Paul was a tall and round-faced, wide-mouthed and slightly snub-nosed by of fifteen with short black spiky hair and wicked black button eyes. In addition to his trainers, he was wearing the black football shorts and black-striped white socks of his local football club.
He stood up and walked over to his bed. Picking up the black and white football shirt laid neatly on his bed, Paul put it on and made sure it was straight.
Then he went over to his wardrobe and opened the door. Reaching inside, he produced a white-striped black Adidas tracksuit jacket, which he put and zipped up most of the way.
Paul turned round to face his bed, and was about to pick up the black and white nylon gym bag (containing his football boots) when Gemma appeared in the open bedroom doorway with a menacing smile on her face.
Gemma was Paul’s tall and well-built, quite muscular but strikingly beautiful sister of twenty, with long straight jet black hair tied back in a pony tail. She wore a loose-fitting pale blue tee-shirt with a small white motif and lettering on the left chest, not tucked into skin-tight faded blue jeans-styled cropped shorts and black leather trainers.
“Just the person I was looking for!” Gemma exclaimed menacingly as she walked towards her brother.
“Later, siss!” Paul replied dismissively. “Time for football practice!”
“That’s what you think, squirt!” Gemma exclaimed, now close enough to get her brother in a half-nelson.
“Let go!” Paul laughed, taken by surprise. “I haven’t time!”
“Tough!” Gemma exclaimed mockingly. “You’re gonna pay for mocking aerobics!”
Although Gemma had the advantage of surprise, size and weight, Paul was fit and strong and able to put up a determined resistance as his sister wrestled him to the floor of his bedroom. Only with a lot of time and energy was Gemma able to get her brother on his back on the floor between his bed and desk, and sit on his stomach.
“Get off!” Paul demanded, still resisting.
“Not a chance!” Gemma laughed, producing a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs from her right pocket.
Again having to overcome determined resistance, Gemma was able to fasten one right round Paul’s left wrist. Fighting her brother all the way, Gemma was eventually able to thread the handcuffs round one of the bars at the foot of Paul’s bed, and fasten the other ring round her brother’s right wrist securing him.
“Now I’ll get off!” Gemma laughed mockingly, as she stood up, stepped over her brother and walked to his wardrobe.
Laughing at Paul’s protests, Gemma opened Paul’s wardrobe door and produced the purple belt from his karate suit. Walking back over to her brother, she knelt on the floor and tied his legs very tightly together, using two figures of eight for security.
“The finishing touch!” Gemma exclaimed delightedly, walking over to his bed again.
Gemma picked up the gym bag and tipped it upside down, dropping Paul’s football boots onto his bed. She returned to her brother and encased his entire head in the bag, making sure he could breathe freely as tied the drawstrings round his neck.
“Relax, bro!” Gemma laughed mockingly, in response to her brother’s now slightly muffled protests. “Be back in five minutes!”
With another mocking laugh, Gemma closed Paul’s bedroom door as she left.
Five minutes in Gemma’s time were five hours in real time! Gemma opened the door and slowly sauntered into Paul’s room.
“Time’s up!” Gemma exclaimed cheerfully.
Paul looked up (as best he could) at the sound of his sister’s voice.
Gemma sat on the bed, and taking the key out of her pocket, unfastened the handcuffs. She laughed at her brother’s sigh of relief as he could finally lower his aching arms.
“It’s three o’clock!” Gemma laughed. “You’ve missed football practice.”
Gemma just sat on her bed and watched her brother remove his hood and untie his legs.
“Serves you right!” Gemma laughed, getting up and walking to the door.
This story can never be anything but pure fiction for two reasons:
1 – Paul has never mocked aerobics.
2 – Paul being asthmatic, it is potentially very risky to chain him like that for so long?
