Scissors

Unable to clearly think, you choose scissors hoping she won’t expect the same move.

“Scissors again?!” your sister asks, “I guess you really enjoyed that beating I gave you.” Kathy also chose scissors, so you both tied this round.

“Well actually, it’s technically a tie, right? So nobody wins this round,” you explain, trying to avoid another brutal busting.

“Yes,” she says, “but if you’ll remember, we agreed that the loser of each round gets busted in the crotch… we didn’t say anything about winners!” You fall quiet as you begin to realize she’s right and your balls begin to squirm uncomfortably in their ballbag.

“Which means, it’s time again to bust those lumps between your legs!”

Kathy reaches between your legs and grabs a handful of your nutmeat and starts to squeeze! You scream out in protest as well as pain, “hey stop! You can’t do that! Let go!”

“Of course I can do this,” she replies. “We also never explicitly said that the loser would be kicked, we only said ‘busted’! Well, this is busting! Hahaha!” she says while laughing.

Your little sister continues to squeeze and tug on your family jewels for a while longer causing you to moan and whine in agony before she finally lets go. “Okay, it’s your turn now." she says as she smirks at you flirtatiously. "Good luck!”