My Big Sister (Short Story (Patreon)

My Big Sister

Written By SteeleBlazer

So let me tell you a little story about the biggest, most humiliating, and shameful thing that ever happened to me…

I was walking down the hallway of my house when I heard loud music, heavy breathing, and grunting coming from the garage. I opened the door and saw my little sister, Emily, lifting weights. She was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, but I could tell she had become bigger and stronger. Just how much bigger and stronger, I couldn’t really tell… even though I could see she was lifting a pair of dumbbells that I myself struggled to lift.

But, really… I mean… how big and strong could she really have gotten? She’s just a girl—and my little sister—I kept telling myself over and over again in my head.

So yeah, I was angry that my little sister had somehow gotten so big and strong. It’s just not right—I mean, who does she think she is? I’m the big brother, and those were my weights.

So, I was also pretty angry that she had been using my weights without my permission. I yelled at her to get out and to stop using my weights, but she refused.

She just smiled and said, “Why? You never use them.” I was about to respond when she took off her sweatshirt and that is when my eyes bulged out. Her body was tight and trim, her muscles toned and taut, but even more impressively her muscles were huge! I could barely believe it was the same girl I had grown up with, I couldn’t believe my little sister had grown huge muscles.

She looked strong, and I won’t lie—I was more than a little intimidated by those muscles of hers. Perhaps maybe even a little jealous, too. And I can tell you, being the bigger brother, I just didn’t think it was right that my little sister was using my weights behind my back.

And so I decided I’d get back at her and remind her that not only were those my weights, but that I was her bigger brother. I yelled at her to go on and get out. But she just crossed her arms and looked at me.

She was daring me to do something about it. And again, I couldn’t help but notice how those brawny arms of hers bulged when she crossed them—just like I couldn’t help but be a bit jealous of those buff arms of hers. My arms don’t bulge like that…

But still, I figured I’d show her I was still her bigger brother.

            I wasn’t opposed to doing a little bit of manhandling to my little sister… only thing is, she was opposed to it—and boy, oh boy, did she ever oppose me.

I tried to force her out, but she was too strong for me. That’s when she started to tease me. She said, “I’m your big sister now. I’m stronger than you and you’re my little brother.”

The words stung, and I felt my face flush with anger. But maybe I was flushing because by then she had twisted my arms to my sides and thrown one of her hefty arms around my neck, locking me into a humiliating headlock. And as hard as her words might have stung, they weren’t half as hard as that hard bicep of hers.

Ouch… it really did hurt.

But I don’t know which truly hurt more—those words of hers or that headlock. Okay—yeah, the headlock actually hurt way, way, way worse!

And she wrenched my head and neck with her burly arms, squeezing and squeezing me—squeezing me nearly senseless—all while giggling and laughing about how easy I was to manhandle.

But that isn’t how it was supposed to happen. I was supposed to have manhandled her. I’m the bigger brother, and she’s my little sister. She’s not supposed to be able to manhandle me!

It was then I learned that I might be her older brother, but she was my big sister now.

She had become so strong, and I was so far behind… I was eating her dust—only, actually, with her bicep pressed into and smashing my face, I was literally eating that rock-hard bicep of hers. And struggle as I did—and I struggled as hard as I could—I knew I couldn’t break free or escape that humiliating headlock hold.

I also knew that I would have to start working out and actually using my weights if I wanted to be big and strong like her.

Such a silly thought, wanting to be big and strong like your little... Well... Younger sister. But, when your younger, but far stronger and far more muscular sister has you trapped in a headlock, you’ll have some weird and strange and silly thoughts. 

There was no escaping the hard truth: my not-so-little sister was a real hardbody, and way stronger than me. Just like there was no escape for me from the headlock she had me in. I squirmed and tried to get free, but her grip was too strong.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get more humiliating… it did. She started giving me noogies and teased me that she’d release me if I’d just say “it”!

They say what comes around goes around. Just like how my sister’s knuckled hand went round and round the top of my head, giving me noogies—just like how I used to tease her and do the same to her, making her scream “Uncle!” over and over again until I released her. It made me laugh and feel big and strong.

Only now, with our situations reversed, I wasn’t laughing—and I sure as heck wasn’t feeling so big and strong.

But I sure was screaming…

I screamed out, “Uncle!” 

Emily just laughed and said, “No, I’m a girl, so you say auntie!” 

Now, as humiliating as that was—and as much as it hurt—I wasn’t about to scream “Auntie.” I mean, a man has to have some pride, and you can only push a man so far before he snaps.

So she squeezed me again, this time even harder and more painful, and I really feared she just might snap my skinny little neck. So I squealed out, “Auntie! Auntie!” as fast and as loud as I could.

Which, with her bicep crushing my neck in a steely, muscular stranglehold, came out all garbled. Lucky for me—if you could call being manhandled by your little sister in a humiliating headlock lucky—she understood what I said… or rather, what I squealed and squeaked out.

            Emily just laughed and released me and I stumbled backwards, panting and sweating. I couldn’t believe it. She was so strong! I was jealous of her strength and I knew she knew it. 

“Come on, feel my muscles,” she said, flexing her arms. I reluctantly obliged and touched her arm. It was hard as a rock.

“Wow,” I said. “You’ve gotten really strong.”

Which was quite the understatement, considering she had just manhandled me so effortlessly—but I really didn’t want to overstate things or admit to her just how strong we both knew she actually was.

Emily just smirked and said, “Yeah, I have. And I’m not done yet. I’m gonna get even stronger.” I just nodded and looked away, not wanting to admit how jealous I was of her strength. While also gulping a bit at the realization that she wanted to become even stronger.

“Now, go on and get out of her ya little runt, and let me finish my workout!” Emily said while giving me a firm had slap on my back. The force of which sent me doubling over.

“What, no way!” I said to Emily. “I want to work out and lift weights now.” And I really did—I wanted to work out and grow bigger and stronger than her, and prove to her that I was still, and would always be, her bigger brother…

But she just smirked and crossed those big, brawny, buff arms of hers, and they bulged so effortlessly that she didn’t even need to lift an itty-bitty finger to intimidate me. All she needed to do was flex.

“I know you do, lil’ brother. But you’re going to have to wait until your big sister finishes her workout,” she said to me as she grinned and gave her arms a big, powerful flex.

“But, those are my weights.” I said to her.

“Yeah, but I actually use em.” She said to me as she gave one of my lanky arms a squeeze with her hand.

She really gave me a good, firm squeeze to emphasize her point, and to further drive it home, she brought up one of her beefy arms alongside mine and gave me an up-close-and-personal flex.

A bit too personal—and painful—not only from the squeeze, but from seeing that great big bicep of hers.

“OUCH! Don’t be so rough!” I told her.

She just laughed and released me from her grip and said “Sorry, didn’t realize how weak you are. You are supposed to be my big brother.” 

“I am your big brother…” I mumbled halfheartedly as I rubbed my arm. Then, sheepishly and timidly, I asked her, “But why can’t we work out together?”

“Because, I don’t want you to learn my secret about, how I got bigger and stronger than you.” She told me and when I asked her just what her secret was. She laughed and told me it was hard work, and then she flexed those rock-hard biceps of hers again.

“So, then why can’t I stay?” I asked her again, really, really pleading with her and begging her.

“It’s so I don’t have to smell ya, and also have you sweating all over my weights.” She told me.

“But, those are my weights!” I began to tell her, but she just stopped me and did another one of her powerful flexes. 

This time bringing both of her arms down in front of her together in a powerful flexing pose as she said to me. “Yeah, and might makes right. So scram, before I really show you what these Mighty Female Muscles of mine can do to you!”

I just gulped and while I did try to protest. She’d had enough and she just grabbed me by shoulders and shoved me out through the door. Slamming it shut right in my face. It was humiliating. It was humbling, and I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time my little sister would tease and manhandle me.

And you want to know the sad truth of the matter… not that she’s still stronger than me, but that she’s even stronger than me than before. And the truth is, she’s manhandled me many, many times since then, and made me cry “Auntie” each and every time…

Only—you want to know what she calls it when she manhandles me and makes me cry “Auntie”?

She calls it Woman-Handling.

Just like she now calls me her lil’ brother—and makes me call her my big sister!