Manners II
By anonymous
My new step sister has a short temper - and a black belt in Tae Kwon Do!


It had been some months since my step-sister Trisha beat the shit out of me
and looking back, I pretty much deserved it. I was arrogant and rude to her
and her mother constantly and Trisha simply had enough one day. I had no idea
that Trisha had studied Tae Kwon Do ever since she was a little girl and still
practices almost every day ... it wasn't even 30 seconds and she had managed
to break my lip, my nose and left me bloody and unconscious, with her friend
watching and cheering her on no less! I couldn't land one blow while she on
the other hand was landing these huge precision kicks and punches to my face
and head until I wasn't moving anymore.

I was totally and completely humiliated by the fact that a girl, half my size,
brutally kicked my ass and turned me into a blubbering idiot. Strangely
enough, Trisha was suddenly very kind and gentle and helped me to ease the
pain she put me in. She even cleaned me up and made friends with me afterward.
It was without a doubt, the most severe ass-kicking I've ever had, but it
taught me a lesson to be more respectful of people, women in general, and
especially her!

My father and new stepmother noticed the change in my attitude and that Trisha
was showing me how to meditate to deal with my anger and frustration issues.
My step-mother, Tina would say, "It looks like Trisha is really helping you
along Rob, I must say, I like this version of you much better." Neither Trisha
nor myself told the parents what had happened while they were on vacation, and
Trisha straightened her friend Tammy out, the girl who witnessed my beating.
She loved taunting me and teasing me about Trisha beating me up whenever she
came over afterward, but she kept her mouth shut about it in public.

Trisha had made many friends, but she wanted to meet as many people as she
could, so I started taking her to some of the more happening parties around
town. We started running into the same group of people at different parties,
and we hung out with them most of the time.

Trisha was not only beautiful and super tough, she was also very bright and
had a quick wit. At this one party in my buddy's back yard, we'd had a couple
of drinks and we were playing around with some funny quips and sayings. It got
to the point where we started with in with puns and jokes and this one guy
Bryon, seemed to like to be the center of attention. He would throw out a line
and Trisha would pick up on it and make some funny quip or turn around his
statement to make him look foolish. Apparently, this guy was pretty slow
witted and Trisha got in three good digs in quick succession and everybody was
laughing. We noticed that Bryon seemed kind of put off and wasn't laughing, so
Trisha made sure to let everybody know it was only kidding around and meant
nothing.

Trisha had started talking with some of the girls in the kitchen and I was out
back smoking a cigar with some of the guys we were talking to earlier when
this guy Bryon started in.

"Hey, your girlfriend is kind of a bitch, isn't she?," he droned.

I replied, "Well, number one, she's my step-sister not my girlfriend, and two
... you can call her 'bitch' all you want to, I just wouldn't call her that to
her face!"

Bryon looked up and drawled, "Whaaaatever," and sulked away.

Another guy looked at me and said, "Hey Rob is it?"

"Yeah," I smiled and shook his hand.

"I'm Pete ... I just wanted to let you know that Bryon is kind of a jerk ...
he actually got drunk and smacked somebody a while back, I'd tell your step-
sister to watch out for that guy, not that he'd do anything, but you never
know."

I shot back, "He's the one that needs to watch his step!"

"Yeah, well Bryon's a big strong dude man, I've seen him throw down, and he
could fuck you up in a fist fight I'm afraid," my new friend said.

"I'm not talking about me doing anything, I'm talking about my sister," I said
in a laughing tone. They all looked at me quizzically.

"Trisha may look like just another cute girl, but she's an expert in Tae Kwon
Do ... believe me, she'd kick the shit out this guy and three more just like
him!," I explained. They appeared doubtful. "Don't look so shocked, I've
learned that a well trained female martial artist is more than a match for
almost any guy, even multiple guys! It doesn't matter about gender and size at
that point." "No shit!," was all anybody said accompanied by low whistles and
murmurs. I didn't tell them that Trisha had demonstrated this fact to me first
hand and gave me a world class ass whooping to prove the point to me beyond a
shadow of a doubt. The rest of the party passed on into the night without
incident and everybody had a pretty good time. We said goodbye to our hosts
and they invited us back the next week for another get together. We were
walking home when Trisha made a few observations.

"That one guy getting all whiney tonight was kind of weird, I like your
friends but I hope he's not around at the next gathering," she said flatly. "I
like that guy Pete though, he's got a nice body and he's pretty cute!," she
chirped.

"I've never seen that first guy, Bryon before tonight, apparently you don't
want to turn your back on him," I said. I told her what Pete had told me.

"I hope he behaves himself," she sneered as she rocked back on one leg
snapping the other one almost straight up in the air and holding it there in
perfect balance, then pulled her foot back at the knee and snapped off a dozen
hard kicks in an instant still in the same position. It was an impressive
display of balance and power, and I told her so.

"Man, Trish ... if I would have seen you do that shit I would've never fucked
with you that day, that's pretty amazing!"

"I'd teach him a lesson alright!," she said with an evil grin. "I really like
beating up on big, stupid, rude guys that think they're tough!"

"Like me?," I said halfway joking.

"Rob, you turned out to be a really sweet guy underneath all that anger you
had, and for what it's worth, you're the only guy I've ever regretted
hurting," she lamented. "I felt bad as soon as it was over, that's why I
kicked Tammy out and helped you recover."

"That actually meant a lot to me, thanks for that by the way," I said.

She leaned into me and hugged me underneath my jacket, "All that matters now
is that you're a great brother and you're really starting to turn into a
really sweet guy, I'm glad we got past that." We talked and laughed the rest
of the short distance home.

Another couple weeks flew by and found Trisha and myself at my buddies house
again celebrating his wife's birthday. Pete had taken a real shine to Trisha,
and from all outward appearances, she to him. It seemed every time I turned
around, Pete and Trisha were talking low and giggling in a dark corner
somewhere. I was out in the back again talking to anybody that wanted to shoot
the breeze and everybody was having a generally good time.

Of course, this idiot Bryon shows up and starts being loud and boisterous as
usual but he wasn't really bothering anybody at first. The party started to
die down and there were still about 6 or 7 people around finishing up our
drinks getting ready to leave. Trisha has sidled up to Pete and said she was
cold as she reached under his jacket and hugged him, he smiled and pulled his
jacket around her shoulders.

"Better?," asked Pete with a smile.

"Mmmm, much better," purred Trisha and snuggled up even tighter to him. I
think she even whispered in his ear that he smelled nice!

Trisha and Pete held onto each other in the chilly night air and I was talking
to Pete's friend (Dan, I think) when Bryon decided to come over and bother us.
We had successfully avoided this idiot all night long, but now it seemed that
everybody he knew had left and we were the only group still around that he
could annoy.

"Well, looks like Stick-boy got himself a little girlie!," he laughed to
himself.

"Yeah, and you're just on your way home, am I right?," Pete answered.

"No, I wanted to see Stick-boy and his new girlfriend heat things up!," he
roared with laughter (again, nobody else thought it was funny).

Trisha piped up at that moment, "You should probably just go before somebody
teaches you how to behave in public," she said in an ice cold tone.

"Yeah, and who would that be ... eh honey, who is gonna 'teach me a lesson',
Stick-boy here?," he laughed his stupid laugh again.

"You know, you should just turn around and walk away while you still have some
dignity," Trisha seethed, her eyes were little slits.

"I can't leave now, not when I'm waiting here for 'my lesson'," he said in a
mocking tone.

Trisha let go of Pete and walked up right up in Bryon's face and said, "Then
it's a lesson you'll get!"

Bryon reached over to squeeze her cheek and started say, "How cuuuute ... .,"
but it got cut short when Trisha grabbed his wrist, twisted and pulled him so
that he nearly flipped completely over landing on his back with a huge 'thud'!

I heard everybody murmuring things like, "Whoa!" and "Holy Shit! Did you see
that!"

I saw Bryon start to get up with murder in his eyes and I bent over and said
quickly, "Hey man, just get up and walk away or this will end badly for you!"

He just ignored me and pushed me to the side as he got up and went after
Trisha. She had merely taken a step back and removed her shoes and stood her
ground as Bryon charged her trying to get hands around her throat. Trisha
moved like a cat and easily side stepped his lumbering attack, as he passed by
her, she slammed her foot into the back of his head with a loud, "Aiyaaa!"

Bryon went crashing headlong into the backyard fence. I looked over at Pete
and Dan, they were just standing there slack jawed with their eyes wide open.
The oaf shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs and started to take his
feet slowly.

My buddies wife came outside and stood behind us just in time to watch Bryon
take another swing at Trisha. She easily ducked and spun away, swatting
Bryon's half hearted swings and grab attempts out of the way. She allowed him
to extend himself and ran inside his guard and started slamming her little
fists into his bloated stomach and his face over and over again. It was almost
comical how one sided this fight was, Trisha made him look a harmless fool and
totally outclassed him at every exchange, easily landing those devastating
punches of hers and quickly overwhelming Bryon.

I heard by buddies wife say something like, "Holy shit!"

Bryon was rocked with her onslaught and staggered backward not really knowing
which end was up and as he did so, Trisha opened up with those deadly kicks of
hers landing them at will on either side of this poor slob's head. He was
screaming in pain every time she caught him with one and he staggered backward
trying to cover his head up. Trisha saw an opening and shot her foot out with
a loud, "Ayiaa!" It caught him flush on his mouth and sent him flying
backwards, landing on the flat of his back. He was now just moaning and
coughing up blood as Trisha walked up to him. He feebly raised his hands up in
front of his face and groaned, "no more ... please, no more!"

The blood was now just flowing out of Bryon's nose and mouth and his face was
twisted in agony and starting to puff up, instantly reminding me of myself in
the mirror after Trisha had given me a similar beating. She grabbed Bryon by
the hair and jerked his head up to face her.

"Lesson's over dirt bag, I hope you learned something!", she let go of Bryon's
hair and wiped her hands off on the few parts of his clothing that weren't
soaked in blood. He flopped back down to the ground and didn't move, but he
was still groaning and coughing up blood.

Trisha turned around to see everybody standing there looking like the ending
shot from 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind', just staring at her, mouths
hanging wide open. She grabbed me by the arm and said, "C'mon Rob, we're
going." She was mortified that she had made a spectacle of herself.

We walked up to our hosts and Trisha said, "I'm sorry about everything, I hope
you can forgive me for ruining your party," she said in an embarrassed tone. I
had to run to keep up with her going out of the gate, I could tell she was
really uncomfortable with the whole situation. The last thing I saw was Pete
and Dan going over to see if Bryon was still alive.

On the way home, Trisha was beside herself for letting her temper spin out of
control yet again. She was crying and upset about how she had messed things up
between herself and my friends, especially Pete. I did my best to console her,
but she was really pissed she didn't ignore that idiot ... she explained all
she wanted to do was to stand there holding onto Pete until the party was
over.

I didn't see Trisha for a couple days after that, she didn't even go to her
Tae Kwon Do class which was very unusual for her. She moped around in her room
and only came out for food. Pete called up several times, but she wouldn't
take any calls, or even talk to anybody for that matter. I finally just told
him to come over on the auspice of hanging out with me, then maybe once he was
there, we could get Trisha out of her room.

It worked like a charm, Trisha came out of her room and sat down with Pete and
myself in the kitchen.

"I'm sure everybody thinks I acted like a real idiot the other night ... ,"
she trailed off looked down at the linoleum floor.

Pete just laughed and said, "Actually everybody was talking about how amazing
it was watching you beat the shit out of Bryon and how he was a bloody mess
afterwards and you didn't have a scratch on you!!!"

Trisha peeked upward and said in a hush, "Really, they don't think I'm some
psycho?!?"

Pete continued, "Of course not, as a matter of fact Brent's wife (the birthday
girl) started joking that somebody should have taught that asshole a lesson a
long time ago, but there weren't any guys around that could do the job!"

She grinned and laughed at that and said, "So you don't think any less of me,
Pete?"

"Of course not," he said dismissively, "Especially now that I know what you
can do to me if I piss you off!!!," we all laughed.

-fin-