Sit on him and ask if he's learned his lesson

You calmly try to mount him, but you are wrong in underestimating your brother's resistance; Josh in fact uses his the last spur of energy to spring out, closing his legs around your waist and squeezing it. Experiencedly, he grabs also your hands in order to hamper your efforts to break his scrissorhold. You are unable to get free, and your useless struggle just devoid you of your energies. Distracted and in pain, you don't see his legs slowly climbing your torso, until it is too late: with a triumphant shout Josh suddenly tights his legs around your head, trapping you in a figure four headscrissor that cuts completely your breath. He is restless and tugs your hair from his grounded position, dragging your face inward in his hold. This is an humiliating submission but you have ****: you have to tap while your head is captured in his crotch. Feeling your tapping over his leg he loose the hold a bit, just the necessary to give you back your breath, but it's just a break. "Say before your friends that you are a loser!" he demands, awfully, keeping you still. Small tears roll down your cheek hearing these words, as you take consciousness of your defeat. You know that trying to get free would be a natural reaction, but only a futile strive. "Say that sis, accept that you are not nearly good as I am..", he commands again, enjoining the moment. "Ok! Ok!", you mumble, "Your are a better fighter Josh...I'm just a loser...get off me now!". "Girls or boys are the weaker sex of our family?", he asks, pulling again your hair. "Girls...girls are..girls are!", you say, coughing and chocking in his hold. Your brother slaps your face a couple of times and then let you go.You feel really humilitated. As soon as he let you go your friend Laura kneels on your side and spit her distaste for that little jerk, while you are yet planning a painful ****.