Under Her Bed Part 6 by subby Patricia sets a trap and catches her brother in her room again, and makes him pay. Patricia's Point of View Friday night was football game night and I had to dance for the pom line. I began to get ready after my shower. I pulled on a pair of nude pantyhose and fastened my garter in place. I admired my legs, massaging them and getting my muscles loose for dancing that night. I pulled on my pom skirt, then pulled my blouse over my head. I grabbed my pom poms and then, I had a thought: I should test my brother. I started thinking about it, then decided it was the thing to do. I left my door unlocked and walked down to my brother's car. I was going to make him drive me and I put my stuff in the back of his car. I waited a few minutes, then I went back in and went up to get him. I noticed my door was slightly open, and I figured he had taken the bait. I walked in carefully, then heard a sound in my closet. I pulled the door open and saw my shrimp brother sitting there. My muscles tensed up, and I was not happy with this situation. I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him out of my closet. He immediately began to apologize, but I wasn't having any of it. I was in my pom blouse and skirt, but that didn't matter. I forced him to sit down on the floor. I took his arms and twisted them up behind him. He probably thought I was going to schoolgirl pin him again. The shrimp sat there thinking he was somewhat safe from my attack. Then I sat down behind him. I was going to use my superior flexibility on him again. He spread his legs a little then straightened them, trying to protect himself from my leg wrap. I snaked my long legs around him and then hooked his ankles with my pom shoes. He kept his legs straight, but that was exactly what I wanted him to do. Years of dancing had given me some very strong legs. I straightend my legs then I slowly began to split his apart. I felt him ease and he whimpered a little. It was obvious that I had more stamina in my legs. I could do the splits easily, but I knew he could not. He immediately started to protest, in obvious pain. But I kept going. I used my long, strong legs to force the splits on him. Slowly, I pulled him apart farther and he began to beg. I ignored his begging and attempted to do a full split. I pulled his body closer and laid on my back for further leverage. I thought I heard a crack, and he began to cry. I leaned up and softly said in his ear, "C'mon, don't be such a baby. You should have never come into my room again. I warned you about that." I held him there as he continually begged me to stop. I whispered in his ear again, "I need to teach you a lesson that you haven't learned." He could not escape, and he continued crying. My brother was turning into a wuss, but that was perfect for me. After one last tug on his weak legs, I finally let him go. He sat there whimpering while I got up and stood over him. "Stand up!" I ordered. He slowly got up. I examined his legs, and massaged them a bit while he sniffled. Then I put my hand under his chin and made him look at me. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He said he might be a little hurt. I said, "Come here." And he came to me and I gave him a long hug and said, "I didn't want to hurt you, but you hurt me by coming into my room. Do you understand that?" He nodded, then broke down sobbing. "I'm very sorry Patricia." I held him for a long time, and rubbed his back and lightly scratched his head while I rocked him gently. I knew the full value of a good cry and this would make him more subservient to me. He sobbed a little harder because of my actions. "Shhhhh." I said as I tipped his head up and made him look at me. "You're okay. You'll be alright." His tears were making my pom blouse wet. I kissed his forehead. I held his head and made him look at me again. "I have to go dance for the football game. Are you going to come?" He nodded and sniffled. "Good," I said. "You can drive." My Point of View Patricia stopped by my room and said she was going to the football game. She was decked out in her pom outfit, and I knew she'd be dancing that night. I heard her go down the stairs and out the door. I walked over to her room. I knocked, even though I knew she wasn't in there. I checked the door on Patricia's bedroom, and it wasn't locked. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and entered her room. It smelled really nice in there and I stood just breathing for a bit. I wanted to see that lucious homecoming outfit she had bought again. I walked over to her closet and opened it. I saw her shoe collection on the floor, and I picked up her new black velvet heels. I put one up to my nose and smelled the newness of it. Suddenly I heard somebody coming up the stairs! I tried to force myself into her closet and close the door, but I wasn't fast enough. Patricia walked into her room, and I tried to move back further, but I stepped on one of her high heels and fell into the closet wall. She opened up the closet door, and saw me on the floor of her closet. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked. I didn't have an answer. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of the closet. "OWWWWW! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Patricia." "You will be." she answered. She forced me to the floor. I sat down and spread my legs slightly in a defensive position. I didn't want to experience a grapevine or her schoolgirl pin again. I tried to keep my legs straight, then sis sat down behind me and I saw her legs come around. She set her pom shoes under my ankles, and then began to pull. OOOOOOWWWWW!!!! She was making me do the splits, and nearly splitting me in half by doing it! And her shoes hurt around my exposed ankles. "Please Patricia... stop! That hurts!" She pulled my legs farther apart... "OOOOWWWWW!!!! I give up! This really hurts, Patricia!" She pulled some more and I felt a lot of pain and a crackling near my crotch. I couldn't help it, I began to cry and I begged her to stop again. She then said to me not to be a baby and that I had better not come into her room again. "I didn't do anything!" I protested. She said, "But you are here in my room, and I asked you not to ever come in here again." My legs were no match for hers and she then did one last stretch and held me there for about a minute. Finally, she let me go. I sat there, blubbering like a baby. She told me to stand up, and I was able to, so she didn't break anything. She looked at my legs and massaged them for a bit. Then she made me look at her to see if I was okay. I nodded, and she took me into her arms and I lost it when she started to massage my head and my back. It felt so good, I sobbed a few times and I promised her I would not come into her room again. Then she asked me if I wanted to come watch her dance at the football game. I said yes and she said to get my keys because I was driving. Part 7 preview: The twins join me at the game, and they save me from some trouble.