-Sean J.

When I was 18 my dad sat me down and talked seriously about me getting into shape. Both my mom and he were hardcore athletes in high school and college. He talked to me as if he was ashamed to that his 18 year old son was a soft, skinny kid. "Don't you want to get a good looking girl Sean? The really good looking girls go for the guys who look like Brad Pitt, not like some skinny monkey boy, like you." He joked.
I was kind of hurt but I couldn't let my dad see that I was.
"Even your mother is probably stronger than you. What if your friends find that out?" He said.
I didn't really have any friends to be completely honest. My mom was a nice lady, and a loving mom, so she would never ever want to humiliate her son. She had been an all-around athlete in high school and she was an all-american sprinter and soccer player in college. Even though I was 18 and pretty much a grown man, I knew, and she knew she could still punish her puny son if she needed to. Most guys became stronger than their mom when they turned 14 or so, but not me. My mom was jacked muscle woman, who still worked out every day of her life.
"Son, I'm buying a home gym, it's called a bowflex." he said.
"Yea, I've seen the commercials." I replied.
"Well, in 6 months I want you looking like those guys in the commercials, OK?" He said.
"Yes dad."
"Alright, it should get here tomorrow, I'll put it together and show you how to use it." He explained.
"Sounds good" I said half heartedly. I hated weight training and working out. As a matter of fact I despised it.

Sure enough, the next day arrived and so did the bowflex in a big box. My dad had it together in about and hour and told me to get ready to start working out. He showed me how to do all the excercises and let me have at it. My dad was a very busy lawyer and didn't have time to supervisor my work outs, but trusted me to work out everyday. I stuck with it for about a week, and that's it. One morning I woke up and heard someone using the bowflex machine. Mom and Dad were both at work. The only other person home was my sister Amy. I got out of bed and headed downstairs, passing the guest room with the bowflex. Sure enough, my 16 year old sister Amy, was awkwardly trying out the machine. I just chuckled to myself a little and continued downstairs.

Amy and I were typical teenage siblings. We often fought, argued, and I pushed her around a lot. She acted like she hated me, but I didn't care too much. That's actually how I found out how much stronger Mom was than me. One day Amy had pissed me off and I had tackled her. I was pulling her hair, while she screamed for Mom to save her. My Mom was nearby, lucky for Amy. With one strong arm, Mom grabbed the back of my jeans by the belt, hoisted me off the ground and threw me off my sister, like I was a sack of potatoes.

I was so surprised that I didn't really do anything, but Mom climbed on top of me, grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and pinned them over my head. I squirmed and fought but her one arm was stronger than both of my arms, and WAY stronger. She laughed at me "Amy, what do you say we get Sean back.?" Mom joked.
"Yeah!!" Cheered Amy. She ran over towards us with the intention to torture my body somehow, but Mom stopped her.
"Ah ah, I was just kidding sweetie. Go upstairs please." Amy looked disappointed, but she turned and went upstairs. My Mom watched her up the stairs then turned to me.
"I love you son, but don't hurt your sister. I will protect her if I have to." She said giving me a sweet but intimidating smile, as she had her nearly grown son pinned helplessly to the floor. She got off me and walked casually upstairs. I was pretty humiliated but I put it out of my head as quickly as I could.

The humiliation that took place that day would prove to be a nothing to what took place in our home over the next several months. We had had the bowflex for about a year. I had used it maybe a dozen times, at best. At first my dad was angry that I wasn't using it regularly, then he grew tired and left me alone. He thought I used it more than I did though, because many nights as he was going to bed he would hear the machine going, but it wasn't me using it. Amy had started using almost every day I figured. Every night I was around she would be on it. She talked about how fun it was and much better she got at it, but I didn't pay any attention. I think it bothered my dad that she was more into it than I was.

One summer morning, as usual I woke up and made my way to the bathroom to take a leak. Like every morning I heard the bowflex clanging, as my sister pumped away on it. I did my business, washed my face and left the bathroom heading down the stairs for breakfast. As I started down the stairs, Amy came out of the work out room. Her back was to me as she walked to her room, but I noticed she was a lot bigger than I had ever noticed before. For a second I even thought she was my mom. I guess I figured that Amy was only using the machine to keep her girlish figure to impress the high school boys. I was wrong. She looked kind of buff, at least from behind. She walked into her room and closed the door behind her. I paused for a second thinking how horrible it would be if Amy ever became stronger than myself. Then I smiled, knowing it would never happen, and continued downstairs.

Later that day, probably because of the advancements I saw on Amy for a brief time, I got in a mood to work out. I went into the bowflex room and started doing some workouts. I only did the ones that seemed easiest to me. I did a leg press work out, bicep curl, lat pull down, bench press. As I started doing the bench press my sister walked in, it kind of startled me, but her entrance didn't scare me as much as what I actually saw. Something I don't know how I had missed before.
"Sorry, I left my hair tie." she said.
"Oh, uuhh, cool." I was speechless. My sister had changed into her cardio outfit to go on a run. She was wearing tiny, spandex runnning shorts, and a t-shirt. The sleeves on her t-shirt were rolled up to the lower part of her shoulders, and the bottom of the shirt was tied into a knot showing her stomach a few inches above her belly button.

The first thing I noticed was six amazing square muscles poking out on her stomach. Not an ounce of fat was visible on her washboard abs. They looked just as hard and cut as brick on a building. My eyes caught sight of her arms as she walked by. Her biceps and triceps weren't huge but they visibly bulged out of her skin. I thick vein poked through the skin violently which ran from her wrist all the way up the side of her bicep underneath the sleeve. She looked like a little bodybuilder or something. Though her upper body was amazing, her most impressive body part was her legs. They were almost a little disporportionate to her body. You could see every tiny little muscle jutting out of the front and back of her thighs. As she walked they flexed, jumped, and popped all over the place, dominating the room. Her calves were bigger than and more ripped than most sprinter's calves I had been watching in the Olympics. My mouth went dry. My body went numb thinking about how strong my 16 year old sister must be now.

Her muscles were for real, they didn't look like they were for show. They looked like they possessed applicable power. After she left I was in no mood to work out anymore. I was horribly distraught. I could only think about one thing. Her body and how much bigger she was than me. How much more muscular she was than me and how much stronger she had to be. My sister who was 2 years younger than me and not even a freshman in high school yet.

I went to my room to play video games and sulk in the new bad news. About and hour later there was a knock on my bedroom door. It was Amy. Oh my god her legs looked so pumped and the sweat glistened all over her muscles.
"Hey Sean, I was just wondering" she said as she pulled the little ipod earphones out of her ears. "Remember how we used to wrestle so I could practice my Jiu Jitsu moves?" She asked with a smile.
"Uh...yea" I said as my voice cracked a little and my heart started pounding simply at the sight of her dominant body.
"Well, can we do that again? I need the practice and it was kind of fun, I don't know why we ever stopped." 
"Oh, ummm...sure we can do that. Just let me know" I tried to turn back to my video games hoping the conversation was over and that she'd forget. See, a number of years ago my mom and dad approached us both about picking a sport to get involved in. I picked baseball, but I was horrible, no athletisism at all. Amy picked karate, which turned into Brazilian Jiu Jitsu submission wrestling. For a girl her size she was very good at it. She could beat every boy in her age group mostly because she was quick and athletic, like my parents. She would practice on me, but that ended because she was never strong enough to put any moves on me so it was worthless to her. The story was surely different now.
"How about right now?"
"Ummm, well, I'm kinda..."
"Kinda what? You're playing video games, let's go, we're both already in work out clothes, let's go, please!!!!"
"Uhhh, ok...fine." I conceded.
"Yeah!!" she clapped her hands. "Rec room floor in the basement?"
"Whatever, it doesn't matter."
Somehow my sister ignored or didn't care about how much bigger she looked than me, she didn't mention it at all though it was completely obvious. This was it. There is no way in hell I was going to hold this muscle girl off, and she was going to find out how much stronger she was than me. I tried thinking of any reason to back out as we made are way to the basement, but it was too late, I was stuck.
"Ok, stand over there and we'll just start, you know the drill, just keep me from putting a hold on you just like the old days." she said.
She started right away, we locked arms together and started pulling on each other. The second my hands grabbed a hold of her rock hard biceps my knees went weak. I couldn't believe it was actually human flesh I was touching, much less that of a 16 year old girl. Her arms felt like oak trees. She pulled me violently towards her and with one mighty toss, slung me to the ground onto my back. In what seemed like less than a second she maneuvered her athletic legs across my chest and pulled my arm out towards her into an arm-bar. In an instance the sharpest pain I had ever felt shot from my elbow out to my finger tips and shoulder. I screamed louder than I ever have, kicking, pounding my other arm, shaking my whole lower body trying to get free.
"Tapout!" she yelled. "Tapout if it hurts."
I quickly smacked my hand against her legs of steel, as she promptly released me from the excrutiating hold.
"Sorry, I've never made you tap out before, I guess that's why you didn't know how." she said. I saw that she had a slight grin on her face as she got to her feet, though she was trying to hide it. It's as if she knew something was up. I didn't have a chance, she had overpowered me with barely any effort.

I finally climbed to my feet and faced her again.
"I just have a couple more I have to practice." she assured. She went right for it again. I tried a little harder this time. I tried to be a little bit more squirrely to avoid her attempts. That worked for a mere 5 seconds or so. With me in a headlock sort of thing she scooped up one of my legs, lifted me a couple feet into the air and slammed me back to the floor onto my back. I scrambled to avoid any hold she could put me in, but forget quickness, her sheer power overwhelmed me in less than a second. She locked one of my legs up with both of her legs, stepped around to stand above me, and then fell onto her back pulling my leg into a heal lock hold. With her hands she twisted my ankle causing an equal amount of pain as I had just felt in my elbow. This time I was smart enough to tap out immediately, except this time she didn't release the hold. I again started to scream.
"Ahhh, let go, I'm tapping!!!!!!!" I yelled in horrible pain. She didn't flinch, so I begged. "Amy please God I'm tapping!!! You're gonna break my leg!" She released the pressure a little and looked up at me. I was propped up on my elbows looking at her. She had a scary smile on her face. I had never been so terrified in my life, then she asked it.
"Am I stronger than you?"
"Ah, I...don't...know." I muttered through a pained face.
"Brother, am I stronger than you?" she asked again. I nodded my head 'yes'. She increased the pressure back to full force as she said: "Ok, well, I want to hear it."
"Of course, you are stronger, look at you, you're twice my fucking size! Please Amy, let go, I'll do anything!!!!." I screamed . She had turned me into a helpless child. It was ironic, only a year ago I was beating her up. Now she had 100% physical control over me. She let go of my leg.
"Sean, this is awesome. I am 4 years younger than you and stronger than you. Not to mention I'm a girl and your sister." She chuckled to herself a little. I had nothing to say. "You know what this means don't you? You have to do what I say. You have to obey my every command, or I will make you beg and make you squirm and make you cry just like I did now. Understood?" She said as she kneeled down to whisper this threat in my ear. I nodded silently as tears started forming and trickling down my cheeks. "What makes it even better is I know you're not going to tell mom or dad, they're already ashamed of how weak you are."
"Oh, boy" she continued. "Anything I say goes...let's take this concept for a test drive shall we?" I looked up from the floor for the first time in a few minutes.
"Wha-what do you mean?" I said terrified.
"Get up onto your knees." She commanded. Obviously I didn't hesitate. She stepped forward putting her stomach at my eye level. "Kiss my abs." she said quietly, but sternly. She was going for some pretty harsh humiliation. I cringed, but moved forward, afraid if I didn't obey swiftly she would hurt me. I pressed my lips against one of the prominent bricks popping out of the skin on her stomach. "There are six Sean." she giggled as without hesitation I came full circle and kissed all six blocks of solid muscle on her stomach.

She then made me lick them. After that, I kissed and licked almost every muscle on her body including each rock hard bicep, her triceps, butt, each of the steel cable like muscles in her quads and her diamond shaped calves as she flexed them up and down. To finish off the humiliation she picked me up into her big arms like I was a newborn baby and carried me all the way upstairs to my room.

She laid me down onto my bed and kissed me on the forehead. "One more thing Sean, this is way too much fun to be a one time occurence. I'll probably do this to you pretty often. If you put up too much of a fight I'll humiliate you anyway and then punish you accordingly, but don't worry, it'll only be in private. I'm not that cruel. We can keep this between you and I."

She stopped as she left my room, "Oh, and I never EVER want to see you using the bowflex, that machine is mine. If I do, I will put you through a hell you might not able to handle." She left and closed the door behind her. I thought my life was over. It might as well have been given the new situation at home.

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