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A Superior Sister's Redemption

Started by Biceps108, July 19, 2021, 08:29:20 PM

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Biceps108

So, this concept has been in my head for a while. I decided to just go with, without any real plan. If anyone has any feedback or opinions on where this should go, feel free to let me know. The basic concept is as following; a superior sister does something terrible to her brother, but later on seeks redemption. Have fun!

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Jake and Jenny couldn't be more opposite of each other.

That was a fundamental law in the Bakers household. Comparing the two twins, as many did due to their stark differences, was like comparing day to night. Both brother and sister were different – simple as that.

You see, she was the better child. It was a bitter bill for Jake to swallow, but early on he'd learned to accept his reality. Jenny was more accomplished than he was.

During their childhood, she'd participated in several swimming contests, before moving on to gymnastics, and then cheerleading later on during high school. She'd won either gold or silver during every single one of those. By now, their father's study was filled to the brim with trophies, medals and other awards; all neatly stacked on a special shelf. Jenny had excelled at these sports, and would probably perform similarly in others. She was also the cheerleader captain of their school. A position that she'd gained after only a single year, seeing as she outperformed every other member of the team.

Jake was anything but athletic, on the other hand. He used to play tennis when he was younger, but stopped after a while since he never really improved. He was a bit of a klutz; unable to maintain his balance, or just bad in general. The technically older sibling – by several seconds – hadn't won a single prize. The only thing he contributed to the study was a consolation tennis ball, which all kids got after leaving the club, and a self-made mug.

Neither were put on the shelf.

As if that wasn't enough, Jenny was far more popular at school – and not just for being a cheerleader. She was smart and got good grades all the time. She was quite pretty and got the attention of both boys and girls alike. She was one of the tallest girls of her grade. She got along with everyone.

Meanwhile, Jake was on the bottom of the hierarchy. Most people didn't know he even existed, and he had only a handful of friends. Being the brother of such an accomplished figure as Jenny was daunting, to say the least. Therefore he'd developed an inferiority complex, making it more difficult to make new friends. There were a few instances where they'd only cared about his connection to Jenny; those moments were the worst. It was utterly humiliating to have someone walk over to you, make friendly conversation and raising your hopes to gain another pal – only to be crushed as they asked for your sister's number.

It sucked.

It really, really sucked.

But eventually he got used to it. At school, he kept his head low and stayed close to his fellow geeks. At home, he was quiet while eating at the dinner table, as Jenny told their parents about her deeds. They'd praise her for being so perfect, which was disheartening. However, Jake was glad that his parents didn't forget him. They might favor Jenny slightly, but they tried their best to remain impartial – as difficult as it was. The young teenager didn't go unloved.

Anyway, today was a day like any other. He went to school, and came home after visiting the local comic books store with his best friends. They liked to discuss superheroes and whatnot, while checking if there were any new issues. One of his pals was into manga, too. Jake had promised to give it a try one day.

He closed the front door behind him, and dropped his backpack next to the stairs. Jake planned on going upstairs in a minute or two. First, he was going to get something to drink. It was a warm day after all. Walking the long road back to their house had left him thirsty. A bit exhausted, too.

The lone geek quickly headed for the kitchen, while thinking about which game to play this afternoon. Mister Thompson hadn't given a lot of homework for once, meaning that he could sit back and relax after working for school. Luckily he wasn't dumb. Sure, his sister was the one who always scored perfect grades, but he was no slouch either. In fact, schoolwork was probably one of the only things that he could measure up to.

Jake sighed contently as he drank from a can of soda. The cold drink was refreshing in this weather, and he fanned himself a little to cool down some more. He wasn't just sweating because of the heat. Due to having low stamina and endurance, Jake was the type of guy to get winded after long physical activity. And walking down the road, while carrying a dozen of comic books in his skinny arms plus his backpack, certainly exhausted him.

"Have you heard about Carl and Steve yet?"

"You mean how they're totally into each other? Not as if it's a big secret. About time, though!"

"No kidding. I was going crazy, with how they just danced around each other."

Wait. Those were unfamiliar voices. They were also distinctively female, if his mind didn't play tricks on him.

Before Jake had the opportunity to move, three girls suddenly entered the living room, which was connected to the kitchen through an open doorway. He recognized the two strangers as members of the cheerleading team, but didn't really know their names. The leader of the trio, however, was an all too familiar sight.

"Oh. Hi, Jenny." He said quietly, unsure how to act.

This was the first time she'd brought friends over while he was here, and it scared him a little. Especially since the cheerleaders were really pretty. Jake had zero experience with the opposite sex, aside from a close friend and his sister.

Speaking of which, Jenny raised a delicate eyebrow as she approached. "Jake? Back home already, I see. Thought you'd be gone for a while."

Dressed in her cheerleader outfit, which consisted out of a top that exposed her abdomen and a skirt that showed off some leg, she made for quite the figure. Jenny shared their mother's golden hair, which she'd tied up in a long ponytail. Her eyes were brown – just like his – which they got from their father's side of the gene pool. Despite being twins, Jenny was far more attractive than he was. Her skin was healthier, her teeth were more perfect and she just radiated a sense of gentle beauty. Unlike his plainness.

"This is your brother, Jenny?" One of the girls asked in disbelief. She pointed a dark-skinned finger at him. "Wow. I mean, I know you two are twins, but you look nothing alike!"

The red-haired cheerleader of the group nodded in agreement. "Yeah! He's so skinny and... meh."

Jake's ears burned with embarrassment, indignation and shame. Their comments weren't new; he'd heard them before during middle school. But they still hurt. The pain infused in those syllables never went away, no matter how many times he received them.

"Now that you mention it..." Jenny put a hand on her hip, cocked it, and looked down on him; both literally and figuratively. She was half a head taller than him. Her beautiful brown eyes stared with a strange emotion that thoroughly unnerved him. "He's always been like that, actually. You should have seen him when he played tennis. It would take less than five minutes for him to start huffing and puffing, while trying to keep up with his opponent. Suffice to say that he wasn't any good at it."

"Sheesh. That's lame."

He felt trapped between the kitchen counter and these three. Jake wanted to escape to his room, where he'd be safe. And if that wasn't possible, then he hoped that they would lose interest soon.

The relationship between him and Jenny was... difficult. Strenuous too, sometimes. They used to be quite close when they were toddlers, to be honest. Their mom often reminisced about how they'd hug each other while sleeping, or how they played with each other in the bathtub. Yet as the years passed by, they became somewhat estranged as Jenny focused on her sports and friends. Jake turned to his own hobbies, and no longer knew how to approach her.

One of the girls walked over to him and prodded his arm. "So weak! You don't eat a lot, don't you? There's barely any muscle."

"You mean there's none, Betty. He's like a twig compared to Jenny."

Technically, she spoke the truth. Because she played sports since a young age, and was still very active, Jenny's body was far more muscular than a normal teenage girl. Jake also thought genetics played a role. Whereas he barely gained any weight or muscle, she seemed to pack on mass quite easily.

The blonde girl possessed a pair of killer legs. They were long, smooth and surprisingly defined. Her calves stuck out like small spheres, and her thighs were impressively thick. But it wasn't fat that made them so wide. On the contrary, it was hard muscle that did the trick. Jenny's quads were noticeable even from afar, while her hamstrings were decently exercised. She turned heads whenever she walked around in jeans or tight pants. Partially because of her firm glutes, which were a nice round shape.

Jake's sister also had a well-muscled upper body. Her arms were thick with lean mass, and her biceps – somewhere around the size of a tennis ball – stood out whenever she didn't wear sleeves. Even now he could see their distinct shape, bulging as she crossed her arms. Jenny's shoulders were broad, too. Not to a degree that made her as wide as an amateur bodybuilder, but there was no denying the size of her striated delts.

And her most impressive muscles were currently on display; a solid six-pack consisting out of hard, dense brick-shaped lumps. Each individual abdominal was a work of art. Even a fitness fanatic couldn't hope to gain such amazing abs, and they'd turn green with jealousy if they saw Jenny.

"Um, I think... I think I'll go now." Jake said timidly.

The dark-skinned girl, Betty, grinned slyly. "But we've only just met. Why not stay a bit longer?"

"Yeah! Entertain us, whatever-your-name-is." The second cheerleader added. They were in the way, preventing him from leaving the kitchen. "Come on, Jen. Let's show this dweeb who's boss!"

There was a split second of hesitation on Jenny's attractive face. Her brother gave her a desperate look, as if silently pleading to say no.

Those hopes were crushed, however, as she smiled a toothy grin.

"You know what? Sure! Let's have some fun, girls."


ロリコン

do not have anything special to say for now, i just hope for a wholesome ending

Wookey

F&ck I hate bullies.  Male or female. 

IBP

This one gut-hit me in the feels to start because I am that guy and I was bullied, but in the end maybe it's the twisting around of all that makes it hot. Even though it's cause me pain IRL, in fantasy and fetish I always enjoy unfairness and superiority very hot. Taking what got you down and twisting it around however that may happen so that you get pleasure from it, one way or another.
Really enjoy your writing. Looking forward to seeing if this develops.

wowser1016

Not sure where this is going or how the brother-sister relationship is going to work out but I certainly hope brother comes out of it ok.

taoschild

Excellent writing and though I worry about where the story is going, I'm intrigued enough to continue reading . I hope it strays from the usual bully narrative tho.
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Sounder9-

A nice start. It really puts in perspective both characters. Keep it up!

phil123

Would like to read what fun the girls have in mind.

JangoFitt5

I was very curious about what would happen next. Should it be left unfinished like this? :) :)

Jdrabbit1

I predict one of two things.  Either her two friends will step over a line and she will kick the crap out of them, or her two friends get sweet on him, probably because he's hung like a horse.

Sicod