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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: assassinua on September 16, 2019, 07:10:20 pm
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Hello,
This is my first attempt at a story so any thoughts would be welcome. And sorry for awful English not among my first languages
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The story is about brother (Tom) and sister (Lyza) mainly and inspired by young gymnast pics and memories of myself when I was 17-18 years old. I will try to add more chapters asap.
Chapter 1. arm wrestling
Brother (Tom):
I am 16 and this brat is so annoying, why all of the families out there I got little sister that is so annoying. I have ongoing raid but she is still in my room talking about her gymnastics like it’s something important. I don’t care about her stupid stuff, I mean I am almost 16 and here is 8-year-old talking about working outs and strength, yes I am not Mr. Olympia, truth be told I am skinny like hell and my only physical activities are soccer with friends and mouse clicking. But still, she is in second grade what can she possibly know.
To makes matters worse Lyza has some muscle if I would have such muscles at her age I would be king of my class. They are not huge but they are quite visible. I’ve started noticing them this summer when it becomes a bit warmer outside and sis started to walk around the house in her workout clothes. She is still small only 120 cm comparing to my 175, so for now she is just little kid who is taking my attention from the raid.
I need to shut her up somehow, the issue is the more I look at her in her workout clothes the more muscles I see. I mean I am pretty sure I am a lot stronger than her but as she sits near me her legs look kinda strong and I don’t want to show effort in shutting her up so she will not get weird thoughts. And now she talks that she is strong from her gymnastics training and that her friends are strong too, and that one of her friends beat her brother in arm wrestling easy and she is stronger than her.
I’ve asked the age of the brother and he is 10 years. Frankly speaking, I’ve exhaled with ease, would be problematic to have a sister who is stronger than the older brother.
And now sis makes a double flex pose to check her muscles, and wow I am impressed, ofc I never shaw it, but I can see how she can beat older boys. And when I look into the complete package: thighs bulging with muscles, 6 pack abs, those biceps and I am pretty sure lots of endurance and flexibility from training, I am already not sure how can I push her out of my room without an effort. I am afraid it will take a lot of time from me and I don’t want that.
So I decided to act nicely and asked her to leave. She thought for a moment and said she would if I arm wrestle her. From my perspective that’s a good option, definitely better then wrestle her as I am pretty sure I have stronger arms due to my age and weight and I can beat her easily whether wrestling part would be tricky because of her core strength and flexibility.
We prepared a table put lots of books for her to reach my arm and started.
I decided to wait for her push and not to show effort. And then maybe play a bit with her so she will understand who owns this house. I suppose she has the same plan but she starts increasing the pressure and I can see her biceps already flexed and with a vein on top. Thanks, Lord I have a long jacket on me so she has no idea how my arms look. I am just waiting and forcing a smile to my face to show that’s it is easy for me. She grunts more and more and it’s becoming much harder to keep smiling and holding her, but I can feel that I am still stronger at least in arms. After a minute or so Lyza looks up and saw my smile. She puts her hand from me with an angry voice that I am playing around with her and she will never be able to beat me. I had to agree with her and told that I wanted to test her strength instead of just putting her arm down. And that she is very strong for her age. She still looks defeated and frustrated but keeps her word and leave the room.
And I am lucky I didn’t have to push her arm down. I am pretty sure I would win but it won’t be done with a smiling face and she will actually see the effort and start challenging me again and again.
As the things are I will be the uncontested king of the house for years.
Sister (Lyza):
It was a very good day today. I had gymnastics training and I love those. They make me stronger and it’s lots of fun. After the training, I and friend went to her place to play around a bit. She has this annoying older brother who acts like he owns the house.
We were training our gymnastic stuff, one moment I had my friend on my shoulder, she is quite light and we can carry each other easily. I was running around and then tripped and we fell. Her brother starts taunting us that we are not strong enough to do that kind of stuff.
He was provoking us and we attacked him, he is older and bigger but not a lot. We are 8 and he is 10. We just easily wrestled him to the ground and forced him to apologize to us. He did but said it was not fair to beat him two on one. Like it’s fair to fight 2 years younger girl. He wanted to have one on one fight, Britney, my friend, wanted to try him out coz she felt it was way too easy to wrestle with him, worst case scenario I can jump in and we can beat him again if it gets out of hand.
They decided to start with arm wrestling. Prepared a table and sit across each other, I was a referee. I know that my friend is strong from gymnastics but I expected her brother to be stronger, he is a boy and 2 years older. But when they sit near the table, he doesn’t look stronger even my friend looks kind of buff comparing to him. I counted to three and they started, I can see that he is putting lots of effort into the match but the funny thing is that my friend's biceps is not even flexed, it means she is holding him easy. Then Britney also realized that her brother is giving it all and can’t budge her and she starts to laugh. It’s really is funny when your older brother can’t even force you to work hard during arm wrestling. After 30 seconds she just easily put his arm to the table. He was ashamed like hell and made lots of excuses and run away to his room. it’s so cool, I suppose now my friend will be the queen in the house. Pitty is my brother is much older and stronger. But perhaps one day I will be able to beat him. I need to test him and check what is the gap between us.
I come home and as usual, my brother was in his room playing his video games. I decided to annoy him a bit and was just talking about random stuff about school and gymnastics. I saw that he was ready to get rid of me but didn’t proceed. I also mentioned the arm wrestling thingy but he just said that her brother must be pretty weak to let younger sister beat him. I suppose he was correct but when I look at him he doesn’t seem to be very strong either. His legs look very skinny, I try to flex mine near his and they do look stronger but his legs are much much longer.
Finally, he asks me to leave I saw the opportunity and told him I would if he arm wrestles me. I have nothing to lose and want to check how strong he is. We started and I see that he is just holding still, slowly I increased the pressure but his hand is not moving. I am already going almost 70% of my power but his hand didn’t budge. I look at him and see that he is just smiling. it frustrates me a lot so I back down from competition. I don’t want to look like a fool and giving my all if I can’t even budge his arm. He must be crazy strong, but I will work even harder from now on and perhaps someday he will see that I am strong too.
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This is a very interesting start! I really enjoy your writing style and I can't wait to see the next chapters. K+!
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Chapter 2: Running (7 months later)
Bro
The school started and I rarely see sis anymore. We have quite different schedules. I study a lot and then have lots of online friends to play with. On the other hand, I am pretty sure she is still busy with her gymnastics because she is usually coming home even after me. Our only interactions are during family dinners and some small talks. I am pretty sure she is still afraid of me after the last incident also I am becoming stronger because I am a boy and already 18.
During the dinner, my mom asks me to take the car tomorrow and pick sis from her training. I objected as the school is like 10 min walk from home, why do you need a lift if it’s that close. Apparently, it’s not gymnastic training but the gym. And she goes there with her friends so it’s a bit far away. So my 9-year-old sis goes to the gym, that’s a surprise, like strength training from her gymnastics was not enough and she goes there for more than 6 months already. I still complain as I have this important wow raid scheduled for the evening but it’s useless I will have to do it. My mother also thinks that it would be good to go there and at least to watch as I reaaaalllly need some training and perhaps it will inspire me. On that comment, sis starts giggling near the table but I stared at her and she hides her eyes. Good, she still remembers how easily I beat her last time.
So next day I go there and the first thing I see is a lot of really fit people, seems this gym is a bit hardcore. I even see one girl from the same classes. She always looked beautiful but I never thought she works out and in her workout clothes, she looks strong. I used to make fun of her sometimes because she is not that good at math. Mental note to myself not to do it anymore as she can probably kick my ass easily. As a normal boy, I follow the girls walk from the car, it’s not that often you can see butt like that in workout clothes.
And then I hear giggling and laughing. Seems my sis finished her workout and was waiting for me for some time. What gets it worse that she has two friends with her and they start talking childish stuff, like “do you like her”, “should we scream after her”, “do you like when a girl works out”. It was not heading into the direction I wanted so I said to them to go inside the car because I don’t have hours waiting for them. Squirt wanted to ride at the front but she is not even 135 so I forced all three of them to take a back seat. that way I thought it will be fewer interactions between them and me.
It was really hard to concentrate on the road with all the talking inside the car so I was looking into rear mirror quite often. And the girls looked jacked. I suppose they were still pumped after work out but their muscles were quite prominent. At one moment they started to fight over the space by pushing thighs as wide as possible. My sis friends were wearing shorts and sis had pants. After pushing the girls' quadriceps exploded and they looked huge, I was lucky to sit at the front because I was also wearing shorts and while I was way taller I know that my legs are kind of sticks. So they start pushing each other, my sis is in the middle was crushed by both sides. And it felt good, it would be scary if she also had such strong legs but then she starts pushing herself and with an effort push her friends aside. I couldn’t see her legs but I saw the ones she beat, I was a bit scared for a moment but persuaded myself that they are still small girls and it is silly competition, but dam those legs looked strong. And it still better to avoid wearing shorts near those girls so I let the girls out and waited a bit in the garage to get unnoticed to my room.
Next morning I decided to go for a run. Suppose all those leg muscles scared me a bit and pushed me to train myself. I was already near the entrance when my sis saw me. She was in her workout clothes and as she mentioned she just finished her morning workout, I’ve pointed that she was in the gym yesterday and perhaps it will be too much but she just says she needs to work out a lot for the gymnastics competition and asks me what am I going to do. I’ve been a smart ass tell her to guess what person wearing run outfit can do in the morning near the entrance. She just made a face and tell that she wanted to run too and it would be great to run together. There was no turning back for me so we went. I am more long-distance runner so we decide to run 10 laps on the stadium. We were running in jogging pace and she was talking non stop about the school, friends and so on. I thought I would slowly increase the pace and drop her so I will not have to listen to her. Surprisingly, at least for me, she keeps up. I am slowly increasing speed lap after lap, but she is still running with me, thus not talking anymore, suppose she really wants to show me how good she is. And then with 1.5 laps to end she bursts with power and starts sprinting. She starts overtaking me and I have to run after her not to let her drop me. Running after Lyza has its effects, I didn’t notice her legs, and back when she was beside me, but now I can see those huge thighs screaming with power with each jump and now I understand how she was able to win little competition versus her friends in the car. Those legs are powerful. But what surprises me, even more, is her back, I never thought that there are so many muscles in the back, I mean me and my friends have quite flatbacks and not visible bulges. But in front of me, my sis, the muscles on her back are jumping back and forth when she runs, and she is quick. I can keep up with her and she started to sprint way too early but still, she is very quick. I suppose those muscles are not just for show but allow her to run this fast.
But sprinting earlier and tiredness after workout played for me and she started to slow down. One more lap to go and I just ran past her and accumulated 100m difference till the end. But I understand that I won my favorite competition not because I am stronger or have better stamina. But because I have longer legs, better experience and my sis was tired after a workout. And I am glad it was running competition we had not something else (like pushing each other legs in the car) coz I am not sure I can easily win those.
Sis
After the arm wrestling with my brother, I really start putting much more effort in the gym during my training and in half a year I think I progressed nicely. One day during the dinner mom asks my brother to give me a lift after practice, apparently, he didn’t know I am working out in the gym regularly. Then my mother says he should start working out too and it’s kind of funny she thinks he should train as the only things she is saying me is the compliments about my muscles and strength, so I laughed a bit on that but then I noticed bro looking at me and reality came back when I couldn’t even move his hand and he was just smiling at me.
Next day I was working really hard in the gym. I have two friends and we try to push each other to the limits and today they will come to my place after training. After the gym, we saw my brother checking out the girl, and the girl is strong. I saw her workouts in the gym and she is lifting a lot of weight. No wonder my brother likes her because he is also strong.
On the back seat of the car, we had a little tussle with friends and push each other with legs, I am a bit stronger and was able to win it. I saw my brother checking us in the mirror and was really proud to show him I am stronger than my friends.
Every weekend morning I try to work out at home. This time I was killing myself with legs exercises. I didn’t count how many squats and lunges I did but it felt good at the end. I was still sweaty when I saw my brother in running outfit and thus being tired from the workout decided to join him.
Brother didn’t want me to feel bad and he was running in a really slow pace at first but then he starts increasing it a bit. I was able to keep up thus it was harder and harder. At one moment I thought I have energy and decided to sprint to the finish, huge mistake after a few hundred meters I almost stopped. I couldn’t run anymore, the fatigue was way too big. I saw my brother passing me by with ease. Will I ever be able to beat him at something.
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so good!!!
we always need new way of writing!!!
go on... k for you...
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Chapter 3
Bro
It seems my sis is kind of famous in gymnastics and during the dinner my mom asks me to create Insta**** and youtube profiles for her. So she can post her videos, photos and be even more popular. And because all of her friends are already there and she is not, which sucks. I wanted to say “sucks to be you” but not in front of parents so I agreed to do it after.
So we went to my room and I created her accounts. I’ve asked for the first photo she wants to put, And she asks to take a photo of her abs, she thinks it will be super cool to have abs as cover photo. She takes off her jacket and I am impressed by her flat 6 pack stomach, I’ve never dreamed of having one of those. I quickly made a photo but sis stops me coz she was not ready. I didn’t understand her but she says she wants it to be a bit pumped. And she starts doing crunches in my room. I’ve lost count after 50, she is like a machine. After a few minutes of crunches, she was ready and I can see the difference, previously it was a flat stomach with 6 packs and now it was muscled stomach. But again I was too fast to take a photo, she didn’t “flex” it, no idea what that meant. So I waited.
Then she flexed…. I’ve seen muscular abs before, on the internet, but this close, and on my 9-year-old sister. I mean there are eight bricks sticking out from her stomach with some veins. No wonder she could do crunches without breaking a sweat. Apparently, I was gulping for too long as sis reminds me about the photo, After a photo, she continues to flex the abs and looks at it. She plays around a bit with relaxing and flexing it and I am just watching it dumbfounded finally she says that her abs looks strong and asks me to try it out. I am not sure what does she meant “try it out” but she explains that I can hit her with a light punch and she will just flex and will try to take the punch. She is doing it often with her friends. But she asks me not to hit her hard as I am much older than her friends.
I agree but in my mind make a decision to hit her hard with a potential excuse that it was light punch from me. So she flexes and I made a swing. Oh my, it hurts, I almost screamed as it felt like I hit the wall, and I have to pretend that it’s fine, not to let her know it was a hard punch. And she is just standing there smiling and says I shouldn’t go that easy on her as her friends hit much harder. So she plays the game too I thought, not showing the pain and bragging about power of her friends, there is no way that she didn’t feel anything and her friend's light punches are harder than this. She asks me to try again harder but I made an excuse that I don’t want to hurt her and it’s hard to control strength. And still, the reality is that my hand hurts like hell and she is just standing still like it was nothing.
I congratulated her for hard work and tells she must be proud. She is super happy and says she will work even harder from now. Also, she asks if I can train her running a bit as she was giving her all last time but I beat her easily. I agreed that we should do it sometime but in reality, I don’t want to. Last time I barely won and she was running after working out, I still remember the feeling of looking at her legs and back, and now her abs too. I am not sure I want to do anything physical with her, I am already not sure I am stronger one. At least I beat her in arm wrestling so my hands must be stronger.
Sis
I decided to create an Insta**** account. All my friends have it and it’s super cool. you can post photos there and make comments and chat about different things. I asked my mom to help me but she said that we have a computer nerd at home and it will be easier for him to do it.
We went to his room and created accounts both for youtube and Insta****, he asks for a profile photo. Never thought about it before. Should I have biceps, legs, abs or whole body as a profile photo? I decided to go with abs because it’s really cool. So I took off my jacket and my brother takes a quick photo and looks a bit stunned. But I didn’t even flex yet doesn’t he know how flexed abs look like? I told him I was not ready yet, because I need to pump my abs a bit before. So I start to do crunches for a few minutes, it’s not enough to actually be a workout but in that way, the abs muscles have a bit of pump.
After I am done my bro makes the photo again, why? I am not flexing still. I asked him to do it again but actually, wait till I flex the muscles. I flexed and waited for the photo but this time brother was way too slow, 30 seconds passed and he is just staring at my abs. I remind him about the photo so he wakes up from his trance and did it. I continue to flex and relax my abs and have to admit I look good. The abs workouts are really paying off. I asked my brother to try my abs out, he didn’t understand what I mean so I explained to him that I want him to punch me lightly in the stomach. I didn’t want him to hit me hard knowing his strength but I should be able to withstand light punches, we do it often with my friends.
I flexed again and he took a swing, for a second I thought he would hit full force. But he went easy on me and gave me a light punch which I barely felt, it was a bit disappointing, my friends hit harder. I understand he doesn’t want to hurt me but I can take a bit harder punches. Thus I do realize it’s hard for him to control his strength and he is afraid he can actually hurt me. It’s good to have a brother who cares about you. He even congratulated me on my hard work, I think it’s the best day of my life.
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very very good!!!
Go on man...
K for you
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Chapter 4: Insta****
Brother
As for now, I am not sure where does she have time to workout. She is posting photos to insta like every second day. And replying to all the comments and chatting. I decided I will follow her with one of my fake accounts so I can track her progress.
For now, she was only posting abs photos and still getting lots of followers that admire it. There are way too many people commenting on how strong these abs look, some even suggesting that it’s stronger than the ones adults have.
A few days ago I was forced to cut the grass, it was hot outside so I was wearing my baggy shorts and t-shirt. Meanwhile, sis was doing some gymnastic stuff outside, she did some press handstand and it was quite cool. I stopped and watched at her as I’ve never seen her actually training. She did that move back and forth, it looked hard thus I am not sure how hard it’s actually is. I can only see that all her muscles are tensed. did she become even more muscular or is it my imagination. I had to stop myself as I have work to do. I was cutting grass for half an hour and was a bit out of breath and noticed that my sister was still training and looking fresh. How much stamina does she have? She was there before me and not even out of breath of all the training.
In the evening that day, I checked my sis insta**** account and see that there are an unusually big amount of comments, I wonder what happened. So she posted a series of photos and video of her morning routine. Yeah, she looks amazingly strong on those, but the comments are about some skinny dude watching the workout. I check the pictures and video again and see that it’s me that scrawny dude, I got caught in her video doing press handstand. And let’s put it frankly I do look ridiculous, staring like that. But as I scroll the comments there are more and more compliments about sis muscularity and that she looks much stronger than that “skinny dude”. Some even suggest that she should have run to that dude and wrestle him down there. I understand that in that video the difference looks big but it’s mainly because the camera is closer to her and I am far away. But I scroll down further and I see that one account is telling that it’s her brother. I click on that account and it’s one of her “friends” the one I was giving a lift from a gym.
After that, there are even more comments for sis to kick my butt, compare muscles or arm wrestle me. But the majority of people are saying that she looks stronger than her older brother. Her friend is most persistent about my sis wrestling me. There is heated discussion about our strength but sis actually responded that I am stronger and beat her in arm wrestling easily. Her friend objects that it was a long time ago and also her arms are stronger now but her overall muscles are much bigger. “Just look at yours and his legs,” she says. Also, friend says if sis will not wrestle with me, she will come to our house and will try herself.
Where did she meet her? It is bad enough to have a strong sister but having sisters friend that wants to wrestle with you is even worse. I would better avoid her at all cost, Not sure I want to wrestle her, it’s a no-win situation for me. I remember her legs and she trains with sis. So it will not be an easy fight for me and it will encourage my sis to try me next.
Sister
This insta**** is really nice. I have so many comments regarding my abs and how strong it looks. Some even suggest that they look stronger then the adult ones, I am not quite sure about it as I am still only 9 but when I look at them my abs muscles really look nice. I have a lot of requests to post my workouts so I decided to do it the next morning.
I wake up in the morning set up the camera and filmed my regular gymnastic routine. At one moment my brother was cutting the grass after he was done he looked out of breath, he should have worked out before doing it, that would explain it. I’ve uploaded a few video snippets of my workout like push-ups, press handstand, and others. I still wear long sleeves as I don’t want people to look at my arms. I think am not strong enough yet.
In the evening I went to my room and check my profile. And there are tons of comments commenting on my strength. But I didn’t do anything special, just regular gymnastic stuff. It seems that for regular people those exercises are quite hard, never thought about it. I thought everyone can do them.
Some of the comments comparing me to some skinny dude, no idea what they are talking about so I looked through my snippets and so my brother in one of them. So there is already discussion thread that I should compare muscles with him or wrestle him. I responded that I already did and he beat me easily that’s where my friend kicks in and tells I should do it again or she will do it for me because I look way stronger than him at least in the legs department.
All these comments regarding me being stronger and more muscular than my brother forced me to think and I checked the videos again. And while my legs are bulging with muscles and are very thick, his have just a bone, not even hint of calves. He wears baggy shorts so I can’t see whole legs. Perhaps it’s because of the distance, I am way closer to the camera and that’s the reason my muscles look so much bigger but still his legs should not be like sticks there should be some muscles bulging.
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Brilliant really! Keep going!
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yes, I'm in, I love this new way with the social, maybe I started with my story
but yours is better... go on!!!
K
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What a great story! I love the writing style. I like how the different points of view reveal the character's inner nature. He is worried that his sister is probably stronger than him and tries to distant himself from any comparisons with her. She thinks that he cares for her and tries to protect her, while also distancing herself from him, for now, because she thinks he's the stronger one.
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Caino? How can I find your stories on saradas?
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Caino? How can I find your stories on saradas?
https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=460770.0
Here it is ;)
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Thanks Caino. Any more of your stories?
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Really hope for some more chapters and how far this is going. How much stronger will she get and who will she show this her older brother. Or will he also try to get stronger?
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Thanks Caino. Any more of your stories?
Only in my language... Italian... sorry...
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I can read them with google translate then?
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I can read them with google translate then?
As you want, but it doesn't work so well... if you want to try:
https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/italian/arianna.txt
https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/italian/colosissima.txt
https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/italian/flaminia.txt
https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/italian/flaminia02.txt
https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/italian/flaminia03.txt
and others...
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Chapter 5
Brother
I decided to start working out, I think all these comments about my sister muscles made be a bit scared so I ordered adjustable dumbells sets that can go all the way up to 14kg. After the delivery, I have to carry dumbells one by one to my room as they were way too heavy. It’s good I was alone at home and no-one saw me.
I tried them right away to find the comfortable weight and was able to make reps with 5 kgs. I think I can do sets with 6 but want to concentrate on correct form and 5 are hard enough for me and I can feel the burn after doing 3 sets with 8 reps. I decided to make a habit of loading the dumbells to 12 kg in case my sister or her friends will walk into my room.
Next day I have to take my sister to some gymnastic competition. As we were going there she was really concentrated and wanted to win. I decided to stay there not to drive back and forth and lose time. I had my phone with me so I can watch some streams or videos. I pick my sit and just glanced at the arena, I was struck by the amount of muscles there. Is this some kind of another planet? All of the competitors are muscular and not just slight muscles but really muscular. I was feeling inferior there but decided to follow different events. My sister end up winning it, I have no idea how they give marks to different exercises but apparently, she was doing some harder stuff and better.
She was super happy and run to me after it was done. I congratulated her because that’s what adults do even if they don’t understand the subject. And she hugged me.
She is much smaller than me but when she hugged me she actually crushed my legs and lifted me from the ground. I was surprised at how easily she lifted me. I thought about pushing myself away and put hands on her shoulders but stopped because they felt muscular. I just look down at her and she was built like a tank I wanted to check for how long she can handle my weight. After a minute she gave me a final squeeze which almost cut the blood in my legs and put me down. I wonder if I can lift for a minute somebody my weight. Will need to check it out.
Sis
My brother bought dumbells to workout in his room. I would love to use those too but he said I already have a gym membership and he doesn’t so he keeps them. Will need to check later how much he lifts to know the strength difference, so I can work more and someday catch up with him.
Next day I have a regional gymnastics competition and my brother decided to watch it. I was really happy because it is the first time he actually watches me competing. I tried even harder than usual because of his support and won it.
After the competition he congratulated me and all these emotions were overwhelming I hugged him and tears went through my eyes. I hugged him really tight as I didn’t want him to see me crying, I think I even lifted him from the ground. After half a minute I noticed that yes I did lift him, he is so light in my arms. I wonder how much does the weight. I can hold him like this for hours I think. But decided to let go thus wanted to clean tears from my face first and hugged him a bit more tightly to do it.
In the evening I got an MMS from my friend with the photo. It was a photo of me lifting up my brother. She again asked me to try to wrestle my brother or she will do it herself. I’ve looked into the photo and actually I look more muscular than him but I don’t want to pick a fight with him just to check. First, because he is really kind to me and you don’t fight somebody just because you want to and second he must be way stronger than me. I still remember how easily he beat me in arm-wrestling and running.
But I do look more muscular on that photo thus it’s hard to tell because he wears pants and a long jacket.
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a new chapter!!! thanks!!! I hope to read a lot more...
K
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Chapter 6
Brother
I have a friend in my place to play some video games together and the bad part about it he had to take his brother with him, I thought that having a younger brother is better than younger sister but it seems it’s not the case. The dude is 13-years-old and is even more annoying than my sister. He is making comments on everything we do: how should we play, how should we position ourselves in battle and so on. It’s a bit hard to have a fun time when someone always pointing out your mistakes. So we decided to have a break.
I remembered about the incident with my sister and her lifting me and decided to try and lift my friend, he is more or less same build as me, probably even a bit lighter. I set a timer for 1 minute and picked him up. It wasn’t that difficult but after 40 seconds I can feel the burn in my arms and last few seconds before timer went off I was trembling a bit. And while I managed to lift him for a minute, it was much harder for me then for my sister. Probably it’s because she is shorter. My friend wanted to lift me and was able to keep me above the ground only for 45 seconds. His brother laughed at it and called him a wimp, his brother is as skinny as we are but for some reason, he showed good resistance during the fight. My friend is a bit weaker than me as my lifting experiment showed and he was not able to pin his brothers arms down for almost 2 minutes. I wonder how would fight end if his brother would have an upper position and not vice versa. After the defeat, the brat went downstairs to watch the TV and left us alone at least.
In half an hour I heard high voices from downstairs and decided to have a look. My sister was arguing with the brat and he was provoking her. I think he wanted to beat someone after we kicked him out. So he attacked her, I wanted to help but was more curious about how the fight will end up. Thus there was no fight, he charged her and caught her off guard but to my surprise, she holds her ground and the kid ended up with his shoulder in her stomach. From there Lyza simply took him into a headlock and squeezed, the guy tried to pry her arms but couldn’t even budge them. He was turning into a tomato in 10 seconds. He starts tapping on her legs and my sister let him go. I can see she was as surprised as a guy. She didn’t suspect she can beat an older guy that easily. The brat recovered and attacked her again, he tried to bear hug her but she easily takes his arms in hers and stretched them, then she tripped him and sat on his stomach, she decided to play with him a bit and gave him few slaps with his own hands. The guy was almost crying and begged her to stop. She said she will if he promised to stop.
I quickly went back to my room so Lyza will not see me spying and because I was afraid. She just beat 13-year-old guy whom my friend got trouble to beat. Also, it was not only her beating the guy but the way she did it, she didn’t even feel the attempt of 4 years older boy, she basically manhandled him without even breaking a sweat. In my mind, I summarize information about sister: huge strong legs, unbelievable abs, muscular shoulders, ability to lift me easily and overpowering older boy easily with her arms. I think it’s the first time I truly acknowledge to myself that she must be stronger than me. From now on I will wear only baggy clothes and will try to avoid her as much as possible.
Sister
I was returning home from gymnastics and wanted to relax a bit and watch television. But when I enter the living room I found this annoying brother of Tom’s best friend. The guy was always being a jerk, bullying younger kids in the playground and just being rude to everyone. The worst thing he is always trying to hang out with kids my age so no one can fight him. I tried not to provoke him because he is already 13 and a guy but for some reason, he really wants to fight me and is just looking for a reason to do it.
Usually, I would just back down and run away but all these talking on my Insta**** page about my strength and that I should wrestle older boys and so on left me standing there. I can always call my big brother to help if he will be beating me too badly. I was still thinking when he charged at me.
I was really scared and the only thing I managed is to flex my abs and legs before he hit me with his shoulder. His attack moved me a meter but then I put my right leg behind and we stopped. And that’s it.
The older guy charged at me full force and I barely felt him. He hit my abs with his shoulder and it was like just a light punch, he ran into my abs but it didn’t hurt. I was just standing and thinking about it all and notice that he is still trying to push me. Perhaps I am really strong, I am not sure what to do next so I just grabbed his head in a headlock and squeezed a bit. He almost immediately let me go and tried to move my arms away. I expected to battle for my position and thought about plan what to do next, but the reality was different. I didn’t even have to put effort to stop his attempts, it was like fighting small kid. I wanted to be sure that he is trying and flexed my arm, He let go of my arms and start tapping my legs with panic.
Wow just wow, I overpowered 4 years older boy with ease, I’ve decided to let him go because he was already turning colors. But after a minute he attacked me again or at least tried to. I just took a hold of his arms and pinned him. He has like no strength at all, I felt like I can do anything with him. So I started to slap him a bit with his own arms. I just couldn’t believe how easily I beat him. He started crying and begged me to let him go. I’ve made an older boy cry and forced him to beg for mercy and it wasn’t even hard. The first thought was to run and tell my brother because I was proud of myself. But I didn’t, for the first time, I thought what if comments on Insta**** are true and I am really stronger than him.
I’ve called my friend and tell her about my “wrestling match” and she just said. “told you so” and asked, “when will I fight my brother”. I always assumed that my brother is stronger than me because he is older. But right now I made an older boy cry so perhaps it’s not age what matters but muscles. To think about it, I work out 5-7 days per week and my brother is just playing video games, perhaps I am stronger. But I need to be sure before picking a fight, not to humiliate myself again.
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Great story! Thank you for it. I really like little sister/older brother stories :)
By the way, are you planning to keep story realistic or you will make Lyza more muscular/strong than normally possible?
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By the way, are you planning to keep story realistic or you will make Lyza more muscular/strong than normally possible?
Will try to keep realistic. At least not planning for any of them to grow or shrink :)
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Curious to see if this will end up a bit different from the other "little" sister stories. I won't get my hopes up
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Chapter 7
Brother
Not sure who invented Insta**** but I am starting to hate that person. Life was so much easier before it, we basically were living our own private lives and not interacting that much, but now, there are so many people that for some reason are interested in my sister. In her muscles, how big they are, how strong she is and so on. It’s just giving her more and more reasons to bother me. This time she asks if I can measure her muscles because she is not sure how and she wanted to measure them more precisely.
I think there is nothing wrong with such request in general and that’s the request you ask your big brother to help with, but the problem is I don’t want to know how big her muscles are, and I definitely don’t want her to know how big my “muscles” are. So it’s a bit of scary situation for me. I put my baggy clothes even thus we are inside and asked her to come.
She entered a room in her workout clothes with a sports bra. I was sitting in the chair so we were the more or less the same level. Lyza was super excited for some reason and I couldn’t understand why. But looking at her I thought about the incident more than half a year ago when I was thinking about throwing her out of the room, and it occurred to me that I would not be able to do it now, perhaps even vice versa. As she showed earlier she can easily handle my weight and lift me up, I am pretty sure she can just as easily carry me from my room and I doubt I can do it to her. She was standing next to me and I feel inferior. Her shoulders seemed bigger than mine and she was filled with muscles. All these thoughts made me quite uncomfortable and I was glad she suggested we should get started with her legs.
From previous experience I already knew that she has to make some exercises to pump the muscles and asked her if she had done it already, she said she planned to do it just before measurement and asked me if it’s ok to use the dumbells. I told her to go ahead and decrease the weight if needed. But she said it’s ok. She picked up the dumbells and started to do the lunges, I still remember that I had to carry them one each when they arrived because it was too heavy for me. How on earth there could be so many muscles on someone that small. When she was done she flexed one leg and asked me to measure it, I thought I better do it quickly so she will not have an excuse to be in my room. But when I put my hand between her legs to get the tape around her thigh she flexed her second leg. And I just stopped, I literally couldn’t move my hand. I’ve tried harder but it was impossible, those muscles were huge and strong. I’ve looked up at my sister and it seems she was chatting on the phone with someone, that’s an uncomfortable situation. How can you say your younger sister and supposedly weaker that she is holding you in place without even noticing it? I decided to use the second arm to finish measuring her thigh thus it was hard because my right hand was immobilized and I could barely move my fingers. 51 cm I announced loudly but she says ok and continues chatting. I thought waiting for her with my arm between her legs was ridiculous so said to her that she can relax her leg because I was done. She did and I was able to pull my hand back.
Arms next she said. But she asked me to measure her unflexed arm first. That’s quite a thick arm she has - 25 cm. I have no idea how good is it. For the pump, she decided to go with push-ups. She said 50 push-ups should be enough. She did them like in one minute and was only slightly out of breath. I doubt I could do 20 total not alone 50 and with such speed. She comes to me and flexed. I guess it’s the first time I actually see her flexing biceps. I suspected that her arms were strong but suspecting and seeing to balls of muscles on your sister is completely different. I forced myself not to stare at them and proceed with the tape. I’ve tried to make tape as tight as possible but found I couldn't dent her muscles. 32 cm on flexed arms, if previously I wanted to check how I do against my sister at least privately this time I actually didn’t even want to know. I will do it anyway just to be sure. But I had to live in a house where my kid sister is strong like hell and much stronger than me.
I said that we are done and she can post it on the page and she turns to leave. I turned back to my PC but suddenly heard Lyza calling me. When I turned back she just flexed her whole body together, I think I even jumped a bit from my chair, I thought she would wrestle me right there. I hope she didn’t notice it. But she just wanted to ask if it’s ok for her to sit near me and watch me play. Of course, it’s not ok but how can I tell her so. She just showed me all her muscles and I know that her muscles are much bigger than mine. So I gladly tell her to take a seat. I was trying to play a game and ignore her but she was as annoying as always and this time she added muscles into the game. While talking non-stop she started to flex and relax different parts of her body, commenting that she is starting to look really buff.
Sister
After my fight with an older boy, I decided I need to know my strength and more importantly I wanted to check my brother's strength somehow. So I decided to ask my brother to measure my muscles, I can do it myself but wanted to see how he reacts. I pretend that I don’t know how to do it and his help will be much appreciated.
He waited in his room for me and when I came in he was sitting in his chair. Why does he always wear baggy clothes, it’s not cold in the house. I stand near him and we were almost the same height. I was checking him out, it seems that his shoulders are even smaller than mine. When I stand near like this I can see that there is a difference in our builds, I really seem to have more muscles.
I decided to start measurement with my legs. Before that, I wanted to pump them a bit and spotted his dumbbells. So I took them and they are heavy I doubt I can make curls with those. I’ve made some lunges and was ready. Brother was very quick this time and started to measure me right away. When his hand was between my legs I decided to have some fun and flexed my second leg and tried to keep his hand in place. Even if he can curl those heavy dumbells my legs still have more muscles so it will be very hard for him to get out of my trap. Not to show him my intention I pretended to play with my phone. I hold him there for a minute and he just glanced at me from time to time. But then he used his second hand and measured my legs. There was no reason for me to hold him anymore but I wanted him to ask me to let him go, he looked kind of comical, sitting in the chair with an arm trapped between my legs. I hoped he would try to take it out and we would have physical confrontation there but he didn’t. Finally, he asks me to relax my legs because the measurement was done. So I forced my brother to ask me to let him go even if not directly. After I did he pulled his arm back instantly.
Arms next. I would love to use dumbells to pump my arms but I was not sure I can curl current weight and I definitely didn’t want my brother to see that I can’t do it or that I have to lower the weight. I wanted him to think that I am strong. So I went for push-ups. Not the best way to work your arms but it’s ok. I was doing them for a minute and then flexed for my brother. I wanted to check his reaction so watched him while flexing. He was trying not to stare at them but still, his eyes were fixed on my arms all the time. I think he was even trembling when he tried to measure them. After we were done I went to the door.
But one thing stopped me, during all this process he didn’t comment on my muscles like it was nothing special. Thus I know that they are big for my age. Perhaps he is as afraid of me as I am of him. I asked him to measure muscles and he agreed. I held his arm between my legs and he didn’t try to pull it out. I decided to try to force a small competition. I turned back and tensed all my muscles and call my brother. What happened next was beyond my expectations: he jumped in his chair. My brother jumped because he was scared of his 9-year-old sister. I thought of attacking him right there but he gave me no reason to. And if for some reason I fail, my life will be hell. So I asked him if it’s ok if I watch him play, I did it while flexing my muscles. He had never let me watch him play up until now. he said yeah it’s ok and pointed me to the chair near him. I was expecting him to say no and then force arm-wrestling competition like last time or at least him to try to move me out of the room. Anything which would have a physical confrontation between us. But he just agrees to my request.
I watched him playing a bit but then got bored and start flexing and relaxing different parts of my body. Brother pretended not to watch but for some reason every time I flexed he was killed in a game.
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This is going great! At first I was interested, curious but also a bit sceptic. Now I am a fan and can't wait for the next part.
Great developments! The young girl has discovered not only her own strength but also her brothers view about it/her. So nice to see her playing with that knowledge. And very good to hear and see both sides.
Please continue!
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it's going to be a very great story!!! can't wait for more!!!
K for you
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This format is just amazing, we get both POVs and it flows very naturally. Lyza is a charm and now she is starting to notice her superiority, so i think the next chapters will get even more exciting :)
If i were to change something i would up the pace a bit, a slow boil is good and teasing pays off exponentially, but im always left expecting for a climax in the chapter that never comes and it just ends. But its not as hard as i might describe it.
That small thing aside, the story is great, the fact that this is your first try is crazy! Im a fan for sure, if you want to exchange tips, stories or pics be sure to hit me up!
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Loving the slow and deliberate development! The double POV is incredible as well! Hope you will continue this story, I'm hooked! :rock:
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Chapter 8
Sister
The first step is done. I showed my muscles to my brother and it went even better than I suspected. I saw that he was actually a bit scared of me thus I still don’t know if I am strong enough to challenge him. It looks like I am but I want to be sure and for that, I need to check his muscles and strength. The problem is he always and it’s like always wear baggy clothes that cover most of his body. It means I need to think about ways to test him.
I was walking around thinking about different ways to force my brother to do something physical and saw a tree log in our backyard. We use it to sit and it looks a bit heavy. I decided to move it to the middle of a yard. It was much harder than I thought, the thing must weight a lot and it was really uncomfortable to carry and when I was done I just dropped it. I was really proud of myself because after this test I will know more about my brother's strength. If it was hard for me than it should be hard for him, or at least I would know if he can do this easier than me or not.
I went to his room and told him about the tree log. I said that we carried it together with my friend and I am not strong enough to carry it back. I said that I even pulled my muscle when I tried to do it myself and asked him to do it, so our parents will not be angry with me. I even promised to take his turn on dishes today if he helps me. He agreed and went outside.
He checked the tree log for a second and then instead of picking it up rolled it to its original place. He jus ROLLED it. I felt completely stupid. I’ve spent lots of effort in picking it up and carrying it, it almost fell on my legs. I even agree to do dishes instead of him today and everything to see him rolling this thing easily back to its original place. All these efforts were wasted. So I need another plan.
I want something that will force him to lift something heavy and I can’t just ask him to lift a dumbbell because he will find some excuse. And then I realized that something heavy can be me. And I just need a reason for him to do it. The next day I asked my friends and they helped me to put a ball inside tree branches, it was kind of fun to make a human pyramid. I was at the bottom holding my friend on my shoulder and she was holding my other friend on her shoulder. So the ball was not reachable both for us or my brother and he would have to lift me up to get it. I’ve learned from my mistakes and hid away the ladder so he will not have an excuse not to lift me.
When my friends went home I went to his room and asked for help. This time I didn’t want to promise him anything but decided to try another thing. I’ve changed into my workout clothes did some push-ups to look a bit more pumped and come to his room. When I asked him to do it I pretend to adjust my hair and flexed my biceps all the time. I am not sure if he even was listening to me as his eyes were transfixed on my arms. But when I repeated my request he quickly agreed. It seems I can have so much fun with him now. From now on I will try to use this tactic more often.
When we went outside I said that the ball is quite high and somebody needs to give a lift to another person to climb the tree, he agreed and said that he was ready and waited. So, he thinks I should pick him up, I am pretty sure I can but in that way, I wouldn’t be able to check his strength. I came to him and lifted him only a few centimeters from the ground, I can’t stop wondering how light he is but my experiment is more important so I lied that I can’t lift him higher because my shoulder still hurts and it’s not gonna work. He agreed and actually went to pick me up. Finally, I will at least have a feeling of his strength but then he stopped and spotted the “TREE LOG” he rolled it to the tree than with geat effort (at least it seemed like great effort) put it to a vertical position and reached the ball from it. I am gonna chop that tree log into pieces. The second time in a row it ruins my plans. When my brother went to his room again I decided to throw away the tree log and with an effort carried it and put it to the garbage bin, Lord it’s heavy.
The weekend came and this time I remembered my brother's promise about running, even if it’s not a strength challenge it’s at least something, and I can make it a bit harder. I even skipped my morning routine to be fresh and changed to my running clothes and went to grab my brother. As usual, he was sitting in his chair playing games I wonder if he ever goes out. But anyway I had to be sure he will run with me so instead of flexing my biceps I decided to ask him nicely. And decided to do it while sitting on his knees and flexing my legs and abs. He is my favorite brother after all and he promised to help me improve. So I did, I felt that he was uncomfortable and just to get rid of me he agrees really quickly. I thanked him and gave him a final hug. And went to wait for him outside.
We went again 10 laps and this time I didn’t sprint but just kept up with my brother, it was much easier than before, thus it seemed we ran faster. We finished together and I asked for some tips from my brother to improve my running. He said that if I want to run faster small distances I could use stairs to build explosive strength. I knew it already but wanted him to show me as we are already in the stadium and there are stairs. He made one run and I thought he would have a heart attack when he was back he was breathing so hard that I was worried and he didn’t run that fast. I made the run myself and yes it was a bit hard but nothing special so I made few more runs till he caught his breath. I thanked him for this great exercise and asked for more, he suggested I should use a wide step to walk the stairs with some weight. And then I got a brilliant idea: I just came to my brother and lifted him. I carried him to the stairs and he didn’t protest so I did exercise with him as a weight it was really nice. After I was done he suggested we go home but I asked if we could sprint home. I did more exercises than him but felt pretty confident seeing how he was out of breath from simply climbing stairs. So we sprinted back, it was like 400 meters, and I beat him!. Finally, I officially beat my brother at something and I beat him rather convincingly and it felt even better because I knew that I beat him even thus I should have been more tired. So at least if it comes to legs I should be stronger, at least quicker and better runner.
Brother
After I’ve measured Lyzas muscles I expected to see the numbers on her Insta**** page but she didn’t post it for some reason. perhaps she is waiting for something. I really didn’t want to know but curiosity took over and I decided I will check my legs and biceps.
Same as my sister I decided to start with legs and pump them up a bit, I’ve tried to mimic hers lunges with my dumbbells. It was super hard and after a few reps I felt exhausted, immediately I start measuring them and they were 42 cm and I wouldn’t call them muscular. So my sister's legs are not only bulging with muscles but are also bigger. That’s not really a surprise for me after the last events but I thought the gap between us would be less.
Arms next, as my sis I checked my unflexed arms and it was embarrassing - 22 cm. I’ve tried to pump my arms the same way and went for the push-ups. Last time I thought I would have trouble doing 20… make it 10. I was struggling with the 10th rep and just couldn’t have done any more. I measured my “flexed” arm and it went up only to 24.5 cm. That’s even less then unflexed arm of that powerhouse I call sister. I thought I was stronger but come to think about it the only thing I do is sitting and playing video games. I even stopped playing soccer with my friends that often because it’s troublesome to go outside when you can play with them via the internet.
I’ve heard the door to the house opened and quickly take some clothes on to cover my legs and arms just in case. Good call. Lyza came to my room and asked me to help her to move some tree log and that she pulled a muscle when tried alone. Really, she failed with all her muscles to move it and asked me to help. How on earth will I do it? And the problem is I can’t tell her this, she even promised to wash the dishes today. So I had to go outside and have a look. There it is, laying in the middle of our backyard huge tree log, why the hell did they need to move it there I’ve almost asked my sister to help me to carry it but then I thought that it’s rollable and I should be able to just roll it back. And so I did. lord, it’s heavy, my whole body hurts from rolling it around the yard. Nevertheless, the job is done so I went back to my room.
The next day my sister come again, apparently right after work out because she looked pumped. Why did she work out that often? She was talking about something but I was mesmerized with her arms, she was adjusting hair and involuntarily flexing all the time. The arms looked huge and after already knowing how much bigger they are than mine I felt even more scared. She asks me something and I just agreed thus I haven’t even heard the question and apparently I agreed to get the ball from the tree. This shouldn’t be a problem due to my height. Hm, the ball is too high and I can’t reach it. My sister suggested that one person should lift another, so I waited. She tried and said that she couldn’t lift me higher because her shoulder still hurts. So I had to pick her up. When to think of it this was kinda funny when she suggested lifting, it didn’t occur to me that I should be lifting her in the first place and not vice versa. How the muscles and strength attitude shifted in these last days. I thought about ways of lifting her, I am pretty sure I can do it as I already did it with my friend, but I need to do it in a way she can reach a ball. But then I spotted tree log and it looked like it can be enough for me to reach the ball. So I rolled it to the tree and almost killed myself in putting it to a vertical position. After that, I just grabbed a ball and gave it to my sis.
Later that day my dad come to my room and asked for my help. Apparently, somebody pranked us and put our tree log into the garbage bin and he needs help taking it out. It was uncomfortable for both of us to get it so we had to laid the bin and together pulled it out. We picked it up together and it was super heavy. I had to stop once before taking it to the place where it belongs. Lord, it’s heavy. And my sister mentioned that she just carried it with her friend don’t even want to know how strong she and her friend really are.
The weekend came and as usual, I was doing lots of important stuff but in reality nothing. When my sister came to my room I already suspected that she wants something. Last days there were way too many requests from her. This time she just sits directly on my knees, without even asking for permission. When did she get that cocky? She was talking about running and if I could run with her again. But what worried me is that her legs were crushing mine while she was flexing them, I’ve tried to flex back to hold her weight but not sure even if she noticed my attempts. I had to agree to run to get rid of her asap as she was hurting me a bit without even realizing it. She was really happy about running together and hugged me. Not sure about her intentions but she was crushing me, I’ve almost screamed from pain but she let me go. Why did she have to put all strength in simple hugging? I was out of breath so took my time to get down.
We went for the 10 laps again but this time I tried to run full power, increasing pace lap after lap. For some reason, my sister didn’t fall back and just keep up with me. I got lucky she didn’t decide to sprint the last lap as I was running near my limit and she seemed fresh. I hoped that was it. But Lyza asked me for some tips to improve her sprint runs. I don’t think she is the one who should ask when I look into her legs but the general approach for sprints is to use stairs to train. So I told her so and went for a demonstration, I was still tired after 10 laps but managed to make a run thus was a bit out of breath. She made a few runs herself but looked not even slightly tired. Out of fun, I said she should use weights for the stairs. And she just picked me, I already know she can handle my weight but using me like a dead weight for workouts, it’s kind of embarrassing. She did the exercise while carrying me and suggested we sprint back. I hoped she would be tired after all of these and agreed. I was mistaken, she just creamed me. Lyza took a lead from the start leaving me to stare at her legs, there was nothing I could have done against those, there is simply too much power in those.
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what a fantastic story!!!
waiting for more!!!
k for you
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So great, I love it! :rock:
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I really hope in a new chapter!!!
don't let us without this story!!!
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Chapter 9
Sister
I was challenged by my friend on Insta****. She was lifting her brother and challenged me to #liftaguychallenge. It should not be hard as I’ve already tried lifting my brother, but now I need to do it before the camera and I need to persuade him about this.
The next day my brother had to take me and my friends from the gym again and when we came out he was talking with that girl from his class. They are almost the same height but she looks so much thicker, probably she also outweighs him. I wonder if she can beat him up, Anyway, we went into the car and after a while, he was driving us home. This time all of us were in shorts and we decided to have a legs flex show. It was fun to check different parts of the muscles in our legs.
At home, I’ve complained to my friends that I am not sure how to ask my brother for an Insta**** challenge and if they have some ideas. They suggested two options: first was not to ask at all, they know I can lift him so they suggested I should just do it with a hidden camera and the second option was to force him to agree. I really liked the “force” option but was not sure how to do it. That’s where my friends stepped up and proposed their help. We cleared our dining room from redundant furniture and I went to fetch my brother. I can already make betting on his being in the room playing some games but when I entered the room, he actually stands up from his chair. Even better for me, I thanked him for help in running last time and said that I can see the results and started flexing my legs. I even thanked him for letting me use him as weight and mentioned it was so much fun and we should do it more often. I playfully lifted him and did few squats with him, during those I just briefly asked if he can help us to get a soda from the top shelf in the dining room and of course he agrees.
When we entered the room I just said sorry to him and we attacked him together. My friends got the hold of his arms (one each) and put their legs behind his and I just tackled him to the ground. We had him flat in 5 seconds. Perfect planning. I was pinning his legs and girls were holding his arms. He was immobilized. I was expecting a fight from him but I think he knew that he has no chance against three of us so he was not fighting at all. He asks us to let him go and I said we will if he agrees for liftaguychallenge for Insta****, he declines my proposal. So I thought about putting more muscles into my request I encircled his legs with mine and started flexing a bit to show brother that my legs are quite strong. At that moment one of my friends asked me to hold his arm because she wants to do something. I was not sure I can hold both his legs and arm but my brother was not fighting at all so I grabbed his arm with both of mine and continue flexing my legs. Still, my brother won’t agree to the lifting challenge, why is he so afraid to do it. Then I thought that perhaps I can force him to fight me if it will hurt him. So I started to push my legs into the split and taking his legs with mine. He was obviously in pain but still didn’t struggle nor with his hand neither with his legs but after a few seconds he agrees to my request and we let him go.
For some reason, my brother was out of breath and it took him a few minutes to be ok again. My friends were ready with the phone and I picked him up for the camera. I was holding him in the air and he felt so light in my arms. I shifted all his weight into one arm and flexed the other. It should be a perfect picture. For the next snippet, I asked him to sit on my shoulder and make several squats with him. I suppose he was too afraid to say no as three of us were ready to repeat what happened previously. After the set, I asked my brother to pick me up so we can have a picture also. He says no at first but one tension of my leg muscle and double asking changed his mind. He picked me up and I was high in the air. Perhaps he tripped over something because I felt that he was struggling a bit and put me down.
After our lifting session, he went to his room grabbed something and went outside. He didn’t scream at me or raged. He didn’t even promise revenge. Instead, he just left the house. perhaps he was afraid we will attack him again. And perhaps we would, at least now I know that we can handle him together so he will better listen to us. Also, him being out of his room presented a perfect opportunity for me. For a long time, I wanted to try his dumbells and now he was not at home. We went together into his room, so even if he will be back he won’t be able to do anything. And I grabbed his dumbells. They are heavy, I think like 12 kg but I felt like I can try them. I was able to perform 6 curls till got tired and my friends stopped at 1-2 curls. So I still have a way to go till I catch him in strength but the gap is not that big already and 3 of us can easily handle it. Also, it’s just arms that he trains and my overall physique is much better. It would be fun to actually wrestle him.
Brother
Sometimes I don’t like grown-up life, especially when it comes to taking my kid sister from the gym. This time I arrive earlier and went out of the car, I again saw the girl from my class and this time she saw me too and come by. We talked for a while and surprisingly it was very nice. I liked her a lot and she didn’t run away from me also. In five minutes my sister and her friends came and I told them to wait in a car. Rebecca, the girl from my class, was really surprised that Lyza is my sister and told me that she works really hard in the gym and she is strong. Not sure how to react on that, should I be proud that she is strong or ashamed that I don’t look that strong. Anyway, Rebecca also asked me for help. It seems she wants to improve in math and I can help her. I gladly agreed and invite her to our house in a few days.
On the road home the girls were showing off their legs again but I was thinking about Rebecca and didn’t pay attention to them. As usual, I let them out first and went to my room. Shortly Lyza came in and I decided to be proactive and stand up from my chair. I didn’t want her to sit on my knees and hug me there like last time. She started talking about our running and how helpful I was to her, she even showed me her flexed legs which were bulging with muscles. How could I even thought that I can match her in running before? She also thanked me for being a great coach and for weight exercise and that we should do it more often. Apparently, my weight is really good for her and as to prove it she picked me up again. She really needs to get rid of that habit and perhaps switch of picking up her friends and not older brother. Lyza even starts doing small squats with me and just as a mention she asked me to go and help her friends fetch something because they are too short. My first thought was to refuse but she was holding me easily above the ground and I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to stop her from carrying me there.
Upon entering the room my sister says “sorry” and then next moment I am already laying on my back with three girls holding me. Not sure even how it happened, I’ve tried to move my arms but her friends are holding them firm so there is no chance. Lyza asks me to make liftaguychallenge with her for Insta**** profile. I thought to agree to that to get rid of them but didn’t want to show that I am doing this because they forced me to and said “no”. That was a huge mistake as my sister started to just crush my legs with hers. Somehow she encircled our legs and started flexing hers, I’ve tried with all my might to flex back but it was like being pushed by a press. She was just doing it back and forth and what seemed without even thought that she can be hurting me. To make matters worse her friend needed to do something and asked my sister to hold my arm also, I sensed my chance and wanted to get free but she held me easily in place and then she started to move my legs apart. I panicked because it was very painful and tried to get free but it was useless to fight versus these girls. They just easily overpowered me. Not to receive some permanent damage I quickly agreed to that lift thingy.
I was out of breath because of the “fight” and tried to register in my head what just happened. The girls attacked me and beat me in like 5 seconds. My sister was holding my legs and one arm and I couldn’t even move her a bit. She was hurting me simply by flexing those muscles without even realizing it and she was ready to hurt me with tearing my legs apart. So I decided to follow all her requests not to provoke the fight.
The lifting session was ok. I already knew she can handle my weight so it was no surprise in her lifting me. She even squatted a few times with me on her shoulder it looked like she can handle the much bigger weight and it’s too easy for her. The bad part of the session was when she asked me to lift her. I really didn't want to and said her so, but she started advancing to me and flexed those legs. I didn’t want to live through the pain again and quickly agreed. It’s a bit awkward situation to me when Lyza knows she can force me to agree to her requests by hurting me even if it’s done with the help of her friends. I was confident about picking her up as I did it a couple of days ago with my friend who is much older than her. But to my great surprise, she felt heavier than him. Perhaps I was exhausted after the fight or perhaps she was actually heavy but I was sure I couldn’t hold her for a minute. So after a while, I put her down, my arms were already trembling a bit, hope she didn’t notice how hard it was for me to lift her up.
After we were done I decided to sneak out of the house so they will not attack me again. I need to know their schedule so next time there are three of them in our house I will try to play with friends or stay at school longer.
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Great story and getting better and better.
Looking forward to the next chapter and what happens again.
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Love how naive both of them are, makes for an awesome dynamic in this story! Can't wait to read where this goes!
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that story is something great!!
please go on...
K
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why no information on the size of the sister and the brother; how tall are they, and how much do they weigh? love the story of her lifting her brother and carrying him as she climbs stairs at the stadium - more details on how she carried him and what was his reaction. thx
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Please keep on
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waiting for more!
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please dont abndon this
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yes, it was too good!!! please go on!!!
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working on it... :) Sorry it take so long.
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working on it... :) Sorry it take so long.
glad to hear it :bravo:
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Chapter 10
Sister
My friend wanted to come to my house to show me something. Heh she is evil, yesterday when we wrestled my brother she did take a few photos and make a small video. That was the reason she asked me to hold his arm during our tussle.
I look into the first picture and there are my legs encircling his. It looks interesting, even in his pants my legs seemed much bigger than his but perhaps it’s because I am wearing shorts and all my muscles are visible. The second picture is different… In this picture is the moment where I flex my legs and if in the first picture my legs seemed just bigger then his, in this it looks like I am crushing him. The third picture is the best, my friend stretched his pants so basically you can see an outline of his versus mine. They are so skinny and I mean really really skinny, especially when compared to my flexed once. Now it explains why he stopped wearing shorts, I would also be ashamed of such legs.
Video next, she filmed when I was moving his legs apart. She is great I would never come up with such a beautiful idea. I look super strong in that, no wonder so many people are saying that. It shows that I am doing whatever I want with my brother and in this video, I can see that my brother is tensing his legs and he is suffering pain. So he was actually trying to stop me from hurting him and I didn’t even notice it during the fight. Just wow, I never thought I am that strong. And what’s more important that my legs are that much stronger than his. I watched the video like 5 times comparing our bodies: my legs just dominated his, my back seems to be wider then his even my buttocks are muscular. Now I regret only one thing that I didn’t wrestle him there one on one. But it’s never too late, he does have an edge in the upper body but it’s not that big and I am way stronger in legs then he is, so I should be able to handle him. Plus I can have a lot of fun even now using my legs versus his.
Later that day I wanted to see how my brother reacts to the photos before posting them so I waited for him in his room. To keep myself busy I did my regular workout routine, usually, his room is off-limits to me but why should it be? He can enter my room whenever he wants so I have the same right to be in his. I was doing push-ups when he entered the room so I didn’t see his expression but he just asked if I wanted something. I asked him to give me a minute to finish the set and he didn’t object. A few months ago I wouldn’t even dare to do such things but now things are different, I was able to hurt him with my legs and I feel like he is more afraid of me than I am of him.
After I was done I sat on the bed and asked for help with the photos. He was clearly nervous so I apologized for hurting him last time and told him that I know he protects me but he shouldn’t let me hurt him and next time it’s quite ok to fight back and I will not tell parents about it. He tried to come up with an excuse that he will next time but we both know he tried before and I just creamed him with my legs. Anyway, he sat near me and I showed him the photo with him holding me. Nothing special about it, yes I look muscular but he is way taller than me. Next on the line is me squatting with him on my shoulder. It looks so easy so I commented that he should start eating or at least take some weights when I am squatting him because it’s waaay too easy. I saved the best one for the end and this one I’ve already posted to Insta****. I am holding my brother with one arm and flexing the other. I can see in his face he is surprised so I pushed it a bit commenting that I was not aware my arms are so big. And just to compare I started flexing. Innocently I asked if my arms are a good size for my age or should I work out them a bit more so one day I can be as strong as he is. He said that yes my arms look very strong and wanted to leave but I stopped him because reading comments is the best part and we can do it together. There are so many comments about my strength and how good I look but I am almost skipping those and only focusing on the ones where people say that I look much stronger than “the dude” or that I did a good job of “showing my brother who is the boss”. I make a pause reading them and check my brother and with each such comment, he seemed less and less in control. Perhaps I should have started a fight with him but my idea was to show him what people think about us and that we both know how much stronger I look. When we were done my brother asked for a favor.
He asked me not to be at home when Rebecca will come but I don’t have anything planned for that time and said that I would rather not but if he wants I can do it for him in exchange for a small favor. I want him to make a few photos of my abs in a way I can’t do it alone. We went to the bar and usually I use a chair to reach it but having my brother nearby I asked for a lift, it is never a problem when I have my friends at my place, we just boost each other jump till we reach the bar. But it didn’t work this time, I jumped but didn’t feel any boost and couldn't reach the bar. Brother said that I weight too much and should stop eating like a horse. I didn’t think that and decided to weigh myself before proceeding. We went to the bathroom and I stepped on a scale - 47 kg. That’s quite a lot for someone who is just 140cm. But I don’t feel heavy and can handle myself quite well.
But back to business, this time brother lifted me up and I was able to grab the bar. My brother went after the phone and I did a few pull-ups to look better on the photos. His job was to take photos while I work out my abs. I did lots of leg raises and felt really pumped, the photos should be awesome. I decided to finish the set withholding my legs straight in L position. My brother was still doing photos and I asked him to come closer when he did I rested my legs on his shoulders. I felt really good watching down at him and he looked scared and I think he should be. We both know that my legs are really strong and I can use them to hurt him. I’ve asked him to come a bit closer and try my abs because it looked really good. Now his shoulders are behind my knees so I relaxed legs and was almost sitting on him. His face was directly in front of my abs and I said to him to start punching it. Not asked or anything but told him to do it. I know he doesn’t have the leverage to actually punch it but that’s not the point. The point is me telling him what to do. He didn’t cooperate at first so I told him to “start punching now” and he obeyed immediately. I know it's hard to make a strong punch in his position and that he is perhaps scared to punch me harder but it feels more like he is touching my abs then actually hitting it but it’s still funny to watch. After a while, he started to slow down and stopped but I didn’t tell him to stop and wanted to enjoy this moment for a bit longer so I said him to continue and added please this time. He again did as I said but this time it was more like moving hands towards my stomach. I waited for half a minute or so but the movements became so slow that I can count to 5 between them and I think his hands were trembling from fear. I told him that he can stop and he instantly dropped his arms to his sides. It’s a superb feeling to be able to control your older brother and to see the fear in his eyes, and I did it alone without the help of my friends. And I wanted more, in the position he is right now I am pretty sure if I will order him to bark he will. But I rather would like that he will acknowledge how strong I am. So I asked what does he think about my body. After a long pause, he said that my abs are very strong. I thanked him and said that if he wants to have such strong abs I can work out with him, and I was not only asking about abs. Are my legs not strong? And to make a point about it I moved my legs to one side and to another taking my brother with me. He quickly agrees that my legs are strong too. I so want to continue our talk but I feel that my hands are getting tired, I am actually supporting my body all the time and I don’t want to show any sign of weakness to my brother. But I want the memory of this moment so I told my brother to turn around and take the phone from his pocket. After he obeyed I told him to take a selfie, clearly, he didn’t want to but I flexed my legs a bit and added, please. With trembling hands, he did as he was told and showed me the picture. I liked it and take the legs from his shoulder and did few more pull-ups just to show off. After I was done I told him that he can go now and he just went to his room. I understand that he was doing everything when I had my legs near his neck but my last request was not the case and still he listened. Is he so afraid of me? And this opens up so many possibilities, I can order him around even without my friends.
Brother
We have a new substitute gym teacher and it seems it’s not enough to be good at just running to pass the lessons. Everyone should be able to do a bare minimum in all kinds of sports. Today we were forced to do pull-ups. The first guy came and couldn't jump high enough, he tried a few times but with the same result. The teacher didn’t want to waste the whole day so when he jumped next time she just helped him to reach it. Not sure what was the point as the guy didn’t even clear single pull up. The same happened with the next few guys. When it was my turn I take a time to prepare my jump but the teacher was not aware of it so she just simply lifted me to the bar. I didn’t do any better than previous guys. I guess this exercise is a bit too hard for us to start. Out of 15 boys, we succeeded in doing 15 pullups in total and that’s only because one guy did 10 of them.
The teacher was super angry, she was trying to explain that physical condition is very important and that we should train more and so on. But who cares about sports nowadays when you have online games. We also point out that pull-ups are a bit too hard. It triggered her even more, she said she is also a gymnast coach of young girls (that explain her strength of lifting us) and that all of them can do lots of pull-ups easily. Of course, they can they are small and light. But what worried me that she promised to bring a few girls to our lesson if we will not improve in a few weeks. And she will force us through strength competition with these girls.
On the way home I was processing what happened during the lesson and what are potential consequences. I don’t think there are many gymnastics school in our town, I even think there is only one. So there is a really big big chance that this woman is Lyza’s coach. And if all of us will not be able to do some pull-ups she can bring her to our class and do some strength competition. It will be total public humiliation and I need to think about the ways to avoid it. With these thoughts in my head, I entered the room.
Lyza was doing push-ups in there. Wha the hell is she doing in MY room? How dare she be here when I am not even at home? The problem is she looks so strong that I am afraid she would turn on me if I tell her to leave or screamed at her. I watched her a bit and then decided to check if she wants something. She told me to wait till she finishes her set, it doesn’t seem right and I don’t like her attitude at all but what can I do? So I waited.
She sat on a couch after and I followed her, I was not sure what to do. She did hurt me yesterday and I have to say something about it otherwise she would think that I am afraid of her, but the problem is I really am. Perhaps she saw my hesitation and bring the subject herself. With all her innocent she apologized for hurting me and said that’s ok to fight her back next time and she will not tell our parents if I fight her. Ok, did she really not even notice that I was trying to fight them, that’s not encouraging. And she plans to have “next time”, what will I do if she will attack me one on one. For now, I will try not to give her a reason to. After, she wanted me to check the photos from yesterday, like forcing me to make them was not enough, today is different and her friends are not here but as I decided I will try not to provoke her.
She showed me a photo of me lifting her where one can see that I struggle a bit with her weight, but it’s good already I was able to lift her. In the second snippet she is squatting with me on her shoulders and it looks way too easy for her. I wonder if I can squat somebody my weight or even my sister. To add to my thoughts Lyza said that I am way too light to squat and I should eat more or carry weights with myself so she can have good exercise with me. Why should she always assume that there should be more events like this? I think the barbell would work better for her and she should use those instead of me but decided to just ignore her comment. Then there is a picture which she already posted to her page. I suspected she is lifting me easily, but holding me with one arm is a bit too much, to make matters worse she is flexing the other, did it become bigger? As to answer my question Lyza starts flexing her arm and compare it to the picture. She was kind of curious if her arm is big for her age and if she has to work out more to be as strong as me. She had to be kidding me, those arms are big for any age. I would go sleeveless all days if my arms would be close to hers. And she is flexing those monsters right in front of me, when did they grow so much. Now I doubt I was stronger than her even year ago because there is no comparison now. I wanted to leave but she asked me to read comments with her as it is the best part. Yes, perhaps for her but reading that your sister is super strong is not very fun. Why so many people have to write something? You check a photo and scroll further, you are not obliged to write a comment that the girl looks much stronger than a boy, or that she did a good job of showing your brother who rules and so on. And she was reading all these comments and I would say she paused on purpose so I can read those too, perhaps she expected some kind of reaction from me. But what could I say? I can see from her reaction that she really enjoys this situation and is checking me out. I was really worried that all these comments will push her to try me out but luckily she just giggled on them and didn’t proceed. I feel like I have to say something so I switched the conversation into another subject. My friend will come to study tomorrow and I feel like I want my sister not to be at home.
Lyza agreed on one condition. She needs the help of taking photos of her abs. I didn’t think it should be that hard so agreed. We went to the bar not sure why did she choose it to train abs but nevertheless. It was a bit of deja vu from my classes. The person standing near the bar and it is too high for her to jump. I thought I would mimic my teachers move and help Lyza. But for some reason it didn’t work, I’ve tried to boost her during jump but she was way too heavy for me. I said to her that she should stop eating that much. Sister didn’t believe me and we went to check. She stepped on a scale and it showed 47 kg, that’s just a lot for somebody her age and it’s definitely more then I can lift. I see that she was also surprised and went back. I decided to check my weight before following her and it went up to 53 kg. I quickly stepped back so my sister will not see it. I knew I was skinny and don’t have good muscle tone. But I do run a bit and thought that I would not weight only 6 kg more than my sister who is almost 40 cm smaller than me. I really need to start eating and working out, if she ever sees me without clothes she would laugh like hell.
With all these “cheering” thoughts I came back and lifted my sister to the bar, she really weights a lot. I went to grab a phone and noticed she did a few pull-ups. I am not surprised she can do them but previously I thought it’s because she doesn’t weight anything and now I know it’s not the case. Lyza started doing leg raises and I concentrated on photos, better to be done with it as quickly as possible. And it’s better to take photos then to think about my sister's strength because I was almost sure I can’t hang on the bar for so long not even mentioning doing leg raises. After a while she kept her legs straight in front of her and told me to come closer, I did and was concentrated on photos so I didn’t notice she put her legs on my shoulders. I stopped and looked at her and she was smiling like she knew she had me. And she was right, there is no way I can fight her legs, they look even more muscular that close from my face. She asked me to come closer to have better look on her abs and my neck was between her thighs. Then she commanded me to punch her abs, not asked or even said. It was a direct command like she knew she had full control over me and there is nothing I can do. I saw a great opportunity to let out my anger and started punching as hard and as fast as I can. But it didn’t end as I expected, I know I didn’t have leverage and motions were limited but I thought she would at least feel pain but apparently, it was not the case, it was like hitting a wall, the wall with bricks, eight hard bricks. I continued to punch her for a minute or so and felt that I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep my arms up any longer and can’t generate enough power to actually hit her so I stopped. It was a relief but the problem is that Lyza said to me to “continue please”. Yeah “please”, I thought about telling her right away that I can’t do it anymore but that would show just how weak I am. She is hanging on a bar with her arms and taking punches and I am tired just because I was hitting her for a minute. How would she react? I didn’t want to find out so I tried to “punch” her more. My hands were already trembling from tiredness and I was doing it with really hard effort. I think a few more seconds and I would just give up, not caring about possible consequences. But Lyza told me that I can stop, I thought about thanking her but I am not sure how would it sound. When did she become so strong that I basically have to ask permission to stop punching her as to read my mind she asked what I think of her body. The only thing that comes to mind is her abs, muscular ripped abs which I can’t even hurt even if I want to, it’s more like a wall. So I said to her that it looked very strong. I hoped she would be happy and would let me go but it seems I forgot about her legs and to remind me about them she started moving them from side to side taking my body with them I was forced to quickly agree that her legs are also strong. As it was not enough she ordered me to turn around and take a selfie, I was not sure about it and I think Lyza sensed that because suddenly I felt my neck being squeezed. At that moment I thought I would pass out but Lyza relaxed her legs and not to provoke her I quickly took the picture. Not sure was it because of her squeeze or perhaps I was still tired but it took me a lot of effort to lift my arms.
Finally, she took her legs from me and did a few pull-ups. How the hell can she still do those, is she even a human? I waited patiently not daring to simply walk away because I don’t know what to expect from my little sister. A few weeks ago she was just spoiled brat and not making me troubles at all, but now she starts discovering what she can do with her power, so I don’t want to give her more opportunities to do that at my expense. After she was done Lyza said that I “can go now” and I did. It was more she allowed me to go away and I think we both felt that way. And if last time she was ordering me around because of her friends, today she did it alone, she completely showed how strong she is and that I can’t do anything against her body.
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Really like this story and the descriptions from both sides!
I can't wait for her to start growing even bigger, but love the slow and deliberate pacing, keep at it!
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I like how it's going :) Hope there will be not too much violence from sister's side.
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so good to see a new chapter of this story!!!
I love it
thank you and K
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;)like the way she concerns her brother too light and wants him to hold weights to make it more for her to lift. maybe she should ask her brother to bring some of his friends over, and have her exercise with them all at one time. she certainly is a muscle bound who needs to get out of her shell!
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Subtly nudging this story back to the front page, hoping for a continuation. ::)
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Is Lyza about to finally challenge and beat her skinny brother?
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Please continue :(
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yes please, give us a new chapter!!!
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assassinua, Please don't throw a story this is one of the best stories i think
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I agree, we are waiting for you
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Please go on with this. I think it's time Lyza finally challenge her skinny brother
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I agree, looking forward to a continuation!
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Please don't keep us hanging. Give us some more
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assassinua please answer us
we are waiting for the next parts of this story
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This is one of my favourite stories on this site. I hope there's more to come.
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one of the best stories here. hope you keep on
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Everytime they revive this post, the dont give hope meme comes to mind.
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Hi all! I’m sorry, I’m not a writer, and I didn’t take the author’s permission to do this, because his inbox is full. However, This is my favorite story, period, and I was was really disappointed when he stopped writing it, especially at such a crucial point. So, I decided to write a continuation myself. Of course, if the author ever comes back, I would love to read his original continuation. Until then, this is my take. Please let me know what you think! I will continue if people like it.
Chapter 11
Sister
After Tom left my room (with my permission!) I decided to lay on my bed for a while, since my arms were still a little tired from my earlier display. All I could think of was how easy it had been for me to control my brother, even when my friends weren’t around to back me up. I mean, I understood why he was afraid of me while I had my legs so close to his face, but he even after I let him go, he didn’t even try to retaliate! Instead he left my room when I told him to. Could I really get him to do whatever I want? Also, why would he be so afraid of me? We both know that he has stronger arms than men. Or did he know something that I didn’t? Just then I heard metal clanging. I had to see for myself. I got up from my bed and went to my brother’s room. The door was slightly ajar so I decided to peek in. Apparently my brother was working out. He was curling those same dumbbells that I had struggled with the previous day, thus demonstrating his superior arm strength. But........wait a minute?! Was I seeing this right? He appeared to have unloaded some weight from the bar! It looked like he was curling just 5 kgs. And by the look on his face he was really struggling with it. How could this be possible? I was able to curl 5 kgs with ease a year ago. After about 6 he put his weight down and got up, presumably to go to the washroom. Not wanting him to know that I had been spying on him, I rushed back to my room. Thinking to myself, I still couldn’t understand what to make of what I had just witnessed. Maybe he was warming up with 5 kgs? But his expression made it seem like he had maxed out. The curiosity was killing me!! I had to know for sure. I decided that it was time to confront my brother. Or, better yet, provoke him into confrontation.
That night, at dinner, I got the best news of the day! My parents were going to watch a movie and wouldn’t be back until late at night. That gave me plenty of time to execute my plan. My brother was sitting across the table from me. I decided to make a show of tying my hair up into a ponytail, made sure that he was looking at me , and then flexed my arms just a little. It had the desired effect! His eyes looked like they were gonna burst out of their sockets and his mouth was agape.
Coincidentally, my parents had ordered pizza (his favorite) for dinner. This gave me an idea for my next move. I waited until there was only one slice left, knowing full well that he’d be the one to reach out for it. As soon as he did, I did too. This made him look up at me. In the past, I had never gotten the last slice of pizza. It was understood around the house, that it was his right. As he stared at me, I stared right back at him, just willing him to say something. However, he just cowered back and let me have it. I felt annoyed, since I didn’t even want the pizza all that much. I just wanted him to start an argument. When dinner was over my parents asked me to do the dishes. Without missing a beat, I said “Tom will do it!” Then I looked at him and asked “won’t you? Please?” In my best little girl voice. His expression was so pathetic I would’ve laughed if not for my plan. He looked like he was about to cry. Then, he said (or blabbered) “uhhhh okay”. Ugh! I was so frustrated. Why wouldn’t my brother confront me? It was too much.
As soon as my parents left I went to my room and put on my workout clothes. There was only one way this was going to happen. I decided to workout while he was doing the dishes, to have a good pump and look my best. I did 50 push ups and 20 pull ups in quick succession. Just then I heard him come up the stairs and head to his room. I was still angry and frustrated because my tactics hadn’t worked so I continued to workout for a few more minutes. When I ended my workout, I took a quick look at myself in the mirror. I gotta admit, I looked really good and strong. This gave me just the boost of confidence I needed. I immediately got up and walked to his room. I opened his door (no point knocking now) and went straight in.
Brother
What had just happened?! Lyza had completely dominated me, while showing off her strength at the same time. And this time, there was no one around to help her! She did it all on her own. Did this mean that she knows how much stronger she is than me? Or did she just get carried away? I couldn’t get the image of her abs out of my mind. I gave it everything I had and she didn’t even budge! And while her abs handled my pathetic onslaught, her almighty arms just held us there while her legs reminded me who’s boss. I hate how I did literally everything she asked me to without question. And what was with her telling me to go? I should’ve said something, but I didn’t because I am afraid of her. I did it because I’d had enough domination for a day. I wonder what she thought of me? I decided then and there to avoid her for as long as possible. I needed to get my mind off of this. A wow raid is what I needed.
With that in mind I went to my room. However, before I got to my desk, I saw my weights lying there. I thought a quick workout might help, if nothing then just to increase my self esteem. Big mistake. I unloaded it to 5 kgs and did my first rep. I immediately began struggling because my arms were still weak from the punches. This again brought back the recent memory of trying to make a dent in those abs and failing miserably. The fact that she forced me into punching her was so humiliating. By the 4th rep I felt like my arm would fall off. After the 6th rep I had to put the weight down, underlining my inferiority against her when it came to strength. So much for my self esteem. I got up to go to my desk but thought that I saw something moving outside my door. I went to check but there was nothing there, must’ve been an illusion. Anyway, I spent the rest of the day playing wow, and unsuccessfully trying to get Lyza out of my mind.
So apparently my parents chose the worst possible night to go out for movies. Spending time alone at home with Lyza is so not what I need right now. I made a mental note to go straight to my room after dinner and not come out until morning. As I sat down Lyza came and sat down in front of me. Throughout dinner, I couldn’t help stealing glances at her, wondering how strong she really is. Not even pizza, my favorite food, was enough to overshadow Lyza’s ridiculous muscles. At one point she decided to tie up her hair and those biceps came into view. I wonder if I’ll ever stop being amazed by them. Not just their sheer size, (which I knew was much bigger than mine) but their shape was so defined. It was a few seconds before I realised that I had been staring with my mouth open. Was it my delusion or did she smile by seeing my reaction? I’ve got to stop overthinking.
Soon we got to the last pizza slice. I reached out, as usual, to grab it. To my surprise, Lyza also reached out at the same time. This had never happened before! It was my right to get the last slice of pizza. Or at least I thought it was. I looked up to protest but was shocked to see her staring back at me mischievously. Her eyes oozed both confidence, and menace and she smiled as if nothing had happened. Usually, I would have put her in her place right there and then. However I could also see her bare outstretched arm, clearly compared to mine. Her cute baby smile was in sheer contrast with the vascularity in her arm. I didn’t know if she was flexing on purpose, but the difference between our arms was dramatic. While mine was longer, hers was clearly thicker. It looked like two of my forearms could fit inside her one. One of her arms had more musculature than my entire body. I can’t believe I thought I could compete with her at some point. Utterly intimidated, I let the pizza slice go, feeling ashamed of myself. Lyza had humiliated me again, in front of our parents, all the while smiling like a sweet little sister.
Once dinner was done I was ready to rush to the stairs. However, before I could do that I heard Lyza telling my mom that I’ll do the dishes for her. This was unfair as it was her turn. I was about to say as much before she turned towards me and said three words that sent literal chills down my spine. “Won’t you please?” Emphasising on the “please” This “please” reminded me of the other times she said please to me that day and how that had turned out for me. Standing there in a tank top and shorts, her giant legs were clearly visible. I was still sore from being crushed by them the previous day. What was her play? Was she threatening me? God why was she so intent on humiliating me? Or was she genuinely asking? Either way one look at her legs and I knew the answer. It took all my will to say “okay”. I immediately turned away as I couldn’t bear to watch Lyza celebrate her victory. The entire day’s events began circulating in my mind as I did the dishes. It was too much. My little sister was much stronger than me and was using that fact to get me to do stuff for her. I broke down. I cried right there in the kitchen for about 15 minutes before going up to my room. I lay down on my bed and started wallowing in my misery. I was trapped. I had no idea about how to get out of this situation. Talking to her might make her mad and I was scared of what she might do to me then. Telling my parents was not an option since I will never be able to live with the humiliation. Working out wouldn’t work either, because I’ll have to be superhuman to catch up to her. I kept thinking and thinking and nothing came to mind. Just then, the door flew open. Standing there, looking absolutely breathtaking in just a sports bra and shorts, dripping with sweat with almost her entire body pumped and on display, was Lyza. “We need to talk.”
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Honestly, I hope that assassinua will not be against you continuing his story, because I really like how you do it :)
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Thank you Wissen! It’s obviously not as good as assassinua, but I’m glad you like it!
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Very, Very good!!!
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Very, Very good!!!
OMG I can’t believe that you like it. I’m such a huge fan of your work! Thank you so much! :thanks: :rock:
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I hope you have the next chapter all lined up! Can't wait to read it! :woohoo:
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Nice Job Aadi! You don't give yourself enough credit. That was a fun read. You should definitely write some more.
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very good! please keep writing
it would be nice if you go with the idea of that Rebecca girl that the brother has a crush on.
like lyza humiliating him in front of her and she being more attracted to the sister muscles than with him
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:wow: loving this story
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Chapter 12
Sister
Entering his room, I saw my brother laying down on his bed. We both knew that I never would’ve entered his room without his permission before this. We both also knew that something had changed between us. Now it was time to get everything out in the open.
Seeing me, he got up into a sitting position. I saw his expression change as he noticed my body. To add to the effect, I tensed up just a little bit. It worked, his eyes bulged in the same way that they had during dinner.
“We need to talk.” I said, almost aggressively.
Before I could finish my sentence, he jumped up and backed into the wall beside his bed. He was literally shivering! He looked like he was about to pee in his pants. It was so funny. I would’ve laughed out loud but I had to make sure I looked intimidating if my plan was to work.
When he didn’t respond, I said calmly
“Get over here.”
Pathetically, almost in a whisper he said,
“Nnnooo I’m okay......... T..Tell me, what do you want?”
This won’t work. I wanted him to be looking straight at me during our conversation.
Maintaining my gaze at him I slowly lifted up my right arm and flexed it, hard. Then I looked at my risen bicep and then at him, and said
“It wasn’t a request.”
That did the trick. Timidly, my shivering mess of a brother walked over to me slowly, as if something was pulling him towards the wall. It was so comical! He’s 8 years older and quite a bit taller than me yet he was approaching me as if I was predator, ready to pounce.
Finally, he stood in front of me. When he didn’t say anything, I began.
“You and I both know that something’s wrong. You’ve been behaving oddly for quite some time.”
Seeing no reaction from him, I decided to be a bit more provocative. I continued,
“To be frank, you’ve been behaving like a wuss. I tried my best to get you to fight back but you just did as you were told. I didn’t know my ‘big’ brother was such a wimp.”
He looked like he was about to cry. I felt pity for him, but I couldn’t show weakness at this stage.
“So here’s how things are gonna work from now on. You do as I tell you, when I tell you. Plain and simple. And since you’re too much of a sissy to deny me anyway, I don’t think you should have a problem with this arrangement. Unless, of course, you want to object?” I asked menacingly.
He remained silent.
“Thought so.”, I said smiling.
Now for the fun part.
“Now, since you will obviously avoid any kind of physical competition with me, I’ve decided to challenge you., and you have no say in the matter.” I was going to love this.
“We’ll begin with abs punching. First, I want you to punch me as hard as you can and as many times as you want, right in the stomach. And God help you if you hold back. Then, I’ll match you, by punching as many times in your stomach.”
With that, I bent back and flexed my abs hard, and said “Go!”
Now I knew that this was risky since he probably had stronger arms than me, but my abs were way better, and I was willing to take the chance that they’ll be able to take his onslaught.
With that, I bent back and flexed my abs.
“Go.”
He didn’t move, instead he stood there just staring at my abs. I was confused, so I asked him
“Or would you rather I go first?”
Before I could finish he attacked. He threw a right, what looked like a haymaker. I closed my eyes expecting pain, instead I barely felt a tap. I opened my eyes and saw him holding his fist in his other hand and rubbing it. He looked proud like he had won some kind of trophy! That made me furious. Why did he throw such a weak punch after I told him specifically to give it all he had? I decided to ignite him.
“Continue you pathetic wuss, didn’t I tell you to give it all you had?”
He punched me again. This time he didn’t stop, he kept going for what I counted was 35 punches. Each punch made me madder and madder at him, because I barely felt anything. When he stopped at 35, I saw him breathing hard. It looked like he was resting his arms. Already furious, this made me see red. Before I could stop myself, I threw a large haymaker with all the power I had, right into his flabby stomach. I felt him fold like paper around my fist. His entire body convulsed. I didn’t know what was happening. I pulled my arm back and he immediately fell to his knees, holding his stomach. It was weird because on his knees he was close to eye level with me. Then, he puked all over the floor. Had I caused that? There was no other explanation. At first I felt scared. Then, I remembered that he was too much of a wimp to stand up for himself, and this is what such wimps deserve.
Throwing all semblance of pity out of my mind, I said,
“Get up you miserable little wimp, I have 34 punches left.”
He looked at me and immediately started crying. Not knowing what to do, I shouted
“GET. UP.”
At this he folded his hands and started pleading.
“Please, please I can’t take any more. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt me more.”
He had a point. At this rate, he would die before I could reach 35 punches. However, he had to be punished for not doing as I said, I was still mad about that.
Instead of physical, I opted for verbal and psychological punishment.
So I said,
“Of course you’ll do anything I say. And right now, I say you need to be punished. Now get up.”
Slowly, trembling, he got up. He looked so weak, I felt like I could do anything to him.
I brought up my fist and before he could move feigned a punch again. His expression was priceless! I couldn’t control myself this time and I burst out laughing. This was so much fun! When I finally stopped I looked at him and said,
“You know what, this is too easy. How about you beg my muscles not to hurt you anymore, and they might take pity on you.”
With that I flexed my right bicep and nodded towards it.
He immediately started doing as I told him. He said, while addressing my muscle, “Please don’t hurt me anymore. I’m nothing in front of you, you’re amazing. Please take pity.”
I said “Don’t you wanna feel it and tell it how hard it is? You might make it mad otherwise!”
He started caressing my bicep and said
“oh you’re so hard as rock and strong. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
This made me feel so powerful, it was an amazing feeling. I felt like he would jump out of the window if I told him to. And this time, I hadn’t even trapped him in anyway! He was just too scared of me. I didn’t want it to end.
I said “how about you kiss it, until it tells you to stop”
He was reluctant so I flexed a little bit harder.
He started showering my bicep with kisses. I felt tingly all over my body.
Soon, it got boring, so I trapped his head in a headlock, flexed hard and then threw him to the ground.
“That was my bicep’s way of telling you to stop. I feel my abs getting mad. Don’t you think they deserve some love too?”
From his position on the ground he started kissing my abs, one at a time. I was still sweaty from my workout, so I had another idea.
“Lick the sweat off my abs” I commanded.
He needed no prompting. As soon as I said it, he got to work. Soon, he had wiped my abs clean.
It was time to end it. I said,
“My legs feel left out, they’re gonna have fun now.”
Before he could do anything, I grabbed his head by the hair and shoved it between my thighs. Then, I started flexing them, hard. Nothing could beat the feeling of crushing him between my legs. I didn’t hold back, and let him have it. That’ll teach him for not doing as I said.
It was so easy too. I could feel him struggling, but there was nothing he could do to escape. He kept feebly slapping my thighs, as if that was gonna hurt.
After about 15 seconds, he stopped struggling. I couldn’t believe I had knocked him out! I let him go, but I still had a bunch of adrenaline left. I couldn’t let it waste away. So I decided to try something. I grabbed his limp body by the neck with one hand and lifted him. However I was so short that my outstretched arm couldn’t get him off the ground. So, I dragged him towards the bed, and stood up on it. Now I had sufficient height. I tried again, and this time I did it! I couldn’t believe it. I lifted my older brother up with one hand without any help! I was delighted. I started slapping his face left and right and shouted “WAKE UP YOU WUSS”.
By the time he regained consciousness you could see red prints of my palms on both his cheeks. He looked so funny hanging there. It took him a few seconds to realise his position. He immediately began struggling. Not wanting him to succeed, I quickly threw him towards the wall. He crashed into it and fell on the ground. As I walked towards him, he curled up into a ball and started crying again. I said,
“Don’t worry i wont hurt you more. Today, at least. Now I want you to clean yourself up, and then clean the puke off the floor. I don’t want mom and dad finding out and worrying unnecessarily.
Then, I want you to turn off the lights and go to bed. You’re not allowed to leave your room for the rest of the night, even if you want to pee. You’re not allowed to text while in bed. I’m going to go watch TV.”
Before leaving the room, I turned around and said, (the way he cringed at seeing me turn around was delightful)
“Oh I almost forgot. Call Rebecca and tell her to cancel tomorrow’s visit. I have a day full of fun activities planned for the both of us and I don’t want any disturbance. Tomorrow, I’m going to make sure you try your hardest against me, because if you don’t, I’m gonna beat you up to an inch of your life.”
Then I smiled and said, “Sweet dreams, big brother.”, emphasising on “big”.
While I lay on the couch watch TV, I couldn’t believe how well that had gone!
I basically beat up my older brother all by myself. And all it really took was just one punch! I wonder what I could do to him if I really tried. Tomorrow’s going to be so much fun!
Brother
She was making a habit out of entering my room without knocking. I was going to have to talk to her about this kind of behaviour, maybe reach a compromise. I was about to say as much until I saw her and the words died in my mouth.
Seeing Lyza standing there, clearly back from another workout (how much did she workout), in extremely revealing clothing, I couldn’t help but feel inferior. Starting from below, her rock hard diamond shaped calves jutted out of her body. Moving upwards, even from a distance, it was almost unbelievable how thick and defined her thighs were. I had no doubt that nothing could survive in there. Of course the memory of her threatening me with them was still fresh in my mind. Moving up, were those abs. 8 slabs of our brick that I had tried and tried to dent but couldn’t. They looked so majestic, moving in and out with her heavy breathing, and glistening with sweat. Her arms, even hanging by her side, oozed power. I remembered sitting next to her while she compared her Insta**** picture with her actual arm. Finally, I reached her cute 9 year old face, unbelievably unchanged on that body. But...wait a minute, there was something strange. Was she mad at me? She looked like she was angry. Why though? I did exactly as she asked, didn’t I? Even the thought of her being angry, while seeing her standing there looking like she could kill me if she wanted to, and seemed ready to, scared me to my core. I don’t think I’d ever been that scared in my entire life. I mentally reassured myself that she couldn’t be mad, I did nothing to oppose her!
“We need to talk.” she said, almost shouted, angrily.
Instinctively, almost involuntarily, that statement made me jump out of my bed and back into the wall. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t because she was standing at the door. I was afraid to go close to her. There was now no doubt in my mind now that she was annoyed with me. That, combined with the sight of her body, was enough to scare me shitless. I was almost certain that I wasn’t going to survive. I started shaking uncontrollably. All the while she maintained her steely gaze on me, almost salivating at the expense of my fear. Finally she spoke up,
“Get over here.”
Right, like that was going to happen! I couldn’t think of a single thing in the world that would make me go even a step closer to my monster of a sister. I voiced my objection, but in my current state it came out as more of a blabbering whisper.
In response she maintained her ice cold stare. I felt like she was trying to penetrate my soul with those eyes. Then slowly, almost teasingly, she flexed her baseball sized rock of a bicep. I gotta admit I got almost hysterical with fear. If her arm was scary when hanging by her side, now it looked enough to break every bone in my body. Then, maintaining her flex, she said the words that might have been a turning point in our relationship.
“It wasn’t a request.”
There, she admitted that she was ordering me around. Now was my chance to say something, anything, to stop her. However, that muscle was still prominently in view. And the harsh truth was, there was no way for me to escape. If she decided to come to me, There would be nowhere left to go for me. Plus, I ran the risk of making her madder than she already was. I decided that the safest thing to do in this scenario would be to just do as she says and she might just leave me alone once she’s done talking. Gradually, taking small steps, I made my way to her. Standing there, her muscular frame created an aura of strength and power and it was honestly hard for me to get closer to her. When I was finally in front of her, I just stood there waiting for her to say something.
She said that something’s been wrong and we both know it.
I just stood there blankly. Honestly, standing in front of her, with full view of her insane body, I felt inadequate. I just couldn’t stop staring at her and, at the same, I was terrified of offending her.
She continued,
“To be frank, you’ve been behaving like a wuss. I tried my best to get you to fight back but you just did as you were told. I didn’t know my ‘big’ brother was such a wimp.”
She said ‘big’ like it was ironic. Moreover she called me wuss and a wimp! A few weeks ago she wouldn’t have dared to speak to me in that kind of language, let alone call me something like it. I felt so ashamed of myself. She was 8 years younger than me for crying out loud! How could she? I wanted to say something to her, make her behave herself, but the sight in front of my eyes had rendered me incapable of speech. Right now, surviving the night was my top priority.
As if sensing my inability to respond, she continued,
“So here’s how things are gonna work from now on. You do as I tell you, when I tell you. Plain and simple. And since you’re too much of a sissy to deny me anyway, I don’t think you should have a problem with this arrangement. Unless, you want to object?”
There it was, she was basically challenging me to stand up to her. She literally was saying that she was going to take over my life and asking me if I was okay with it. Plus she added “sissy” to the mix. Of course I wasn’t okay with my sister controlling me. The problem was, standing in front of me wasn’t a little sister, it was a pumped up musclebound tank that could destroy me without breaking a sweat. I did what anyone in my position would’ve done, I remained silent.
“Though so.”, she said.
Suddenly she seemed to come out of her angry state. She looked elated almost, and mischievous. Problem was, this look scared me almost as much as her angry stare.
Then, she said,
“Now, since you will obviously avoid any kind of physical competition with me, I’ve decided to challenge you., and you have no say in the matter.”
I wondered what she wanted me to do. It was clear to me that any physical confrontation against Lyza was obviously not gonna go my way. However, as she made abundantly clear, I had no say in the matter. She continued speaking,
“We’ll begin with abs punching. First, I want you to punch me as hard as you can and as many times as you want, right in the stomach. And God help you if you hold back. Then, I’ll match you, by punching as many times in your stomach.”
She couldn’t be serious. Was this some sort of a joke to her? Or did she not know her own strength? I remembered how long she could hold herself on that bar without tiring. Her arms had insane strength, just like the rest of her body. Is this how she planned on finishing me? But then why would she give me the chance to hit her first? Of course in the past I hadn’t had any luck against her abs. This time though, I’d have all the leverage I need. This could be my opportunity for a revenge! Maybe with a well placed punch I can make her understand that I was still the older brother and that this charade was going to end. To be honest I was angry at her. Who does she think she is to boss me around? Just because she got a few muscles doesn’t mean she holds power over me? Plus she was giving me the opportunity on a plate!
Just then, she arched her back and flexed her abs.
I gotta be honest, I gulped, hard. If her abs looked like rock before now they looked like a sculpted stonework, like one of those Greek statues. I couldn’t stop staring at them, they were mesmerising. It shouldn’t be allowed for little kids to have such abs! Her show just made me angrier. What was the point of this? her unflexed abs were hard enough. Was she doing this to tease me? Was this another one of her ways to push my buttons? When did she learn to do that so effectively?
Maybe I took too much time gawking at her abs, because she asked
“would you rather I do it first?”
That did it. I had firsthand experience of her arm strength and had no intention of getting punched by her. My only option was to punch her hard and make her see reason. At that moment I forgot she was my little sister and just thought of her as a formidable opponent. Half out of anger for her treating me the way she had been, half out of fear and desperation of not letting her hit me, I twisted my body and punched her as hard as I could, right into the gut.
My arm stopped dead on striking her abs. It was literally like hitting a brick wall! Then I felt the pain. It was nothing like anything I had ever felt. It was as if the bones in my hand were subjected to hot lava. I started rubbing my injured hand with the other one. Then I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed. Yes! I finally felt some semblance of satisfaction. If my punch was able to hurt her then the pain in my hand was well worth it.
Then, she opened her eyes. That was weird. She didn’t look like she was in pain. Instead, she looked like she was annoyed, angry almost. As I was trying to make sense of it, she said,
“Continue you pathetic wuss, didn’t I tell you to give it all you had?”
What the hell did she mean? I did give it all I had. That was the hardest I have ever punched anyone. Also what’s with her calling me “wuss”? That was it. I let loose. I didn’t care if she was my sister, she needed to be taught a lesson. Ignoring the pain in my hand, I continued hitting her with all the power I could muster. Soon,(after 35 punches as I later found out), the pain in my hand got unbearable and I had to stop. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t been able to make a dent in her abs, let alone budge her. I was rubbing my arms until I saw her face. It was terrifying. She was the angriest I had ever seen her. Her look filled me with dread about what was to come. Seriously, she looked poised to kill me and had tools to do so. I barely had the time to tense my stomach before, lightning fast, she twisted her body and threw a punch into my gut.
Her fist tore through whatever defences my stomach was able to muster like clay. I couldn’t believe a human being was capable of punching this hard! I actually felt my legs leave the ground for a moment as my entire body folded around her fist. There was a pause before the pain hit. It felt like she had injected hot oil into my abdomen. I could tell that her fist was the only thing holding me in place.
As soon as she retracted it I fell to my knees. Immediately, I started feeling queasy and before you know it I vomited out the night’s pizza all over my bedroom’s floor. I couldn’t believe this was the effect of one of her punches. I was seriously worried that I wouldn’t be able to survive another one of those. I could already feel a bruise forming from the first one. That’s when she spoke,
“Get up you miserable little wimp, I have 34 punches left.”
34? She must be kidding. On my knees, I was at eye level with her. I looked straight into her beautiful eyes for any sign of humour or pity. Instead, I saw cold, harsh spitefulness.
Seeing that look, I broke down. It was too much for me to handle. Why was she doing this to me? I had never been a specially bad brother to her. Couldn’t she see how much pain I was in? When did she become so mean? She could see that I was miserable, she said so herself. Couldn’t she just let me be?
“GET. UP.” She shouted. How could such a sweet voice fill me with so much apprehension? I literally got chills throughout my body. I couldn’t risk making her angrier. One angry punch from her and I was basically out of commission. My only option was to beg her for mercy. I folded my hands and told her I’d do anything she wants me to do, just as long as she stopped hurting me. It was so demeaning. I had basically just given up any shred of self respect I had left by pleading to my younger sister to stop beating me up. At this she said, that I deserved to be punished and asked me to get up again.
Why did I deserve to be punished? Didn’t I do exactly as she asked? What was she talking about? I wanted to ask her this but I was afraid of making her madder. The thought of another punch caused me to tremble. I decided that the only option I had left was to do as she said and she might just take pity on me.
It took all my strength to get up. My core felt like it was on fire. Before I could ask her to see reason, she twisted her body and lashed out that deadly fist again. I closed my eyes and expected the pain. It never came. When I opened my eyes I saw her outstretched arm, with her fist stopped just before it hit my stomach. I couldn’t believe she could move it so fast and stop it at will. Her fists were like weapons with unlimited Ammo. A wave of relief washed over me. Then I looked at her face. She looked like she was hysterical with glee! I realised how ridiculously frightened I must’ve looked to her. She held her stomach and started laughing. Even laughing her muscles looked threatening, as they twitched and hardened with every movement. I felt so humiliated. I just wanted it to end.
After about 2 minutes she stopped laughing. Then she said,
“You know what, this is too easy. How about you beg my muscles not to hurt you anymore, and they might take pity on you.”
Then, she flexed her right bicep in front of my face and signalled towards it.
It was a weird request, but at this point I would’ve done literally anything she told me to. Plus, flexed in all its glory, her bicep did deserve to be praised. I obliged and addressed the bicep.
Then she asked me to feel it and tell it how hard it is.
I did this without second thought. However, this was the first time I had really caressed her muscles, and I was surprised by their hardness. There was a clear split between her biceps and triceps and you could actually see a vein running through it. It was mesmerising, it looked like it could fit two of my arms.
Suddenly, she asked me to kiss it.
Now this was appalling as she was my little sister and it would be gross. Suddenly I felt her bicep harden right under my hands. I didn’t know it could get any harder! Fearing the worst, I got to work. Kissing her bicep was weird, and she was still sweaty from her workout. However, somehow, she still smelled incredible and strong. The pungent smell was making it a little hard to breathe, but I managed to continue kissing her bicep for about a minute. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she grabbed me in a headlock. I could feel my neck getting crushed by her bicep and I couldn’t breathe. Then, she roughly shoved me to the ground.
She said that that was her biceps’s way of stopping me. I wondered if my misery was some sort of game for her.
In my position, I was eye level with her abs. Even as she breathed in and out I was completely engrossed by their movement. She asked me lick them. Not stopping to think about it, I got to work. Her sweat tasted sour and salty. I almost gagged, but feared that that would just make her mad. I really showed dedication while licking her abs, cleaning all the mountains and ridges thoroughly with my tongue, thinking that she might be pleased. Instead, she grabbed my hair and said that her legs wanted to have fun. Before I could say or do anything she shoved my head between her thighs in a reverse headscissors. She instantly started squeezing at maximum pressure. It felt like my skull was being flattened under a hydraulic press. The air supply to my brain got cut and I feared I was going to die. I slapped her thighs as hard as I could but they felt like thick steel cables, which wasn’t far from the truth. If anything, my palm stung from the effort. I tried pulling them apart but obviously my arms were no match for her mammoth legs. I swear I felt her thighs closing in before I passed out.
When I woke up my head throbbed with pain in the after match of my head scissors. My first thought was that I was in heaven and that’s why I was flying. Then suddenly a slap got me in the real world. I quickly became aware of my situation. Lyza was standing on my bed and holding me above the ground by the neck, with just one hand! How strong was she? With the other hand she was continuously slapping me on both cheeks, which were both stinging. There was also a ringing in my ears as a result of those slaps. I tried to move and remove her hand from my throat. Seeing this, she threw my entire body, like a sack of patatoes! My back hit the wall and I feared something was broken. Then I fell to the floor. She stepped down from the bed and started coming towards me. I couldn’t take it. I started crying again. If she wanted me dead, why couldn’t she be done with it? It’d be better than whatever she was doing to me. Hadn’t I had enough? My entire body had taken damage in one way or the other. What else could she possibly do? Standing over me, she said
“Don’t worry i won’t hurt you more. Today, at least. Now I want you to clean yourself up, and then clean the puke off the floor. I don’t want mom and dad finding out and worrying unnecessarily.
Then, I want you to turn off the lights and go to bed. You’re not allowed to leave your room for the rest of the night, even if you want to pee. You’re not allowed to text while in bed. I’m going to go watch TV.”
My first thought was relief. Finally it was over, at least for today. The second was embarrassment at the brash nature with which she was ordering me. I can’t believe my little sister was sending me to bed. Ironically, the room which was supposed to be my solace, the room which I had vowed just hours before not to leave, had now been turned into my prison by Lyza.
Before she left the room she turned around. This movement made me cringe. She must’ve noticed my reaction because it made her smile.
Then she said,
“Oh I almost forgot. Call Rebecca and tell her to cancel tomorrow’s visit. I have a day full of fun activities planned for the both of us and I don’t want any disturbance. Tomorrow, I’m going to make sure you try your hardest against me, because if you don’t, I’m gonna beat you up to within an inch of your life.”
This filled me with dread. Not her order about Rebecca, that had already been on my to do list. I couldn’t let her see me with Lyza and I couldn’t ask Lyza to leave the house. No what scared me was her threat. What was she talking about when she said “fun activities”? What else does she have in store for me? And I did try my hardest against her! What more does she want from me? The one thing I didn’t doubt was her threat about beating the life out of me, she was more than capable of doing that. How was I to continue living like this? I still have two years of high school left. I will leave the house first thing in the morning tomorrow, and think about a more permanent plan during the day.
Then, she said “Sweet dreams, Big brother”. I hate how she says Big.
I waited until I couldn’t hear Lyza’s footsteps, before starting the gruelling process of getting up. Everything hurt. My body felt like it had been put through an industrial mixer. I was sure a couple of my ribs were broken from my crash into the wall. With a lot of effort, I was able to stand up. My stomach still hurt a lot from her punch.
I went to the mirror to take account of myself. My eyes were puffy from all the crying and there were red handprints on both my cheeks. Those hands were so small, how were they able to dish out so much damage?
Although my head still throbbed from her crushing me, there appeared to be no lasting damage to my skull. It was a wonder that she hadn’t drawn any blood.
There were finger marks on my neck where she had held me before giving me the choke slam.
I lifted up my T-shirt. There was a huge black-blue bruise where she had hit me with clear indentations of her fist at the point of impact. I was sure my gut couldn’t survive another one of those killer punches.
Suddenly I remembered her orders. I think it was the fight or flight response of my body that made me ignore all the injury and focus on the task at hand. Fearing that she might come and check, I quickly washed up. Then, I took care of Rebecca by making up some bullshit excuse about being sick. Thankfully she understood. Then I got a mop and removed all the vomit stains from my floor. Soon there was no more visible proof of the massacre that had taken place in that room. Being done with it, I immediately turned off the lights and got on my bed. However, as expected, I couldn’t sleep. Partly because the day’s events kept looming in my mind and partly, because I really had to pee but Lyza had forbidden me from doing so. I soon heard my parents return. I heard Lyza come up the stairs and go into her room. I really had to pee but I didn’t dare move. I couldn’t stop thinking about the sight of her biceps and abs up close. I couldn’t get the image of her face out of my mind when she had held me, with one hand, hanging midair. I couldn’t get that venomous smile out of mind. At 3 am, by sheer exhaustion I fell asleep. Needless to say it wasn’t a pleasant sleep. Instead, it was full of nightmares. I don’t have to tell you the topic of my nightmares. I can, however tell you, that that night, after God knows how many years, I wet my bed.
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It seems like you've increased the pace, but I'm absolutely loving this continuation! Really great work! :rock:
Hope you don't stop!
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It seems like you've increased the pace, but I'm absolutely loving this continuation! Really great work! :rock:
Hope you don't stop!
Oh, after another chapter of deliberate teasing, I thought that it was high time for Lyza to confront one on one Tom. Don’t worry, there’s still a lot of story to tell, as long as people want it. However, if you liked it, K+ will be really appreciated!
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great continuation. really enjoyed.
i think its time for lyza finaly see her brother shirtless and in shorts... do some muscle comparison maybe. love how she still didn't realize that he punched as hard as he could.
do you pretend to use that rebecca girl?
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Final, a moment of terms, now comes escalation. Let's see how things fold out. Keep it up.
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Wow! This has to be one of the best stories on saradas.org. Fabulous job of sharing their emotional experiences as well as great descriptions of sister’s increasing strength and muscularity. Can an eight year old girl really be so strong? Absolutely yes, just look at pics and videos of girl athletes. Could she really dominate and beat up her older brother? Of course she could. Hell, I think this girl could beat a full-grown man, especially a skinny one. So BRAVO!!! I can’t wait to see the next chapter!!!
K+++++
:bravo: :bravo:
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Honestly, I hope that Lyza will cool down her aggression and violence. Her brother really didn't deserved it and I hope for much better and friendlier relationships between them.
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Hope that they find a way that her brother will support her to get bigger as he knows that this is the only way to survive. Perhaps Rebecca also becomes bigger so he is not only the skinny brother but als the skinny boyfriend.
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Hey guys, I need your help. I understand that as a reader the POV format is interesting. As a writer too, writing from the brother’s POV provides more opportunity for muscle descriptions and delving into the victim’s feelings. However, as a writer, creatively it gets a little exhausting recounting the same stuff again, especially in long form stories, that too when I know exactly how to move this story forward. It just feels a little creatively limiting. At the end of the day I’m doing this for you guys so you have the right to choose how this works going forward. Here are the three options:
1) move forward with the sister’s POV
2) move forward randomly Switching between brother’s and sister‘s POV as I see fit in accordance with the story.
3) Recount this in the brother’s POV before moving forward. (Let things stay as they are.)
I want you all to know that I have a bunch of ideas for all these options and am not biased towards any one of them. Please be candid with your opinions. I’ll start writing the next chapter once I have a genuine idea of what you guys want.
P.S. just as a PSA, if someone still doesn’t know who the Lyza character is based on, check out Lyzabrooks on Insta****. Let me know if you followed!
Without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter 13
Sister
*Beep Beep............Beep Beep*
The alarm rang at 5:30 am, right on schedule. Not that I needed it, in my excitement, I had already woken up 5 minutes earlier and was waiting for it to ring.
The previous night, after leaving my brother’s room, I went downstairs and turned on the TV. To be honest, I couldn’t concentrate on whatever was on, because I was so caught up in the excitement about what had transpired, just moments earlier. I had just utterly dominated my brother, and forced him to do things I wouldn’t even have thought of before today. I absolutely loved the feeling of having him praise my muscles, and accept their superiority. This was the first time he had totally given in and and admitted his weakness against me. And him licking my abs? I don’t even know where that request came from. It was as if some primal urge had taken over me when I asked him to do that. However, I gotta admit I felt so powerful in that moment that I’d do anything to get that feeling again. Moreover, my strategy of intimidating him into obeying me had worked so well! Yes, I know he hadn’t obeyed me when I asked him to punch me as hard as he could, but he had more than received punishment for it. I’m sure he’ll think 10 times before refusing a direct order again.
I can’t believe it had been so easy! All of it, from staring him down to making him kiss and feel my muscles had been an absolute piece of cake. The only part that had required any work from my side was dragging his limp body to his bed and then lifting him with one arm. The expression he had on his face when he woke up more than justified that work.
These thoughts had been going through my mind when I noticed the time. It was already 11:30. I had to be well rested for the next day’s events. It was Saturday the next day, which meant no school. I had so many plans for my dear old sweet brother, I couldn’t have lack of sleep interfering with them.
With that, I turned off the tv and went upstairs. On the way I stopped at my brother’s door. I was a little worried. If mom found his barf on the floor the next morning, it would ruin everything. I stretched out my hand to open the door to check, but then stopped again. A part of me knew that the floor had been cleaned already. There was no way my brother was going to risk it after the night’s events. With that, I made my way to my room, turned off the lights and settled in.
*present day*
As I was going over the night’s events in my mind, I looked over at the alarm clock. Heck! It was already 5:35 am. I had to move fast. The first part of my plan had to be done before our parents woke up.
I quickly got out of bed, and made my way to the washroom. As quickly as I could, I freshened up, brushed my teeth and took a bath. Ever since I had started going to the gym, taking a shower had become one of my favourite parts of the day. That was the time when I could really take the time to feel the changed my body had gone through. Unfortunately, today I didn’t have the time to explore. I quickly got out, went to my room, and put on my workout clothes. As I made my way to my brother’s room, I checked the time. Yesss! 6 am, right on time.
Without knocking, obviously, I opened the door and let myself in. As expected, my lazy lump of an older brother was fast asleep. I was going to go to his side and wake him up but then I smelled something. With one hand, I pulled away his sheets and saw it. A large wet stain on below his crotch. Ewww......gross. Never in my memory had Tom wet the bed. Had I caused that? I mean, he was terrified of me, and I had told him that he wasn’t allowed to leave his room to pee. I guess this one was one me. Either way, there was no way I was going to get any closer to that. But then, how do I wake him up? Judging by the state of sleep he was in, no amount of noise would’ve woken him up. I had to think of something, I was on the clock!
Suddenly I had an idea. Without thinking, I went over to the other side of his bed and put both my hands under it. Without knowing what to expect, I heaved, and shouted. It was heavier than I thought and took a considerable amount of strength, but I was able to lift it! Obviously, this meant the other side was tipped over and my darling brother went crashing down to the ground, now awake.
Still holding the bed, I shouted,
“Rise and Shine, Tommy!”
I knew he hated that name, it just added a little flavour to his humiliation.
I put the bed down and walked over to his side to see him still lying down.
“Leave me alone”, he said. “I need to sleep.”
I really didn’t have time for his tantrums. He had to move faster than that.
Without waiting for him to make a move I bent down, grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him up to a standing position. Maintaining my grip on his T-shirt, to make sure he didn’t fall down again, I slapped him with the other hand. That was enough to make him return to the world of the living. The first thing he noticed was me holding him up, and his hand immediately went to my fist. Fearing that he was going to be able to overpower me into letting go, I banged him against the wall and let him go.
Then I saw him notice his wet pants. Feigning ignorance, I said in my best little baby voice,
“Aww, it looks like Tommy had a little accident!”
and started giggling.
Just then, I remembered my original reason for being there, calmed down and said,
“Well, I guess you’re gonna have to take care of it later.”
I paused after saying it. He stood there staring blankly at me. Then I remembered that he had no idea of my motive. So, I continued,
“I’ve always thought it’d be cool if I had someone to hold my water and towel for me while I worked out. Then I thought, hey! I have a sweet big brother who’d never miss an opportunity to help his gentle little sister out.”
Changing my expressionfrom a cute smile to stern, I continued,
“You’re gonna help me out with my morning routine.”
I paused to look at my watch.
“It’s currently 6:07 am. You have until 6:20 to go to the washroom, freshen up, get my workout towel, grab a water bottle and meet me outside the front door. A second late and I will personally come and drag you out. And I don’t need to tell you, you don’t want that. Now SCRAM!” I ended with a shout, startling him.
I’d never seen my brother move as fast as he ran out the door of his room.
Pleased with myself, I made my way down the stairs and out of the house. Of course what I told him was only partially true. Yes, it’d be cool to have someone give me water or a towel when I need it, but that wasn’t the biggest reason I wanted my brother there with me. You see, I wanted him to watch me workout. I knew that once I started, he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of me. My body took care of that. This gave me ample opportunity to show off my strength and prove to him that my muscles weren’t just for show. Maybe that’ll motivate him to show his true strength and try his hardest once we got to the next part of my plan. That, was what this morning was about: Show off. My brother needed to know that I was more than capable of handling myself.
I was going over all of this in my mind when saw the doorknob turn. I looked at my watch: 6:18. I was pleased to see that my brother hadn’t forgotten last night’s lesson: disobeying me would not go well for him. He came out, water bottle in one hand and towel in the other, and stood there looking at me, waiting for instructions. I decided to let him know how I felt.
“Before time! Good boy. Continue this behaviour and we won’t have any problems.”
I did actually have one problem. He was wearing those baggy clothes again. It was the middle of summer! I made a mental note to take care of that later.
For now, I began,
“I’m gonna warm up by running 10 laps around the block. Try to keep up as I might need water in between.”
With that I started running with him by my side. Of course he wasn’t going to be able to keep up, I’d proved time and time again that my legs were vastly superior to his. But that wasn’t my plan anyway.
Right off the bat I increased the pace of my running to a point where I knew, from past experience, that he wouldn’t be able to keep up. It was a little faster than I usually jogged, but hey today was all about show off! It worked, I could feel the distance between us increasing. Gradually I got a good 20 steps ahead. Turning my head around, I shouted,
“Hey, slow poke! I thought I told you to keep up!”
God I loved to mess with his head. I saw him increase his speed. I knew that was basically his version of sprinting, and he’d be out of breath soon.
Meanwhile, I reached the first turn. I continued jogging until I was sure that there was no way he could see me. Then, I started sprinting. Now, usually I would’ve avoided sprinting as it’s an intensive workout and I didn’t want to be tired so early in the process. However, this was my regular jogging path and I knew sprinting one lap was piece of cake. Running as fast as I could, I quickly got past the second, third and fourth turns. I knew I could pull it off in under a minute! Soon, I got to the first turn again. Making the turn, I could see my brother in front of me. To his credit, he was still going. I had half expected him to give up by this point. However, he was running slower than what I would call a brisk walk, and looked like he would collapse at any second. Lowering my pace to a fast jog, I quickly caught up to my brother, and came up to his side. His eyes widened and I could tell he was surprised to see me. However it annoyed me when he didn’t say something. Apparently he still had that little smidgen of ego. I’ll see to that. For now, I decided to ignore it. Instead, I proclaimed, theatrically,
“Stop.”
He immediately stopped, although he was breathing hard. It was funny because I had completed more than an entire lap, sprinting, and I was barely out of breath.
Continuing with my dramatic tone, I said
“I should have known you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me. You don’t have these after all.”
I slapped my thigh as I said that. He flinched at the sound. I smiled. I loved how he got whenever he was forced to look at my legs. Trying my best to look disappointed, I said,
“Well, I guess I have no choice.”
With that I got in front of him and bowed down.
“Get on.”
In this position he couldn’t see my face, which was exploding with glee. I should’ve gotten an oscar for that performance.
I waited for him to grab hold of me, but nothing happened. Annoyed, I turned around and said,
“What’s the delay? Don’t you know how a piggyback ride works? Grab hold and don’t make me ask you again.”
Like always, it worked. He grabbed hold of my neck. With that, I stood up. Automatically, out of fear of falling I guess, his legs encircled my torso, with the towel and water bottle secured in his two pockets.
Without warning, I took off. Now I needed to complete 10 laps so I started jogging at my regular pace. I felt so powerful piggybacking my brother throughout the neighbourhood. I could feel him trembling on my back. I guess he was afraid I was going to drop him, even though I had proved, time and time again, that I was more than capable of handling his weight. When was he going to learn? I could see that, out of fear, he had wound his shaking legs around my stomach as tightly as he could. I say “see” and not “feel” because, with the combined power of my lats and abs, I barely felt anything. Well, that eliminated the possibility of a bodyscissor. I was quickly becoming sure that, at least in the legs department, I was invincible against him.
Keen on showing off, I actually tore through the 10 laps in a record time of 14 minutes. The workout turned out better than I had expected. With his added weight, the running didn’t just act as a warm up for the whole body, but actually gave a little bit of an extra pump to my legs, which felt great. After reaching the front of our house, I stopped. I could still feel him hanging on for dear life. Without a word I unwound his legs from my torso with my hands, and said,
“Time to get off!”
With that, he got off. Although he didn’t say anything, I could tell that he was shocked at the ease with which I had undone his “tightly” wounded legs, as if it was nothing. I decided to act nonchalant, but the fact was it actually had felt like exactly that, “nothing”.
I turned around, held out my hand, and
demanded,
“Towel.”
Quickly, almost as if his life depended out on it, he scrambled to get the towel out of his pocket and hand it over to me. I loved the effect my presence had on him, how he got fidgety at my most basal demands.
I quickly wiped off all the sweat I had accumulated. I started from my face, moved towards my chest and abs, and finally cleaned my legs one at a time.
With that, I threw the now sweaty towel at Tom. It landed on his face. Incredibly, he didn’t seem to mind, and quickly took it off his face and stood there holding it in his hand. Holding out my hand, I asked for water. Before I could finish my word my brother had taken out the bottle and placed it in my hand. I could get used to this kind of service. Holding the cheap plastic bottle above my head, I drank to my heart’s content. Once I was sure I full, I got an idea. I had seen some athletes do this on TV and thought it looked cool. With my hand, I crushed the bottle in the middle, thus spraying the remainder of the water on my face. Simultaneously, I shook my head from left to right. I didn’t know how it looked but it must’ve looked good judging from how my brother’s mouth was wide open. I’ll have to keep this in mind. Without a moment’s notice, I threw the bottle right at my brother’s face. It hit him square on his eyes and fell down to the ground. Ignoring the fact that he was holding his face in his hand, I dismissively stated
“Pick that up, it needs a refill.”
As he bent down, I checked the time on my watch: 6:42. Ahead of schedule. Awesome! Now, looking directly at him, I said
“You have two minutes. Meet me in my room with a fresh towel and a full bottle. Now leave.”
Weirdly, he didn’t. Instead he stood there shifting on his legs nervously. Had he not heard me?
“What” I barked, impatiently.
“Uhhh Lyza actually ummm”
“Yeah?” He was getting on my nerves.
“Umm I actually......don’t know where to......ummm find a new towel.”
Of course. The loser had never actually worked out enough to need a towel. Feeling playful, I took a step towards him Looking horrified, he jumped back a few paces. Not wanting to waste more time, I said,
“In the laundry basket. You can keep them in your room from now on, you’ll be carrying them after all.”
With that I started walking towards the door. Weirdly, my idiot of a brother still hadn’t moved! Growing terribly impatient, I turned around, and asked,
“Now what.”
“Oh umm I actually uhh”
I lost it. I went closer to him, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to eye level. Looking straight in his eyes, I said,
“Cut that out. You actually what? And I swear to God if I don’t get an answer straightaway I will forget that you’re my brother. ”
“I have to pee”
I lost it again. This time though, it wasn’t temper but it was laughter. I started laughing uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe that my older brother was scared to ask me to go to the bathroom! It was so funny!
Calming myself down I said,
“Didn’t you already do it in bed? How much peeing do you have to do? You were given two minutes. You’ve wasted one with your stupid question. Leave this second and use this minute wisely. It won’t be cool for you if you’re late.”
With that, his legs suddenly found unimaginable strength. He ran past me into the house. I quickly went up to my room and started counting down the second. He couldn’t get here sooner.
In its warmed up state, my body was ready for some real exercise.
At literally the 58th second, my brother came into my room, huffing and puffing like a maniac. I gotta admit, I was a little disappointed. I was kinda hoping for him to be late, it’s more fun that way. If he continued to be such a good assistant, it’ll be hard for me to find reasons to punish him. Oh well, I thought, I’m sure there’ll be more chances.
Usually, at this point, I would train one body part extensively. However, today was special. Today demanded a full body workout.
I decided to begin with the bar. As such, I went to the bar and stood under it, with my brother watching. Quickly, he put the water and towel down, came running behind me, bent down and gave me a boost. I hadn’t even asked him to do that yet! God I hate how considerate and efficient he was becoming. It was taking the fun out of ordering him around. To think that it was hard to get this same guy off his gaming chair until like a week ago, was unbelievable. At this rate, I’ll have to praise him again! I hated the thought of that. Once I was securely hanging from the bar, he dutifully went back to where he was, picked up his items and stood watching.
Annoyed by his sudden wave of competence, I decided to focus on the workout. I began with 30 pulls ups and 30 chin ups. Occasionally, I kept checking if my brother was watching. As expected, his eyes were glued to my form. Well better that then the computer screen.
After the chin ups I quickly transitioned into neck raises. I did 30 of them as well. I held the last one a little longer and turned to give my brother a knowing look. The last time he saw me do this hadn’t gone so well for him. His eyes met my eyes for a second before his head bowed down automatically. This thrilled me and annoyed me at the same time. The thrill came from the fact that I had this effect on him, and the annoyance came from his unconditional submissiveness. If he bowed his head every time I looked at him, how was I supposed to stare him down? Anyway, I needed his help for the next part of the workout.
“Keep an eye on the clock. Let me know when a minute has passed.” I announced.
With that I did a lock off with my right hand. Since the clock was behind me, and the watch was on the hand that was holding me up, I couldn’t keep track of time.
“It’s done.” He said.
Immediately I brought my left arm up and looked at the time on my watch on the right hand. Crap! He had been exactly right! Why was he so accurate? I had literally never seen him be so dedicated, except perhaps to those stupid games of his. Then I did a minute long lock off with my left arm, this time keeping an eye on the watch myself.
Now for the show off part. I knew this was risky, I had never done anything like it and it seemed hard. However, I feel like I needed to teach him a lesson, even though he hadn’t done literally anything wrong. I can’t explain the feeling but I was irritated with him. This’ll teach him.
Continuing my excellent acting performance, I exclaimed,
“This is too easy! I need a challenge.”
With that, I turned my head towards him, looked him up and down, and said,
“I know, Get over here and stand behind me.”
Obedient as ever, my brother rushed to follow my instructions.
With him in position, I took a deep breath, and said,
“Now, jump and grab on to my torso.”
A moment later, I felt his entire weight on my back. Immediately, I began to struggle under the added weight. This was probably the most weight my arms had ever handled. Making sure that my voice was steady enough so has to not betray my struggle, I said,
“Now hold on tight and don’t let go, no matter what. I don’t want you screwing this up for me.”
With that, I took a deep breath again, made an mental note not to grunt during the process, and slowly, started pulling our bodies up.
This was much harder than what I had previously thought! Even harder than lugging that treacherous log around. I was glad that he couldn’t see my face, as I was sure my expression would betray weakness. I had to prove to my brother that my arms were capable of competing with his. By the time I ended my first pull up, I could feel my arms tiring. This wouldn’t work. I took a moment’s break to recuperate. That’s when I felt it. His entire body was shivering on my back! Feeling the effect I was having on Tom gave me just the adrenaline boost I needed to go through with it. Slowly, deliberately, I pumped out 4 more of those pull ups. I wanted to max out but I stopped myself. I couldn’t let myself get carried away with one exercise when there was so much more to come. Still hanging, I told him
“Get off.”
Immediately I felt the weight get back to normal. However, my arms were tired and needed rest. Not wanting to him to see my face, or show weakness, I quickly did a double spin on the bar, flew off, did a backflip midair, and landed gracefully on the floor. This was pretty standard move in gymnastics, but it was enough to impress my brother. With my back to him, he couldn’t see my face, which was breathing heavily because of my recent feat. I was proud of myself. I looked at my arms, they were the most pumped I had ever seen them. I had to know. Almost subconsciously, I flexed my arm. It rose to a softball shape. It was at least half a inch bigger than I had ever seen it. I felt pleased with myself.
Suddenly, a very audible gulp got me out of my trance. Unknowingly, I had put on a show, good enough to scare my big brother! I grinned.
As it stood, my arms were gonna need a few minutes to recuperate. I decided to use this time to play with my brother.
Still looking away from him, I said,
“You know, you should really think about my suggestion of eating more, if you are to be of any use to me during these workouts.”
I waited for a response. When none came, I went for the second attack.
Still facing away from him I said,
“Until then I will have to think of something else. You know, people at the gym told me that a punching bag was great for an arm workout. It’s a pity we don’t have one at home.”
I paused. Then, I said,
“Unless......”
And turned around with my most menacing smile and looked him directly in the eyes.
“A human punching bag could be a great replacement. What do you say?”
His reaction was better than anything I could’ve hoped for! I watched the colour literally drain from his face as his eyes widened and he started shivering. As I continued to glare at him, he fell down on his butt! This was completely on his own accord! I couldn’t believe I had made my brother so scared of me in such a short amount of time that he couldn’t support his own weight! I started laughing hysterically. Once I calmed down a bit, I said,
“Oh you sorry wimp! I was just kidding! Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you unless I have to.”
I saw relief wash over him, which led to even more fits of hysterical laughter on my side. My arms were still recovering, so I decided to use this time to take care of a problem that had been bugging me for so long. Looking down at him, (I loved it when he was in a position that caused me to look down at him.), I said,
“Hey you know what’s unfair? I am standing here, almost naked, with basically all my body visible for you to see. You on the other hand, are wearing those baggy trousers and full sleeved T-shirt. This makes me feel inadequate.”
I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to make a move. Instead he just kept looking back at me blankly. Annoyed by his sheer inability to take a hint, I decided to go for a more direct approach.
“Stand up at take off your clothes.”
He immediately stood up, but kept standing there. Yes! Disobedience, finally!
Feeling vindicated, I glared at him, smiled, and said,
“You know I could take it off of you myself if I want”
That, as always, made him see reason. Hurriedly, he shuffled to take off his pants and T-shirt. He had nothing else on underneath, except for a lousy white underwear .
I almost gasped at the sight in front of me. My surprise was not by his frame. It was pretty much what I had expected it to be. He was basically a walking bag of skin and bones, barely covering more area than a human sized stick figure. His arms, weirdly, looked as much like toothpicks as his legs. If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t have believed that those arms were capable of lifting 12 kgs for reps. I guess age played a much greater role than muscles when it came to strength.
What almost made be gasp wasn’t any of that though. It wasn’t his protruding ribs, and pale skin. It was, in fact, a large black spot in the middle of his stomach, just above the navel.
It was dark colour. Some kind of a combination of dark blue, black and chocolate brown. It covered almost a third of his stomach. The skin in that area looked, it’s hard to explain, like raw. You know, like recently tanned leather. Yup that was it. It looked like it was the exact same shade and texture as Mom’s leather purse. I couldn’t help wondering what it was until I noticed something else. Smack dab in the centre of the spot, almost like an engraving, just like an artist inscribes his initials on his works, there was the mark of a fist. A really small fist at that. As soon as I noticed that, I knew exactly what the spot was and exactly what caused it. You see, it wasn’t a spot at all, it was a bruise. A pretty large bruise at that, almost the size of my head. I couldn’t believe that one punch from me had caused that. It was a wonder that my brother was able to bend at all. Suddenly the reason for all his wheezing and vomiting, as well as his newly acquired obedient streak became obvious. Anyone would be scared after getting hurt that badly. I felt a tinge of guilt. But, wait. Why should I feel guilty? He was the one who made me angry. He disrespected me by making me feel like I couldn’t take his full strength. I had to show him what he was up against! Moreover, who told him to just workout his arms? I had worked hard to get my abs and I was proud of them. If he had a soft flab instead of hard muscle, that was on him. Yes, it was not my fault, it was his. In hindsight, that punch, while it occurred out of a place of anger, was necessary to get my brother to give me the respect I deserve.
Trying my hardest to not let my face betray my surprise, I decided to nonchalantly acknowledge the bruise, (which was, and I can’t stress this enough, his fault and not mine).
“You might wanna put some ointment on that. It’ll only get worse if you don’t.”
Yup, that was the adequate amount of sympathy. Anymore consideration would be a sign of weakness.
He just kept standing there, bowing his head in shame. I hated myself for feeling guilt for hurting him. And I hated him for making me feel that way. Humiliating him was the only option to win back my dominance.
“Don’t you have something you want to say to me?”
As expected, the idiot had no response.
“Get over here.”
Using his signature terrified pace, my wimp of a brother made his way towards me.
Once he was standing in front of me, I grabbed him by the hand and forced him to turn with me towards the mirror.
When I saw him bowing his head and not looking into the mirror, I reached up, grabbed his chin, and forced his head up. Then I said,
“See with your own eyes big brother.”
The difference between our bodies was startling. Even unflexed, my legs dwarfed his in terms of size. My forearm was literally thicker than his biceps. Where he had bones, I had pecs. Where he had flab and that giant bruise, I had taut, perfect abs. Hell, even my neck was twice as thick as his. This sight made me gain back my lost confidence. Almost in a trance, I commanded,
“Flex, big brother.”
He lifted up his arm and flexed. I say “flexed” in the loosest meaning of the term. Literally nothing happened. In contrast, I flexed my entire body. Muscles popped out literally everywhere. I felt so powerful, like I could do literally whatever I wanted to him without even working hard. One look at all of his limbs and I was sure I could snap any of them like twigs. My brother meanwhile, looked like he had achieved new levels of shame and fear. This made me feel good. I wished I could take a picture, but that would’ve spoiled the momentum of the situation. Instead I asked him,
“What do you see brother?”
Without waiting for his response, which I knew wasn’t coming, I continued.
“You know what? I don’t care what you see. Let me tell you what I see. I see two people. Let’s call them Weakling and Mistress. Mistress could break the Weakling into tiny little pieces without breaking a sweat. Weakling knows this very well. Now tell me, if Mistress is gracious enough to take pity on Weakling, and offer a solution to his pain, what should Weakling do?”
I paused. Sensing his inability to speak, I continued.
“I’ll tell you. Weakling should thank Mistress for her graciousness and kiss her feet for her immense generosity. If Weakling fails to follow such basic courtesy, is Mistress wrong to be very, very angry?”
With that I went into a crab flex.
Before I could see his face, my brother was down on his knees, begging.
“I’m so sorry for my impudence. Thank you for your generosity. You’re the kindest person I know.”
God I loved how he begged. Where had he learned how to do that? Without a word I signalled towards my feet with my eyes.
Almost instantly, he started showering my feet with kisses, bringing back the tingling
feeling from yesterday. I was mesmerised for a few minutes before a beeping from watch got me back to reality. It was already 7:30! Only half an hour left for my parents to wake up. Thank God I had set an alarm. Almost panicking, I lifted my foot and kicked him across the cheek to dismiss him. I might’ve kicked a little too hard because he went sliding across the floor into the wall. Oops. Well I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I had to continue my workout.
“Water”, I said.
He scrambled to his feet and rushed to hand me the bottle. I drank two huge gulps and threw the bottle in his direction.
Quickly, I dropped down and started my push ups. After completing my regular 100, I quickly did 20 one armed and 20 diamond ones. Then I asked him to get on my back. After 35 push ups with him on my back I decided that was enough for arms. With him still on my back, I stopped in a plank position, thus transitioning to abs. While my regular record was 8 minutes, I intended to last at least 4 with him on my back. As we waited, I had an idea. If all went right, my brother wouldn’t be standing on the ground for the next half hour. As the time neared 4 minutes, I told my brother to stand up on my back.
As soon as the time got over, I told my brother to jump.
When I felt his weight left my back, I turned around, laid on my back and lifted both my feet into the air, straight. It took some manoeuvring, but I was able to balance my brother’s body with my legs without letting his feet touch the ground. Once my brother was secure, proceeded to do 200 crunches while he had a bird’s eye view of my abs. It was fun to see his expression. It was clear he’d prefer to be literally anywhere else in the world. To his credit, he didn’t dare give me any trouble and kept laying there like a statue, although I was sure that his bruise was hurting because of his position. Oh well, he brought that on himself.
Once I was done with my crunches, it was time for legs. Placing my arms on his chest, I balanced him on those while I removed my legs. Taking care that his feet didn’t touch the ground, I carefully stood up, lifting him over head.
“Get on my shoulders”
He gratefully climbed down and sat on my shoulders. I could tell that he was much more comfortable on my shoulders than he had been a few minutes I earlier. I started doing squats but it actually was too easy. I needed more. I had an idea. Carrying him on my shoulders, I went to his room. I picked up his dumbbells, raised both of them to 14 kgs and handed them over to him. I could feel him resting them on my shoulders. I guess his position made it harder to hold them in his arms. I didn’t mind. The added 28 kgs were finally a worthy challenge for my legs. I wish he had let me use them sooner, but I wasn’t allowed to touch them. Well now if I wanted I could just forbid him from using them. I won’t, but I could. He should be grateful for that.
Anyway, so I quickly did 80 squats with that weight followed by 120 walking lunges around his room. All the while my brother enjoyed his seat on my back. With that, the workout session was over. Without warning, I grabbed my brother’s butt (it was so small and squishy! I couldn’t resist.) and launched him, basically throwing him onto his bed. The uncoordinated wuss bounced off of his bed and fell on to the ground. The funniest part was he almost seemed grateful that he could feel the hard floor again. I took the remaining water from him and quickly finished it off. My muscles required hydration. Just then I heard some commotion downstairs. I checked my watch. 8 am. My mom was up right on time, as always. For the first time in 15 minutes I addressed my brother.
“Change your sheets and hide these. You will wash them yourself later. Mom shouldn’t find out about your little accident, she’ll have follow up questions. Is that clear?”
I was getting irritated by his inability to reply.
“From now on, if I ask you something I need an answer. Consider this your final warning. Now I’ll say it again. Is that clear?”
“YES.” He shouted. I quickly put my hand on his mouth and waited. No one came. Thank god mom hadn’t heard him. Removing my hand, I gave him a tight slap. He had to learn, and this was the quickest way I could think of.
“Listen you piece of shit. Talk like a human being, not a fucking Gorilla.”
Usually I wasn’t one to swear. Not only that, I was too young to swear. But this time my anger had gotten the better of me. I took a deep breath to calm down. Then I continued,
“Once you’re done with the sheets, I want you to sit down at your desk and wait. When mom comes in to wake you up, make up some excuse about wanting to play one of your stupid games. We don’t want her getting suspicious now do we?”
“No” he said timidly.
“Good. You learn fast.”
“Now remember, when I say ‘sit at your desk’ I mean just sit. No playing games. At least not until I feel you’ve earned some time on your computer. That would depend both on your behaviour and on my generosity. Right now, I’m unimpressed.”
With that I made my way to the door, turned around and said,
“Screw any of this up and you’ll know what real pain is.” Then, smiling sweetly, I said,
“Good morning, big brother. See you at breakfast.” And blew him a kiss.
God I loved how my brain worked in these situations.
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great chapter!
and i must say that i would like very much to see this chapter on the POV of the brother haha
i like the choice 3), but if you think its better for your writing pace, 2) would be cool too.
you could also change POVs during the narrative, i mean, with no need to tell under the girl POV and then re-tell everything under the other one. you could just when necessary change the POV to say something...
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I would be fine with option 2 . Still POV and we could imagine what the other would think/feel.
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Good continuation :) I had few different ideas but didn't have time at all so feel free to continue as you see fit :)
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Great chapter! K+!
I'd also say option 2 as it gives you most freedom in how you feel it should continue, and I'm also in favour of getting progression more quickly.
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Good continuation :) I had few different ideas but didn't have time at all so feel free to continue as you see fit :)
OMG I can’t believe you actually replied! Huge fan of your work really! Thanks for giving your blessing. Also, I believe I speak on behalf of everyone when I say we’d absolutely love for you to pick up where you left off and tell the story you wanted to tell, if you have any time at all. I’m not saying I’ll stop writing my own version, but I really want to see where you were going to go with your creation.
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I really enjoy how you have handled the continuation of the story. It is also nice to see the seal of approval from the originator. As far as I am concerned it is your story so write it any way you want. I am going to read it regardless. K+!
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very excited for the next chapter
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Hey guys, so I decided to continue with the original format, as that’s the only way to actually keep all of you satisfied.
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Brother
All I could see was darkness. I kept running, trying to figure out where I was, but got nowhere. Then, seemingly from afar, I heard it. Laughter. The voice kept getting louder, as if it were coming closer and soon I started hearing footsteps as well. Unlike a maniacal laughter, like a monster or movie villain would have, this was more of a girlish giggle. For some reason, this giggle filled me with dread. It seemed familiar, but I just couldn’t place it. The footsteps got closer, and in the distance I saw a figure walking slowly towards me, giggling with glee. Squinting my eyes, i was finally able to see who it was, my annoying little sister, Lyza. She was walking straight towards me, staring at me, and giggling hysterically. Her giggle, instead of feeling innocent or annoying, somehow felt condescending, as if she was laughing at me! What was up with that? I’ll have to teach the little twerp a lesson soon. But what was she laughing at? I followed her gaze, and looked down at my belly. I realised that I wasn’t wearing anything except my underwear, and, more shockingly, there was a large gaping hole, where my gut should’ve been. Instinctively, I used my hand, to try to feel something there, but it passed straight through, there was nothing there! Bewildered I looked up. Lyza was now standing in front of me, still giggling. Without losing sight of the hole in my belly, she lifted up her right hand, and grabbing a hole of the collar of her white top, tore it right off! Looking at her body, which she clearly loved to display, I remembered everything. I felt so ashamed standing in front of her without clothes on, I quickly covered my chest with my hands. I now knew why her laughter felt so terrifying, and the cause for the hole. I didn’t want her to create any more of those because she felt like it. And with her baseball sized muscles, I had no doubt that she could. Still laughing, she went into a crab flex. Instantly, she started growing. Not growing as in her muscles got bigger. Growing as in GROWING. He legs grew taller until she was eye level with me, and then shot past me. Her lats grew so wide that she covered my entire field of view. When she stopped, she was over 20 feet tall and her muscles had grown proportionally. I barely stood eye level with her upper calves. Her feet were the size of a fishing boat. One of her pecs was bigger than my entire body. Slowly she ended her crab flex and stood there satisfied, her laughter now booming in my ear like a giant’s. I remembered thinking that Lyza could crush me under my feet, and now she literally could! I remember thinking that she was superhuman, and now she was! She bent down to one knee, and with just her index finger and thumb, picked me up as if to examine me. Just then I heard a stream flowing somewhere nearby, were we in the mountains? It was hard to tell since everything was dark. Still holding me, she stood up straight. Now I was eye level with her abs. The size that they were now, they actually reminded me of a mountain range. Without warning, Lyza whipped me towards her abs and I se them transform in front of me, into actual mountains and ridges. Before I knew it, I was standing on a seemingly very real mountain cliff, with my legs partially underwater. I could still hear the laughter ringing in my ears. Turning around to investigate, I saw that I was inside the lagoon caused by a waterfall. This must’ve been where sound was coming from. Before I could catch my bearings, the ground started shaking, as if in rhythm with the laughter, like an earthquake. The waterfall’s current suddenly grew more violent. It was as if the ground I was standing on began to tilt. Unable to maintain my balance, I fell over the cliff, plunging to my death. I kept falling and falling and falling and..........
I awoke with a thud. Groggily, I tried to recall my dream but it was hazy. Just then I heard the voice that had been a continuous presence in said dream.
“Rise and Shine Tommy!”
No one had called me that in god knows how many years. The anger was enough to bring me to the present. The first thing I realised was that I was on the floor. Had Lyza picked me up and threw me to the floor? She was certainly capable of doing that. Then I turned to the other side and saw my bed going from a slanted position, back down to the floor. Had she really lifted my entire bed along with my weight on top of it? The thought was surreal yet jolting. I saw outside the window and saw that it was barely morning. Then I saw her standing above me. I did what needed to be done and told her that I needed sleep.
She reallllllyyy didn’t seem to like that.
Faster than my brain could process , I was being lifted to my feet and slapped harder than I ever had been (well except last night). That was enough to drive the sleep and the ringing laughter out of my mind. The first thing that I noticed was that my feet were dangling. I didn’t want to be in this position, so naturally, my hands immediately went to her hand holding me up. In return for my futile efforts, she banged me against the wall and let me fall. I hated this, it felt like last night never ended.
Up until now I had had other things to worry about, so I had attributed the wetness in my pants to the waterfall. Now, standing on my feet for the first time since waking up, my Brain finally caught up. I registered the fault in my original theory, and looked down to see the actual source of wetness. I felt my cheeks burn red hot as I realised that my little sister had caused me to wet myself.
Apparently, Lyza realised it at the same moment too, and did what I’d begun to expect at this point from her, humiliate me even more.
“Aww, it looks like Tommy had a little accident!”
She sounded so patronising, but of course I couldn’t say or do anything. I just stood there as she laughed.
“Well, I guess you’re gonna have to take care of it later.”
She looked at me as if she expected me to do something. After a pause, she continued.
“I’ve always thought it’d be cool if I had someone to hold my water and towel for me while I worked out. Then I thought, hey! I have a sweet big brother who’d never miss an opportunity to help his gentle little sister out.”
I couldn’t tell if she was joking or did she actually want me to become her water boy. That wouldn’t have been the worst thing, except that her workouts would be a constant reminder of her superiority, and that’s not something I wanted. Then her expression became stern, and her teasing became orders.
“You’re gonna help me out with my morning routine.”
She paused to look at her watch.
“It’s currently 6:07 am. You have until 6:20 to go to the washroom, freshen up, get my workout towel, grab a water bottle and meet me outside the front door. A second late and I will personally come and drag you out. And I don’t need to tell you, you don’t want that. Now SCRAM!”
They say that your life flashes by your eyes at the moment of your death. While not the same, I did experience something similar as I processed all that information.
6:07 am?! No wonder I felt so tired. I had barely slept for 3 hours, and that too after one of the most physically and mentally harrowing days of my life. Why did she have to wake up so early? With a start I realised that my original plans of going to my friends’ before she woke up were out of the window. I figured that best course of action would be just to go along with her demands quietly until the opportunity to escape presents itself. Then, I registered her instructions, and went over what seemed like an impossible task once in my mind. I was about to protest, but it died in my throat as I registered her threat and shout. I know you think that I’m a loser, but trust me, when someone, anyone, who’s capable of beating the shit out or you, and has demonstrated that time and time again, threatens you, you won’t be able to stand up to them too!
I flinched at her shout and ran out of the room, working purely on adrenaline. I only had 13 minutes. I literally brushed my teeth, while on the pot and then took of my clothes. It hurt. I looked in the mirror to see that the bruise on my belly had turned raw, and now hurt with the slightest stretch of the skin. I wanted to put something on it but didn’t have the time. I also noticed the hand prints on my cheeks were still visible. Just wonderful. I couldn’t throw my pants into the laundry so I just threw them on the floor and showered for
10 seconds. My back hurt really bad but the adrenaline was still going strong. Getting out of the shower, I took my pants hid them under my bed, put on new clothes and checked the time. 6:15. I was hysterical. I ran to her room and thankfully found a dry towel lying there. Grabbing it I ran to the kitchen, grabbed her water bottle, and filled it, spilling water all over the place in the process. I didn’t have the time to deal with that for now. I didn’t have a watch on me but seeing as she hadn’t “dragged me out” yet I must still have time. I ran out the front door.
Lyza was standing there in the same workout clothes, smiling at me.
“Before time! Good boy. Continue this behaviour and we won’t have any problems.”
Her words caused a sensation within me that for a second felt alien. It had been so long since I’d come close to feeling it.
Pride.
Why though? Had my threshold for pride lessened to such a degree over the past few days? Was I such a big loser that I felt proud for not giving my much younger sister a reason to beat the crap out of me? Or did I feel proud because I had compelled Lyza to offer me the same praise she would to a dog for obeying her? (Then again, I had also obeyed her to the letter) Both of those options were pathetic, but it did feel good getting approval from my otherwise cruel little sister.
“I’m gonna warm up by running 10 laps around the block. Try to keep up as I might need water in between.”
Hadn’t she proved already that she was faster than me? However, hell bent on appeasing her, I started running at her side. My bruise hurt with every step, and the adrenaline was wearing off now.
I managed to stay at her side for a grand total of 5 seconds before she got ahead. From behind her I could see those diesel legs pumping with power. Her calves exploded with every bounce while her thighs somehow seemed bigger than my torso. Of course I had firsthand experience of her thighs from when she had knocked me out with them the previous night. My head still hurt from being effectively crushed.
I tried to keep up but the distance just kept on increasing. Eventually she must’ve realised that I was falling behind, so she turned around and said,
“Hey, slow poke! I thought I told you to keep up!”
It still amazed me how quickly our roles had changed. She seemed to be completely fine with calling me names and giving orders, it came naturally to her. I, on the other hand, could think of nothing scarier than making her mad. Not wanting to provoke her, I started running as fast as my battered body could carry itself.
It didn’t really work. She kept going farther and farther away, an no boost of energy from my side seemed to close the distance between us. For my part, I really was trying as hard as I could, on the off chance that she turned around, saw that I was not putting in effort and decided to dish out one of her fists.
Eventually I saw her turn and disappear from my view. I still kept up my speed. She had to tire, going that fast. I was sure that she would stop to rest and I’d catch up with her soon enough.
I made my first turn too. Surprisingly, I couldn’t see her. Had she entered one of the houses? Or was she resting at the next turn? I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep running at this speed until the next turn. My legs were killing me at this point. They hadn’t really been okay ever since my sister had tortured them in front of her friends. Combine that with 3 hours of sleep, and they weren’t really ready to run in the first place. As such, my speed started decreasing. I kept trying to will my body to keep going forward, huffing and puffing, but my legs started rejecting me. In my mind I was running with all my might, but in reality you could barely call my pace a jog.
Just when I felt my legs were about to give way, I saw my sister running beside me. For a second I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Perhaps this was another dream. I blinked twice to get rid of it. Try as I might, I could still see her running beside me, almost poised to overtake me again. My eyes widened as I came to terms with what had happened. My sister had completed an entire lap of our block before I could complete half of it! And she wasn’t even breathing hard! The only thing she had to show for her effort was the sheen from the layer of sweat that now covered her muscle packed body. This just made her look all the more beautiful and radiant! She kept jogging next to me nonchalantly. Did she not know the magnitude of what she had just accomplished? Especially considering I had beaten her in a race just a few days prior. Her “no big deal” attitude annoyed me. I wanted to say something. Tell her how amazed I was at her feat. Make her acknowledge how she had creamed me. Basically make her say that she still thought of me as a big brother, and that it made her happy to have destroyed me again, instead of treating this situation as nothing out of the ordinary. The latter implied that she didn’t consider me as competition, or even equal.
However I was at a loss of words. Saying anything could only lead to two things:
Me looking pitiful and ashamed by praising my sister for decimating me and/or me getting pulverised because of saying the wrong thing. So I stayed silent.
Eventually she said, louder than necessary,
“Stop.”
My grateful legs happily obliged. I was feeling vindicated as well. Finally, she had gotten tired, that’s what happens when you begin a jog that fast. Catching my breath, I looked at her smiling face. She looked so cute, yet I had begun to fear that smile.
“I should have known you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me. You don’t have these after all.” , she said in the same loud over the top voice, the way kids do when trying to act. Then she slapped her mammoth thigh, causing me to look at it, and cringe involuntarily.
It looked so silly to see her behaving like the 9 year old she was. Except, as her thigh display reminded me, this 9 year old had the body most 20 year olds would die for, and pointing out her silliness might trigger her enough to use that body. Anyway, I knew she was just saying it because she couldn’t go on herself and wanted to pin the blame on me. I didn’t mind that as long as we were resting.
Then she said, in a tone that was something between exasperated, disappointed and comical,
“Well, I guess I have no choice.”
I didn’t get what she meant by that. Then she did something truly strange. She got in front of me and bowed down, with her back to me. Was this Gymnasts’ way of resting their legs? Looked uncomfortable to me.
“Get on.”
I gasped as I realised what was happening. I couldn’t believe it. Did she really want me to get on her back? After being so tired by running around the block at full speed? I thought that this was another one of her childish games to impress me with her strength. Well she might’ve been strong, but as the more mature person, I knew she wouldn’t be able to support both of our weights on her tired legs, and both of us could end up getting hurt in the process. So, I stayed put, wondering what to say so as to not cross her. Then, she turned around, giving me one of her classic “I could destroy you without breaking a sweat” looks, and said,
“What’s the delay? Don’t you know how a piggyback ride works? Grab hold and don’t make me ask you again.”
That did it. At least we’ll both get hurt if I get on her. Plus, any injury caused by falling on the Tarmac would be better than what she would do to me otherwise.
I wrapped by hand around her neck. Before I could figure out how to wrap my legs around such a small body, she stood up with my bodyweight. Instinctively, not wanting to fall, I wrapped my legs around her hard torso, which didn’t give an inch.
Satisfied with her load, she took off.
I kept waiting for her to fall down out of sheer exhaustion but she kept going! In fact, she was actually running faster than I had when no one had been on my back.
I, on the other hand, was scared shitless. You know the feeling when you’re a little kid riding a motorcycle, and the driver speeds up just to scare you? Imagine that, but 5000 times more uncomfortable. For one thing, the hard lumps of her back muscles constantly kept brushing against my bruise, thus causing a steady infliction of pain. Secondly, while she didn’t show any signs of slowing down, I was afraid of losing my grip and falling on the Tarmac. I was sure she would keep running even if it meant dragging my limp body along on the ground. So, I held on with both my arms and my legs as hard as I could. Neither her neck nor her abs gave way, but I was sure I was hurting her. I had never squeezed anyone as hard as I was then, and I was afraid of what she’ll do to take revenge for this once I get off.
Holding on for dear life, and groaning from the pain in my belly, I watched as she completed a lap. Soon, it became 2. What kind of powerhouse was my sister? She didn’t even acknowledge my weight, or even talked while she ran, as if this was just her usual morning run.
2 became 3, then 4, then 5 and soon, faster than I could ever dream of doing it, she completed a full 10 laps with me on her back. Needless to say, it was both humiliating, and awe inspiring.
When were at our house, she grabbed hold of my legs, and I feared that she was going to punish me for squeezing her too tight. Instead, she unwound the hardest hold I was capable of applying, like it was putty!
Then she said,
“Time to get off!”
Without hesitation, I got off. It felt so nice to have my feet touch stable ground that I almost didn’t notice her hold her hand out and demand a towel. She didn’t say “Please can I have the towel” or even “Give me the towel”. Instead she just said the word , “Towel.”
Somehow that made her look more intimidating. Of course, after what she had just done, intimidating was sort of her thing.
Even though it hurt to move, I quickly got the towel out of my pocket and handed it to her, timidly. She seemed so haughty, standing there in her revealing clothes, sweating all over the place.
Then, she proceeded to wipe herself off. Now, usually, I wouldn’t have given it much thought, but in my current state of mind, I thought that this display was for my benefit, and watched intently. She began with her face, going downwards. She made sure that she rubbed each and every muscle on her body dry, and I was mesmerised by the way her muscles resisted any movement. As she rubbed her abs, you could see them twitch and change patterns to push out more sweat beads for the towel. Then she towelled off each of her legs, one by one. The enormous hand towel took 3 wipes to cover the entirety of one of her thighs.
By the time she was done, the once dry towel was completely soaked with sweat.
Without warning, she threw the towel at me, and it landed on my face. Immediately I was engulfed in the musky and pungent odour of her sweat. Instead of being revolting, it somehow felt right. Like a lesser mortal like me was fortunate to be able to breathe in the sweat of my goddess of a little sister. This nine year old’s body could produce more sweat in a 20 minute run that my pathetic body could in a month.
I took off the towel, to see her holding out her hand for water. As I handed over the bottle, I realised that my sister had just run 10 laps around the block without even asking for water. I wondered if she had any limits. Holding it over her head, she proceeded to drink at least a litre of water in one go, right in front of my eyes. Transfixed, I kept watching as she did something that would’ve definitely looked undeniably hot if she wasn’t a preteen. She crushed the bottle with one hand, and in the process, sprayed herself with a shower of water, all the while swaying her head from left to right. To her, it might’ve been a way to cool off. To me, it just made her newly wet muscles shine under the sunlight, thus amplifying the goddess appeal.
Then I saw the bottle coming at me.
Without time to react, I barely registered my own open mouth the bottle hit me on my left eye. Although it seemed like she hadn’t put any effort in the throw, or targeted it in any particular way, it stung like hell. I wondered if I had just received my very first shiner (I hadn’t, yet.)
I started rubbing my eye with my hand, trying to ease the pain. (I didn’t realise it at the time, but this was the first time I’d ever stop blaming my sister for hurting me and just accept it as a fact of life. Those occurrence would become more and more common later.)
Her consequent comment perhaps hurt more than the injury itself.
“Pick that up, it needs a refill.”
The sad part is, instead of dwelling on the fact that she didn’t acknowledge what she had just done, I just simply bent down and picked the now crushed bottle up.
As I stood up, she had me locked in one of her penetrating gazes. She said,
“You have two minutes. Meet me in my room with a fresh towel and a full bottle. Now leave.”
Once again my brain went into overdrive. My first reaction was, obviously, shock at her desire to workout more after what had just transpired. For most people a quarter of that run, with no extra weight, would be considered a pretty gruelling ordeal. Of course, my sister wasn’t most people.
After her most recent, apparently, not-meant-to-be-display of strength and superiority, I was basically a bag of nerves in her presence. Disobedience was out of question. Something else worried me, and I couldn’t leave without consulting her. But as I looked at her, my throat became incapable of producing sound, and I just stood there, thinking what to do.
“What” she said forcefully, almost making me jump.
Her aggressiveness meant only one thing, I had to speak.
“Uhhh Lyza actually ummm”
What the hell was wrong with me? It was valid concern and I just had to voice it.
“Yeah?” I could see her getting angrier by the second, and her face turned the same shade it had during our ‘abs punching competition’.
I HAD TO SPEAK!!!!!!
““Umm I actually......don’t know where to......ummm find a new towel.”
Hearing this she suddenly stepped towards me. Terrified, I jumped back, and considered the quickest way to escape in the next second.
However, instead of attacking, she just said,
“In the laundry basket. You can keep them in your room from now on, you’ll be carrying them after all.”
I did recall a pile of towels in the laundry basket. “Stupid! There was no reason to bother Lyza with your question” I thought to myself. Then I felt ashamed of thinking it.
Of course there was also the other problem. You see, bumping up and down on hard rock like muscles for 20 minutes straight can errrr stimulate your bladder. This one was going to be much harder to explain. Then I saw Lyza beginning to walk towards the door.
Probably sensing something wrong, she turned around and, looking more impatient than ever, said,
“Now what?”
Nerve wracking as it was, I had to tell her.
“Oh umm I actually uhh”
WHEN DID IT BECOME SO HARD TO FORM A PROPER SENTENCE?
Lyza’s face turned a shade of purple, and she finally pounced. Moving lightning fast as she always did, she came closer to me, grabbed my collar and shoved me down so I was looking straight into her eyes. I saw pure rage in them.
“Cut that out. You actually what? And I swear to God if I don’t get an answer straightaway I will forget that you’re my brother. ”
It’s funny the kind of thoughts you get when you are about to be killed by your little sister. My first thought was ‘So you mean, these past few days you’ve been treating me like a brother?’
Of course I didn’t say it.
Instead, as a last ditch attempt to save my life, my body finally said the words I had been willing it to say since the beginning.
“I have to pee.”
Letting go of my tshirt, she started laughing hysterically. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why. The idea that her older brother was asking her to go to pee was obviously funny to her, as it would be to anyone, except for the brother in question of course.
Calming down, she said,
“Didn’t you already do it in bed? How much peeing do you have to do? You were given two minutes. You’ve wasted one with your stupid question. Leave this second and use this minute wisely. It won’t be cool for you if you’re late.”
Oh shit, she had started the countdown after her first order. It seemed beyond impossible to do everything I needed to. Adrenaline kicked in again, survival instinct is a magical phenomenon. My brain mapped out the best possible route to do all tasks.
Running faster than I thought I could, or probably faster than even Lyza could (though I wouldn’t put it past her) I ran down the stairs to the basement and, knocking over the laundry basket, grabbed a towel and rushed back up. I could hear Lyza ascending the stairs above me. My bladder was on the verge of bursting. Trying not to think about that, I ran to the kitchen, almost slipping on the spilt water. I quickly grabbed one of the already filled bottles and carried both of them up the stairs to the bathroom. I reached and pulled down my pants just in the nick of time as the urine burst out. Of course there was no way to pee faster, so I used this time to transfer the water from the filled bottle to the newly crushed one. Leaving the second bottle in the bathroom, I reached her room, breathing heavily. I was fairly certain that I hadn’t been able to make it, but at least I’d tried my best. Muttering prayers under my breath, I entered. There was a moment of hesitation because of the prospect of an ass whooping and/or the lack of knocking. I decided to waive both of those concerns off as doing it any other way would just ignite her wrath further.
She looked visibly disappointed. For a moment I thought I was a goner. Then, without a word she turned around and started walking. I was over the moon! Not only had I made it on time, but she had also forgotten about punishing me for not knocking! Strangely, almost ironically, this fact made me feel lucky.
She went under that wretched bar and stood under it. Of course I knew what to do, the memory from yesterday will probably always be fresh in my mind.
I kept the bottle and towel down and went over to her to give her a boost.
Making sure she was hanging on her own, I let go of her and went back and picked up my items.
As I stood watching (what else could I do? Look at her “my little pony” posters?), she fished out 30 pull ups and chin ups. For any other person, this would‘ve been super impressive. For Lyza I knew that this was nothing.
Then she did 30 neck raises. Once she was done she held the last one a little longer, and turned towards me. Did she always do this after neck raises? The sight reminded me of the first time she’d ordered me around by herself. It seemed like so long ago, even though it hadn’t even been 24 hours.
I naturally looked down, not able to match her superior gaze.
“Keep an eye on the clock. Let me know when a minute has passed.” I heard her say.
Immediately I looked at her Disney princess clock and made a mental note of the time. How could she be so girly yet so dangerous? Of course in contrast to all the girly stuff were her shelf full of hundreds of gymnastics medals and trophies.
Saying that, she pulled herself up with just one hand and held herself there. I knew, from taking Lyza to gymnastics practice, that this was called a lock off. I always assumed that this was easier for little girls because of their bodyweight. Recent experiences had made me revise that opinion and the feat seemed much more impressive. I told her as soon as a minute had passed.
Then, she did the same with the other arm, not asking me to keep track of the time this time.
Once she was done, she said, loudly and dramatically,
“This is too easy! I need a challenge.”
I didn’t get what she meant by a challenge. Then she turned towards me, again and looked me up and down, as if sizing me up for meat. Then she beckoned me towards her. Not knowing what she had in mind, I did as she said. Then, she commanded,
“Now, jump and grab on to my torso.”
Internally, I debated my next move. Hanging on to her would surely result in tragedy. On the other hand my sister needed to know her limits, so maybe I should make this sacrifice. In any case, disobeying her would result in an even bigger tragedy so I didn’t have a choice really.
So, I jumped and grabbed on. It must’ve looked silly, a much taller guy hanging on to the abdomen of a much smaller girl, completely at her mercy.
Incredibly, she didn’t immediately let go! Instead of falling flat on our faces, we kept hanging, with her supporting both of our weights using just her arms. As I was counting the seconds before she finally let go, she said,
“Now hold on tight and don’t let go, no matter what. I don’t want you screwing this up for me.”
I was flabbergasted. Not by what she said, I wasn’t going to let go anyway. It was how she said it. Her voice sounded so calm and steady, as if she was speaking while taking a walk in the park. Was my weight really so light for her? Moreover what did she mean by screwing this up?
How long did she intend to keep hanging like that?
Then she did something that I hadn’t thought was possible, in my wildest dreams. I saw her arms tighten even more as her muscles contracted. Seeing the grip she had on the iron bar, I thought that she would end up denting it. Then I got that thought out of my head, realising how stupid it was. That’s when I looked down, and saw the ground getting further and further away. My heart started pounding as I processed what was happening. My sister completed one whole smooth pull up (that’s one more than I could under normal circumstances) with me hanging on for dear life. I couldn’t take it. Involuntarily, my entire body started shaking, in awe and fear of the power that my little sister had. I wanted to let go but my body no longer obeyed me. My sister, in that moment, had complete control over all my actions. So I held on.
Still not tired, my sister kept going. Up, down, up, down. She was cranking out pull-ups as if I was nothing more than the clothes on her back. While she was “working out” I made a quick mental calculation. Combined, she was basically lifting 100 kgs with her arms.
I didn’t count how many she did, but it felt like 5 or 6. Then, she stopped and told me to get off. Immediately, this time out of respect more than fear, I obeyed. Amazingly, her voice still didn’t sound tired, it was more like she was disappointed by something.
I stood there staring at her godly form as she still kept hanging there. Then, in one of her classic gymnastics manoeuvres, she did two round thingies on the bar, and flew off, doing a back flip midair before landing. I was in a trance. To me, I felt like she had graced the ground by landing, and she could indeed have kept flying if she had needed to. She had executed the move so elegantly and flawlessly, it was hard to believe the kind of strength she had.
My sister on her part didn’t look at me. Her arms looked extremely pumped after the gruelling workout they had just endured, and she noticed. Still not looking at me, she slowly flexed her arm. It rose and kept rising and rising and rising. It was the biggest muscle I’d ever seen on a person in real life, let alone a preteen. It was definitely bigger than when she had made me measure it. I resisted the urge to fall down to my knees and worship it, just like she had made me the previous night. Why was she doing this? It had to be go scare me! Or did she always do this after a workout? I had no idea. Then I imagined how she had put me in a headlock last night. If she decided to do it again, now that her bicep was this big, I wasn’t sure my skull could survive. The thought made me gulp, loudly. If my sister heard it, she didn’t let me know.
Instead, she brought her arm back down and started speaking. A moment later I realised she was addressing me.
“You know, you should really think about my suggestion of eating more, if you are to be of any use to me during these workouts.”
Her words felt like needles. Why was she so hell bent of humiliating me? I knew there was no way that she hadn’t struggled under my weight, no matter what she said or how she acted. But then again, she had amazed me every single time I had thought that there was a limit to her power. Maybe I wasn’t so sure...
“Until then I will have to think of something else. You know, people at the gym told me that a punching bag was great for an arm workout. It’s a pity we don’t have one at home.”
The image of my sister punching away at full strength terrified me. I didn’t think any bag could stand that onslaught. She continued
“Unless...”
She suddenly turned around and gave me that same “size me up” glare and smiled. I flinched just looking at that smile.
“A human punching bag could be a great replacement. What do you say?”
Suddenly the image in my mind changed, and this time instead of the bag, it was me. Frail, defenceless me. I had already been victim to just one of her fists, and if she was serious about this, I couldn’t think of more painful way to die. My eyes watered and I started trembling again. This time purely out of fear. Before I knew it, my legs gave way and I fell down. She was still staring intently at me. It felt right somehow, lying at her feet again.
When she saw me fall down, she started laughing again. Her laughter sounded so innocent, yet had such sadist motivation behind it. Of course I didn’t do a thing, survival was the only thing on my mind at that time.
Composing herself, she said,
“Oh you sorry wimp! I was just kidding! Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you unless I have to.”
I felt my breath slow down and I realised that my heart had been pounding again. My relief must’ve been visible because she started laughing again. (I know I didn’t address the “sorry wimp” part. That’s because I’d gotten used to the names by this point, as if they suited me. I barely noticed it.)
I just lay there, in apprehension of what her next words would be. As always, my sister didn’t disappoint.
“Hey you know what’s unfair? I am standing here, almost naked, with basically all my body visible for you to see. You on the other hand, are wearing those baggy trousers and full sleeved T-shirt. This makes me feel inadequate.”
Now I’m not an idiot, despite what my sister says. I knew what she wanted but there were a few problems. First of all her acknowledging her small clothing just diverted my attention to her body again. The “inadequate” part couldn’t be more of a lie and she knew it. She was a miniature Adonis for God’s sake. Also even my little sister using the word “naked” in front of me made me cringe. As her confidence grew, she seemed to lose any and all filters of speech she might’ve had.
The second problem was much bigger. The fact that she wanted me to take my clothes off meant that she noticed how I was always covering up for her. Also this whole situation was so eerily close to my dream! Had she somehow read my dream too? No that was ridiculous, But the memory of my dream didn’t do me any favours.
Just then, I was reminded of a third problem. My bruise started burning again, as if to draw my attention. Or had it always been hurting? It was amazing how old wounds turned numb when there were bigger problems to deal with. If I took off my shirt, my sister would obviously see it, it was impossible to miss. I knew that she would connect 2 and 2 and figure out what had happened. Wonder what ideas that might ignite in that crafty head of hers. Plus, I really didn’t want her to see it. Me Knowing what she could do to me was hard enough, her knowing it too was infinitely worse for my self respect. As such I kept laying there.
All this while she had been looking expectantly at me. Finally, looking annoyed, she spoke up,
“Stand up at take off your clothes.”
Not wanting to annoy her more than I absolutely had to, I stood up with a jolt. Taking off my clothes however, was out of question.
I kept waiting for the inevitable beating, but it never came. Instead, she smiled sweetly. I felt hope engulfing me. Then she said,
“You know I could take it off of you myself if I want”
The image of her holding me hanging upside down with one leg and undoing my clothes came to mind. I knew that she was more than capable of it and I wouldn’t be able to stop her. She could hold me in any position she wanted and even tear my clothes off if she felt like it. That would’ve been even more humiliating. So, reluctantly, I obliged.
In a few moments I stood standing in front of her in nothing but my underwear, a vivid recreation of my worst nightmare. Fun!
I saw her examine me with her eyes. She didn’t say anything but I knew that she was genuinely shocked by seeing my figure. I felt grossly inadequate. Then her eyes landed on the bruise. She didn’t seem surprised, but her expression softened a bit. Her eyes, which had until now been shining with cruelty and superiority, changed. Was that guilt I saw in them? A second later, her expression hardened again, and she went back to her haughty self. Maybe it had been a delusion. Finally, she spoke,
“You might wanna put some ointment on that. It’ll only get worse if you don’t.”
She said it like she couldn’t care less either way, but there was something else.
With a start I realised that this was the first time that morning that my sister had addressed me without having her own interests in mind. Honestly, I felt grateful.
I couldn’t bear to keep looking at her body, now that she could see mine too. Hence, I bowed my head and tried to find something else interesting.
Then, I heard her voice,
“Don’t you have something you want to say to me?”
I honestly didn’t know what she wanted that time. If she wanted her muscles praised again, I’d do it, no problem. But she hadn’t asked me for that yet.
“Get over here.” She said aggressively.
Taking baby steps, so as to get more time to think about what she wanted, I slowly made my way to her.
Once I was there, she grabbed my hand so tightly it hurt, and then shoved me to turn sideways, facing her mirror.
I really didn’t want to look at the image in the mirror, it was too hard, so I started inspecting my own feet again.
Seeing this, she grabbed me by the chin and forced my head up. Then she demanded,
“See with your own eyes big brother.”
She said “big” like it was an insult. And looking at the mirror, I had to agree that it was. In real life, the difference was even more pronounced than I had previously thought.
Barely reaching my chest in height, my sister dwarfed me in every other way. Her neck was a thick and corded, while I was the ambassador of the world pencil necks society. Her pecs were broad and striated, while mine looked small and squishy. Her shoulders were like two miniature bowling balls, while mine had no growth to them whatsoever. Moving down, her abs, I decided not to look too deeply into them, as they had a history of traumatising me. The bruise which she had caused on my stomach was as big as her entire abdomen. The difference was while mine was raw and leathery, hers was hard and defined.
Moving further down, her thighs, as I finally found out for sure, were twice my size. No wonder she had creamed me anytime we had competed legs.
All in all, it was a pathetic sight. Her skin was richly tanned while I was painfully pale. Her entire body was thick and hard and sinewy while mine was skinny and flabby.
The biggest difference though wasn’t in our bodies, but our faces. She was smiling with pride and radiating confidence. I looked aware of the pathetic mess I was and ashamed of the same. My face constantly carried the “about to cry” expression.
She looked absolutely perfect, like she had no flaws, while I, with my bruise and red marks, looked beat up and battered. Any onlooker would’ve thought I wanted to run away as soon as possible, which was true. What they wouldn’t have known is there was no escape for me.
My sister was enjoying herself thoroughly and was in no mood to end my humiliation. Speaking in almost a whisper, she commanded,
“Flex, big brother.”
I hadn’t done that before. Without a word, I awkwardly brought my arm up and tried to remember how Lyza does it. I closed my fist and brought it closer, but of course nothing happened. I had no muscles to speak of. Truth was, the only body part that got any exercise were my fingers, which worked furiously everyday on the keyboard. My biceps weren’t great. To be honest, they weren’t good either. More like they weren’t visible.
Then I saw Lyza flex. She didn’t just flex her arms, she FLEXED. Muscles all over her body twitched and became harder and more defined. If she had been rock before, now she went to titanium. I was sure people would pay money just to see this display, and she could do it at will. Of course, I gawked in marvel. Then I realised that she had wanted me to do something that I hadn’t done and my awe turned to horror, which then turned to panic. Then she asked,
“What do you see brother?”
I don’t know what I would’ve said but I wasn’t given the opportunity. Immediately, she continued,
“You know what? I don’t care what you see. Let me tell you what I see. I see two people. Let’s call them Weakling and Mistress. Mistress could break the Weakling into tiny little pieces without breaking a sweat. Weakling knows this very well. Now tell me, if Mistress is gracious enough to take pity on Weakling, and offer a solution to his pain, what should Weakling do?”
I didn’t have to be a genius to guess who Weakling was and who Mistress was. By calling herself mistress, was she saying that I was her slave? Felt strangely appropriate. I wanted to answer her, to appease her. But, and this is good advice for anyone out there, if your little sister ever talks about breaking you into little pieces while flexing muscles that would put adult men to shame, don’t try to speak, as it won’t happen.
She continued,
“I’ll tell you. Weakling should thank Mistress for her graciousness and kiss her feet for her immense generosity. If Weakling fails to follow such basic courtesy, is Mistress wrong to be very, very angry?”
Her tone grew darker by the time she reached the end of the sentence. I was scared for my life. I might’ve peed my pants again, I didn’t realise. I now knew what she’d wanted me to do. I cursed myself for not figuring it out sooner. Then I did the only thing a reasonable person in my situation would do. I fell down to my knees so that I was eye level with her, and said
“I’m so sorry for my impudence. Thank you for your generosity. You’re the kindest person I know.”
I looked into her eyes to see any signs of pity. Instead, all I saw was cold rage.
Using the same eyes, she signalled towards her feet. Immediately, I dropped down even further and started pouring her feet with little kisses. I want to tell you that it was humiliating or that there was reluctance or hesitation on my part. But the truth is, all those things didn’t matter at that time. All I knew was that my sister was angry at me and this was the way to appease her, so I did it. And I did it with all the dedication I could manage, covering every toe, ankle and sole of her bare feet. I vaguely remember that the tasted salty because of the sweat, and that there were veins lining all over them. I didn’t know for how long I did it.
Then I heard an alarm ring somewhere above me. My sister brought up one of feet and kicked the side of my face. Although it didn’t seem like there was any effort behind the kick. (It was probably her legs’ “way to tell me to stop”), it generates a lot of force. So much that I slid across the room on the floor and banged into the wall, hurting my back. I didn’t have time to check for injury, (although I was sure there was footprint to match the palm print on my cheek) as my sister instantly asked for water. Getting up as fast as I could, I ran towards her. Strangely, it no longer mattered to me that I was basically naked. All that mattered was my sister’s satisfaction.
As she drank the water I was ready to catch the bottle this time. However, she just tossed it without thinking and it landed at my feet. I picked it up and stood at attention, waiting for instructions. My sister paid no heed to me. Instead, she dropped down and started doing push ups, her arms still functioning somehow. She was going so fast that I lost count, but I think she did around a 100. Then, she transitioned to one armed push ups. Honestly nothing surprised me anymore. After doing 10 with each arm, she spread out her arms in what is called a diamond push up. She did 20 of those. Then she told me to get on her back. Without hesitation, I did as she said. I knew by now that she was more than capable of handling my weight. She did somewhere around 40 push ups supporting my weight. With the last push up, she stopped after going up and held that position. I wanted to get off but hadn’t been told to yet to stay put. Seconds passed and I didn’t know what she was upto. Then I realised that she was trying to plank with me on her back. My plank record was 35 seconds, so i assumes my sister would do about a minute with me on her back. She did 4.
At around 3 minutes and 30 seconds, she told me to stand up. I didn’t know what she was upto now, but as it stood, she was the one in the position to get hurt, so I happily obliged.
At exactly the 4 minute mark, she told me to jump. Without thinking I did. As I did, I saw two feet coming towards me from down below. Apparently my sister had already turned around and lifted her feet. My first thought was that she was going to scissor me again, but she had other plans. Holding me in a scissor position, her mammoth legs prevented me from touching the ground. Then she removed the leg on my back, supporting my entire body weight on just one leg. As I started to tip over, the now free leg was used to balance me.
Finally, I was lying down midair, supporter just by the two legs of my sister. This would’ve been painful anyone, but I had additional problems. You see, the centre of gravity for my body in this position, was right in the middle of my bruise. Hence, my sister’s insanely strong legs were digging right into my bruise. I wanted to scream out in pain but didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. Also any movement and I had the risk of falling down. So I had no choice but to try to endure the pain until my sister let me down.
In my direct line of sight were her abs, which were captivating as always, especially after the plank. Then my sister, as if unconcerned with supporting my weight with her raised legs, started doing crunches. Flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, I once again was mesmerised by her abs, forgetting about the bruise for the moment. She must’ve done hundreds of those crunches, because by the time she stopped, I could feel her legs on the insides of my back! I hadn’t really felt anything there ever, so this was an entirely new, and extremely painful sensation.
Placing one hand on my chest and the other on my bruise, my sister removed her legs, now supporting me with her arms. Then, she stood up slowly, so that she was lifting me overhead! For a moment I thought she was going to throw me down to the hard floor. From this height, that would’ve resulted in anywhere between a concussion at the very least to straight up death from cracking my skull at most.
Thankfully, she asked me to climb down to her shoulders. Making a mental note to thank her for her mercy later, I happily climbed down. Compared to the previous hold, her shoulders were as comfortable as a massage chair. With their sheer size, I had ample place to sit comfortably without fear of falling.
Then she started squatting with my weight. She’d done this before so I had no problem. Then she started walking. She exited her room and soon entered mine. (I know she should’ve asked, but do you really think I was going to say that?)
Without a word she lifted my dumbbells, still set at 14 kgs each and handed them to me. (Now I know I had specifically told her to stay away from my weights, but that seemed like so long ago, maybe she’d forgotten, so I let this one slide). Obviously I was not about to hold 28 kgs all on my own. Thankfully, between her giant shoulders and traps, I had no trouble finding space to rest them down, while she continued her exercise. I continued going up and down and up and down. A funny thought entered my head. I never had to pay for going to the amusement park again, my sister could just simulate all the rides for me. Finishing her squats, 75-80 I’m assuming, she started doing walking lunges around my room. Was this workout ever gonna end? I didn’t think she was capable of getting tired. While doing the lunges we passed my mirror and I realised how strange we looked. My legs, hanging at her sides, reached below her knees. It looked cartoonish almost.
Suddenly she stopped. Without warning she reached up and grabbed my butt! I felt so violated, but couldn’t do anything. Pushing up, she literally tossed me like a basketball, and I landed on my bed. Not able to gain control in time, I ricocheted off the bed and onto the floor. As my feet felt stable ground beneath them, I realised this was the first Time I’d supported on my own weight since I got on her back. I almost forgot her throwing me down for fun, as I was relieved to be on the ground again. It’s true, humans are indeed terrestrial creatures. Then I concentrated on what had just happened. My sister had completed almost all of her arm workout, her entire ab workout and her entire leg workout, supporting my weight. The leg workout was in fact too easy for her, so she added another 28 kgs brining the total up to 128 kgs. I doubts three of me could lift that much together.
She asked for water and I handed it over. She drank all the remaining water in the bottle and threw it back.
Then, she turned towards me and said,
“Change your sheets and hide these. You will wash them yourself later. Mom shouldn’t find out about your little accident, she’ll have follow up questions. Is that clear?”
I hated how she didn’t even acknowledge how she’d thrown me down or the fact that I’d done everything as she had said. I deserved some praise for that. All I really wanted was for her to stop treating me like I was insignificant. Was that too much to ask? Thinking all this I forgot that she’d asked a question.
Looking agitated, she said
“From now on, if I ask you something I need an answer. Consider this your final warning. Now I’ll say it again. Is that clear?”
As chilla engulfed every fibre of my body, I shouted, just to be sure that I’d find my voice this time, “YES”
My sister immediately covered my mouth and stood their silently for a few moments. I could tell she was angry as she was squeezing my jaw too hard and her fingers were digging into my cheeks. I would’ve screamed from the pain if I could.
Thankfully, she removed her hand. As I looked up at her again, I saw her palm whistling towards me. Her slap echoed for several seconds, and the ringing would last for at least an hour. This was the first time my sister had actually hit me since when she had woken me up. Obviously it was enough. The slap carried so much force behind it that I almost lost me balance. The entire right side of my face throbbed with pain. From my good ear, I heard her say
“Listen you piece of shit. Talk like a human being, not a fucking Gorilla.”
She had never talked like that to me! Also when had she started saying fuck? Mom had a strict no swearing policy in the house. Of course seeing how infuriated she was, I decided to keep that information to myself for that moment. I could see her trying to compose herself. So it was true! She actually didn’t want to hurt me unless she had to. And seeing how angry she was, she could’ve done much much worse than one slap. Seeing her calming herself down made me relax a bit too. Taking a deep breath, she quietly said,
“Once you’re done with the sheets, I want you to sit down at your desk and wait. When mom comes in to wake you up, make up some excuse about wanting to play one of your stupid games. We don’t want her getting suspicious now do we?”
Remembering her earlier warning, I said “No” with a squeak. I was impressed by how much thought she had put into making me her assistant, or who are we kidding, slave.
She replied,
“Good. You learn fast.”
I strangely felt vindicated, garnering praise from her, even if it had been at the cost of a devastating slap.
She continued,
“Now remember, when I say ‘sit at your desk’ I mean just sit. No playing games. At least not until I feel you’ve earned some time on your computer. That would depend both on your behaviour and on my generosity. Right now, I’m unimpressed.”
She was literally taking over my life and I could do nothing about it. My games were my only escape from her and she was forbidding me to play them. Not taking them away from me, just telling me not to play them. She knew I was too scared to disobey her and play, so she was forcing me to, by making me stare at my computer and not play games. I knew in my heart that that was exactly what I would do, and she did too.
Also what was with her being unimpressed? What more could I do? I had followed every order, suffered every torture and sat through every humiliation without complaint. I decided right then that I’d be the best slave there can be, if that’s the way to get my games back.
She turned and walking towards the door. Then, stopping as if she’d remembered something, she turned around and said gravely,
“Screw any of this up and you’ll know what real pain is.”
I was sure I knew more about pain than she did, but I didn’t voice my opinion.
Then she smiled her sweet smile again, and in her baby voice said,
“Good morning, big brother. See you at breakfast.” And blew me a kiss. She knew I found it gross when she did that, so I was sure it was going to be a regular occurrence from now on.
Then, she left the room, leaving me pondering why it hurt so much when she called me her big brother.
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Words can hardly describe how much I'm loving this story.
Love all the little things you put in, love how Lyza is everything but little. Love the absolute subjugation of her older brother and how dominant the young girl is. Love both of their thought processes.
Can't wait to read next chapters of this epic tale!
:rock: and K+!
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What an amazing story! Hopefully this stern, yet gentle, domination continues and things heat up between Tommy and his sister! Great Stuff.
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I am thoroughly enjoying this story. Sister/brother stories are my favorite anyway but you are really doing a bangup job. I can hardly wait to see where you take their relationship and how extensive Lyza's subjugation of her brother becomes. I love all of the mind games she is playing and how she is keeping her brother completely off balance and intimidated. More please. K+
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Hopefully this story will continue
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I am also solemly hoping for a continuation!
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I’m sorry, commissions are taking up all my time now and I don’t think I’ll able to continue this in the foreseeable future.
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I’m sorry, commissions are taking up all my time now and I don’t think I’ll able to continue this in the foreseeable future.
Sorry for that. But I think we all hope that the story continues.
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so any chance of a new chapter?
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Still hoping for a new chapter.
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I love this story and credits to both writers. I stumbled upon the story a few weeks ago and was fascinated. I like the changing POW between the "Big" brother and the "little" sister.
I' tried to adapt the story into a comic. The result you can see here: https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=717344.0 (https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=717344.0). Actual you can see the first parts but step by step I want to add the following parts.
Yours
Peter
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I love this story and credits to both writers. I stumbled upon the story a few weeks ago and was fascinated. I like the changing POW between the "Big" brother and the "little" sister.
I' tried to adapt the story into a comic. The result you can see here: https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=717344.0 (https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=717344.0). Actual you can see the first parts but step by step I want to add the following parts.
Yours
Peter
Wow good job. Really loved your blog :) I had a bit different ending in mind but didn't have time to finish the story
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Wow good job. Really loved your blog :) I had a bit different ending in mind but didn't have time to finish the story
Thanks. I am glad that you like my adaptation. :heart:
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I love
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Peter
Wow good job. Really loved your blog :) I had a bit different ending in mind but didn't have time to finish the story
Interesting.
What kind of diffrent ending did you have in mind?
It would be fun if Rebecca, the hottie from the gym, joined the action.
Or a real one-on-one match between skinny brother and his sis.
It would also be fun to have a tag-team match between the brother and the dad vs Lyza and one of her gymnastic friends
Or the dad tries to help his son against Lysa and ends up pinned as well?