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

Clyde was relieved to have got Heather off of him with that desperate Pillow attack before making the girl stumble over. "The Silence is over, baby!" Clyde would exclaim as he sat himself, a bit sore on the chest but otherwise good enough to fight. Waisting no time he charged at Heather, thinking of only beating her, he wouldnt really notice the sensually romantic song of "Let's Get it On", at first.

During his charge, he collided with Heather, whom was charging back at him, causing the two to be knocked down within the lower bunk of the bunk bed. At this point, Clyde realized what song was playing as he discovered Heather over him as they layed in the bed. His face would instantly blush bright red. "It's Marvin Gaye, woman!" Clyde would exclaim back at Heather before trying to get over the awkwardness of the situation and simply turn the two over to pin Heather down on the bed by her wrists, just like before, but was now hoping to avoid getting any more aroused because of their bed wrestling, although that seemed unlikely.

As the two are sent towards the bed with Heather landing on top, she tries to just focus on beating him up but the song was clearly throwing her off. Hearing Clyde's response to her confusion, she glares at him again, but still with a red face, almost just as his. "Y-yeah I know that! but-" she begins to say until she is cut off when Clyde tries to turn the two over.

Because of Heather also feeling the awkwardness in the situation, the positions are easily switched as her wrists are pinned down to the bed. "G-get the hell off!" She says, trying to push her wrists up, struggling to get out. "Y-you planned this didn't you!?" She says, spouting out a ridiculous accusation as she tries to take her mind off it as much as she can, however she couldn't prevent her face from lighting up all the while. Keeping up her struggles she would kick her legs while still trying to push up, causing the two to bounce a bit on the soft surface of the bed.

Clyde was the type of person to use his fists to solve any type of problem with another person, but this time he was trying to avoid that, for out of fear that he would only make Heather angrier.

"P-Planned this!? Beleive me missy! I ain't planned nothing and Im as shocked as you are!" Clyde would plead before Heather kicked out her legs while trying to push him off, causing Clyde's balance to slip up as they bounced on the bed, causing Clyde to fall foreward, against Heather on the bed. "This is your fault... You started this..." Muttered Clyde with his face in the mattress. His head had landed just next to her own head, while his chin rested on top of her right shoulder blade. He tried to keep her wrists held down, but to also tie up her legs with his own to stop her kicking, causing quite a bit of tension on eachother as Clyde inadvertently grinded with Heather as the two tussled with eachother.

As Clyde falls forward, now laying fully against her, Heather's eyes widen. She moves her head to the side as much as she can as she continues to try and push up on her wrists, finding it a bit harder now that he was lying down against her.

"No way is this my fault! I didn't want..This! You're the one who keeps saying stuff!" She says as she continues to struggle. As Clyde wraps his legs around her's, stopping her from kicking, she tries to arch her body up to get him off. Feeling them rubbing up against eachother the whole time, Heather's blush becomes an even deeper red as she turns her head to look at his. "Wh-wh-what the hell are you doing!? S-stop moving so much! You should have just l-let me kick your ass!" she yells as the situation turns more and more to the opposite direction she was pulling for. Blaming it all on him whereas her struggles are more than likely what's causing most of the rubbing. Feeling his closeness as his body presses against her breasts and crotch, she groans in her frantic struggles to escape and turn the situation around again, trying to ignore the slight arousing feeling that's coming over herself, the surroundings that the music was causing not helping at all.

Clyde had been physically drained after a lengthy battle with Heather and his bed grappling with Heather was starting to tire him out as it kept going on. "I wouldn't be here if you would just stop movin'!" The texan would argue, blaming the close position he was in on Heather. "You honestly think Im gon' move so you can hit me!? Hell no!" Clyde would exclaim, still red in the face as his chest and crotch kept rubbing up against Heather, who was wearing a black lingerie bra and panties, which didnt make Clyde's situation any easier as they kept grinding against eachother. "S-Stop M-Moovvving..." Clyde would groan as the grinding between him and Heather was only arousing him further, turning his face bright red upon hearing her sudden groan as he rested his head upon Heather's shoulder, panting heavily which caused his warm breath to coat Heather's neck as he rested there, still trying to hold her dispite being a bit fatigued. "S-Stop d-d-doing that!" He begged as he felt his member grow stiff against his jeans, which were still rubbing against the soft fabric of Heather's panties. The tension was starting to get reather heavy.

As Heather's struggles continue and Clyde tries to keep her down, their bodies continue to grind against eachother. "J-just get...off!!" she says as she shakes her head, trying to inch it away separate from Clyde's. "It's not my fault! Y-you're the one who wont just get up!" She then feels something hard rub against her crotch. Realizing what it was, she frantically tries to free her right hand. "L-l-l-let go!!" she yells, blushing intensely as she clenches her teeth afterwards. The weird sensation she was feeling from it she tried to shake out of her mind immediately.

If she can free her hand she'll try to pull it downwards and wrap it around Clyde's neck. In a panic she'll try and squeeze hard to attempt to choke him and use the momentum she could get from it to turn the two over again.

"...They're just ain't no reasonin' with ya!" Clyde would argue, trying to stay strong dispite his strength being sapped away from fatigue and the sexual tension of him and Heather's struggles, which most likely helped Heather get her hand free and pull Clyde into that chokehold of hers.

"Ack!" The texan cried out before he was turned over by Heather, releasing her wrists as he tried to pull her arm off of him, he still managed to keep his legs tied around Heather though. Dispite this, Clyde was growing weak, his struggles were would slowly stop being rough and would become weak, to the point that every 'escape' grapple he had on Heather, had now become a soft caressing touch as the texan grappled and pushed at the top of Heather's abdomen, just below her breasts, trying desperately to stay in the fight. "Nyuughhh..." He groaned from her chokehold.

"I..Could say the same about you!" Heather yells back in response to Clyde as she turns them over with the choke. Relieved to have her arms free but she finds that his legs were still tied around hers, keeping their lower bodies pressed together.

She moves her left hand up to his neck as well to support her choke, but all in all even with that it ended up being a pretty lose one. The hot feeling from the two constantly rubbing against eachother started to get to her as her cheeks were completely red. Her breathing started growing heavy as she saw his expression from her choking, accompanied by his hands touching her upper abdomen, just barely touching her breasts. "Just...give up...so we can stop this.." she says between breaths as she looks down at him.

Putting what she can into the choke, she tries to keep her body up as much as possible, but couldn't avoid their crotches pressing together. Heightening a rising sexual feeling in her, her eyes watered a bit. "What...do you say? I'll...just choke you out...if you don't" She says to him, while in reality even though her choke would be straining him, it wouldn't be strong enough to do as she says, which frustrated her a bit inside. Despising the boy under her just a few minutes ago, now she couldn't seem to put him away when she wanted to because of these nagging feelings that were occurring.

"W-Why don't you give up.. If you wanna stop so much..." A tired and heavy breathing Clyde would whisper to Heather as he struggled with the ever rising sexual between him and Heather. At this point her choke was hurting him, but wasnt strong enough to make him give up right then and there, it felt weaker, much like his own grip, but Clyde knew he couldnt stay there forever, the arousing build up as well as the pain from erect member being caught under his jeans was enough to drive Clyde crazy.

"G-Give up or call for a t-truce w-woman!" Clyde would demand in an almost submissive tone before his hands accedently ran over Heather's breasts and inadvertently began to slowly massage her breasts, partly on accident, but this was also a desperate attempt to get free or end the match. His only problem however, was just hanging on in the match. "If Y-you don't... I'll... *ack!*" Time was running out for Clyde, prompting the texan to resort to dirty tactics as attempted to lean back and grind him crotch against Heather's. His eye twitching a bit as he felt the tension in his member building ever more. And while Clyde seemed to dislike the person that was Heather Sunderland, the situation he was in seemed to be affecting his thinking and opinion of her, the sensual feeling that was building in the room was causing him to develop rather intimate feelings and thoughts, regarding Heather. Which was may or may not be a good thing.

"Egh..Hell no!" Heather says, holding her grasp as firm as she could while her body was giving in by the second. The only thing keeping her holding on was the idea she was still in a match. Her pride and will to pull out a victory over Clyde was still undying even under the circumstances that was surrounding them at the moment. However, it WAS becoming increasingly harder for Heather to hold on with just that as her breathing became heavier.

"There's...no way I'm..not going to win this...you're giving up..before I am!" she says, her voice straining as she tried with all her might to keep her grip from faltering. She lets out a gasp between her breaths as his hand went over her breasts, massaging them. "W-wait...don't..do that!" she says as her nipples harden to his touch. Clyde added to her troubles as he would being to grind his crotch against her's. Not being able to hold it in, Heather lets out a small moan before biting her lip, trying to hold in the incredibly arousing feeling she was getting from it. "N-no..S-stop that...That's..not fair" she says, barely able to let out between her now very heavy breaths.

Her grip on Clyde's throat weakened more as her body tensed up to the touching of his on it. Her eyes watered even more as she tried shaking him by his neck, although due to her strength fading it would be much slower than she wanted it to be. She wanted to take use her hands to remove his from her breasts and push him away, but she also wanted to keep the choke held on for as long as she can, hoping in her mind he would give up before her body gave up for her.