Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[wissen]

grbaclig, are you planning some kind of growth spurt for Kylie? If yes, will she outgrew Allison in bust department too? Just curious )))

[grbaclig]

Part 1, Chapter 9

        The school week passed  uneventfully.  Kylie played sick so she could stay home and work on her tan, Allison showered public displays of affection on me in class, and I tried to forget that my life was controlled by two girls.  I couldn't wait until Sunday night, mom and dad were getting home.
        Friday after school, Allison showed up without being invited.  She was dressed in a sensible skirt and a modest blouse―although it was obvious from 100 feet away that she wasn't wearing a bra.  “What are you so dressed up for?” I asked her, nervously putting my arms around her waist. 
        “Tonight is Kylie's bodybuilding competition, remember?” she said.  “I promised to drive her.”
        My heart sank.  I hated watching Kylie compete, especially when it was something like swimming where she got to show off her body.  It was like nonverbal bragging, and the thought of her prancing around in a bikini was too much to bear.  “Let's just stay home,” I said.  “I don't think-”
        My groin erupted with pain as Allison's iron grip tightened around the crotch of my pants.  “Rick, I thought we were clear on this,” she said.  “Do you understand that Annika controls you, and that she makes you feel good if you do what she wants you to do?”
        “Yes,” I groaned.
        “Well the thing is Rick, Annika kind of controls me, too.  And she makes me feel good if I do what she wants me to do.  And Annika thinks that your little sister is awesome.  And it makes me feel good to look at her, and touch her and even to talk about her.  Do you understand?”
        “Yes,” I groaned.
        “Good,” she said.  “And so what are we going to do tonight?”
        “Take Kylie to the bodybuilding competition,” I groaned.
        “Good,” Allison said as she released my junk.  “No go put on a dress shirt.”
        I limped upstairs and changed my shirt, and on the way back downstairs, I ran into Kylie coming out of her room, wearing a green track suit and flip flops.  We walked together in silence, Kylie two steps in front of me as we came downstairs.  “Hi Kylie!” Allison chirped.
        “Hi Tits McGee,” Kylie said.  “I see you're not wearing a bra.  Classy move.”
        Allison ignored Kylie's verbal jab and went right on gushing over her as we walked to her car.  “Your makeup looks really good, Kylie,” she said.  “Very natural.”
        “It looks natural because I'm not wearing makeup,” Kylie sighed as she climbed into the back seat.  “I never wear makeup.  I don't even own any.  It's symbolic of patriarchal oppression.”
        Allison looked startled.  “So you just wake up looking like that?” she asked.
        “Pretty much,” Kylie said as she put her wireless earbuds in, and stared out the window.

        The civic center was packed with people for the National Junior Women's Bodybuilding Championships.  Inside, Kylie got a gift bag and little tag with the number '12' on it to affix to her bikini.  Allison and I followed her backstage, where all the other chicks were pumping their muscles and oiling up.  “Some of the chicks are hot,” Allison whispered, “but none of them have muscles like Kylie.”
        Allison was right about some of the bodybuilder chicks being hot.  I imagined that they would all be muscle-bound freaks with faces like dudes and big veiny hands, but I was wrong.  For the most part they were just really fit, really tanned college girls in bikinis.
        Allison was also right about their muscles not comparing to Kylie's.  There were some big bulky girls, and there were some very lean ripped girls.  But none of them had Kylie's combination of size, shape and conditioning.  The biggest of them weren't even that much bigger than Kylie, despite being several years older and several inches taller.  I burned with jealousy and insecurity as I thought about Kylie winning yet another athletic competition, especially one that no 12 year old girl should be able to win.  I hoped she would lose.  But as Kylie began to strip down, her victory began to seem inevitable. 
        As Kylie stepped out of the baggy green nylon, heads turned from around the room.  Clad in a green bikini that hugged her muscle-packed frame like it was painted on, Kylie displayed a level of muscular development that none of the other women could match.  There were murmurs of disbelief as Kylie began to stretch, shoulders rippling, lats flaring and quads contracting.  Oblivious to the stares, Kylie held up a tube of oil.  “Does someone want to oil me up?” she asked.
        “I'll do it!”  Allison volunteered, practically tearing the tube from her hands.
        Allison dropped to her knees, gazing bashfully up at Kylie as she filled her hands with oily white cream.  She started at Kylie's feet, lovingly working her way up Kylie's slim, girly ankles to her bulging calves and her muscle wrapped thighs.  Allison giggled as she began to knead Kylie's big, round, dimpled glutes.  “Don't be such a creeper,” Kylie said as she put her hair up in a ponytail.
        “I can't help it,”  Allison said.  “Your butt is, like, totally perfect.”
        “I like totally know that,” Kylie mocked.  “That's what happens when you never skip leg day.”
        Allison bit her lip as she began to rub oil on the knotted muscles on Kylie's back.  Then Kylie put her arms behind her head, and Allison began to run her hands up and down Kylie's lats, letting her fingers creep around Kylie's sides to the jagged cuts of her ribs and serratus muscles.  “Okay, you can put your arms down,” Allison said, her hands trembling as she filled them with more oil.
        “Are you sure?”  Kylie asked.  “You don't want to grope me some more?”
        Allison tittered like a schoolgirl and blushed.  “I just... I just... let's do your arms,” she said.
        Allison licked her lips as she ran oil up and down Kylie's arms, her fingers tracing the contours of the deltoids, triceps, biceps, brachi and carpi.  She went from Kylie's shoulders, down to her hands, interlocking their fingers as she stole a glance at Kylie, who rolled her eyes sarcastically.  Allison then worked her way back up to Kylie's shoulders, and began to rub oil into her traps, massaging them as she went.  Finally, Allison was on her knees in front of Kylie, her breath uneven as she worked her hands over Kylie's chiseled six pack and sculpted obliques.  Soon all of Kylie's body was glistening and bronze, except for her chest, which Allison stared at wide-eyed as she gulped.  “You doing okay down there, Tits McGee?” Kylie asked as she examined her own bulging forearms in the mirror.
        “Almost done,” Allison gulped as she put her fingertips on my little sister's pectorals, and began to move her hands from side to side, streaking them with oil.  “Just need to oil you tits... I mean chest.”
        “Oh my God, you are such a creeper,” Kylie groaned, sounding every bit a 12 year old girl.  “I should have made Rick do this.  He would have finished in 30 seconds, just to end the humiliation.”
        Allison rose to her feet and clasped her hands together, like an artist adoring her creation.  “You're all done,” she said.  “You look awesome!  I got like, every little inch of your body.”
        “Yeah, I know.  I was the one being fondled,” Kylie retorted.  “Nice nips, by the way.”
        Allison gasped and looked down to her flimsy white blouse, which was struggling to conceal her tumescent nipples.  I had only seen Allison's nipples poke out like that when we were making out, and even then they were never as prominent as they were now.  I tried to ignore the implications of Allison's obvious arousal, but I couldn't think of anything to say to change the subject.  We were rescued from our awkward silence by the arrival of a college-aged girl with short brown hair in a red bikini.  She had legs like tree trunks, shoulders like cannonballs, and a face like a glamour model, but despite her impressive assets she seemed nervous as she approached.  “Allison?” she asked.
        Allison's face lit up as she turned.  “Oh my God, Heather!”  she said.  “How are you, girl?”
        “I'm great!”  Heather said.  “I'd give you a hug, but I'm all oily and you're wearing white, so...”
        “It wouldn't be the first time you got me wet in public,”  Allison said wryly, and Heather blushed.
        As Allison and Heather casually touched hands, I remembered Allison's stories about her love affairs with college girls and my heart quickened.  “So, who are your friends?”  Heather asked.
        “Oh,”  Allison said with a start.  “This is my boyfriend Rick, and his little sister Kylie.  Guys, this is Heather.  She's an, um,  old friend of mine.”
        Heather's attention went instantly to Kylie, as if she had been waiting for an introduction.  “I heard there was a younger girl competing,” she said as Kylie walked a few steps to a rack of dumbbells.  “But I didn't expect you to be so...”
        “Big?” Kylie said, finishing Heather's sentence.  “Jacked? Ripped? Something like that?”
        “Yeah,” Heather giggled.  “All of the above.  You look amazing.  Exactly how old are you?”
        “I turn 13 in July,” Kylie said as she plucked a pair 45 pound dumbbells from the rack.
        “You're 12 years old?”  Heather asked, looking at Allison skeptically, as if Kylie was lying.
        It was hard to blame her for being skeptical.  I had gotten used to my little sister's freakish musculature over the past couple of years, but as I watched her pump up muscles that put the 20 year old bodybuilders around her to shame, I remembered how unbelievable her muscular development really was.   “It's true,"  Allison said.  "Kylie is a beast.  And she hasn't even hit her growth spurt or started to fill out.”

[grbaclig]

grbaclig, are you planning some kind of growth spurt for Kylie? If yes, will she outgrew Allison in bust department too? Just curious )))

I don't really have any specific plans for this story.  Right now I'm just writing it down as it comes to me, trying to think 2 or 3 chapters ahead. 

I do want to keep my options open though.   

[Jeremy Lightning]

Hehe, yeah, I don't see how Kylie doesn't win this contest, I just wonder how much bigger and better she will be than the next contestant and how her nearest competitor takes losing to a mere 12 year old girl? Of course, she will have to recognize that Kylie is no normal 12 year old. It's probably been a long time that Kylie has lost at anything she truly wanted to win. When she wants something, she seemingly gets it. So far it seems she doesn't want Allison, but maybe that's because she has yet to go through puberty and haven't had those feelings yet. Anyway, I look forward to more from you, hopefully as soon as possible. k+!

[weaponzero]

The way Allison reacted to Heather implies she isn't exactly new to these circles.  She's probably been following these competitions for a few years and more than likely already knew about Kylie.  I'm willing to bed she has 0 interest in the protagonist and was only using him to get close to Kylie from the very beginning.  And it wouldn't surprise me if Kylie could read her like a book and is already aware of that.

[weaponzero]

I do want to say one thing: Kylie being as intelligent as she is, I'm not a fan of.  In the Becky Finklestein stories, her being super intelligent fit the context.  In this one, however, not so much.  Could change as it goes, though.

[crow004]

The way Allison reacted to Heather implies she isn't exactly new to these circles.  She's probably been following these competitions for a few years and more than likely already knew about Kylie.  I'm willing to bed she has 0 interest in the protagonist and was only using him to get close to Kylie from the very beginning.  And it wouldn't surprise me if Kylie could read her like a book and is already aware of that.

Good catch! I didn't see that until you pointed it out

[grbaclig]

Part 1, Chapter 10

        Heather turned to back Kylie, studying her body.  “How long have you been lifting?” she asked.
        “About 3 years,” Kylie said.
        “You got that body in 3 years?” Heather asked.  “Jesus girl, how much do you lift?”
        “Kylie pumps all the iron,”  Allison said.  “Last week I watched her bench 300 pounds.”
        If Heather had any doubts about Allison's story, they disappeared as Kylie began to perform front arm raises, her pecs hardening into slabs of inch-thick muscle with each lift.  Heather stared silently for a few seconds as she turned back to Allison.  “Well, I guess I'll leave you three alone,” she said.  “Good luck Kylie.  Always great to see you Allison, and it was nice to meet your... boyfriend?”
        Allison smiled.  “Don't knock it 'til you try it,” she said with a wink.  “You might actually enjoy him. Or at least parts of him.  Maybe the three of us could go out sometime, and have a little fun.”
        Heather looked me up and down.  I tried to play it cool.  I wasn't into chicks with muscles, but Heather was absolutely beautiful, and other than her legs and shoulders, she wasn't really that big.  She probably looked super hot in street clothes.  And besides, how many guys my age got to have a threesome with a college girl.  “Maybe I will,” she said, flashing bedroom eyes.
        “Don't bother,” Kylie said.  “You deserve a Chad, and Rick's a delta male at best.  I make him cry all the time.  Allison had to teach him to French kiss last week, and he still can't do it right.”
        My face burned with anger as Allison and Heather burst into laughter.  “Well maybe we can have a girls night out,” Heather said as she walked away, with Allison looking at her ass as she went.
        I was still fuming mad at Kylie as the ushers escorted the competitors toward the stage, and the guests to their seats.  I shifted uneasily in my chair as the lights went down.  It was one thing to humiliate me at home, but did she have to make me look bad in public, too?  “Stop squirming,” Allison hissed as the stage lights went up.  “God, Kylie was right.  You are such a delta male.”
        My stomach hardened into a rock of anger, but I forced myself to sit still as the National Junior Women's Bodybuilding contest began, and the lightweight competitors began to take the stage.  Most of the lightweights were just fit college girls, and I started to get a stiffy watching them prance around, covered in oil, shaking their hips in skimpy bikinis.  Number 22 especially stood out, a beautiful black girl with a pair of big natural breasts that wobbled in her yellow top every time she moved.  Not only was she the hottest lightweight, she was also the biggest.  At least until Kylie came out.  A murmur ran through the audience as Kylie's statistics flashed on the screen:  height 4'11”, weight 97 lbs., age 12. 
        The murmurs only got louder as Kylie walked on to the stage with an easy, confident stride.  And she had every reason to be confident.  Although she was a several inches shorter than the other lightweights, Kylie's muscles displayed size, shape, and development none of them could compete with.  And as she went casually through her routine, her dominance became more and more obvious. 
        The crowd was abuzz with talk of Kylie's muscularity, and Allison was no exception.  “Look at her legs,” she said.  “Look at how they curve in an out and in and out, and end with that giant butt.  They're the perfect combination of feminine curves and beefy muscle.  Like Beyonce on steroids.”
        “Her muscles are disgusting,” I said.  “She looks like a dude.”
        “Uh no,” Allison said.  “She has perfect feminine lines.  I mean, look at her waist and her hips.”
        It was hard to argue with her.  Much as I hated to admit it, my little sister had an hourglass figure, long legs, and a face that had brought boys to the doorstep her entire life.  All the muscle in the world couldn't make her look like a guy.  In fact, her broad shoulders and sweeping thighs did more to accentuate her femininity than to detract from it.  Kylie left the stage to a standing ovation, led by Allison, who filled the air with wolf whistles so loud I had to cover my ears.
        Next came the middleweights.  These chicks were packing some actual muscle, and some of them were almost as big as I was, except for number 7, an achingly gorgeous redhead who must have been six feet tall, and whose body looked more like a crossfit athlete than a bodybuilder.
        The heavyweight girls were big, the broad backs and veiny arms.  Heather was the hottest of them by far, and when she finished her posing she blew a kiss to the crowd, aimed right at Allison. 
        After a few minutes, the group for the final posedown was selected.  The final competitors were two grown women and a 12 year old girl.  The women didn't stand a chance.  Kylie's face wore a slight smile of supreme confidence as, with each pose, she made her rivals look more and more inadequate.  Her biceps peaked higher, her back flared wider, her abs were cut deeper, her calves bulged more sharply, her hips swept wider, and her butt stuck out further.  “She doesn't have a single weakness,” Allison sighed.  “She won the second she stepped on stage.”
        The judges must have agreed, because they named a winner in a mater of sceonds.  And so, a few minutes after setting foot on stage in her first bodybuilding competition, my 12 year old little sister walked off with a first place trophy and a card designating her as a professional bodybuilder. 
        Backstage I was swarmed by officials, because Kylie was too young to sign all the forms she needed to fill out.  I signed papers papers as Kylie greeted admirers and potential sponsors, and Allison flirted her way through the field of young bodybuilders. 
        I watched with lustful curiosity as Allison pulled Heather into her orbit, then together they pulled in number 22, the buxom black beauty.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Allison point to me, and all three of them laughed.  I had never felt more embarrassed in my life, and it was all Kylie's fault.  By the time I finished the paperwork, the crowd around Kylie was gone.  “We need to talk,” I said.
        “I accept your congratulations,” she said.  “But no, I won't give you workout tips.”
        In my gut, my distaste for Kylie's arrogance and sarcasm mixed with the embarrassment I felt at being humiliated in front of Allison and Heather, and something inside of me snapped.  “You cost me a chance at a foursome, you little bitch!”  I screamed.  “Do you even know what that means?”
        “It means I stopped you from embarrassing yourself in front of three women with your pathetic attempts at sex,”  Kylie said casually.  “You should thank me.  And they should definitely thank me.”
        I felt a red haze rising over my eyes, and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as my hands balled up.  I raised my fist, and Kylie turned around calmly, and brushed a lock of hair from her face.  “Do it,”  she said as she flexed her biceps.  “Hit me, Rick.  Hit me and see what happens.”
        At the sight of Kylie's bulging muscles, the strength began to drain from my limbs, as if years of beatings had trained them to submit to her.  “I don't want to hit you,” I squeaked.
        “Yes you do,” she said.  “But you're afraid to, because you know that if you do I'll just laugh at your feeble little punches, and then I'll beat you up in front of Allison and her hot little lesbo friends.”
        Kylie was right.  I was terrified of what she might do to me in public if I made her mad.  “Kylie just leave me alone,” I whined, my voice flat and weak.  “Let's just go home."
        “First I want you to measure my muscles,” she said, throwing me a measuring tape.  “You can either think of it as facing your fears, or think of it as learning your place.  Your choice.”
        I was cold with embarrassment as I uncurled the tape and wrapped it around Kylie's tanned oiled arm.  “16 inches!?” I exclaimed, shamed by the fact that my own biceps were only 15 inches.
        “Keep going,” Kylie said as she thrust out her muscle packed thigh while a crowd formed around us and began taking photos.  “I have a lot of muscle to measure.  And write all this down.”
        “22 inches,” I muttered as I pulled the tape tight around the steel-hard cables of quad muscle.
        “She's only 12, but she's so much bigger than him,” someone in the crowd whispered as I stretched the tape across Kylie's diamond-cut calf, and noted its 16 inch girth.
        I burned with embarrassment at those words.  And it only got worse as Kylie put her hands on her hips and looked down at her chest, smiling.  Sheepishly I stretched the tape around her chiseled torso.  “39 inches!” a woman in the crowd called out excitedly.  “She's bigger than my husband!”
        During those painful minutes I measured every sculpted slab of muscle on my little sister's body as the crowd continued to praise her.  When I was done I looked down at the notes I had taken.  Bicep 16 inches, thigh 22 inches, calf 16 inches, hips 35 inches, waist 19 inches, chest 39 inches.  I couldn't believe it.  Those were the measurements of a female bodybuilder, not a 12 year old girl.
        We walked back to the car in silence, and as we pulled away I watched Allison pile into a jeep with Heather and number 22, the beautiful black girl.  And now they were accompanied by number 7, the leggy redhead.  “Looks like you actually missed out on a five-way,”  Kylie said.  “Poor little doggie.”
        I was so angry that tears were welling in my eyes as I drove home.  I hated everything about my little sister.  I hated that she was bigger than me and stronger than me and smarter than me.  I hated how she constantly bragged and showed off.  I hated how she always had the perfect thing to say, I hated how mom and dad treated her like a princess, and I hated that Allison had a girl-crush on her.  But most of all I hated how she bullied me and humiliated me.  And I knew Kylie well enough to know that she was only going to get worse.  I had to do something drastic.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I do want to say one thing: Kylie being as intelligent as she is, I'm not a fan of.  In the Becky Finklestein stories, her being super intelligent fit the context.  In this one, however, not so much.  Could change as it goes, though.

I disagree with you, in terms that Kylie has shown to be very motivated, she has been shown throughout her life that her focus is second to none, plus being a girl who likes to win, likes to actually crush whoever she is going against, I can definitely see her studying hard to be the best in academics as she is the best in athletics.

As for this latest chapter, really good stuff, I enjoyed it a great deal, obviously Kylie was the hands down winner, despite probably giving up a lot of weight to the heavyweight champion, her size for her height and body type was probably inch for inch bigger, and I would venture to guess more defined, so there was no way anyone was going to take that title away from her. While I don't like how badly Kylie treats Rick, in a lot of ways he deserves it, so I don't feel terribly bad for him. I look forward to more, k+!

[law94]

I hope Kylie growth bigger and taller. But i hope she start to growth closer to her brother

[dynamo248]

Damn!  Great story.  I'm really staring to pull for the little guy.  Hope he figures out something he's halfway decent at.

[giantgirl7foot2]

Love the hierarchy of power, with big brother at the absolute bottom. Great to get some measurements as well.

Loving every chapter in this story! 

[grbaclig]

Part 1, Chapter 11

        Kevin King was a few years older than me, and had gotten kicked out of school in grade eight for getting into too many fights.  Now he worked construction and spent nights drinking beer with four of his buddies outside the dirtiest pool hall in town.  He recognized me instantly as I walked up.  “Hey I know this punk from high school,” he said.  “I once gave him a wedgie so bad he limped for a week.”
        Kevin and his friends chuckled, so I joined in the joking.  “My balls are still lopsided,” I quipped.
        They all laughed, and I sat down beside Kevin, trying to act natural, despite the fact that he and his friends looked like neanderthals covered in grease stains.  “So what's going on, dude?” he asked.  “Let me guess.  You want weed?  It's $20 for a dime bag, and I need the money up front.”
        “No, it's not that,” I said, as I looked around.  “Look, this is going to sound crazy, but I need you guys to beat up my little sister.  All five of you.”
        Kevin's face twisted into a disbelieving smile.  “What the hell, man?” he laughed.
        “Look, its really complicated,” I said.  “But I need her out of the way for la couple of months, so I can inherit some money.  So if you can break her arms and her legs, I'll give you $500 apiece.”
        Kevin looked to his friends.  My mind raced to line up all the lies I would need to tell to explain my request.  But as it turns out, I didn't need them.  “No prob,” Kevin said.  “Money up front, though.”
        “I don't have it yet,” I said, going into my wallet.  “But I can give you $500 now.”
        One of Kevin's friends, a guy in a red shirt who was built like a sumo wrestler, grabbed my hand and took the cash.  He counted the money as another guy with a face tattoo dug his hands in my pockets.  “Chill out, guys” Kevin said.  “The man's here to do business.  So how you want this done?”
        “It has to look random,” I said.  “She walks through St. James Park every Thursday at 7 PM.”
        “Okay,” Kevin said.  “Thursday it is.  Meet us back here with the money at about 7:30 PM.”
        As I walked away, I grappled with several conflicting emotions.  This was easily the worst thing I had ever done in my life, and I was sure that I could go to jail.  But on the other hand, I would be rid of Kylie for a while.  I could even focus on my weight training, and as she was laid up in the hospital getting weaker, I could get stronger.  Maybe I could even do a steroid cycle, just to make sure.

        A couple of days later, I went to St. James Park and hid in the bushes a few yard off the path that Kylie used when she come home from the feminist book club that she attended every Thursday.  Kevin and his four friends showed up at 6:55, armed with baseball bats, lead pipes, and axe handles. 
        Kylie appeared on the trail at 7 sharp, with her hair up in a ponytail and her designer leather backpack.  She was wearing a dark blue dress with long sleeves and a hem that ended just below her calves, and her sandals showed toenails painted the exact same color.  With her muscular body hidden away, she looked like normal schoolgirl, albeit an unusually pretty and confident one. 
        I expected Kevin and his friends to balk at attacking her, since she looked like a normal little girl, but they instantly formed a circle a around her.  “Looks like you're lost, little girl,” Kevin said.  “You should be careful in the woods.  Don't you know that all kinds of dangerous things be in the woods?”
        If Kylie was sacred, it wasn't showing.  “Don't you know how to speak English?” she retorted.
        “Oh you're a clever little bitch ain't you?” Kevin said.  “I'm going to like kicking your ass.”
        Kylie looked around at the five large, ugly men who surrounded her.  “Hold on a second,” she said, stepping out of her sandals as she began to unfasten her dress.  “I need to take my dress off.”
        Kevin laughed.  “Are we gonna get a strip-tease?” he said.  “Gonna show us your training bra?”
        “Not exactly,” Kylie said.  “I like this dress, and I don't want to get your blood all over it.”
        Kylie peeled her dress off and tossed it onto a nearby bench, along with her sandals and pack, and now stood barefoot wearing only a white strapless bra and tiny white panties.  As she stretched her arms and legs, her tanned sculpted body rippling with every move, Kevin and his buddies looked at each other in disbelief.  “What are you some kind of midget she-male?” Kevin asked.
        “Nope,” Kylie said, a confident smile spreading across her face as she cracked her knuckles.  “I'm just a little girl who's lost in the woods.  A little girl with big muscles.  And a bad temper.”
        Kylie peeked over her right shoulder at the man with a face tattoo who stood a few feet behind her, brandishing a bicycle chain.  Then without warning she sprang into the air, launching herself backward like a torpedo.  Time seemed to slow as she twisted in midair, her gymnastically trained body tense with muscular power and her ponytail flapping in the wind.  The man with the face tattoo had time to blink once as her left arm coiled like a steel spring, and she clenched her hand into a fist.  He was halfway through a second blink when Kylie's small girly fist crashed into his face, sending a spray of blood and teeth across the grass.  As he fell to the ground, Kylie tucked her legs and landed perfectly on her feet, standing beside him as his eyes flickered in and out of consciousness. 
        There was a brief moment of silence, then Kevin screamed and rushed forward, baseball bat at the ready, with his three remaining friends behind him.  Kylie was motionless as the men ran toward her, but despite her calm demeanor I could see that her young muscular body was tight and tense, like an animal waiting to strike.  Kevin was the first to reach her, and he took a mighty swing at his head with the bat, while a man with red hair and freckles followed behind, ready to swing a length of pipe. 
        My blood ran cold.  I asked him to beat Kylie up, not to kill her, but he was trying to knock her head clean off.  I was gripped with anxiety as I agonized over how I would have to tell mom and dad that I was so jealous of Kylie that I had her killed.  And how would I explain it to the police? 
        I didn't have to worry.  Kylie launched into a back handspring, and Kevin's swing sailed harmlessly above her as she curled backward.  The red haired man's swing sailing harmlessly below her feet as she planted her hands and raised her legs into the air.  Both men were imbalanced by their swings, and fought to steady themselves as Kylie completed the back handspring and landed perfectly on her feet, as I had seen her do dozens of times when I got dragged to her gymnastics meets. 
        But this time Kylie didn't raise her arms upon landing.  This time she exploded into a sprint, streaking toward the red haired man.  She reached him in less than a second, and drove her thick shoulder into his stomach, lifting him off his feet with the force of her tackle.  I had seen her do that dozens of times in football games, de-cleating guys twice her size as mom and dad cheered her on. 
        But this time she didn't stop to gloat over her victim.  This time, she kept running, carrying the red haired man like a sack of flour as she ran toward an oak tree a few yards away, followed closely by a man with a green baseball hat who was holding an axe handle.  The red haired man screamed as Kylie slammed his back into the tree with enough force to send a shower of acorns falling to the ground, as the man with the green hat wound up and swung his axe handle at Kylie's back.  But, as if she had a sixth sense, Kylie pirouetted delicately away from the swing, and the axe handle crashed into the red haired man's ribs.  I had seen her do that dozens of times, at every ballet recital that mom and dad dragged me to, as the audience cheered her balance and grace.   
        But this time, Kylie didn't flow languidly into another dance step.  This time she spun directly toward the man with the green hat, her left arm uncoiling like a whip, and drove her fist into his ribs.  He screamed and buckled as if he had been hit by a cannonball.  Then, as his head drooped down, Kylie swung her right hand upward with such force that I could hear the whooshing of the air from yards away.  Kylie's uppercut struck with such force his body sailed backward, his mouth spraying blood from his ruined jaw.  He landed on the ground feet away, blood splattered on everything around him except for Kylie, whose golden brown skin, shining blonde hair, and bright white underwear remained completely unblemished.  Kylie's face and body language were similarly untroubled as Kevin ran toward her and swung his baseball bat again, this time aiming squarely at her torso. 
        But this time, Kylie didn't move an inch.  She stood in place, completely motionless and completely at ease, her muscular young body glowing in the fading sunlight, as if she were a bronze statue.  Kevin's bat crashed into Kylie's shredded midsection with a loud thump, but her muscular young body remained unmoved, as if she were a bronze statue.  Kevin pulled the bat back again and swung with all his might, this time striking Kylie on her musclebound chest.  Once again, Kylie stood motionless and stone-faced, her blue eyes locked on Kevin, who was visibly panicking as he raised the bat overhead, screaming as he swung straight down at Kylie's head.  The bat was only inches from Kylie's face when her arms shot up in the air, making an 'x' above her head, the bat slamming against her meaty forearms.  “You should be careful in the woods,” Kylie said as she plucked the bat from Kevin's hands.  “There all kinds of dangerous things in the woods.  Like me, for instance.”
        A thin smile spread across Kylie's face as she snapped the baseball bat like a twig and tossed it aside.  Kevin and I both gulped as she cracked her neck.  A couple minutes ago I was scared because I thought that five grown men with weapons might hurt my little sister.  Now I was scared because I knew that they couldn't.  Now I was scared about what she would do to them.

[Oerba-Lightning]

And he's done it. The title and her overall behaviour with her brother help put things in perspective, but that's the kind of things that makes me not root for the guy. God forbid that they tell her who's behind this, or worse, that he intervenes trying to stop her from killing them.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, just another great chapter to this already amazing story, I wonder, have you left out parts of her back story where she was a black belt in several martial arts? Also, the part where she was a player on a football team, what kind? Certainly not high school, as once again, this would've been mentioned a ton earlier that she, a 12 year old girl, was already in high school, and that would've made a big impression on me, because that's another thing that I absolutely love seeing. But even still, I love the idea of a girl playing only against boys and not only winning, but dominating, so I hope there is a lot more on that. Getting back to other stuff, though, just an incredible way to show Kylie is amazing, beating 5 much bigger, older guys who all had weapons, while barely even breaking a sweat. You just keep coming up with some of the best scenes in this genre, and I really can't wait to read more of Kylie's awesomeness! k+!