Sister Sister Part 2
After the incident in the basement, I became very withdrawn. I could really have expected Sharon to be stronger than me. She had worked out for years and was always the fit one of the family, but Kelly was only 15 and I never noticed her excel in any sporting activity.
The first mention of the incident was one night while Sharon and myself were watching T.V.
"Jamie, about what happened in the basement" she began. I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and she sensed it. "I’m sorry about what I did, I should never have abused my strength like I did".
This approach took me by surprise. I had lived with the fear that Sharon would become some kind of bully, yet she seemed genuinely sorry about the way she had hurt and embarrassed me.
All the problems I had feared had now subsided, and I decided to start lifting with Sharon in order to restore some pride in the family. It seemed kind of weird lifting with my sister but what the hell, she was the expert. I was making good progress over the next few weeks and I found myself lifting even when Sharon was out. Everything was great until my old fears re-appeared in a form that I honestly could never have expected.
It was one Saturday afternoon. Sharon was out at her aerobics class, so I took the opportunity to lift some weights down in the basement.
As I was pumping out my reps on the bench, I was startled by laughter from the doorway. I looked over and saw Kelly and her friend watching me. Her friend was nudging Kelly and whispering to her "go on then". Kelly looked a bit embarrassed and there was an uneasy silence before her friend broke the deadlock. "Kelly tells me she can beat you in an arm wrestle".
I suddenly felt very faint, but surely by now I would be stronger than her, after all, I had been working out like a maniac for weeks. I agreed to the match and we slowly moved into the arm wrestling position. As we joined hands, I noticed that Kelly now had a very pumped bicep, she had obviously been working out too. Last time out, I had the excuse that I had been lazy, but this time I was in good condition, no excuse this time would be justified.
The match was much closer than the last time. If she had thought that I wasn’t trying last time, she knew I was giving it my all this time out. I was giving it 100% concentration despite the distraction of her giggling friend. Although I wasn’t in any trouble, I wasn't able to push her back either. It was a true stalemate which lasted for about 5 minutes. My arm was burning, had this not been my little sister, I would have opted for defeat as I was starting to experience real burning pain all up my arm. "Wanna call it a draw" I whispered. This brought a large smile to Kelly's face. She knew I was in trouble and this gave her an immediate lift. Her bicep seemed to explode into life and had a similar look to the flexed arm of Sharon. My nightmare was about to happen, Kelly gained the advantage and my energy was spent. Within seconds, I went from a steady stalemate to instant defeat. My arm was limp, Kelly jumped up in delight and flexed for her young friend. I had never seen her flex before and was amazed at the advancements she must have made since our last match. As if my embarrassment was not already enough, Kelly's friend asked to see my arm flexed. I barely managed to lift it up and flex. My 15 year old sister had muscles which were the same size, or maybe even bigger than mine.
Several weeks had passed since the second match, and I felt happy that Kelly had got the whole thing out of her system. The next time we would arm wrestle, would be when I knew for sure that I could beat her.
The next surprise came as we were at the breakfast table one morning, when, in front of the whole family, Kelly asked for me to arm wrestle her. Mum and Dad laughed, me and Sharon looked at each other as we knew what was going to happen. Kelly beat me as I half expected, but it was the manner of her victory which scared me. She beat me relatively easily and seemed to be getting pleasure out of my embarrassment. Dad was obviously ashamed of my defeat, but not as much as I was. I decided to ask Sharon to speak with Kelly. We both agreed that Kelly was getting high on the fact that she could overpower me, and we both agreed that this was not good. Sharon could have kicked my ass anytime from being about 17, but had never done or wanted to do so. Kelly though was showing all the signs of turning into a classic bully.
Sharon spoke with her one evening and came back to report to me. The outcome was not good. "I'm sorry to say this Jamie, but she is enjoying the fact that she is stronger than a 21 year old guy and has no plans to ease up.
Over the next few weeks, Kelly approached me to arm wrestle several times. Each time she seemed to beat me with increased ease. I was working out like mad, yet she was pulling away from me in terms of strength. The arm wrestling defeats were becoming increasingly common, but I didn’t mind that much. They were always in private, and I was getting used to it and was using it as a measure to my own improvements. Then one Friday evening, things were to take a turn that I had dreaded all along.
We had just armwrestled with Kelly winning, when she asked me a question which disturbed me greatly. "Remember when Sharon pinned you down in the basement?"….."Yes" I sheepishly replied.
"Well, do you think I could do it?" This was my 15 year old sister talking about physically dominating her 21 year old brother. This should not have been happening. Whatever my response, I knew what she wanted to do to me, so I replied, "Look Kelly, I know how strong you are getting, please don’t do this".
This was a bad response. She knew that I was scared of her and she jumped into action grabbing me from behind around the neck. "Am I as strong as Sharon?" she questioned.
"Stop it Kelly" I coughed", "I can’t breathe". Kelly was laughing, she was really enjoying this. When Sharon had hurt me, she did it because she felt that she had to, this was different, this was for pleasure. Kelly released the hold, but as I gasped for breath, she applied a bear hug on me. Again, I struggled for air. "Please Kelly, why are you doing this?" I pleaded.
"I am 15, yet I am stronger than you, I can make you do whatever I want" she stated. She was right. I was helpless at her mercy. Again she released, only to apply another hold. This time she pinned me down face first on the floor and held my arm behind my back.
"O.K. lets try something" she said as she applied pressure to my arm.
"Repeat after me… Kelly is the strongest girl I have ever met"
"And she has bigger muscles than Jamie"
Again I complied. I had little other option other than face the prospect of explaining a broken arm.
After several minutes of this ‘game’, she let me go. "Just remember Jamie, I can do this anytime I want… and I will" she said with alarming menace in her voice.
I was in a terrible position. There was nothing I could do. My only hope was to tell Sharon and see if she would stop what was happening. Sharon agreed to confront Kelly.
I walked in after work one night, to find Kelly and Sharon rowing in the front room. They had agreed to arm wrestle best of 3 to see if Kelly would leave me alone. To Sharon's amazement (and mine), Kelly was level at 1 match each.
I think Sharon was more devastated than what I was after my initial loss. Kelly stopped the heated arm wrestling mid way through their decider.
"Ah just what we need, a referee" said Kelly. Before I could ask what was happening, the 2 girls were wrestling free for all in our front room. Sharon was the bigger of the two by a way, but Kelly was holding her own. Both girls tried for pins, and submissions. Each time a hold was applied, the other would react frantically to escape, knowing what each other was capable of. Sharon managed to get on top of Kelly and pin her arms down. Surely this was over. As Sharon began to wrap her legs round Kelly's waist I prayed for her to put an end to Kelly's nasty streak. Sharon was in the controlling position and I remember thinking to myself that surely the submission was only a matter of time. It was to may absolute amazement that Kelly started to force Sharon's arms back up, she was actually stronger than Sharon, this was incredible. From her arms being pinned, she had managed to lift them upright despite Sharon using her strength and weight. She struggled free and the girls carried on wrestling.
After 25 minutes of action, the 2 girls were looking exhausted, when suddenly Kelly flipped Sharon over onto her back. She dived on top of Sharon and pinned her arms down. This time the legs were applied to the waistline and Sharon screamed in pain. Kelly had Sharon’s arms pinned by the wrists, she was helpless. Sharon strained but could not raise her arms from the floor with Kelly pinning them by the wrists.
"Right Sis, I am the strongest in this house now. If I want to kick your ass, or Jamie's there is very little you two can do about it. I enjoy my strength and I will display it however and whenever I want."
This was the outcome I dreaded down in the pit of my stomach.
"So Sharon, who is strongest?" Kelly demanded.
Through the gritted teeth, in terrible pain, Sharon mumbled, "You are Kelly, please let go".
My head dropped as Kelly released the arms of Sharon but kept squeezing with the legs. She flexed a double bicep pose, to show us both her biceps which were now at least on par with Sharon's and defiantly bigger than mine. After the frantic struggle that had just gone on, she was pumped and veins were now popping out all over. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Kelly had the physique, or at least the arms, of a serious veteran bodybuilder.
I knew then, that the next few years would be difficult to say the least. She was 15 yet so strong, she was only going to get stronger and now, not even Sharon could stop her.