to press her weight down and grip him tight. Predictably he thrashed out wildly as she did this, but after so many failed attempts he was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to move her. She continued to press down hard and maintain her balance until he stopped struggling. Then she reaffirmed her position and settled herself comfortably on top.
For awhile Becky remained still, simply holding his smothered face beneath her. From time to time he would try to twist away or slide his head to the side, but she had all the leverage and managed to thwart all of his efforts, keeping his head trapped and pointed right up into her. She glanced across the room at her broken snow globe, felt a touch of sadness, then smirked as she felt her brothers head beneath her ass. She was getting her revenge, she was making him pay.

All of a sudden the creeping of the basements stairs startled Becky out of her trance. For the longest time the room had been completely silent, minus her brothers muffled breathing beneath her. Then she heard two unmistakable foot steps descending. Their parents were coming. Andrew must have heard it too, because he started bucking and thrashing like crazy. Becky tightened her muscles and pressed down hard, keeping her ass on his face and his arms pinned to the floor. She heard him scream, “Please!” But ignored his request. Instead she reaffirmed her hold a final time, securing her weight on top of him and her grip on his wrists tight. A second later and their Dad stepped into the basement followed by their Mom.

“Becky what are you doing down here?” Their Dad asked cautiously. “Becky…Becky! What are you doing!” As he came closer, the horror in his eyes showed his anger and confusion.
“Becky,” their Mom gasped, eyes wide with shock. “Is that Andrew?”

“He broke my snow globe!” Becky called out in her defense, staring up at her parents as she fought off her brothers desperate attempt at escape. He managed to slide his head to the side and even raise his shoulder slightly, but still looking up and explaining about her snow globe, she forced his face back into position and pushed his shoulder back onto the ground. With a satisfying feeling she secured her hold again and sat comfortably back down. “He broke it for no reason. Just knocked it off the shelf like it was garbage!”

Their Dad was about to speak, but their Mother spoke up first.

“Andrew, you better not have!”

“He did,” Becky called out, gesturing with her chin where her snow globe lay broken on the floor. “It’s ruined and can never be replaced.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to…to…” Their Dad said, stuttering, clearly confused how to explain the situation.

Their Mom knelt down next to the broken snow globe and moaned in displeasure. “I can’t believe it,” she whispered.

“He did it,” Becky said, raising herself slightly, then dropping her weight hard onto her brothers face.

“Becky,” Their Dad spoke up, but again their Mother spoke up.

“Andrew made his own bed, he can sleep in it,” she said with finality. “Becky, we came to ask if you two wanted to go out for drinks tonight, a glass of wine or two. But we’ll completely understand if you want to stay home and take care of your brother. It’s your decision.”

Becky took as second as if she were contemplating the invitation, but she already knew her decision.

“I’ll stay home,” Becky said after her pause. “I’m not done with Andrew yet.”

“Becky…” their Father mumbled, but their Mother spoke up.

“Let’s go honey,” their Mother said as she pulled her husband towards the stairs. “Let them sort this out themselves.”

Becky felt a renewed sense of triumph, the tingling sensation swirling through her body like fireworks. Beneath her she could feel her brothers face radiating in shame, the warmth of his red face pressing into her. She reaffirmed her hold, pressed down hard and settled in for a long sitting.



3


Andrew stared across the room at his younger sister, fury and terror boiling inside him. He could hear her ramble on about her snow globe, but he saw right through her. It was just an excuse. She wanted to…to sit on him again. Even just repeating this inside of his own head sent a wave of cold sweats down his body. Not once, but twice now she had humiliated him unimaginably. He wouldn’t let it happen again. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t let her do it. But as he stared across the room at his sister, a sense of dread slowly eked out of his heart. She was wearing a tight fitting crop top with thin, short shorts. Her body was incredible, even immaculate. She had round shoulders, a flat stomach and strong, thick legs with well defined muscles. He wondered why he had never seen it before? His sister was strong, a real athlete. He gulped, then promised himself he would prevail this time. His sister wouldn’t…she would’t sit on him again.

Becky stared across the room at her brother, a sense of excitement and anticipation swelling inside of her. She could feel the warm tingling sensation starting to creep up, ready to burst.
“I don’t forgive you for breaking my snow globe,” Becky repeated, taking a step towards her brother.” Her eyes were locked on his as she advanced, her entire body twinged and ready for action. As she moved closer she bent her knees in an athletic position, hands raised and ready. Then just as she was within striking range she went at him, but at the same time he came at her, hands raised and legs bent. As soon as they crashed into one another Andrew pushed hard, using his weight and momentum to his advantage and shoving her backwards. Becky tumbled to the floor, landing hard and rolling into a reverse summersault. Stunned, she quickly got to her feet and cautiously approached her brother again. As soon as they were close they locked onto one another, Becky grabbing for his arms as he went for her neck. For a second Becky thought she had him, but her brother shifted his weight, stuck out his leg and tripped her down to the floor. She landed hard on her back with a loud thud, the wind half knocked out from her. Instinctively she rolled to her side just as her brother lowered himself to the ground. She tried to stand up, but he jumped on top of her and pushed her back to the floor. She was flat on her stomach with her brother straddling her back, grabbing her right arm and twisting it painfully to the side, forcing her to roll over.
Becky couldn’t believe it. She was losing, she was getting manhandled. Her bigger, heavier brother almost had her.
“Ah,” Becky screamed as her arm was wrenched painfully sideways. Not wanting to tear a ligament she rolled over onto her back, then felt a jolt of fear as Andrew pressed his right knee onto her left shoulder. The weight of him felt immovable. She tried to twist and slide away, but he dropped his center of gravity onto her chest and pinned her back to the floor. Beginning to panic, heart racing in terror at her situation, Becky heaved her chest into the air in an attempt at unseating her brother. A wave of despair swept over her as she utterly failed, barely raising her chest an inch off of the ground before Andrew pressed back and pinned her back to the ground. As they landed he secured her right shoulder with his left knee, then grabbed both of her wrists with his hands and held them tight, pressing them hard against the carpet.
Becky couldn’t believe it. She absolutely couldn’t believe it. How was this happening? This couldn’t be happening. Then to her absolute horror, her brother inched forwards until he pressed up against her chin, then he closed his thighs around her face. In response she heaved her chest again and thrashed her body left and right, but her brother was so heavy and she couldn’t move him. She used all her strength and tried everything, but she was simply trapped. She knew she must deserve this, had it coming, but she couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t allow it.
“How do you like it?” Andrew asked with a smirk, a look of triumph and relief on his face.
Becky tried squirming, but Andrew squeezed his thighs together and kept her face framed directly beneath him.
“Not so great when the tables are turned, are they?” Andrew asked, inching even further onto her chin.
NO!, Becky thought to herself. He can’t do this. He can’t. I can’t allow it. Her brother was advancing on her, moving his crotch from her neck to her chin, pressing himself further and further onto her face. She pushed back and heaved her chest, but she remained trapped, completely helpless against her brothers advances.
“Get comfortable,” Andrew said with a bright smile and a chuckle. Then he pressed forwards until he sat directly beneath her mouth.
Becky thrashed harder then ever, raising her right shoulder and managing to free her arm. She slipped her wrist out of her brothers grip and struck him, hitting him hard on the shoulder. Then she rolled to the right, then fast to the left, using her momentum to try and force her way out. But almost as if playing with a rag doll, her brother dropped his knee back onto her shoulder, then slammed her wrist back to the ground in a solid pin. She tried to twist her body, but her brothers weight was immovable. He had her back in a mounted pin and she couldn’t move.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Andrew said with a loud breathe. “I told you, get comfortable.” He then pressed his weight down, squeezed his thighs around her face, then inched forwards.
Becky felt tears of shame come to her eyes. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Her brother was advancing himself onto her face, and she was helpless to stop him. A part of her knew she deserved this, but another part, a stronger part deep inside of her, knew she couldn’t accept this. She had to escape. She raised her hips into the air, pointed her toes directly at the ceiling, then carefully hooked her right ankle around her brothers neck. For a second she thought she had him. She pulled backwards and tried to dislodge him, but he brushed aside her leg like he was swatting away an annoying fly.
“None of that,” Andrew said as he secured his hold again, pinning her arms flat to the floor while keeping her head framed between his thighs.
Becky remained still, waiting for him to drop his guard. After a moment he tightened and began to press forwards again, advancing further onto her face. She waited another second, then burst into action. As fast as she could she raised her hips as high into the air as possible, then swung both of her legs backwards and hooked her right heel around her brothers neck. As soon as she did this she locked her right ankle around her left foot, then pressed backwards with all of her strength.
For a moment Andrew simply pushed his weight forwards, concentrating more on his pin then his sisters legs. But then he felt himself being dragged backwards and he started to realize the gravity of the situation. He let go of her wrists with his hands and quickly grabbed at her feet. But just as he grabbed them he felt his sister redouble her efforts and yank him off of her, pulling his head backwards and onto the ground. Panic swept over him in an explosion of worry. He tried slipping his head free, but her ankles were pressed tight into his neck. He grabbed at them, but she had a firm grip.
Becky was breathing hard, heart racing in relief and excitement. Not only was she free, her brother completely off of her body. But she also felt an instinctive advantage. Something about having her shins around her brothers head felt right, felt secure. She squeezed her feet together, pressing her ankles into the soft of his neck. She felt him squirm so she reached out and wrapped her arms around his body to steady him. Keeping her ankles pressed tight together, she pulled her legs backwards to get better leverage. As she did this she felt her grip waver slightly. Without thinking she shifted her position and carefully moved her legs so that her calves were around his neck. Once again the feeling of having her legs around her brothers head felt right, the warm tingling sensation starting to boil. Andrew was thrashing wildly, but with her arms around his waist and her calves around his neck, so far she was able to cling onto him. But then Andrew slipped one of his arms between her legs and began to pry them open. She squeezed tight and locked her ankles together, but felt her brother slowly breaking apart her grip. Not wanting to lose him, she reached back with out hand and grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his head to remain still. But her brother reached back with a second hand and began twisting her left foot, forcing it to unlock around her other ankle.
All of a sudden Becky had a realization. Without thinking she re-gripped the handful of hair she had in her grasp, then yanked him backwards, pulling his head deeper into the crevice of her legs. As she pulled once she forced his head in between her knees. She squeezed for a second, then pulled again, forcing his head in between her thighs, closing her bare skin tight around his face. With the warm, tingling sensation starting to flow, she pulled one last time, forcing the back of his head right against her crotch, then closed her thighs tight around his head and neck, framing his head solidly in place.
Becky felt an explosion of excitement as she finalized her hold. Something instinctively told her that it was over, that she had won. She let go of his hair and leaned back, not even bothering to grab a hold of his body. She squeezed her legs hard and watched as her brother grabbed her thighs and tried prying them apart. With absolute ease she squeezed and easily held onto him, his arms no match for her legs. Then she almost laughed when Andrew tried twisting his body to pull himself away. With casual grace she pulled his left arm into her body, straightened her legs and twisted slightly, completely immobilizing him. He tried pulling his arm free from her grip, but with all of the leverage she simply held onto him, just as easily as she held onto his head with her thighs. The tingling sensation swelled faster and faster, and she ignited it further by taking a deep breath and squeezing her legs hard.


Andrew squealed in pain, unable to believe the strangle hold he found himself in. His head was trapped right between his sisters bare thighs with his left arm pinned uselessly behind him. He pulled at his sisters legs with his free arm, but they wouldn’t budge. He twisted his body and tried to wiggle away, but then his sister squeezed harder and he was forced to remain still, the pain from her crushing thighs too much to bear. Then he felt himself pulled deeper into her legs, the back of his head pressed right up against the back of her crotch. A second later and she squeezed even harder, crushing and choking him horribly.
“Becky…” Andrew choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t…I can’t breath…”

Becky kept her legs locked firmly in place, not relenting even a smidge. Her brother had just pinned her…even tried to sit on her face. The thought of it…she squeezed harder, crushing her brothers head and neck mercilessly. She watched him panic and gasp for breathe, but this only encouraged her and she tightened her hold, pulling him deeper into her legs.

Andrew pulled with the last of his strength, desperate for relief from Becky’s ruthless squeezing. He couldn’t believe it. He was choking…he way dying. Finally he succumbed to his situation and stopped struggling, unable to fight back. Somehow he felt her squeeze even harder, her bare thighs pressing so hard into his neck and head. His eyes wavered, vision going blurry and dark. He knew he would be out soon, but he welcomed it. He couldn’t handle the brutal beating his sister was inflicting on him. He felt almost relaxed, knowing he would be out cold in a matter of seconds. But then her legs relaxed, and he took a painful gasp of air. He filled his lungs and tried to free his head, but almost immediately she squeezed tight again, trapping him in another ruthless squeeze.

“Becky…” Andrew voicelessly mouthed. He tapped desperately on her legs with his free hand, unable to take it anymore. “Please…”

Once again Andrew felt himself going out, but just before he lost consciousness his sister relaxed, allowing him to breathe and stay awake. He pulled her legs uselessly with his free hand, desperate to be out of this endless cycle. It would have been better if she just squeezed until he was gone, let him go unconscious. But every time she relaxed enough to allow him a breathe of air before squeezing hard again. It felt as if time had stopped and he was in an endless loop of hell.

Becky was triumphant. She had won, it was over. She stopped squeezing her legs hard, but kept them tight enough so that her brother couldn’t escape or move. It was so satisfying, so joyous to keep him trapped, held tight between her strong thighs. She let go of his one arm and almost laughed as he tried to pry her legs apart. She didn’t even bother squeezing harder, she simply kept her legs locked and knew he couldn’t open them. She leaned her head back and smiled up at the ceiling, the warm tingling sensation swelling higher then ever. She squeezed her legs slightly and purred in enthusiasm. She held her squeeze for a moment, then grabbed one of Andrews arms again and pinned it tight against her body. Then she pulled his head tighter into her hold, squeezed hard, then held for a long minute. When she finally relented Andrew gasped for air, breathing like he had just been submerged under water for a long time.

As graceful as a panther Becky opened her legs, turned, then mounted her brothers chest, sitting high on top of him so that her crotch pressed tight against his chin. She framed the sides of his head between her thighs and smiled down at him, not even bothering to pin his wrists to the side. The fight was over, they both knew it.

“Open your mouth,” Becky ordered.

Andrew remained still, mouth closed.

“Open your mouth,” Becky ordered again, grabbing her brothers head, lifting it off of the ground a few inches as she slid her thighs under him. She squeezed for a moment, then repeated her order. “Open your mouth.”

This time Andrew complied. The last thing he wanted was to be squeezed again. It was humiliating being imagination having his sister sit on him this way, but being squeezed to death was a different story.

Becky smiled, leaned down and opened her mouth. The gum she had been chewing dribbled out and landed directly into his.

“Chew it,” Becky ordered quickly before he could spit it out. She watched carefully, thinking he was about to refuse her, but then his eyes broke and his body slackened. He began to chew. Becky smiled wider and felt the warm tingling sensation grow. “Good boy,” Becky said as she patted her brother like a puppy. “Now swallow it.” She felt cruel, but she thought of him attempting to sit on him and brushed her concerns away. As he swallowed the gum she had been chewing nearly the whole day she let out a soft laugh, then squeezed her thighs together, more affectionately then painfully.

“Bye bye,” Becky then said, grabbing a hold of her brothers wrists to keep them pinned. Then she slid forwards until she was sitting directly on top of him. He struggled, but without any real conviction. He was clearly drained of all energy. She twisted and grinded her body down, pressing her ass right onto his nose. After a minute she found her perfect spot, settling down into the most comfortable position in the world. She let out a loud breath, then smiled. She would be here for a long, long time.


Prologue


It was a perfect Autumn day, the tall trees blanketed in beautiful red, orange and yellow leaves. There was a crisp chill in the air that settled nicely over the empty forest. Becky smiled at the open clearing, breathless at the picture perfect view. Then she looked down at her brothers trapped head and smiled even wider. They had just finished a viscous fight, her brother struggling wildly to avoid having his younger sister sit on top of him. But she had prevailed, snaking a leg around his neck and trapping him in yet another leg scissor hold. Once she had drained him of all his energy, she mounted his chest and sat right on his chin. In a minute she would advance onto his face, but she wanted to look at him first, stare him in the eye and let him see the triumph in her smile. This had been their sixth fight, all of which had ended with her victorious, her sitting comfortably on top of him, then sliding forwards to smother his face. The warm tingling sensation never faded, only grew. She felt it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It was as if she had drank a magic potion that filled her blood with joy and happiness.

“See you later,” Becky said quietly. Then she pressed forwards and mounted him, smothering his face completely. It was a perfect Autumn day.
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