"Stop." She said softly -- too softly to make a difference. She waited. Melanie had the crazy feeling that when his arms reached the ground she was going to… No. Ridiculous, impossible. Yet she felt ripe for it, primed, as though she had climaxed recently. However, that was ridiculous too. She knew it had been months since she was able to find the release of orgasm. Her clit had begun to forget what pleasure and ecstasy felt like.
She watched the arms go lower and drank in the vision. The humiliated brother and the dominant one, the victor, defeating his own sibling for her, the savage glint in his eye as he fought in order to claim her. What would he do once the battle was won? Claim the spoils of victory? Was that what she was? A prize at a wrestling match?
"Melanie!" The losing brother called out.
She stared at him but didn't respond, unmoving.
"Melanie, what's wrong with you? Listen to me."
His hands sank lower, his desperation became more intense.
Melanie stood and stared.