Sibling Rivalries: Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland (End)

Clyde couldnt help but smirk as he made Heather's face turn red, loving the reaction he was able to get out of her. "I ain't ever gon' stop making jokes babe... Trust me... You'll be beggin' ME to stop!" Clyde would challange with a confident smirk as he tightend his body scissors upon Heather before locking in the bearhug. Clyde was sure he had Heather right where he wanted her and kept trying to hold on tightly. He had to admit though, the friction that was causing against her body was rileing him up a bit, but Clyde remained focused on the match and tried to avoid thinking about the body tension between him and Heather.

Suddenly however, he felt Heather getting loose and while Clyde had a tight grip on her, he couldnt hold her down completely. "Well I am pretty bad, girl. But even I deserve to breathe!" Clyde would exclaim before being silenced by a sudden smother from Heather. "Mmmmphhhh!!" The texan would cry out before releasing his bearhug as he began flailing his arms wildly before trying to pull Heather off of him.

While he found Heather's cleavage a lovely place to be trapped under, the fact that he was being deprived of oxygen made the experience far from enjoyable. Clyde would frantically thrash around in attempt to get free, but was unable to move or get Heather off of him. The longer Clyde remained in the smother, the weaker he grew, moving less and less with every passing second. "Mmmpphhh..." He groaned from within her ample bust unable to move as his warm fading breath coated her breasts, visibly aroused and weakend by Heather's smother. And although he didnt try to do this on purpose, Clyde struggles would most likely cause a bit of arousal on Heather's end as well, as the texan's face rubbed all around with her bust, leaving a bit of saliva within her cleavage from blonde's open mouth as he was deprived of air.

Either way, the longer Heather held him there, the weaker and more docile the wild texan would grow. Whimpering within her ample trap.

Running out of air at this point, Clyde's struggles would slow down dramatically, to the point where he stopped moving much at all. But to his dismay, Heather would wrap her arms around Clyde's head and pull the texan closer. "Mmmmppphhhh!!!!" He would cry out flailing his arms again as his face turned bright red.

"How can I stay still when you're tryin' to kill me with yo' boobies!!!" Clyde would cry out in a muffled voice as he layed under Heather before releasing his scissors, as he layed in a weak heap under Heather, unable to do anything except fight to stay awake.

To his relief however, Heather let him go and Clyde would instantly gasp for air as he was no longer being deprived of air from Heather's smother, breathing heavily as he lay in a collapsed heap next to Heather on the floor.

"Yeah... You.... Got a nice rack...." The texan would remark in defiance to Heather, always having plenty to say. Clyde however began to wonder what was wrong with Heather, its not like he was choking her, why was she so tired out? His body scissors surely didnt do that much damange to her, especially after they weakend. "Uhhh.... Y-You Ok?" Clyde would ask before reaching up to a cooler he had set up while watching TV, grabbing a bottle of beer, opening it and taking a quick swig of it before offering it to Heather.

"Drink?" He asked while he held the bottle out in his shaking wrists, being polite. "Wait! Why am I being nice to her!? Fuck this!" Clyde thought to himself before attempting to spill the contents of the bottle of beer over Heather's body. Starting at her breasts and working his way to her crotch, laughing in amusement as he did this. Its not that he hated her, but he enjoyed messing with her and while he was sure that Heather would most likely be pissed off, Clyde didnt care. "Hey! If you need cleanin! I don't mind lickin'!" Clyde would exclaim happily with a cheerfull laugh.

Clyde was grinning like a hyena as he poured the beer along Heather's body, laughing happily without a care as he continued his quest to make Heather's blood boil.

But as he did this, Clyde realized he may of gone way too far as suddenly fliched upon seeing Heather's fist slam into the ground before she started glareing at him. "Oh shit..." He muttered with a nervous stare before getting to his feet, afriad of Heather. "U-Uh-Ummm... I-I Was just joking babe... N-No need to get hostile..." Clyde would mutter with a nervous laugh before dropping the bottle and trying to scramble up to his feet, attempting to get away from Heather but as he turned to face her again, he caught a massive charge from her and was swifty rammed into the wall. "Ugh!" He would grunt upon being slammed into the wall, pinned against it and stunned.

Clyde's body seemed to grow stiff as Heather pinned him against the wall and gave him that firey glare into his own eyes. If Heather was tired of the texan's jokes and wanted them to stop, she had done just that by actually frightening Clyde with her sudden burst of fury. Even as Heather yelled at him, Clyde didnt say a word, he stood still against the wall in a stiff manner, shaking in nervous fear of Heather. The fun he was having with his teasing and flirting had been thrown away once Heather had snapped at him, he knew now that he was in serious, serious trouble. Clyde simply looked into Heather's firey glare, whimpering a bit before she nailed him in the stomach with a sudden knee strike, Causing the Texan to gasp in pain before doubling over, coughing up a bit before being thrown away from the wall, stumbling up a bit before his back struck the wooden ladder of his sister's bunk bed, Clyde would remain there, clutching his stomach as he leaned on the ladder.

"This... might've been a bad idea..." Clyde thought to himself as he leaned against the wooden bunk ladder before he spotted Heather tipping over his cooler. "Aww man, not the cooler!" Clyde thought to himself quietly, sad to see his cooler full of beer being spilled, but decided to keep his mouth shut in order to avoid angering Heather, which was rare for Clyde, he was also so defiant and never scared of anyone. Heather Sunderland and his Momma being Clyde's only exceptions, since they were the only women whom Clyde feared when they got loud and violent.

Seeing Heather grab a bottle of beer and break off the top of it, Clyde feared the worst and was now more afriad than ever. "I w-was kiddin' about the... d-d-dying happy thing! I d-don't wanna--" Clyde pleads for his life would soon be cut off by Heather suddenly spilling the contents of the bottle over Clyde, soaking him and his clothes in cold beer. "C-C-Cold..!" Clyde would exclaim upon being soaked, shivering a bit before he moved his hands down to his stomach to catch the broken bottle Heather threw at him, mostly out of reflex and fear. He caught the bottle as it hit his stomach, but fumbled with it a bit and ended up cutting his index finger on his right hand after it ran across a sharp end of the broken glass. "Ow! Damn..." Clyde would yelp, tossing the bottle away on the dorm carpet before placing his bloody finger in his mouth, trying to stop the bleeding and ease the slight stinging he was feeling.

"W-Wouldnt b-be as... B-B-Bad if I wasn't... so C-c-cold!" Clyde would remark while shaking his wet clothes, shivering against the bunk ladder.

"This crazy chick... I don't remember the last time I got someone this mad." Clyde thought to himself as he remained slumped against the wooden ladder of the bunk bed before he removed his soaked white shirt, hating the feeling of the cold and wet piece of clothing making him shiver. He began breathing heavily as he clutched his stomach, still a bit afriad of Heather. His fear would grow a bit more as she approached him and pressed her boot against his chest, wincing a bit as he felt Heather's foot press him up against the ladder, before she began talking about tearing him apart all over the dorm, and by the cold glare in Heather's eyes, Clyde knew she was dead serious.

Clyde remained trapped under Heather's foot as she kept him helplessly pressed against the ladder, unable to escape her domineering clutches as she stood towering over Clyde and kept the formerly wild texan still and quiet. "Aghhh..." Clyde would wince again as he felt Heather's boot covered foot push harder against him, unable to reply to her cold words as she now had complete control over the boy. Dispite the situation being rather bad, Clyde couldnt help but be slightly enticed by the dominance that Heather had over him, getting a little bit aroused by the beautiful figure of Heather keeping him trapped under her boot while glared down at him with those intense eyes of hers.

However, Clyde knew that the situation would be far from enjoyable if Heather had her way with him. Seeing her eyes trail away a bit, Clyde saw an opening and reached for the closest thing he could grab on the bottom bunk next to him, a pillow. Waisting No time Clyde swung it hard at Heather's face, hoping the sudden right hook of the pillow hit and a trip-up from his extended leg would knock Heather to the left, towards the dorm wall where a stereo system rested a small dresser, just beside the bottom bunk bed, where Clyde would try to follow-up and charge at Heather if his desperate attack worked.