A Woman's World:  Sarah Recalls Taking Control of Her Brothers




The setting of this story is sometime in the future, following a phenomenon
known as the "Evolutional Anomaly" or "Feminine Gene Leap". Most women talk about
it as the key to true liberation. This was the generation when young girls
uniformly throughout the world found themselves developing to maturity
physically and sexually two or even three years faster then their mothers had.
Scientists could not understand why the gap in pubescent development between
boys and girls was suddenly becoming even larger then it already had been. But
this would only be the first of several mind-boggling changes in this new
generation of women. This new generation of girl was commonly growing to
heights of 12" over her mother, and consequently several inches over her
father as well. That in itself was amazing, but there was more. Female muscle
and bone density increased dramatically during puberty as well. This became
the first generation where a full-grown man would search out his 12-year-old
daughter to open a jar lid that was too tight for him. These amazing physical
differences in women spurred a huge change in female/male roles in all
societies from then on. This story illustrates some of the differences in one
society.

I sat up in bed and stretched lazily." Jason!?" I called toward my bedroom
door.

"Yes Sarah?" I heard on the other side.

"What time is Dave coming over today with his new wife?"

"At noon Sarah."

"What time is it now?"

"11:00."

"Have you taken a shower yet?"

"No."

"Well, don't worry, I'll take one in a minute." My brothers know to wait for
me to take my shower first, because I hate running out of hot water. "What are
you making to eat Jason?"

"I was just starting a pot roast."

"Sounds good. Remember how I like my carrots."

"I will Sarah."

"Freya told me you got your report card yesterday."

"Umm, yeah I did."

"You remember what I said about your grades?"

"Yes Sarah." He replied glumly.

"We'll deal with this tonight after they leave. Go ahead and get back to your
cooking."

"Yes Sarah."

Jason is a good boy, but he needs to work harder in school. From what Freya
told me last night, I am not going to be happy with what I see on his report
card. He thinks that just because he's a good cook, his future wife is not
going to mind that he's half illiterate and has poor male etiquette. He's
already a senior, and he needs to pull it together. Its not like his classes
are difficult. After all, his math book is the same one our female class used
when we were sophomores. I know his girlfriend demands a lot of his time too,
but she's also my best friend, so I can't get too mad at her. Besides, Jason
has enough free time to watch his favorite TV show every afternoon, so that
means he has more time to study. I'll just have to discipline him tonight go
get him refocused. One focused session usually gets him back on track for a
few weeks.

This entire situation with Dave coming to visit with his new wife reminds me
of the first time I really took control of my family. Dave is the one who woke
me up to how important discipline is for men.

It was about two years ago now. I woke up early on that Saturday morning. I
could have slept in more but I wasn't tired. I sat up in my bed like I am now
and stretched. Across the room in the mirror I could see that my long brown
hair was messy and snarled. My little sister Freya and I had been wrestling
that night before we went to bed. I looked over to see her sleeping soundly
next to me. I let her sleep in my room sometimes because she hates sharing a
room with her brothers. I have to admit, I favor my little sister heavily over
my three brothers. As I looked down on her, she looked so cute sleeping in my
old T-shirt. It fit like a nightgown on her 6-year-old body, but I had
outgrown it the previous year when I was 14. I had already been growing so
quickly over those previous two years, it was almost scary. It makes me laugh
to think about it, but things were about to become very scary for my brothers
that day.

Things sure have changed a lot between them and I over the past couple of
years, although at least from my point of view, they've been great changes.
Its just the natural course of things really though. I remember looking across
the room into the mirror some more; I could see that the T-shirt I was wearing
was becoming too tight. The words Lincoln High were stretched and distorted
looking across my boobs, and the sleeves were bunched tightly over my thick
shoulders. This shirt had fit just fine only 2 months before that. But its not
like I was getting fat. Except for my boobs I had been growing all muscle, so
it wasn't my fault. All there really is for young girls to do around here
without getting into trouble is play sports and lift weights. It just meant I
had to buy some larger clothes and pass this shirt on to my brothers, along
with the other stuff I had outgrown. My family is just too poor to waste
clothes. Besides, I enjoyed watching my older brothers walk around in baggy
shirts and shorts that I had outgrown two or three years before. I still do.

One shirt that I made Kyle wear yesterday though was funny. It's got a picture
on it of a boy I had a crush on a long time ago from some band. He hates that
shirt, but it makes me laugh to see him in it. I usually just make him wear it
when he annoys me. Kyle is 14, Jason is 18, and my oldest brother Dave is 24.

He was 22 when he moved back home. He had moved out on his own for a couple of
years, but he wimped out. I think his girlfriend at the time had dumped him,
and he couldn't hack it on his own. Not many men can really, but our family
couldn't really afford an extra mouth to feed. So I hadn't made things very
easy for him since he came back, because he needed to either pull his own
weight or leave.

My Aunt Jenna, dad's sister, stops by regularly a couple of times a week, and
checks on everyone. She has helped our family a lot since my mom died in a
freak accident while giving birth to Freya. She gives us enough money to get
by, but she makes sure my dad earns his keep. That's why he works two jobs.
Its good for him, but it makes him too busy to spend much time directing the
boys. That's where I come in, but up to that point, I had pretty much let my
brothers do their own thing as long as they stayed out of my way. My aunt had
tried to discuss issues of discipline for boys with me, but I guess it hadn't
really sunk in at the time. I did admire the way she handled the boys though.
She was polite, but there was never any question of who was in charge when she
was around. Everyone, especially my dad, was naturally aware and cautious of
her presence as she moved through the house.

But getting back to that Saturday morning, I kissed my sister on the forehead
and made my way into the living room. Kyle scattered out of my favorite chair
and went to sit on the couch. "Kyle, wake Dave up and tell him to make
breakfast."

"But Sarah, he's going to kick my ass if I wake him up."

"Tell him I told you to do it, silly." I chuckled.

Kyle walked into the other room. I heard some mumbling from Kyle, then
groaning from Dave. "Its too early to get up," Dave whined.

I called in from the living room, "You've got one minute to be in the kitchen
starting breakfast before I come in there to get you up."

"Oh, gimme a break, its only 7:30."

This got me up. I walked heavily over to the doorway of his room and stood
there. He sighed, but my presence put a lot of pep in his step. When he had
first moved out of the house I was only 12 years old, so he hadn't really had
to deal with me as a woman. He obviously wanted to rebel against it, and
that's why I wanted to stay in his face. He either needed to get a job and
contribute to the family soon, or move out of the house, so I considered it
tough love. As he slid some pants on over his shorts and moved toward the door
he didn't look directly at me. I was leaning one shoulder against the door jam
and my hand of my other arm was pressing against the other side of the
doorway. He had to duck slightly to walk under my arm, but not much since I
was probably almost a foot taller then his 5'8" frame.

"Hey, come back here Dave." My voice froze him in his tracks, but then tried
to look relaxed as he turned to face me. "I said come here."

He glanced back quickly at his two brothers on the couch. I saw Jason give him
an encouraging look. "Don't look at your brothers, worry about me little boy!"
He took a step back toward me, and I saw the anger in his face. He had always
had a short temper. I pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of me.
"Plant your little feet right here, kid-do."

"Alright Sarah, that's enough! You are still my little sister. I used to have
to cradle you in my arms when you wouldn't stop crying. I fed you and changed
your diaper god's sake! Someone needs to teach you respect for your elders!"
This was what I had been waiting for.

I reached out quickly and grabbed his upper arm with my right hand. He tried
to jerk his arm away, but my fingers reached almost completely around his arm.
I easily guided him with a twist of my wrist toward the couch. "It looks like
I need to have a sit-down chat with my little brother." At that point Dave
flew into a full-blown tantrum! He tried to throw his body loose from my grip,
and then he tried to swing at my face with his free hand. I caught his wrist,
and I was getting so angry at that point that I half considered breaking it.
Instead, I quickly gathered his upper body and arms against my chest, wrapping
my arms around him. His feet left the ground at that point, so he immediately
started flailing his legs. I bent over slightly and was able to capture one of
his legs between mine. He was still trying to kick me with his one free leg,
but it was pathetic. I spun around on my heels and fell back into the couch. I
now had him on my lap. I looked down at his face, which was so distorted in
anger and frustration, and started laughing in spite of myself.

"You bitch!" He spat.

I could have easily ended the confrontation right then, but Dave needed a good
lesson. I looked up and saw the other two boys just standing there, stunned by
the situation. I'm sure they were afraid for their brother, as they should
have been. I caught his legs between mine and held them tight. He was
squirming wildly, and the way he was bumping his head into my boobs had to
stop. I hooked my left arm around his torso and pulled him against my side. My
left hand had caught his left hand as I reached around him, and I pressed it
firmly against his chest. I squeezed hard with my left arm, really only
wanting to hold him still at that point. I was surprised at how easily his
chest caved against the pressure of my one arm. I knew I had gotten much
stronger in the past months as I had matured, but I didn't realize how soft
men had become to me. Most males around me were smart enough to stay out of my
way, so aside from an occasional playful wedgie, I hadn't gotten physical with
any boys lately. He was trying very hard to hold a small amount of air in his
lungs. I reached across with my right arm and pulled his head tightly against
my shoulder, turning his face toward mine. His eyes showed panic, but he
really couldn't move or make a sound. I looked deeply into his eyes as I
relaxed my left arm, and then flexed it even harder. The air forced from his
body made him sigh awkwardly, but that was all he could do. As I squeezed him
and his eyes rolled back into his head I felt goose bumps run all over my. I
was in complete control of his every breath.

His right arm was somewhat free, pointed straight out from his body, but it
only batted the air weakly. I held him tightly like that for a few seconds and
spoke quietly in his ear. "Okay little guy, we are about to have a heart to
heart." I let up the squeeze a little, but I kept my left arm flexed so that
he couldn't get a full breath. He was docile now. I released his head with my
right arm and flexed it slightly in front of him, catching his free forearm at
the crook of my forearm and biceps. My full, tanned biceps even half flexed
were thicker then his entire pasty weak male arm. I continued softly in his
ear, "Geez Dave, I remember when your arms used to look so big and strong to
me. Remember when you used to hold me down and tickle me until I cried or
until dad would come save me? But that was a few years ago wasn't it?" I
tightened my left arm around him hard and for a few seconds and watched him
twist his head in anguish. "Who do you think is stronger now? Do you think dad
can save you? He's right in the other room sleeping, why don't you call for
him?" I was really starting to enjoy my power over my once bigger brother. I
didn't really expect him to answer my questions because he was too busy trying
to catch his breath within the small amount of space that I gave his lungs to
expand. I looked up and noticed that the boys were all still standing there
watching us. Speaking up, I said, "You boys don't wander too far. In fact,
have a seat, I want to say a few words to you two when I'm through talking to
Dave." I focused my attention back onto my oldest brother. "Hmmm" I said
softly to him as I noticeably flexed my right arm around his forearm. "Your
little sister has some pretty nice arms for a fifteen year old, don't you
think?" I let him watch as my biceps grew in front of him. I could feel a
rapid pulse in his arm against my skin, as it tried uselessly to pump blood to
his hand, which hung limply from his wrist now. For a finishing touch I
tightened my fingers into a fist, making my forearms bulge larger and even
harder. His soft forearm looked like dough the way I squeezed it. I
straightened my arm, and there was an audible pealing noise as our sticky skin
separated. I giggled at the sound. At that very moment the phone rang, so I
told the boys I would answer it. Dave needed to catch his breath anyway. "Stay
where you're at little buddy, we aren't through yet." I slid down the couch
and picked up the phone from the end table.

"Hello?"

"Hey girl, what's up this morning?" It was my best friend.

"Oh hey Missy, not much," I said as I examined my fingernails. "I was just
having a little family meeting with my brothers." Missy was my best friend
from school even then.

"Oh, is Jason there?" She chimed. "Tell him I said 'Hi', and I'll be over in a
two hours." She had just started to date Jason at that point.

I lowered the receiver from my mouth and said to Jason, "Guess who says hello.
It looks like you have about two hours to have your chores done for the day."
I couldn't help but smile a little, even though I was cross with him. He just
smiled weakly.

Missy and I talked about school for the next few minutes. While we were
talking, my little sister wandered out of my room. She noticed right away that
Dave looked red-faced and unhappy and the other boys looked stiff and
uncomfortable. "Freya honey, would you run into the bathroom and get the soap
please." I called out politely. Freya ran into the other room and came out
holding a fresh bar of soap. I said goodbye two my friend and turned back to
my brother.

It was time for round two. "Okay Davie, where were we? Oh yeah, I was about to
explain to all you boys what it means to be a woman, and what it means to be a
man." I stood up and walked over to Dave. He was quite docile now, so I
scooped him up and cradled him in my arms. I turned around and faced the other
boys. I knew from that point on I was going to have to discipline my brothers
more rigorously in the future. I looked into his eyes calmly, as I curled my
arms against the resistance of his body. His hands reached up and pushed
frantically against my left fist, but he felt ridiculously weak. I could
already see a large bruise forming on his forearm from my biceps
demonstration.

"How does it feel to be cradled in your little sister's arms? I wonder if I
felt this soft and light in your arms when I was a baby. I doubt it." I looked
up at my brothers. "Does anybody want to bet that I can't hold Dave like this
for two hours?" Nobody stirred an inch, except for Dave, who was still
struggling against my arm. I looked back down at him and his eyes were
starting to shed tears. "You better not start crying or I may have to cuddle
you like this until you calm back down Davie." I smiled down at him and
watched him struggle for composure. "Do you want me to put you down now
Davie?" He nodded vigorously. "Can you say please?"

"Pl-please." He gasped weakly. I lowered him down, but I stuffed his torso
between my thighs. I let go with my hands and held him with my legs, suspended
face up. I put my hands on my hips and turned my attention to my brothers.
"Listen closely, because this is an important lesson to understand. I am a
woman, and this is what that means: I rule this household. I know what is best
for the boys in my household, and believe me, you are all boys. I do not
answer to any males for my actions. It is my job to ensure the safety and
proper training to my boys. You all need to learn to pay attention to the
women in your life, and anticipate. For a man to be happy, his women must be
happy. Today is your first real lesson. Women don't like is to be questioned
by men, and especially not by boys. And one thing no woman will ever tolerate
from any male is to be called a BITCH!" I looked down at my brother between my
legs. "Did you hear that Dave?" I had been flexing my thighs little by little
while I spoke, so he was bucking as much as his exhausted weak body would
allow, and tears were running down the sides of his face. "I asked you a
question little brother."

"Yes! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He wailed.

"That's a good boy." I let him go, and he rolled around on the floor lamely. I
watched him for a minute and then told him to get up "I'm glad that you're
sorry, but you still need to be punished for calling me that bad name." I
sighed and said coldly "Stand up."

He slowly got to his feet, although he was hunching forward from the pain in
his midsection. I knew nothing was broken, but he had probably strained some
of his soft muscles pretty badly. "Okay Dave you get to choose, do you want a
bar of soap on your tongue for 15 seconds or do you want a simple 5 second
spanking?"

"Soap."

"Oh come on, 5 seconds versus 15, are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but my little ol' spanking arm was just getting warmed up. If you want
your little sister to let you off without using it, you have to do a couple of
things first." I flexed my right arm. "You have to give these biceps that are
about to have mercy on you a big wet smooch. Then you have to explain to your
brothers that I am a woman now, to be admired and respected at all times."

He didn't even hesitate. He walked over to my arm and kissed my biceps (I was
proud of them at the time, but they're larger now). "Sarah is a woman, and she
is to be admired and respected at all times."

"Good boy. Now stick your tongue out and open your mouth. Freya, place the
soap on his tongue and count to 15." She did it slowly and steadily. Dave did
his best to hide his repulsion. When it was over, I told him he could wash his
mouth out and then make breakfast.

When he left I turned to the other two boys. "Jason, I saw the look you gave
Dave a few minutes ago. Did you want him to do what he did?"

"No Sarah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything, honest."

"Okay, but I'm going to keep a close eye on your behavior. Now come over here
and give me a hug." I held my arms out wide and waved him to me with my
fingers. He came to me stiffly, and I swallowed him up in my long arms.

"Mmmm, you know your sister loves you, right Jason?" I had to relax hug a
little for him to squeak a yes. "Good, now go help your brother." He turned
and did as he was told, although he stumbled clumsily the first few steps.

"Okay Kyle, come give your big sister a big hug." He did as he was told as
well. I knew he was expecting a sample of my female strength, but I only
hugged him softly. When he turned to leave I just gave him one solid swat on
his rear in a playful manner. "Just make sure you behave."

I had to admit, Dave did make some good eggs. He moved around pretty gingerly
for the next few days, but he learned respect. All of my brothers learned a
little more that day. But I've found that there's always room for improvement.
They only need the right motivation.