Shelly Brewton Can't Lose, Driver Lewis Can't Win
by driver lewis brewton, driverlewis@hotmail.com
How my sister punished me for being a bad big brother

My little sister Shelly is making me post this story to tell you how she 
has come to control my life over the past several months. She is destroying 
my life and is enjoying every minute of it. Shelly is getting "sweet 
revenge", as she puts it, for all the years that I had tormented her. I hate 
having to do this, but Shelly has instructed me to do it and if there is one 
lesson that has been permanently ingrained into my soul it is that I had 
better not EVER piss off Little Sister if I know what's good for me!

By the way, Shelly is my "Little Sister" in both senses of the term. I am 
more than six inches taller than her, and more than two and a half years 
older than her.

As we were growing up, my parents always told me that I should be nice to my 
little sister. I acted nice in front of them, but when they weren't around I 
terrorized her. I had too much fun bossing Shelly around to be nice so I 
continued to make her do my chores for me and fetch food and drinks for me 
when Mom and Dad weren't around, I made her clean her room. I always 
controlled the remote on the living room television and took every 
opportunity to physically intimidate Shelly by pushing and occasionally even 
slapping her around. I threatened to beat her up even worse if she squealed 
to Mom and Dad, and the threat always worked. After all I was older and 
bigger than Shelly, and I could get away with it.

From the time we were little kids until I graduated from high school, I was 
able to intimidate my little sister, and even though she pleaded with me to 
stop, I exerted my authority with a heavy hand until I graduated.

After graduation I went away to a small college 350 miles away. I was never 
much of a student, but now I was learning new ways of enjoying myself. I cut 
classes when I felt like it, and I didn't have to worry about my parents 
Unbeknownst to them, I was put on acedemic probation after the first 
semester, and I barely made it through the spring term.

That summer, I moved out of the dormitory and into a house near campus with 
three other guys in a three bedroom house. I loved the freedom of my own 
room in a house far away from home. I had lots of fun., I almost never went 
back home. I didn't want Mom and Dad asking too many questions about my 
grades. And although it might have been fun to resume my bullying of Shelly, 
I was enjoying myself in other, better ways.

As it turned out, I was enjoying myself too much. After the first semester 
of my sophomore year, I flunked out for good. Since my parents paid for most 
of my tuition, they were sent a letter directly from the school. My father 
was furious with me, not just for fucking up at school, but for not being 
"man enough" to tell him.

I had been working part-time at a fast food restaurant for a while, but now 
that my money was cut off from home, I couldn't make ends meet. I sold my 
heap of a car, but that covered barely more than a month's rent. I was 
broke, and my landlord evicted me from the house. And I didn't even have my 
car anymore! I was faced with a terrible decision. But as much as I hated to 
do it, I realized that the only way to keep from becoming homeless would be 
to return home to my parents and sister where at least I would have a roof 
over my head and food on the table. And I figured that I could console 
myself by taking out my frustrations on my little sister again.

My father was not sympathetic. He told me that I would have to attend the 
local community college. When I found out that it was too late to enroll for 
the spring semester, he told me that I would have to get a job and pay room 
and board until I resumed my education.

And that wasn't the only thing that sucked about my returning home. Shelly 
had moved in to my larger bedroom when I moved away and now, I would have to 
sleep in my little sister's bedroom, which still had all of the old feminine 
wallpaper and furniture.

Shelly got quite a kick out of this and teased me about it unmercifully. I 
discovered that my kid sister had blossomed in the nearly two years that I 
had been away. She was now a senior in high school, and had broken out of 
her shell since I hadn't been around to intimidate her She was much bolder 
and self-assured than before. Shelly had always been pretty, with long, dark 
brown hair going almost down to her waist and an impish smile that melted 
everyone's hearts, and she never had a shortage of boyfriends throughout 
high school. She was very popular in school and got good grades, which I 
never had. So when I returned home, far more humble than when I had left, I 
discovered that the situation had changed so much that I wondered whether I 
would be able to resume my intimidation of her. I hoped for an early chance 
to reassert my past dominance over my sister.

Shelly giggled at me when I went from my new tiny room, past her bedroom, to 
the hall bathroom that I had to use to shower and shave and everything else. 
Her  room, my old one, is a twin master bedroom and like our parent's room 
it has its own bathroom. Later when we were all asleep I had to take a leak. 
I tried to tiptoe quietly, but on my way back I heard Shelly giggling again. 
I decided that the first opportunity I got, I would slap Shelly back into 
place.

First, however, I had to get a job. Since I didn't have a car anymore, it 
would have to be within walking distance of home, which was difficult in our 
suburban community.

Since I had worked at a fast-food restaurant chain, I went to the local 
franchise in my town. The general manager, an attractive, long-legged blonde 
in her mid 20's named Eileen, said that they weren't hiring any new workers 
at the moment, but that since I had worked at another franchise of the 
chain, she would put me on at $4.60 an hour. That was 40 cents less than I 
had been making at school, but it was the only job that I could find, so I 
reluctantly took it.

As she was processing my employment paperwork, Eileen noticed my last name. 
""Hmm.. Lewis Brewton? Are you related to Shelly Brewton?" Since it's not a 
common name, I knew that Eileen must have been referring to my sister. I was 
surprised that she knew her. Then I vaguely remembered that Shelly had taken 
a summer job at some fast-food place at the time that I was leaving for 
college. It was probably at this restaurant, I figured, and Eileen probably 
worked here back then.

I told Eileen that yes, Shelly was my kid sister. Then I asked her if she 
knew Shelly from when she worked there.

Eileen just looked at me for a few seconds. Then with a grin, she said, 
"Something like that!" and went on with the paperwork. I was puzzled by that 
answer, but didn't give it much further thought. I was happy to be able to 
return home and tell Dad that I had gotten a job, and that I was starting 
the next day.

My hours sucked. Eileen told me that the only way I could work a full 40 
hour week was to work six days a week - Monday through Friday from 4pm to 
10pm and on Saturday from 4pm to 2am, ten hours, to get to the total of 40.

I was to start at 4pm the following afternoon. This left me no chance for 
any kind of social life. I would be working during the usual socializing 
hours, including Friday and Saturday nights. Except for Sundays, my only 
free time was when everyone else was at work or school. And in any case, it 
is impossible to get around and have a normal life in the suburbs without a 
car.

That evening I had told Dad that I had gotten a job. His mind was on other 
things and he didn't ask me any details, but he seemed pleased that I had 
gotten work.

I didn't notice Shelly around. When I asked Mom where she was, she said that 
Shelly was at work. I had only been home for a few days, and I wasn't 
communicating with my sister with the exception of her taunts and teasing. I 
hadn't even realized that she had an after-school job.

Then the thought suddenly hit me. Was Shelly working at the same restaurant 
that I was? After all, the woman who hired me, Eileen, knew Shelly. It 
hadn't even occurred to me, but maybe she had been working there all this 
time!

Shelly came home around 10:30, which meant that she could very well be 
working my shift! She looked at me with a sly grin and gave me a low chuckle 
as she brushed past me on her way to her room for a shower, not saying a 
word. And I didn't want to ask her where she worked, because I was afraid of 
what her answer would be.

The next day, Shelly went to school and Mom and Dad went to work. I fidgeted 
around the house until it was time for me to go to work. I had to walk, of 
course, and I got there 30 minutes before my shift was to start. Eileen gave 
me my uniform. I looked around for Shelly but I didn't see her. I kept a 
constant eye at the entrance, praying that she wouldn't come through the 
doors.

Unfortunately, my prayers weren't answered. I was waiting to start the shift 
with several other guys around my age when Shelly briskly strode in, 
carrying her books like a typical high-school girl. I was so embarrassed! I 
would be working with my kid sister!

Working with my little sister would have been bad enough, but it turned out 
to be worse. Shelly slipped off her coat. She was wearing a manager's 
uniform!

"Good afternoon boys!" Shelly called out to the all-male crew.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Brewton!" the young men respectfully mumbled back.

Shelly looked at the cards by the time clock to make sure that we all had 
punched in on time, and then she turned around. She had that same sly grin 
that I had seen for the first time the night before. "Okay, boys, get to 
work!" she purred. Then she turned to me. "I always like to have a little 
talk with the new boys when they come on board!" She hooked her thumb 
towards the manager's office. "INSIDE!" she snapped.

I couldn't believe it! Apparently, my little sister was going to be my boss 
at work! The kid sister that I had tormented for years was now my direct 
supervisor, the person who I had to answer to, who would judge me, and who 
would make decisions on my raises and promotions!

And ultimately, Shelly was in control of my job, and considering my family 
situation, therefore in control of my life! i felt nauseous at the 
realization that my younger sister was in a position to fire me if she felt 
like it!

Eileen stood at the door to the Manager's office, smiling as she watched me 
follow Shelly inside. She winked at Shelly and then grinned at me. "Oh, 
sorry!" she mocked. "I forgot to tell you that Ms. Brewton is your shift 
supervisor! She's quite a ball-breaker, so watch out!" She turned to my 
sister. "Have fun, Shelly!" she said as she walked out. "The store is in 
your capable hands!"

Shelly settled into the leather reclining chair behind the manager's desk 
and stretched her legs across the desktop. I started to sit down but Shelly 
snapped, "I didn't tell you that you could sit down, boy!"

Shelly knew how infuriated I would be, being called "boy" by my baby sister. 
So not knowing what to do, and feeling utterly helpless, I shuffled my feet 
while waiting for her to speak. Then, calmly, she took a cigarette out of 
her purse and lit it.

I had never seen my kid sister smoke before, and I knew that Mom and Dad 
would never stand for it. "Dad would tan your hide if he saw you right now!" 
I blurted out.

Shelly pursed her lips in a smile and blew several smoke rings, then blew a 
stream of smoke into my face. "If that was a threat, boy," she snapped, you 
had better change your attitude fast, or I'll change it four you! I can fire 
you any time I want, and you know what Dad would do! He's disgusted with you 
as it is, and if you get fired from a job as a burger flipper, he'll kick 
you out of the house in no time! He might call it 'tough love', but I'll be 
saying 'tough shit'! So that means that I can put you out on the street any 
time I want, and I would have fun visiting you and laughing at you at the 
soup kitchen!"

As I stood there stunned, digesting what Shelly had just said, she took 
another drag of her cigarette and continued. "Now to teach you a lesson for 
threatening to tell our parents about my smoking, you will buy me all of my 
cigarettes from your meager salary from now on! You will buy me a carton a 
week and give it to me on payday. That should be enough for me and my 
friends! You may be a little dense, big brother, but you will soon learn 
that you DEFINITELY don't want to piss me off!"

I continued to shuffle nervously as Shelly explained the situation. She had 
indeed been working at the restaurant ever since I had moved away to 
college, and she had proven to be a reliable and efficient worker. She was 
given increased responsibilities and regular raises, and had recently 
become, at 17, the youngest shift supervisor in the local franchise's 
history.

"Eileen told me that she almost wet her pants when you told her that I was 
your kid sister!" Shelly gloated. "She put two and two together, and 
realized that you had no idea that I worked here! But I've talked to her in 
the past about what an asshole my big brother is and how he used to treat 
me, and she thought that it would be real cool if she put you on my shift! 
She wanted to be here to watch the expression on your face when you first 
realized that I was your boss!"

Shelly took another drag, savoring my obvious misery. "Eileen let me pick my 
entire crew, and I chose only college boys, the nerdiest ones that applied 
for the job! I guess that I wanted the satisfaction of busting the balls of 
a crew of geeks that reminded me of you! But never in my wildest dreams did 
I think that 'Big Brother' himself would be delivered into my hands! This is 
going to be the ultimate in coolness!" Shelly was quite proud of herself. I, 
on the other hand, felt quite sick.

"I run a tight ship, Boy, and I don't take any shit!" Shelly continued. "You 
will be on time every day, and you will wait for me to dismiss you at the 
end of the shift. If you need to go to the bathroom you will ask me for 
permission. Make it quick, and wash your hands with soap and hot water 
before leaving. Do your job as you are told and you won't have any problems. 
But if you piss me off in any manner I'll have you skidding on your ass on 
the sidewalk before you know what's happening! Understand, Boy?"

Shelly knew what she was doing to me. By asking me the question that way, I 
would be legitimizing her use of the word "Boy" when she addressed me. Any 
response I would make would be an acknowledgement that I had accepted it.

"I call ALL of my boys 'Boy'! chirped Shelly, reading my mind. And you're no 
exception just because you are my older brother! It keeps you Boys in line! 
After all, I'm younger than all of you, so I use it to psychologically 
reinforce the authority that I have over you! My Boys learn quickly to obey 
me without question or complaint and to NEVER fuck up, or they'll be out on 
their ass! Understand, Boy?"

I felt so miserable, watching my kid sister smile so smugly at me, gloating 
at her sudden turn of the tables. I could barely get the words out. "Y-YES, 
SH-SHELLY!" I croaked.

"And like all of my Boys," Shelly relentlessly continued, "you will address 
me as 'Ms. Brewton' on the job, either in public or private. Understand, 
Boy?"

This was so demeaning that I had to force myself to get the words out. 
"Y-Yes, M-Ms. B-Brewton!" I submissively stammered to my little sister.

Shelly's impish grin widened. She took a long final drag of her cigarette 
and stubbed it out. "Good Boy!" she purred before lazily blowing smoke rings 
toward me. "Now get to work!"

Right away, I could see why Shelly was chosen to be a shift supervisor, the 
first one ever at that store who was under eighteen years of age. She ran 
her shift like a drill sergeant in a Marine boot camp, snapping out orders 
and cursing at ease at her "Boys".

But Shelly ruled with a confident, feminine touch: She never raised her 
voice. Shelly's natural poise and ease with power radiated from her. That 
combined with the undeniable authority she had over us as our direct 
superior made Shelly a taskmistress that none of my co-workers wanted to 
cross. They all jumped at her soft-spoken, though often terse and 
foul-mouthed commands while she strutted around. Her eyes were lit up with 
mischief, and her impish grin looked menacing now that it was backed up by 
power. This was a far cry from the little girl that I used to intimidate!

Shelly called us "Boys" collectively, even if there were customers who could 
hear her. Individually she would either address us as "Boy" or use our last 
names. The first time my kid sister snapped "BREWTON!" at me, I shuddered 
visibly for several seconds before regaining my composure. My co-workers 
looked back and forth at Shelly and me, suddenly realizing that I was the 
boss's older brother! And on the other side of the counter, Eileen was 
talking, smiling and laughing with two young women, apparently friends of 
hers. There seemed to be an excited buzzing in the restaurant. The voices 
became hushed whispers as a dozen customers crowded around the counter.

I recognized some of them - male and female, some that I had gone to school 
with, and some who were Shelly's age. The rest were strangers to me. They 
all had one thing in common. They were curious to watch a 20 year-old man 
getting bossed around by his teenaged sister!

And Little Sister didn't disappoint them. She loved snapping "BREWTON!" at 
me, guaranteeing that everyone watching knew that I was Shelly's big 
brother. They were amused by the way she ordered me to wipe up the counter 
and mop the floor and tables. When she sent me to clean up the floor in the 
kitchen, she called out her orders from behind the counter, for all to hear.

When I was finished with that, Shelly called me to the counter area. Several 
more spectators had gathered on the other side. She pointed down to a grease 
smudge on the corner of the floor. "GET ON YOUR KNEES AND CLEAN IT UP BOY!" 
she ordered.

I felt that I had taken enough of Shelly's shit. Boss or not, and regardless 
of how I had treated her in the past, Shelly had no right to embarrass me 
like that in front of the customers. "You can't treat me like this, Shelly!" 
I whispered to her. "You're harassing me!"

Before I knew what was happening, Shelly swept her leg around and hit my 
ankles, causing me to lose my footing and pitch forward. My kneecaps took 
the full force of the fall since I had reacted too slowly and hadn't gotten 
my hands out in time to break my fall. The pain was excruciating, and I 
couldn't help crying out in agony.

The crowd was watching intently. Some of them started to snicker, and then I 
felt Shelly's foot on my back. It must have been quite a sight, a man 
kneeling at his kid sister's feet. "You didn't address me properly, Boy, and 
you are going to pay for that shortly! But now that you are on your knees 
like I instructed, clean that shit up!" With that, Shelly dropped a rag on 
my head.

Reluctantly, and to my great embarrassment, I started to clean up the 
grease. Shelly kept her foot on my back until I was finished. Then suddenly 
I felt an agonizing pain, as if a knife had been driven up my ass. I moaned 
in agony as the spectators laughed at the sight of a teenaged girl literally 
kicking her big brother's ass! Although they would normally consider this to 
be unacceptable behavior for employees in a fast food restaurant, the fact 
that I was Shelly's brother made this more of a private, family matter, and 
therefore her actions seemed less objectionable than under other 
circumstances.

Shelly kicked my butt several more times, sending me scurrying on my hands 
and knees towards the kitchen area. When she got me where she wanted me she 
gave me the hardest kick of all - right up the asscrack, sending me to my 
belly. I was in so much pain that I was completely spastic, unable to 
control my body movements.

The spectators were able to see me from my waist up by the opening to the 
kitchen, while the rest of my body was hidden by the wall. Shelly stepped 
between my legs and out of the spectator's sight, she brought the sole of 
her right shoe down on my balls, crushing them between the hard leather and 
the tiled floor.

Shelly played with me, increasing the pressure on my balls every few 
seconds, letting up and putting me through the excruciating agony once 
again. And again and again.

I must have been quite a sight to the onlookers. Though all they could see 
was the upper half of my body, that was enough for my anguished face to be 
in full view. My arms were flailing helplessly, and I was writhing on my 
belly like a hooked fish. They couldn't see that my sister was continuing to 
crush my balls with her foot, and they didn't hear that evil low chuckle, 
which I was to get to know all too well, that Shelly gave each time that she 
increased the pressure. But with every new moan of pain out of my mouth, the 
crowd seemed more amused. I got no sympathy from them. As far as they were 
concerned, I was a big crybaby who probably deserved what I was getting.

I turned my head around to try to plead with Shelly. She looked so smug and 
powerful above me, gloating at me with her hands on her hips. She lit 
another cigarette. As she casually smoked, she sent jolts of pressure from 
her foot to my balls.

Aside from all the other humiliations that my little sister was heaping on 
me, this one showed me how with minimal effort she could put me in 
excruciating pain. She hadn't even used her hands to get me in this 
position, and she didn't need them now! Her leg had initially knocked me to 
my knees, and her feet kicked me to where she wanted me to go, incapacitated 
me, and now, one hand elegantly holding her cigarette and the other 
arrogantly on her hip, she needed only one leg and foot to keep my balls and 
scrotum pinned to the floor as securely as if she had hammered a railroad 
spike through it.

Still out of the customer's earshot and sight, Shelly leaned over, 
increasing the pressure of her foot on my crotch even more. I was afraid 
that my little sister wasn't aware of just how fragile testicles are. In my 
ear, she murmured, with a giggle, "As Eileen mentioned before, I'm a 
ball-breaker! I have a reputation for busting the balls of you college 
geeks, but I never thought that I would ever get to LITERALLY bust any of my 
Boy's balls, much less my very own big brother's!"

Shelly then stood up, putting so much pressure on my balls that I thought 
that she was going to mash them into jelly with her shoe. "And this is your 
punishment for forgetting to call me 'Ms. Brewton', Brewton!" she hissed 
before suddenly lifting her foot from my balls and jabbing my right testicle 
with the pointed toe of her shoe, causing me to let out the most sickening, 
retching sounds yet. I tried to plead with Shelly to stop hurting my balls, 
but I was too far gone to be coherent.

As I lay writhing at her feet, Shelly flicked her cigarette to the floor. 
"Clean that up, Boy!" she purred as she strutted away, looking back over her 
shoulder at me. "Next time, big brother," she purred, when I order you to 
get on your knees, you might find it a great deal less painful and 
embarrassing if you do it on your own rather than have me step in and help 
you!"

As I struggled back up to my feet, some of the giggling girls who were 
watching their fellow teenager humiliate her big brother started applauding. 
Soon, all of the spectators, now about 20 in all, applauded Shelly. Even 
through my degradation I realized that she had just put on one hell of an 
impressive show. My sister is more than a head shorter than me, but with her 
authority and her cocky confidence, as well as her natural instinct for the 
jugular, she had more than cut me down to size!

Throughout the evening, as word spread, more people came to watch as Shelly 
put me through my paces, My co-workers didn't seem to mind this. After all, 
if the heat was on me, it was off of them! I couldn't believe the look of 
fear and respect my co-workers had for Shelly, and they did their jobs and 
tried to stay out of her way as she continued to torment me.

Pressure had been building in my bladder. I dreaded the thought of actually 
having to ask my little sister permission to use the men's room, but after a 
while I felt that I couldn't postpone the inevitable any longer. Shelly's 
eyes brightened as I made my humble request.

"Not just yet, Boy!" drawled Shelly as she pointed towards the counter where 
the soft drink dispensers were. "Clean that counter and wipe it dry, and if 
you think that you have done a good enough job you can show me and then ask 
me again!"

I couldn't help myself from giving Shelly a look of anger, and she responded 
by grinning and quickly sticking her tongue out at me, just for a brief 
second, and no one else saw it. As I wiped down the counter, Shelly stood 
right next to me, watching intently, knowing that the crowd of customers was 
watching us. With her trademark mischievous grin, she pushed one of the 
metal soda spigots slightly forward, producing a relentless "drip drip drip" 
of seltzer which splattered down to the drain of the dispenser.

I looked at Shelly, wordlessly pleading with her, but all she did was wink 
back at me and move the spigot forward some more, changing the drip into a 
steady stream. My sister knew exactly what she was doing. She was playing 
with my mind as well as with my bladder. I hadn't asked Shelly's permission 
until i really had to take a piss badly, and now, between the added pressure 
and the dripping of the seltzer, I couldn't hold out any longer. A 
triumphant grin spread over Shelly's face as wetness spread very noticeably 
over the front of my pants.

Shelly loudly sighed in mock exasperation. "Look what a mess you made of 
yourself!" she huffed. "You had better get to the men's room and wash 
yourself up!"

As embarrassed as I had become all evening, nothing was more humiliating 
than walking to the men's room with the customers snickering at the large 
wet patch that was still growing. Behind me I could hear the clickety-clack 
of Shelly's shoes. My sister wasn't letting up; she was right on my tail. 
She made me wait by the door until the person inside left. Everyone in the 
restaurant was staring at me. When the man left, Shelly pushed me inside and 
told me to clean myself up while she got a clean pair of uniform pants for 
me.

As I removed my pants I looked at myself in the mirror. The humiliation that 
I was feeling was written all over my face. My mind was spinning as I tried 
to think of how I could get out of my horrible situation. But as Shelly had 
pointed out, Dad was at the end of his rope with me as it was, and if my 
sister fired me from my job, which she could do any time she liked, there 
was no question that I would be kicked out of the house. I had no money and 
no car. No, I would have to put up with my kid sister's shit until i could 
figure a way out of my mess.

My self-pity was interrupted as Shelly opened up the Men's room door and 
threw a clean, dry pair of uniform pants at me. "Are you all washed up and 
clean, Boy?" she asked, deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear. When 
I assured her that I was, she said "Just to make sure that you don't have 
another accident, go to the urinal and get all of the piss out of your 
bladder! You have wasted enough of this restaurant's time, and I won't be 
giving you permission to go again tonight!"

Shelly took a step inside the men's room, further invading the supposed 
bastion of male privacy, but she kept the door open with her foot so that 
the customers could hear her continue her debasing of me. I stood at the 
urinal as I forced the last of my piss out of my body. "Now just to be sure, 
shake your little dickie around a few times! get all of the drops out of 
there!" I tried to avoid looking at her, but as I glanced at the mirror I 
saw my little sister with a look of incredible satisfaction on her cute 
face. "Now take a piece of toilet paper and dry the head!" Even from inside 
the bathroom I could hear the sounds of the girls outside shrieking with 
laughter at Shelly's orders. "Now inside your nasty little piss hole!" This 
produced more sounds of female hilarity from outside as I grudgingly did as 
I was told.

"Now zip up your pants and get back to work boy!" commanded Shelly. "And 
take the pants that you got all wet with you, and your underwear, and throw 
them out in the dumpster behind the store!"

In the mirror, I could see my face redden even more as I complied with 
Shelly's instructions. Some of the customers were embarrassed for me and 
looked away, but they couldn't hide their smiles. Others, mostly the younger 
girls, howled in unbridled laughter and derision. And as Shelly walked 
behind me all the way to the dumpster, I could almost feel her victorious 
smirk as clearly as I could hear the menacing, clicking heels of her shoes.

After that, Shelly settled into what turned out to be her regular routine. 
Once she saw that everything was going smoothly, she went into the manager's 
office and spent much of the evening doing her homework, coming out every 10 
minutes or so to keep all of us "boys" in line. Sometimes, though not on 
that evening, she has one of her boyfriends over and when that happens, she 
closes the door and sometimes they don't come out for over an hour!

That first shift was the longest six hours of my life, but it wasn't the end 
of my humiliation for the day. When work was finally over it was time to go 
home, but of course I had no car and had walked to work. As I was about to 
leave the restaurant, Shelly called out "Not so fast, Boy! You have another 
new job - you will be my Driver!" Shelly dangled some keys from her fingers. 
"Take me home, Driver-Boy!"

Just when I thought it couldn't possibly get worse. Shelly was still a high 
school student living at home, but she was already way ahead of me in life. 
She was my boss at work, made far more money than me, and now
she was flaunting the fact that she had a brand new car, while I had to 
walk! And if that wasn't demeaning enough, now she was trying to boss me 
even after work was over! She wanted to make me her chauffeur! This was more 
than I could take, and I stormed out of the restaurant, planning to walk 
home, however rough she might be with me the next day at work.

As I walked through the parking lot, I heard the unmistakable clicking of 
Shelly's shoes as she rapidly caught up to me. I felt that I had taken 
enough of her shit for one evening and I turned around to tell her so. That 
impish smile was still on her face and her keys still dangled from her 
fingers. "I said take my keys and drive me home, boy!" she intoned.

Shelly had finally pushed enough buttons for me to rebel. "No way, Shelly!" 
I shrieked as I slapped the key ring out of her hand. The ring opened and 
her keys flew to the ground.

"You'll be sorrrrrry for that, big brother!" drawled Shelly. I was about to 
turn around again and leave when suddenly my sister leapt up, let out a 
shriek and shot her feet out, catching me full in the chest and sending me 
sprawling to the floor.

For the next five minutes, Shelly, for the lack of a better term, beat the 
shit out of me. It was obvious from the first few moves that my sister had 
trained in martial arts. She repeatedly flipped me, kicked me, threw me 
around, punched and karate-chopped me and did all sorts of things that I 
don't know the technical terms of. All I know is that the crowd from inside 
the restaurant was now in the parking lot with us, watching Shelly demolish 
me. Even when I curled into a ball and pleaded like a baby for her to stop, 
her only response was her ominous, low chuckle, "HE-HE-HEH", as she pulled 
me up to my feet, only to attack me again, sending me back to the ground. 
She repeated this process several times and then, while I was whimpering on 
the ground, she grabbed my ankles and pulled me up by them.

Leaning over towards me, Shelly whispered "That's another lesson for you, 
big brother! Your little sister can beat you up now! I have taken karate, 
judo and other self defense courses in the past couple of years. In fact I 
got my big promotion when I disabled a would-be robber, and the store has 
paid for all my martial arts training since then!"

I should have quit while I was ahead. Now, Shelly made me walk on my hands, 
while she held up my ankles. She made me pick up each one of her keys from 
the ground - with my mouth! The crowd laughed as I struggled to pick up the 
keys with my tongue and my lips. It was a major effort to keep them in my 
mouth without either dropping or swallowing the keys. Shelly made me hold 
the keys in my mouth until I collected all of them. Then she let go of my 
ankles, but she made me put all of her keys back on the ring before she let 
me off of my knees.

"Now, Driver-Brother-Boy, take us home!" Shelly exclaimed loud enough for 
her audience to hear. I opened the back door for her. Before entering, 
Shelly gave me a quick, unexpected knee to the balls, sending me back to the 
ground in pain. Before I could recover she gave me a sharp kick up the ass, 
causing me to moan and the spectators to howl in laughter as my upper body 
slumped towards the floor in front of the driver's seat. "Stop resting and 
start driving, Boy!" she said as she got in the back and closed the door. I 
struggled to the driver's seat of Shelly's car and started the engine.

"Before we go, brother dear, after the workout I just had beating you up I 
could use another cigarette! And I'd better have it now so I can finish it 
and have a breath mint before we get home! I wouldn't want Mommy and Daddy 
to think that their sweet little Shelly is doing anything that they wouldn't 
approve of!" She put a cigarette in her mouth, and she didn't even have to 
tell me what to do. I saw a lighter by the ashtray and lit it for her.

"Good boy!" purred Shelly. "I think you're learning who's boss, whether at 
work or not! At work you will be known as Brewton. At other times you will 
be known as Driver. But of course, Mom and Dad still think that I'm 'sweet, 
innocent little Shelly', so in front of them I will continue to call you 
Lewis, so they won't suspect anything. But you still have to obey all of my 
commands or you will start to wonder whether castration might be a less 
painful alternative compared to the punishment I will give your balls if you 
disobey me. Understand, Driver?"

"Y-Yess, MMsss. B-BBBBBrewtton!" I gasped, just barely audible. As I drove, 
away, having to listen again to the mocking and jeering from the high school 
girls, I despaired as I realized just how much the situation had reversed 
between Shelly and me. I used to have the powers and perks that older 
brothers often have, and I lorded that power over my sister. I had left home 
for college and had an independent life of my own, while still thinking of 
Shelly as a little kid. But now, that "little kid had made me her lackey, 
her servant, her driver, her "Boy". She had more freedom than I did, far 
more money, she could beat me up at will and enjoyed doing it. Her power 
over me seemed limitless, and to this day still does.

Shelly ran ahead of me and opened the door to the house. "Guess what, Mom 
and Dad - Remember that job that Lewis told you he got? Well, you won't 
believe this - he is working at my restaurant! On my shift! That means that 
I am Lewis's boss! Total coolness!"

Of course, Shelly had known since the day before, when Eileen told her, that 
she was going to be my boss. But she loved putting on the act for our 
gullible parents, taking pleasure in my look of helplessness.

Dad gave me a look of disgust, and shook his head. Shelly was making him a 
much prouder father than I ever had, and Dad didn't tried to hide that fact.

"That's very nice, dear!" said Mom, obviously proud of her daughter. I guess 
she felt a little sorry for me, but like everyone else, she felt that I 
probably deserved it. Of course, she had no idea what Shelly had put me 
through. As far as Mom was concerned, her darling daughter was still sweet, 
innocent Shelly, the honor student with a responsible job. To Mom, Shelly 
could do no wrong.

Seeing how miserable I looked, Mom tried to ease the tension. "Why don't you 
two kids join Dad and me for a little snack?" she asked.

Before I could answer, Shelly piped up. "Lewis was telling me how tired he 
was after his first day at work, and that all he wanted to do was go sleep 
right away! But while Lewis goes beddy bye, I'll be happy to join you for a 
cup of coffee!"

I couldn't believe it. Right in front of our parents, but without them 
realizing it, my little sister had just sent me to bed! No questions, no 
snack, no explanation. I glared at her but she smugly grinned back. This was 
another example of the turnaround in our lives. I used to baby sit for 
Shelly and punish her, but now she was enforcing my bedtime, while she was 
being treated like more of an adult, having coffee with our parents.

This all happened a few months ago. Since then, Shelly's rule over my life 
has gotten even stronger. More satisfying and enriching for her, and more 
painful and humiliating for me

Shelly tells me that if enough people show interest, she will make me post 
again to recount what she has put me through since that first day of 
dominance. She has instructed me to request that you email me, or send 
comments of encouragement to her, if you want her to make me tell the rest 
of the story. Suffice to say - Driver Lewis can't win, and Shelly never, 
ever loses.

If you want me to recount my continued misery and Shelly's triumphs, email 
me or Shelly at driverlewis@hotmail.com