"Carla was only eight years old, "Darren really likes you. Don't breakhis heart or I'll kick your ass." Carla!" It's ok. I don't intend to break his h...art. He's my brothers bestfriend. And I wouldn't do that to my brother." Well it sure didn't look like that the other night."I realized that I hadn't even noticed her at the store I was toopreoccupied with her older brother.We rode back to the farm and Momma had me switch saddles. Then wefollowed Bernadine and Carla through the usual competition. I did not want to let him go. I wanted him scissored between my thighs forever. And he wanted my thighs to scissor him forever. The perfect match! We were so happy we couldn’t believe it. I quoted another song for him: “I only have thighs for you”. It was like a preview of our wedding vows and we got married shortly after our first scissor session.In the coming months I would scissor him almost every day. On occasions we tried some competitive wrestling and I beat him almost every time. Even if. The forfeit was decided on by the remaining clothed players. It was up to John, they said, if he wanted to play or not. However, once a decision was made to play there could be no withdrawal until the game was finally over. No one could chicken out. John said he was game. Sarah then produced a new pack of cards, with each card showing on its front a picture of a naked man or woman, and both in the case of court cards. She said these were the appropriate cards for. ‘And if someone else if here boy?’‘I will still act like I’m a fag Sir.’‘Why is that boy?’‘Because I’m a fag Sir.’‘Good boy.’ You let me loose. ‘Go get me a drink faggot.’I prance out of the room trying to walk like a fag. My ass still feels on fire.I come back with your drink. Head down, I extend my hands. ‘For you Sir.’He takes the drink from me. His finger lifts my chin making me look at him, his stare intense, penetrating. ‘Why are you still standing faggot?’I move to my knees quickly. ‘I’m.