Family Ties/Jessica Heather anything aggressive continue

"And why not!" you fire back. "I said I would!"

"You did say that. But everyone has their limits. Like this..."

Heather steps past you and grabs something from her desk. A second later she's pointing a pair of scissors at you.

"Here. Take these."

Tentatively, you accept her gift to you. They're pretty serious scissors. And you have to admit it's scary thinking of what she wants you to do next.

"What are these for?" you worriedly ask.

Heather casually sits down on her bed. "Guess!"

Looking them over for a moment you mull over the only thing you can think of. But you don't want to say it.

"Um… do you want me to… cut… my clothes?"

"Good girl!" Heather patronizingly replies. "But what should we start with? How about… your t-shirt!"

You glance down at your pink top.

"But! This is my favourite shirt!"

"Yeah. I know that. You wear it everywhere and always. That's how I know you won't do it!"

You don't want to do it, but she can't win! Not so easily. Even if it's your favourite.

With butterflies in your stomach you pull the bottom hem of your shirt out from under the waistband of your now high-top panties - still deeply wedged beneath you - and make a small incision along the edge of the pink garment. You follow up that cut with an intense glare at your sister.

"Oh no! You made a teenie-weenie cut!" she says mockingly. "That's pathetic. Cut the arms off."

Your jaw drops at her order. She actually wants you to violate your most favourite piece of clothing? The t-shirt you got at Disneyland!? You stare each other down, each of you as equally as stubborn as the other. There's no doubt that you're sisters.

With another sigh you look down at a sleeve. Losing them wouldn't be so bad, would it? Besides, you don't own a lot of tank tops.

Filled with regret before you even make the cut, you slide the first sleeve into the blade of the scissors. You tell yourself that fabric won't be how Heather beats you.

With as much care and precision as you can manage, you begin to slice the sleeves from your shirt. It's really hard to do while wearing it, but you take your time and focus as best you can between a few weak insults your sister continues to harass you with. By the time you're finishing up with the second sleeve several minutes have gone by, but you're reasonably happy with what you've managed to do. Your t-shirt is still totally wearable and doesn't even look like it was cut!

"Wow, congratulations," says Heather, snatching the scissors from you. "You're officially slower than a turtle. But I don't think you can do this next part even if I wanted you to. Hold up your hair."

Your heart sinks. Of course that wasn't all of it. Saddened, you pull your hair up off of your neck and shoulders giving Heather open access to the neckline of your t-shirt. Without mercy she grabs at the neck and cuts into it deeply before hacking away at most everything between your shoulders.

"That's better. Definitely needed some more skin. Though it would be perfect if you actually had some cleavage to offer."

Her flurry of cuts were too scary to watch but you now convince yourself to look down. She's cut away a lot of fabric leaving little more than flimsy straps on your shoulders with a deep neckline that cuts right through the design that was on your chest. Your favourite shirt is officially ruined.

"But I think we can make you sluttier!"

Yanking up on the bottom edge of your 'shirt', your sister tears into the bottom half of the pink top. After a full horizontal cut through the garment you're left with your entire stomach exposed. Standing there with your panties still wedgied into your pussy you're sure you must look totally pathetic, if not just laughable.

Heather steps back to admire her handiwork, teasingly cutting the air around her with her scissors.

• "Please Heather. Just stop. Isn't this enough?"
• "Really? Is that it?"