Foot Fight
By A.J. Brown
Man and his wife learn a new game


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Tara walked along campus looking straight ahead and not worrying about who was
around her. She knew that guys were staring at her - she didn't need to look
around to know that - and she loved it. Her hair was long and straight. She
had on an expensive pair of sunglasses and she was well tanned all over. She
had on a black tank-top and a pair of stylish brown boots. As always, when the
weather was warm, she wore extremely short shorts to show off those incredibly
long legs of hers.

None of the other girls on campus looked even close to her in comparison.
Sure, they all tried their best to look good but they just weren't built like
she was. Tara was a tall girl, standing at 5'9, and a lot of that height was
in her legs. She had amazing definition in her legs, smooth skin, and had a
lean, fit body. She was doing the whole college thing so she could get a
degree but everyone told her that she would be a model someday - and that was
exactly what she planned on doing once that opportunity presented itself.

Russ looked at his cousin at the family gathering. Actually Tara was his third
cousin - she was his dad's cousin's daughter. Russ was 37-years-old and Tara
was only 20 so she was definitely his little cousin. It had been a while since
he had seen her but it was impressive how she developed.

Her hair was long and straight and she had such a nice smile. She was very
well-tanned which she clearly got from her other side of the family because
Russ was extremely fair skinned. She wore a black tank-top with very thin
shoulder straps and the shirt showed off her cleavage.

She had on an extremely short pair of jean shorts and her legs were
incredible. Not only were they extremely long but she had quite a bit of
muscle definition in them. She had smooth, feminine skin on her thighs but her
thighs were rather thick for a girl that had thin arms and a very lean
appearance overall. She had calf muscles that were not only defined but they
were big. Russ was a tall and skinny guy and even though he was a lot older
than her, her calf muscles looked bigger than his did.

The party took its course and everyone was having a good time. Russ's wife,
Melissa, seemed to be having a great time and she always got along with Russ's
family. Tara was very friendly and very mature for her age. She got along
great with some of the older people there and was good at keeping a
conversation going.

At around 11 o'clock at night pretty much everyone was in bed. Melissa had
already been in bed for an hour which was actually late for her. Russ was the
opposite, normally staying up past 11 during the week and past midnight on
weekends, and he wasn't ready to call it a night.

The only other one that was still awake was Tara. Russ was glad that someone
that was on the college schedule was there to keep him company. She was
sitting on the couch watching TV. She had put a black hooded sweatshirt on
over the tank-top but was still just wearing her shorts on her legs.

"What are you watching?" he asked as he had a seat next to her.

"Nothing, just flipping around," she said and she changed the channel. "I hate
watching TV yet I watch so much of it."

He looked at her legs stretched out and she had her bare feet resting on the
table. Her legs looked even stronger when he was closer to her like that. Her
feet were very well taken care of. They were just as tan as the rest of her
body and the skin on them was extremely smooth. Her toenails were painted a
clear color and filed perfectly. Melissa didn't take the best care of her feet
and he always respected a woman that did. He wasn't sure why he did it,
because he didn't really feel the need to stretch his legs out or anything,
but he stretched out his legs and rested his feet on the table near hers.

"Ha-ha, look at your legs" she said with a giggle.

"I know," he said and he kind of wished he had just kept them where they were.
"I need to get a tan. Not as easy for some of us though."

"No not that," she said. She looked at them with a big grin on her face. She
had such a prominent smile. It was so pretty. "Well yeah, I guess that too.
But they are so skinny. What's up with all you boys and your skinny legs?" His
face was getting extremely red and he was glad she was still looking at his
legs so she at least wouldn't notice that.

"Who are 'us boys'?" he said and he knew it was obvious in his tone that he
was a bit embarrassed.

"All of you boys," she said still looking at his legs and he wasn't a huge fan
of his 20-year-old female cousin calling him a boy. "This one boy at my school
has super skinny legs just like you do. I actually beat him in a foot fight
the other day."

"Foot fight?" Russ said and he was afraid to ask but was curious at the same
time. "What's that?"

"Kind of like leg-wrestling but it's an even better way to see who has
stronger legs because you are pushing directly against each other's legs," she
said. "You lie on your backs then put your legs up like you are about to
leg-press straight ahead on those machines at the gym. You touch your feet
together and push then whoever can push the other's legs all the way back
wins. Like this."

He understood what she said and he didn't want her to demonstrate but she did
anyway. She turned around on the couch so she was facing him and then leaned
back so she was on her back. She lifted her legs and pulled her knees back so
she was in the position she described.

"Come on, let's do it," she said. "It's fun."

He looked at her facing him in a position like she was about to leg press. Her
ass looked incredibly tight in the jean shorts she had on and he could just
imagine what kind of attention that got her around all of the horny college
guys. He looked at the bottoms of her feet and they just looked so incredibly
smooth. He continued to be impressed with the way she took care of her feet.
He was just asking her what a foot fight was and he certainly never suggested
that the two of them actually do it.

"Come on" she said.

He was never good at saying no. He reluctantly moved himself on the couch to
be in the same position that she was. He raised his legs in the air and when
he touched the bottom of his feet to hers he noticed that her feet felt even
softer than they looked. She still had that large grin on her face showing off
her shiny white teeth.

"OK, on three," she said. "One, two, three, go!"

He pushed on her legs and he very well may have never felt so overpowered in
his life. He was afraid that she would beat him just from looking at the
difference in their leg size but he never would have guessed that his
20-year-old female cousin would have been as stronger than him as she was.

He felt like he was fighting against steel and he felt extremely overpowered
as she pushed. He couldn't believe how much of a wimp he felt like as she used
her feet and leg strength to push his legs back with absolutely no problem.
She pushed his legs back easily to make his knees touch his chest and then
pushed more so he actually fell off of the couch.

"Tee-he-he-he," she giggled as she looked down at him on the floor from her
comfy spot on the couch. "Your legs are so weak!"

"I barely even knew what we were doing" he said as he quickly got up on the
couch before a family member came out and saw that Tara had just knocked him
on the ground.

"Do you know now?" she asked and he really wished she would get up and sit
normally.

"Yeah, I get it" he said and he wouldn't even look at the girl that had just
beaten him.

"OK, let's go again then," she said and with every word she said he just
wished she would be quiet. "Now that you know what you're doing."

"No, I'm good" he said, still not looking at her.

"So you do know I can beat you" she said and she put her feet down on the
couch and stuck her toes of her right foot right under his thigh.

He was not confident that he could win and he did not want to go through the
humiliation of getting clobbered by her again. But what choice did he have?
Once he gave up she was going to be officially the winner so he had to give it
another shot. He didn't want her foot touching his leg any longer.

"Fine, let's go" he said.

She got back in the position looking excited for their rematch. She looked so
confident while he looked completely unsure of himself and he couldn't believe
he looked so inferior to a college girl at that moment. He got in the position
as well and they touched their feet together.

"Ready?" she said. "Go!"

He pushed at her legs with all of his might and even if he knew his legs were
a lot weaker than hers he was going to give it everything he had and hope he
got lucky. His eyes were closed because he was pushing so hard. Even though
her legs still felt beyond stronger than his, his efforts seemed to be paying
off because neither of them were pushing the other's legs backwards.

That's why it was so devastating to him when he opened his eyes. He was
sitting there with his eyes closed pushing so hard that his face was red and
he was clenching his teeth since he was trying so hard. He looked at her to
see a big smile on her face like she wasn't trying at all and was also amused
at the level of effort that he was putting into it only to have no success.

"He-he-he" she giggled with an extremely cute and girly sounding giggle.

She pushed at his legs and with absolutely no problem whatsoever she pushed
his wimpy legs back towards his chest. He had never felt so weak before and
she just extended those long and curvy legs of hers to push him right off of
the couch onto the floor again. When he looked up at her from the ground she
still had those pretty bare feet of hers waving in the air.

She looked so cute and that made it so incredibly embarrassing for him. He
quickly jumped on the couch again just in case his wife or another family
member decided to walk in the room. He realized that still didn't mean that
they couldn't find out if she decided to open her mouth. Just thinking about
that made him feel nervous, almost to the level of panic.

"Please don't tell anyone about this, OK?" he said to her and he sounded
serious as he talked very fast which seemed to amuse her."

"Ha-ha," she laughed. "Why not?" He didn't want questions. He just wanted her
to not tell anyone. He didn't think it should be that hard.

"Just please don't tell anyone, OK?" he said and she gave him a devious smirk.

"Kiss my feet and I won't tell anyone" she said with a smile.

What a brat. Kissing the feet of a 20-year-old girl was about as humiliating
as it could possibly get. But all that was on his mind was no one finding out
about the fact that she beat him in the foot fight. Kissing her feet was still
a lot better than that. He reached his head down towards her left foot. It
actually smelled fresh for a foot. He kissed it and the skin on it felt so
smooth. He moved his face towards her other foot and she quickly pulled it
away from him like she didn't want him to do it.

"Jeez, I was just kidding," she said. "I won't tell anyone, don't worry."

She put her feet down on the ground and sat up. Things were quiet and a bit
awkward. There he was sitting next to his girly third cousin who had just
proven that she had much stronger legs than him and then he kissed her foot.
He needed to get out of there.

"Alright, I'm going to go to bed" he said.

He felt relieved that she agreed not to tell anyone. That was more important
than how he had embarrassed himself in front of her. He started to fall asleep
in bed but decided he wanted a glass of water. From the kitchen he could hear
Tara talking to her friend on the phone. He heard her mention his name and he
suddenly got very paranoid that she was going to tell her friend what had
happened.

"Yeah and my family is pretty lame so they were all in bed early," he heard
her say as he eavesdropped. "Only one that was still up with me for a little
bit was my cousin, Russ. He watched TV with me for a bit then even he went to
bed. What have you been up to all night?"

He felt relieved and he felt silly for being so paranoid. She told him that
she wasn't going to tell anyone and he should have believed her. He slept well
that night. The next morning he heard Tara talking on the phone again. Again,
he got paranoid that she was going to mention the foot fight but then he felt
silly again when he realized the conversation wasn't going in that direction.

After lunch when it was close to one o'clock in the afternoon, Russ and
Melissa were sitting out by the pool getting some sun. It was good to have
some time with Melissa away from the family and even though he trusted Tara he
wanted to limit the amount of time the two of them were together just in case.

"Hey Tara!" Melissa said when she turned her head.

Russ turned his head too. He saw Tara walking towards them wearing a blue
bikini. She had on expensive looking sunglasses and her body was extremely
tan. She looked like a model walking down the runway by the way she was
walking. She looked extremely confident, more than normal. Russ could tell she
felt a bit more confident after beating him in the strength competition the
night before.

"Wow Tara, you look great," Melissa said and Russ would often get jealous when
he heard his wife complimenting someone other than him, even if it was his
younger female cousin. "You look like a model."

"I hope to be one someday" she said arrogantly.

"You definitely could," Melissa said and she looked like she really admired
the girl who was obviously a lot better looking than she was. "Your legs are
so long but normally when you do see girls with legs that long they are pretty
skinny. The definition in yours is amazing."

"Yeah, and they are really strong too," Tara said as she walked up to Melissa.
"Feel them."

Tara flexed her thigh muscles and they looked defined and solid. Russ watched
his wife continue to look impressed as she felt Tara's thighs and then moved
her hand down to her calves. There Russ was sitting with his skinny legs
stretched out on the beach chair. Melissa didn't comment on the fact that
Tara's legs seemed to be a lot stronger than his were but if she decided to
think about it for even one second it would have been obvious.

"Yeah," Melissa said when she pulled her hand away. "They really do feel
strong."

"Let me show you how strong they are," Tara said and Russ immediately felt
himself get nervous. "Want to have a foot fight?"

"What's that?" Melissa said curiously.

"It's like leg wrestling kind of," Tara said and she motioned for Melissa to
get up. "It's fun. Come on over in the grass and I'll show you."

Russ wanted this to stop immediately but he didn't know how he could do it. He
watched Melissa stand up and walk over with Tara. He thought about just
walking away but that wouldn't have stopped the foot fight and it would have
drawn more attention to him. He followed the girls as they sat down on the
grass.

"Now lie on your back," Tara said. "Put your legs up in the air like this and
then touch the bottoms of your feet to mine. "Then we push and see who is
stronger."

Russ watched the two of them get in the position. They touched feet and he
looked at how much better Tara's feet looked than Melissa's. Tara's were tan,
smooth, and had a great shape, while Melissa's were short, pale, and her toes
were stubby. Tara's legs looked much better than Melissa's pale, short,
somewhat chunky legs, with no definition as well. He felt weird looking at his
cousin's legs and feet looking that much better than his wife's.

"Alright, you ready?" Tara said and Melissa had a smile on her face like she
enjoyed playing the game with the younger girl. "One, two, three, go!"

"Oh my God!" Melissa said.

Getting humiliated by losing to Tara was pretty bad for Russ but watching his
36-year-old wife lose that easily to a 20-year-old girl was almost as bad. He
watched Tara easily overpower her, pushing her legs back so her knees touched
her chest with ease, and watching it as a spectator made him realize even more
how wimpy Tara made the person that she beat in that game look. She beat
Melissa just as easily as she had beaten him and the only difference was that
she didn't knock her off of a couch.

"Holy crap," Melissa said as both girls sat up and Tara looked so proud of
herself with that pretty smile of hers. "How old are you again?"

"Twenty" Tara said.

"Well that sure is embarrassing" Melissa said.

"You want to go against me?" Tara said to Russ.

He felt his stomach drop as he watched his third cousin get back on her back
and put her legs back up in the air. She agreed that she wouldn't tell anyone
and he realized that she wasn't technically telling anyone by challenging him.
The little brat. He was so angry and couldn't do anything about it.

"Yes, please do it and beat her honey," Melissa said. "I feel like she
embarrassed us just now. I know it's pretty obvious you'll beat her anyway but
you can at least win us some pride back after I just blew it. I'm going to the
gym and doing legs starting tomorrow."

She sounded like she was joking around but there was definitely truth to what
she was saying. Being proven to be weaker than a 20-year-old girl was
humiliating, Russ knew that. The only problem was that unless Tara was setting
this up so she could let him win and look good in front of Melissa, then he
wouldn't be winning any pride back. He sat on the ground across from Tara and
got on his back.

"OK, do you know what you're doing from watching me and Melissa do this?" Tara
said as she put her feet closer to his, making sure to act like they hadn't
done it before. Damn, this girl was good. He knew bratty college girls could
really be smart and she was sure displaying that.

"Yup, I got it" he said and he looked in her eyes like he was trying to
somehow signal that he was begging for her to let him win. He hoped she was
smart enough to pick up on it.

"Ready?" Tara said and the bratty smile that she had on her face didn't make
him feel good about what was going to happen. "One, two, three, go!"

He listened to that girly sounding giggle of Tara's as he felt the raw
strength of her legs pushing her legs back. He was putting even more into it
since his wife was watching and the fact that he was trying so hard and still
getting dominated upset him to the point where he whimpered a bit. He felt
Tara push his knees to his chest and his butt went up in the air a bit in the
process.

"Oh come on," Melissa said like didn't believe it even though it was clear she
knew what she had seen. "He either didn't get the game or wasn't trying.
There's no way you beat a grown man that easily."

"Well he gets the game now," Tara said with her legs still up in the air like
she was ready to do it again. "Your wife doesn't think you knew what you were
doing, Russ. Let's go again so she can know for sure."

"Yeah, seriously Russ," Melissa said. "Focus this time, there's no way she is
that much stronger than you - you're a guy and you're like twice her age
almost."

Those were two things he didn't want to be reminded of at all and hearing the
words come out of his wife's mouth was like a nightmare. He didn't want to go
through that embarrassment again but he didn't think he had a choice. He
touched his feet to Tara's soft feet.

"Alright Russ," Tara said and she looked into his eyes with an amused grin.
"One, two, three, go!"

He knew how unlikely it was that he was going to beat her but he pushed with
everything that he had. He was able to hold her at an even point even though
he felt like he was pushing against steel. He knew the last time they had a
rematch that she was just toying with him and he hoped that was not the case
this time.

"See, look at him," Tara said to Melissa and she spoke extremely casually like
she wasn't putting any effort into at all. "It's red as anything and his head
is shaking a bit. Jeez, it almost looks like he's going to cry."

"I know Russ, you look like you're going to explode or something," Melissa
said and whenever she called him 'Russ' without adding 'honey' or something he
felt a bit less connected to her. "Are you even trying Tara? You barely look
like it."

"Barely at all," Tara said with a laugh but a serious enough looking face so
it was clear she was serious. "Just holding his legs here - watch what happens
when I try."

With complete ease she pushed back Russ's legs again and he felt so dominated
as he couldn't stop her at all. She was just routinely pushing back his legs
looking like she was putting in little effort to do so while he felt how
overpowered he was. She pushed his knees back to his chest and beat him again.

"Wow," Melissa said with admiration for Tara. "Your legs are so strong."

The rest of the day went on and although Melissa didn't bring up what happened
it definitely seemed like she was acting differently towards him. She acted a
lot more comfortable around his family than she normally did and he had a
feeling that she felt more comfortable because she thought just a bit less of
Russ after seeing that he had weaker legs than his younger girl cousin. He was
glad when the next day came it was time to leave.

"Impressive how strong Tara's legs are, huh?" Melissa said not long after they
were in the car driving home. "They're a lot stronger than yours too. I was
surprised."

She looked at him like she was waiting for some sort of response but he just
looked ahead at the road and wasn't going to give it to her. He could feel his
blood boiling. Why did she have to bring that up? It was some stupid game that
his cousin wanted to play. They were both things that he wanted to say but he
figured the topic would get dropped quicker if he kept his mouth shut.

Melissa didn't say anything else when she realized he wasn't responding. There
was a bit of silence and she eventually said something else unrelated. He gave
her a brief response but the more they spoke he forgot about it and hoped that
it wouldn't get brought up again.

"Can you grab my suitcase too?" she said to him when they were at home in
their driveway. "Or are your legs too sore still from losing that foot fight
to Tara."

Boy was he angry right then when she said that. He figured she should have
known from the start not to bring it up and the fact that his silence the last
time she brought it up didn't clue her in made him furious. He didn't want to
be too loud since they were in front of the house so he got right up in her
face.

"I don't want to hear about that!" he said quietly but very sternly.

"I'm just kidding around" she said.

"I don't care!" he said and she looked taken aback. "Don't joke about it.
Don't bring it up again. OK?"

"OK," she said with a tone like she thought he was being a bit ridiculous.
"Chill out though, I didn't think you'd get so bothered by that."

He felt a bit dumb and like he overreacted but the most important thing in his
mind was that she did indeed drop it. Things were tense for a few minutes
after that but then they went back to normal. Two days went by without it
being brought up and Russ forgot about it like he had tried to do.

"Hun, can you give me a hand lifting this chest up the stairs?" Melissa said
to him when he was watching a baseball game.

"One second!" he said back and with two outs and one strike on the batter in
the bottom of the inning he figured he'd wait until the inning ended before he
got up. She walked over to him and saw that he wasn't getting up.

"Can you help me now?" she said. "Then again, maybe I should call Tara up to
help since it will be easier to lift if she helps me anyway."

He thought he was going to flip out. He didn't know when the last time he had
been so angry with Melissa was. It had only been a couple of days since Tara
had beaten him and Melissa had already brought it up three times. He didn't
want to live his life in his own house being constantly reminded that a
20-year-old girl had stronger legs than he did. He turned off the TV, jumped
to his feet, and walked right up into Melissa's face trying to look
intimidating.

"What did I tell you?" he said with sheer anger in his voice and he stuck his
finger in her face. She backed up.

"Jesus, calm down!" she said and he stepped towards her.

"What did I tell you about bringing that up??" he said and his head was
shaking he looked so angry. She looked afraid.

"I forgot, I'm sorry!" she said.

"You don't forget!" he said.

"You need help," she said and she tried to walk by him. "You're out of
control." He stood in her way.

"Promise me you won't ever bring that up again!" he said.

"I promise" she said looking right into his eyes.

"You sure?" he said and she was starting to get as annoyed as he was.

"Yes!" she said and now she spoke very sternly. "Trust me you have made your
point very clear."

""OK," he said and he looked like he did feel like he went a bit overboard.
"Let me help you with that trunk."

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I'll get?we'll do it later. I'm not in the
mood now."

Things were very awkward between the two of them after that. They didn't talk
and they didn't even have dinner together which they normally always did.
After he ate, Russ went downstairs to their finished basement to watch TV. The
TV down there was smaller than the one in their living room but he was just
not in the mood to be around Melissa. He did feel a bit bad about the way that
he acted but he felt like she drove him to act that way.

"Make sure you lock up everything before you go to bed, OK Russ?" she called
down the stairs to him.

"Yeah, I know" he said sounding annoyed.

"OK," she called back and he could hear her but couldn't see her. "I wasn't
sure if your head might be clouded since you know that Tara has stronger legs
than you."

"What did you just say!?" he yelled very angrily.

He didn't know what was going through her head - was she really trying to
antagonize him or was she thinking that stupidly to think that making that
joke would just make him forget about it? He felt like he was going to go
through the ceiling he was so angry. He knew the smart thing to do would have
been to ignore her but he was much too infuriated to do that.

He stood to his feet and could hear her walking down the stairs. If she
thought he had acted like a nut the last time he told her to drop it, she was
definitely not going to like the way he was about to act. He walked to the
stairs and was shocked at who he was walking down them.

It was Tara. She wore a white tank-top, a short black pair of shorts, and her
feet were bare. She walked down the stairs confidently and had a look on her
face like she was better than Russ. He didn't like her looking like that in
his house. He hadn't invited her over and Melissa had certainly never told him
she'd be coming over so he didn't even know what she was there. He certainly
didn't want her to be there when he was so angry.

"What are you doing here, Tara?" he said as she walked towards him.

"I hear you got a little aggressive with Melissa earlier," she said as she
walked towards the bottom of the steps. "You can't be treating your wife like
that, Russ."

"What??" he said and whenever he thought he couldn't get angrier he did. "What
did?Melissa, what are you telling her?? You can't be telling other people our
business!"

"Don't talk to her right now," Tara said with a smile as she reached like she
was going to grab him and he back-stepped. "You're talking to me."

"Tara, I want you to leave my house right now!" he said and he sounded very
scared although he didn't know why. He could feel his heart beating fast.

"No" she said with a cute smile as she went to grab him again and he stepped
back some more.

"No, what do you mean no?" he said with disbelief. "You can't?.that's it,
Melissa call the police now!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" she laughed at him loudly and he felt like he was going to lose
his mind. "The police. You'd do that to your own cousin? I know you wouldn't
do that now let's see what you've got."

She went right at him, grabbed him at the shoulders, and started pushing him
backwards. He was certain that he had a stronger upper body than she did but
it didn't seem to matter since her legs were so much stronger. He tried to
push back but couldn't stop her as she pushed him back with ease.

He looked at the cute smile on her face as she pushed him right towards the
wall. He tried his best to plant his feet and stop her but her legs were too
strong. She kept pushing him back and when he was getting close to the wall
she put her leg behind his and took him down.

She got down on top of him and he tried to push her off but he learned that
wrestling on the ground with a tall girl with strong legs was not easy. She
had her knees down and from the position he was in he couldn't push her off of
him at all. While he struggled she just smiled.

She was sitting on his stomach but then started moving her butt up towards his
chest. He was breathing heavily trying to get her off of him as she moved up
on him with ease. Her butt felt so strong as it held him down. She sat on his
chest and pinned down his shoulders with her knees.

She totally had him trapped. His shoulders were no match for her knees and
thick thighs. He felt so overpowered as he felt her legs pinning his shoulders
down so he couldn't move them at all and his shoulders and upper arms even
felt a bit numb. He was still breathing heavily and he even whined a bit as he
tried his best to move his arms but he couldn't.

"Get off of me!" he said with a low but threatening tone which she did not
look like she was taking very seriously. "This is the only time I'm going to
warn you."

"I'm so scared" she said with a smile and a sarcastic tone.

"OK, that's it," he said to her quietly but then he yelled. "Melissa! Melissa,
call the police!"

"Oh, you are not!" Tara said still looking amused and not worried at all.

"Melissa, call the police now!" he yelled.

He could hear her coming and then he heard her walking down the stairs. Even
though he knew that Melissa had told Tara what had happened and told her to
come over he didn't think that she'd just let Tara beat him up in their own
house. But his wife walked right up, stood above him, and looked down at him.
She had a look on her face like she was half satisfied but still annoyed at
him for their earlier argument.

"The police?" Melissa said to him. "Seriously? Funny, because I didn't call
the police on you when you aggressively got in my face before, scaring the
hell out of me, and looking like you were going to hit me or something."

"I didn't hit you!" he said.

"You can't just get in my face like that!" she said to him. "Promise me you
won't ever do anything like that again."

"We can talk about it," he said and he couldn't believe he was having this
discussion with his wife while his girl cousin pinned him down. "But Tara, you
need to leave now."

"She's not going anywhere," Melissa said. "I don't feel safe alone with you
right now."

"Oh my God," Russ said and it was so frustrating for him that the girls were
in such control. "Stop ripping on me about the foot fight and I won't do that
again, OK?"

"You just don't get it, do you?" Tara said and he would have told her to shut
up if she didn't have him pinned down.

"No Russ, I'm not going to promise that," Melissa said. "Even if I tease you,
that's not an appropriate way to behave."

"I'm not talking to you about this until she leaves," he said and he pointed
to Tara.

"Then you're going to be lying there for a while," Melissa said. "Because I
can wait all night." He struggled more but could barely move his upper body at
all.

"I'm not waiting all night," Tara said. "I can take care of this a lot quicker
than that."

She got off of him and sat her butt next to his chest. He immediately tried to
get up but she went right at him holding his chest down with her legs. He was
amazed at how good she was at wrestling with her legs and the fact that they
were stronger than any part of his entire body made it next to impossible to
stop them from doing what she wanted.

While he struggled she wrapped her legs right around his chest in body
scissors and locked her ankles together. He felt like a prisoner trapped
between those legs as he desperately tried to pull them apart. His eyes
watered up from feeling helpless when it didn't work.

"Promise your wife you won't do that again" his younger girl cousin
instructed.

"I told you I'm not talking about this until you leave" he said.

She then squeezed her legs as hard as she could and now he couldn't think of
anything other than the extreme pain that he was in. He felt it start in the
bones of his chest and then spread throughout his entire upper body. It was
hard to breathe and it felt like was on the verge of breaking him in half.

She just kept doing it and he was hurting too badly to fight back or even ask
her to stop. He thought for sure he was going to pass out but all he could do
was go with it. Finally she started to loosen up just a bit but she still held
him to make sure he was still trapped. He could still feel the pain spreading
throughout his body and his chest actually hurt worse. He had to really
concentrate just to breathe.

"Ready to tell Melissa you won't do that again?" Tara said and he just didn't
answer her. "Alright."

She squeezed again just as hard and this time he thought for sure that she was
going to not only knock him out but possibly break some bones in the process.
His arms were limp at his sides as he could feel her amazing legs crushing
him. When she finally loosened up he felt completely at her mercy. All that
mattered at that point to him was doing exactly what she wanted so he could
avoid any further suffering.

"You promise you won't get in your wife's face like that and be aggressive
with her ever again?" Tara said and she looked ready to squeeze again if she
had to.

"Yes" he said almost in a whisper only because he could barely talk.

"Say it louder!" Tara said and she squeezed her legs just a little bit, not to
hurt him but to remind him what she could do. "And say you promise."

"Yes!" he said as loud as he could in that state. "I promise I will never do
that again."

"Good," she said, starting to release her legs and Russ was in so much pain
that he wasn't even going to think of trying anything once she let go. "And
you better mean that because if I have to come back I will."

Russ was in so much pain. He couldn't believe how dominated he felt. He was in
a ton of pain and the fact that it wasn't going away made the point that he
better not do it again. Tara stood at his head with her bare feet right next
to his face. He just wanted her to leave. She gave Melissa a smile and looked
like she was going to leave but then she stopped. Tara used her bare foot to
turn Russ's head to the side and stuck her foot right in front of his face.

"Kiss my feet," Tara said. "And this time I'm not joking."

"Oh God, he is not going to do that" Melissa said and she sounded quite
excited about the idea.

"Sure he will" Tara said.

And Russ did. After how badly she had hurt him, anything seemed better than
her trapping him in those scissors again and he didn't doubt that she would
nor did he want to find out. He kissed her left foot and then her right. Tara
just wiggled her toes as he did it and she didn't laugh - he briefly looked up
at her to actually see serious look on her face which looked very dominant.
Melissa laughed though.

"Wow," Melissa said and when he had kissed both feet Tara finally pulled them
away and looked at Melissa. "I can't believe I just watched you kiss your
girly cousins bare feet. I'm going to tease you about that for a long time."

"Do it all you want," Tara said. "If he has a problem with it, you know where
to reach me."

"Thanks," Melissa said. "I have a question for you - when you made him kiss
your feet why did you say that you weren't joking this time."

"Sorry," Tara said back with a friendly smile. "I promised I wouldn't tell.
But if you want to get it out of him he seems to be in a pretty obedient mood
right now. I'll see you later. And please make sure you call me if you need
to."

Tara left the house and walked out to her car. She knew that guys couldn't get
their eyes off of her and that she could make them do almost anything because
of that. And now she knew about another power she had - those strong legs of
hers. Between her great looks and her strong legs she was unstoppable.

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