Scissor Sister
By A.J. Brown



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Nobody ever wanted to sit on the loveseat. You just couldn't get comfortable
on the thing. The couch was so much better and sometimes they'd have two or
three people sitting on the couch with no one on the loveseat. But there
Arianna was, lying across the couch taking up the whole thing.

The short shorts his sister wore showed off how smooth and toned her legs
were. Her feet were also smooth with shiny blue nail polish on them. She gets
back from a year in college and suddenly thinks she can just break all the
house rules? You didn't just take up the whole couch like that.

He watched his little sister, one year younger than he was, get up. Finally.
She didn't call 'fives' on the couch or anything, didn't even seem to care
that Gabe was standing there looking at it like he was waiting for an
opportunity to take a seat. Although her back was to the couch, she hadn't
left the room, and she didn't react when he had a seat on it. She came back in
the room holding a Coke can and looked at him with playful disappointment on
her pretty face.

"Seriously? I get up for two seconds to get a Coke?"

"You serious? You know you can't just take up this whole couch like that."

She shook her head, half smiling. Their arguments tended to be half-playful,
half-annoyed. "We seriously still doing that? Do you try and do all our stupid
house rules when you're at school? Cuz I don't. I'd look like an idiot."

She had her chance to make her point but it seemed like she was done and he
was going to get his way. He did more often than not. She walked over to the
couch, had a seat on the end of it, and put her can on the end table. He was
making extra effort to look at the TV and not her when she sat down, so it
took him by even more surprise when he felt her legs wrap around his ribs.

The strength in her legs felt incredible as she began squeezing him. He had
been in headlocks before, been in sleeper holds, was even in a camel clutch
once. But no one had ever wrapped their legs around him. He knew legs were
stronger than arms but this feeling was incredible. Her legs had looked fit
stretched out, but he never would have guessed they would have been this
strong. She was making him feel very weak.

He pushed at her legs, trying to push them off of him. He felt like he may as
well have been pushing on a steel pole. He tried to stand up but she had him
so tight that he couldn't. He didn't sweat often but he felt it coming down
his face. He felt his face getting red as well. At that moment he felt an
unusual feeling of inferiority to her. He turned to look at her trying to see
what she might be feeling.

"Get up," she said, somewhat bossily, somewhat playfully.

But there was no superiority in her voice or on her face, nothing like that.
She just wanted him to get up. He wasn't going to just let her win that
easily. He should be able to get her legs off of him if he tried hard enough.
He pushed on them harder. He pushed hard enough to make himself gasp. Her legs
tightened and he felt some pain in his ribs.

He tried getting up again and he tried shaking his body around. Nothing was
working. He tried prying his fingers inside of her legs but other than feeling
like they might get stuck there for a moment, that didn't work either.
Breathing was getting harder. The pain increased. But for some reason, he felt
like this was exactly where he wanted to be.

"Ready to get up yet?" she said, with the tone she had when she thought he was
being stubborn.

But he wasn't going to get up. He was shaking his hips back and forth a bit
but at this point he was just doing it so he could feel her strength more.
This was just incredible. The way his 19-year-old sister could not only cause
him pain and disrupt his breathing but also control his entire body with just
her legs.

He was curious what she thought about this and he looked down at her again as
she lay there, her head on the arm of the couch, and her legs stretched out
wrapped around him. She wasn't looking at him now because she reached behind
the couch. She picked up the Coke can and took a big swig, her legs not
loosening in the slightest as she did.

When she put it down, she tightened her legs some more. He wanted to see how
much he could take. She kept squeezing and as much as he wanted to tell her he
gave up, he didn't say anything as she tightened more. It almost seemed as if
she was curious how hard she could squeeze as well.

Her legs tightened more. Breathing was getting more difficult and it was
actually hurting him to breathe. He wanted to see how much he could take. For
a moment he thought he could take her best and he was curious to see if he
could. But the pain in his ribs was intensifying now. While he wasn't bothered
by that pain, when it felt like her legs could crack his ribs, he had to give
in.

"OK," OK," he said, feeling a neat sense of powerlessness that he had to
submit to his little sister. "I'll get up."

She released immediately and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. As rough
as it was on his body, he wanted to see just how much he could take. He felt
like he could have dealt with at least a bit more, despite how much his ribs
were hurting. But now that it was over he didn't want to take his chances
instigating her more.

He got up and she just reached for her can to take another sip like it was no
big deal. She didn't waste any time stretching her legs out across the whole
couch once he got up. He walked over and sat on the loveseat which was even
more uncomfortable with his ribs hurting and realizing that he had to work to
get his breathing back to normal. From the angle he was at he could see her
legs stretched out and the top of her smooth feet, so comfortable on that
couch that she didn't let him take from her.

**

It was almost too perfect. Only two days had passed since Arianna had
scissored him on the couch and now he walked in the room and she was sitting
up in almost the same spot he had been. Once again, she paid no attention to
him, this time with him walking towards the couch to sit where she had been
the last time she scissored him.

She still didn't pay much attention as he lay down and kicked his legs out. He
began wrapping his legs around her ribs. Now she noticed.

"Ah, what are you doing?" she said.

Granted, he didn't have his legs fully around her yet but when she started
pushing on his thigh with the palms of both hands, she was easily able to push
his leg away from her despite his resistance. He raised his leg up above her
arms and tried to scissor her again but she just pushed his leg away with
little problem.

"I'm giving you most of the couch," she said. "What the hell, Gabe?"

He tried harder. Sometimes he wasn't able to get his leg close to her body but
even when he did, she was able to push it away. He tried a couple of more
times but then gave up when he realized that he wasn't going to be able to
pull this off and that she was just making him look stupid. After a bit more
failed effort, he gave up.

"You're lucky I didn't fight back at first when you did this to me," he said.

"Oh so that's what this is about?" She laughed then put her arms up on the
air. When her short sleeves went up a bit he saw how toned her arms looked.
"OK go ahead, I'll let you do it. Still won't make any difference."

Wanting to seize the opportunity, he wrapped his legs around her ribs and
squeezed as hard as he could. Feeling his legs squeeze with all of their
power, he still didn't feel like he had a strong hold on her. She started
pushing at his thigh again and he felt like he couldn't keep his hold. He
barely was able to hold on much at all and she pushed his leg away again. She
looked at him with satisfaction as he felt himself blush.

"Want to try again?" she said, her tone sounding like she was egging him on to
do it. He said nothing but she wouldn't look away. He felt awkward but he
could see the feminine satisfaction in her eyes, feeling no discomfort at all,
and not looking like she was going to look away. He felt more uncomfortable
the longer they made eye-contact but he could tell she didn't. He was about to
look away when she finally just chuckled a feminine chuckle and looked forward
at the TV.

**

Gabe looked down at the faded jeans he was wearing and the dressy brown shoes
he had on. He had the sleeves of his button-down shirt he was wearing rolled
about halfway up his forearms. He figured he had picked a good blend of
clothing, to make him look good, but not overly dressed up.

Arianna came over and laid down on the other end of the couch. He saw her bare
feet coming towards him as she stretched out her legs. She playfully pushed
into this thigh with both of her bare feet. He felt his butt actually starting
to slide on the cushion.

"Maybe this time I can just push you right off," she said as he felt her feet
slowly pushing him over more.

"I don't care either way. I'm meeting someone."

"A girl?" She smiled. He felt himself blush.

"Yeah."

"Who?" She started using her toes to play the side of his leg like it was a
piano. Any time he was meeting a chick she had to know all of the details.
Sometimes he didn't mind talking about it with her but this time he didn't
want to.

"Natalie." He wouldn't look at her.

"Natalie who?" He knew she had to know who it was. She was the only Natalie
from her class. There weren't any in his class either and he figured she knew
that. But she was going to make him say it.

"Kroll."

"Gabe! You could do way better than her. Why don't you have more confidence in
yourself?"

"She's nice."

"She's nice because her face looks like a balloon and she's just glad to have
anyone talking to her. You can't date a girl just because she's nice, Gabe.
You want a girl that looks good too."

He thought about when Natalie asked him to hang out, wearing that hat she had
on trying to make herself look stylish but it not making her chubby face look
any better. The green, thick long-sleeved shirt that she wore, trying to hide
her fat body. But it just made her look big either way and even her boobs that
it hugged tightly didn't look good. He knew Arianna was trying to look out for
him but it made him feel bad for Natalie hearing Arianna talking about her
like this. He knew that others said the same kind of thing.

"I gotta get going," he said.

He started to get up. He felt Arianna's legs tightly wrap around him when his
butt was only inches off the cushion and then they pulled him back down.

She squeezed tighter. He didn't want to keep Natalie waiting so he tried
harder to get free than he did the last time. He had more adrenaline and was
able to shake his body around more but he still wasn't able to even come close
to getting free. He looked at Arianna with a playful look on her cute face. He
smiled back.

He looked forward again trying to focus. No matter how much effort he put into
it, he was not able to even loosen her legs a little bit. She was slowly
showing her dominance over him and his humiliation was just turning to
acceptance. If it weren't for the fact that someone was waiting for him, he
may have just conceded and let Arianna do what she wanted with him.

"Alright come on, I gotta go," he said, speaking playfully but also trying to
send the message that he really did need her to let go.

"So go."

He smiled but his smile got more serious as he pushed down on her thigh
harder, grunting a bit from the effort he was putting into it, and he felt the
sweat developing on his forehead. When he felt just a little bit too
frustrated he smacked her thigh a couple of times. It had no effect and when
he looked at her she didn't seem bothered that he had done it.

He looked at her like he was about to start asking more desperately. But he
couldn't do that. He tried to trick her as his guard was down but then he
swiftly pushed on her inner thigh as hard as he could, more grunting as he did
it. She just looked at him, cracked a smile, laughed, and then actually
started humming as she watched him pushing to the point where his face was
getting red but he could not move her leg.

"Alright, let go of me," he said and he found he was gasping for breath a bit
as he spoke. "This is so mean just to leave her waiting for me like this."

"So call her up and tell her you're not gonna be able to make it."

"Arianna, no." He looked in disbelief that she was doing this.

"Tell her you're trapped between your sister's legs so you can't make your
date."

"Alright, I'm just gonna text her."

He had to reach over Arianna's leg to get his hand in his pocket and he really
had to pull to get it out based on the angle with her legs around him. When he
finally got it out it started to sink in that he was actually going to miss
this date because his sister had him trapped. He tried not to think about that
and told himself that Arianna was right, that he didn't really want to go out
with her anyway.

"Call her," Arianna said when he started typing a text. "Seriously, tell her
that you can't make it because you're trapped between your little sister's
legs. I want to hear this."

He ignored her and started to text quicker. She squeezed her legs a lot harder
than he realized she could, which shot pain throughout his entire body and
actually made his arms feel numb. His hand popped open beyond his control and
his phone fell to the floor, bouncing twice when it hit. She kept squeezing
harder and it was getting to be too much for him to take.

"You don't need to let her know now," Arianna said as she pushed on her leg
but his efforts were just making his body hurt more now and he knew he
wouldn't be able to do this much longer. "You can tell her later why you
missed your date. Besides - I think you'd rather be right here anyway."

He couldn't believe that she said that and he looked at her but she squeezed
even harder with a look on her face like she was really enjoying her dominance
of him. He pushed on her leg a bit longer bur he knew he'd wear out long
before it made any difference. It didn't make sense to him why but she was
right - this was what he wanted to be doing. He dropped his arms as she
squeezed him to her own delight.

**

"Good day to get some sun," Gabe heard. He turned to see George leaning on his
fence, wearing a flannel and jeans despite the fact that it was almost eighty
degrees out.

"Oh hi George. Yes, it definitely is. Been waiting a while for this weather.
Only downside is now I'm going to end up having to clean the pool sometimes."

"A lot of kids your age just leave that to their parents. They think they're
home from college and they should just be treated like royalty and not have to
do anything. You're a good man."

George made his finger look like a gun and pointed it at Gabe before turning
around to get back to his yardwork. Gabe turned to his house to see Arianna
walking out of it towards him. She wore a black bikini and this was his first
time seeing that much of her bare legs since she had scissored him. He knew
how strong they were now and it excited him to see them, though he tried not
to let that show.

"Hey bro," she said as she had a seat next to him. She kicked out her amazing
legs and then swung them towards him.

"What are you doing?" he said nervously.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she said as her legs came around his ribs,
taking away any chance he may have had to get away. "You know you want me to."

"No, not now," he said as her legs tightened and he pushed on them. Then he
started to speak quieter. "George is over there."

"George, so what, he's busy with his yardwork, he doesn't care what's going on
over here."

Arianna squeezed harder and he tried his hardest to push her legs off him but
they would not move. He looked over at George. Arianna was right that George
was involved with his yardwork and not paying attention to them, but it still
felt weird being scissored by his sister with the neighbor so close. He pushed
on her legs more. They were so strong.

"Come on," he said with a gasp.

"Stop being so embarrassed that your sister can scissor you," she teased.

He grunted as he looked over at George, still doing his yardwork, then focused
back on pushing at Arianna's legs. She hummed again to show off the little
effort that she was putting in. He slapped at her legs and of course that did
nothing. She played with her hair and smiled. He let out a loud gasp, really
wanting her to let go of him.

"Arianna, come on!" he said a bit louder.

"Alright, alright," she said as she let go of him. 'Figured you might want to
get scissored on this nice day. Didn't think you'd be so whiny about it."

He looked at her bare feet as she kicked her legs away and got up. He could
still feel the pain in his ribs and he knew he was going to feel that for a
while. He watched his sister walk back inside the house and then focused on
the pool. Why'd she have to try and humiliate him like that?

"Hey Gabe." He looked over to see George was leaning up on the fence again.
Great. How long had he been doing that for and how much had he seen. "Come on
over here a sec." Gabe got up, really feeling the pain in his ribs again. He
could just tell this was going to be about what had just happened. He so
didn't want to talk about this. But he didn't want to disrespect the old man.

"You didn't need to fight that," George said to him.

"What?"

"It's every guy's dream to have a sister that's able to scissor him. Don't
fight it. Enjoy it." George patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

**

Gabe quietly walked down the dark hallway making sure not to wake anyone up.
He quietly turned the doorknob and pushed it open. The first thing he saw when
he walked in was the soles of Arianna's bare feet hanging off the end of the
bed. She lay face down sleeping and the blanket that was on her only went
about halfway down her calves.

He closed the door behind him and moved towards her quietly. It was only 11:30
pm but everyone in the house had been asleep for over an hour. When he lay
down on the bed next to her it didn't wake her up. He started to wrap his legs
around her and her entire body shivered. He proceeded to try and scissor her
and she started to wake up, rubbing her eyes.

"Mmm, what are you doing?" she said with her tired voice.

"Getting you back from earlier," he said playfully.

She chuckled and started to wake up more. "Oh please," she said. "Yeah right."
She looked at him, still looking tired, but looking amused as she watched her
brother try to scissor her. "It's not just that your legs aren't strong
enough," she said. "You don't even know what you're doing."

She actually sat up and allowed him to get better positioning. He had his legs
right around her ribs under her breasts that had bounced around a bit under
her t-shirt since she didn't have a bra on. She rubbed her eyes some more as
he started to squeeze. She didn't even react. He squeezed harder. Still
nothing.

"Alright, I gave you a chance," she said with a chuckle. "Now you're gonna pay
for waking me up."

She put her arms between his legs, twisted her body, and separated his legs
with no problem. He tried to scissor her again but she pushed on his thighs
and pushed his legs down on the bed like it was nothing. Here she came. He was
in trouble. When he saw her legs coming he tried to get away but she grabbed
him. She pulled him right in between her legs, squeezed, and locked her
ankles. She clenched her teeth a bit as she squeezed, clearly trying harder
than the previous times. And boy did he feel it on his ribs.

"Oh wow," he said as he felt a head rush. The pain he was feeling in his body
as she squeezed harder was so intense that it started not to even feel like
pain anymore.

"I was going easy on you before," she said to him with a playful confidence.
"Now you're really going to get it."

She smiled while pushing her lips together as she squeezed harder. It felt
like she could snap his body in half with those legs if she wanted to and his
entire body was starting feel numb. She had him and he wasn't even able to
resist anymore. He just had to sit there trapped between her legs as she
squeezed more.

"G-G-God," he said, panting for breath, struggling to get his words out.
"How'd your legs get so strong?"

"Sisters have strong legs. That's just the way it is. Better get used to it.
You're going to be feeling it a lot this summer."

He kept thinking that there was no way that she'd be able to squeeze any
harder but then she did it more. The room was already dark but now he was
seeing stars all over the place. Could she really make him pass out just from
scissoring him? That was starting to feel like a possibility. His arms felt a
bit less numb so just for the heck of it he started pushing on her legs trying
to separate them.

"Oh please, aren't we past this yet? Alright, give me all you've got. I'll
even loosen my legs a bit."

She did loosen up a bit enough to reduce the pain but he still felt how strong
her legs were holding him in place. He pushed on them, gasping as he did, and
then tried to pull them apart to no avail. He looked at her lying there look
so relaxed as she calmly watched him struggle to get free for her own
entertainment.

"OK, I gave you enough of a chance," she said. "Time for another SQUEEZE!"

She tightened the hardest yet and he felt her knee pushing into his stomach.
That was the part that hurt the most so he tried to get his hand under her
knee to at least provide a bit of relief there but he couldn't do it at all.
It hurt his stomach and made him feel a bit nauseous. The rest of her legs
were squeezing his ribs plenty. He started seeing stars again and this time
they were increasing, over half of what he could see in the dark room was
stars.

"I think I'm gonna pass out," he said a bit nervously, though he knew somehow
that everything was going to be OK.

"You think so?" she said. "I think you might like that, though. Getting
knocked out by your sister's legs? What do you think?"

She squeezed harder, once again squashing any idea he had that she wouldn't be
able to squeeze any harder. The pain in his body was so intense that it didn't
feel like pain, more just like a feeling of complete dominance that she had
over him. He saw more stars. They were taking up the majority of his vision
now.

He wasn't sure if he was losing consciousness because he could barely see.
Before this happened he wouldn't have thought that it would have made sense
that she could knock him out just by scissoring his ribs but the feeling of
having all of his vital organs being crushed by her two limbs that were so
much stronger than his entire frail body made it make perfect sense.

He felt like he was going in and out of consciousness. He couldn't see much of
anything now, just stars and darkness, and he even felt a bit of confusion as
to where he was. But the one thing that he was still certain of was that he
could still feel her legs firmly around his body, squeezing.

He felt her legs starting to loosen up. He could feel himself starting to get
more air in though it wasn't enough. It wasn't until now that he had realized
just how much she had been cutting off his ability to breathe. He fought for
breaths and that just made him feel more like he was going to pass out as his
breathing was not under control. Her legs were loosening up but not nearly as
fast as he needed them to. He thought he could take a deep breath but when he
tried to he felt sheer pain from where her legs were still scissoring him and
he just flopped on his face.

**

He looked up. He could still see stars but he saw a lot more of the room now.
He felt confusion. He looked at Arianna lying there smiling at him. "Did I
pass out?" he said.

"I don't know. Did you? You'd know more than me."

"I don't know."

There was a brief, awkward silence.

"You just fell flat on your face," she said. "And then you were just lying
there for a couple of minutes. Did you realize how long you were just lying
there?"

Now he felt a little nervous. "Um."

"I think I totally just knocked you out," she said.

He looked at how proud her face looked in the dark about the fact that she had
done that. They just looked at each other for a bit and he was fascinated by
the fact that his younger sister was able to do that to him. This was the girl
he was going to be alone in the house with all summer during the days when
both their parents were at work. She smiled at him. He smiled back.

"Alright, get out of here," she said and she playfully kicked him with her
bare foot. "I want to go back to sleep and it would be weird having you here
in my bed."

He started to get up and boy did he feel the pain in his ribs. Once he put his
feet on the floor and tried to stand up he dropped right to his knees. He
expected Arianna would ask if he was OK but no such thing happened. He tried
to stand up again and fell back on his knees holding his ribs. He started to
get up again and it hurt way too much. He started to crawl back to his room.

"Have a nice crawl," she said to him. "I know you are having trouble standing
up, but make sure you at least close the door when you leave."

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