Jane River and Ethan Fox: The brothers problem
by Lukas Kampf(E-Mail: lu.kam@web.de)
Trying to avenge his bully brother Dillan, Wayne meets two new students

Wayne did not like irony. Partially, because the term was used wrong so
commonly, partially because it went over most of his buddies heads, but he
really did not like it. The current case of irony did not help.
His little brother Dillan had started attending the same high school he had
just a few weeks back and like Wayne himself did since his own freshman
year little Dillan thought about earning a little extra pocket money by
taking advantage of the fact he was rather tall and husky for his age.
Wayne did what any responsible older brother would have done, he told him
to be sure the loser he picked did not have an older brother or cousin
attending the school he could be crying to.
And then irony happened and Dillan came home with a black eye crying to
Wayne about how the little punk he had picked out had stolen his lunch
money. Irony sucked ass.
Furiously Wayne told his little beother to tell him everything about it.
The guy Dillan had picked as his victim turned out to be some smug little
smartass named Ethan that acted like he was something better than everyone
else. According to Dillan he had looked like a wimp, but when Dillan had
cornered him, he had suddenly lashed out with unexpected ferocity.
Apparently the little shit had known karate or kung fu or some garbage and
kicked and punched the crap out of Dillan, leaving him with the shiner and
bruises in a dozen different spots over his torso and legs. Afterwards he
had forced him to hand over his lunch money.
Wayne knew immediately he would make the kid pay for messing with his
little bro.

That was why today during lunch period he had Dillan show him the boy.
Dillan was right about his fellow freshman not looking particularly tough.
The kid was at least three inches shorter than Dillan and had a slimmer
build. He was wearing a dark blue dress shirt above a T-Shirt with some
kind of band name on it, that Wayne was almost certain the boy knew just as
little about than he himself did and jeans. Ethans face had a total pretty
boy look that his short black hair only enhanced further and even while he
just sat there and ate, he gave of an irritating smug vibe.
Maybe it was the girl holding on to him, though. Yeah, there was a cute
little girl, presumably another freshman, with medium length dirty blonde
and a light green hair clip keeping it out of her face. She was tiny, 5feet
if at all and wearing a snug olive green zipper. Occassionally braces would
flash on her teeth when she laughed, because of something that the boy
whispered in her ear.
"Who is his girlfriend?", Wayne asked.
"Jane.", Dillan told him, a slide shade of red showing on his cheeks.
Wayne groaned internally. Beating up a boyfriend was probably the worst way
to impress a girl. He had tried. About five times.
That was when he noticed that the girl Jane got up. He quickly turned into
another direction, as if he did have nothing to do with Dillan standing
right next to him.
Jane was skipping right over to them and then abruptly stopped in front of
Dillan.
"Hi, Dillan!", she chirped.
"Oh... h-hi, Jane.", his little brother stuttered.
"Ethan says, if you want to try again, he waits for you behind the school
when classes are over.", the girl told Dillan with a bright smile, "He says
also you should bring at least twenty bucks of your own so it's worth his
time."
Wayne did not need to look over to his little brother to know he was beat
red now.
"So what is it?", Jane asked innocently, "You're interested?"
"Uh... yeah.", Dillan mumbled, "Just him and me!"
"Yay!", the girl exclaimed, "I'll go tell him now! He loves beating big
dummies up."
And with that she was off.
"What a little bitch!", Wayne grunted.
"N-no, she's fine.", Dillan told him still blushing.
Wayne groaned. Like hell she was. But at least Ethan made it easy for them
to get him somewhere where no teachers would come running.

The space behind school was one Wayne knew very well. There was a space
between the backside of the school and a fence that kept the space hidden
from outsiders prying eyes. Plus there was a big tree with thick branches
that made it almost impossible to see it through the school windows facing
in this direction.
He had gotten in many fights back here out of sight of the teachers. In
fact just last week he had shown some pun who was boss.
This Ethan kid seemed to pick up quickly on stuff like this, if he already
knew of this place already shortly after entering the school.
They found Ethan leaning to the school wall hands in his pockets and one
foot placed against the wall. He only glanced at Waynes towering frame for
a moment. He did not seem impressed.
"Five bucks, if you want to watch.", he told them, "I'm not the charity."
"I'm not here to watch!", Wayne told him stepping right in front of him, "I
will-"
"I meant Dillan, stupid.", the boy interrupted him calmly, "If he wants to
stay to see his big bad bro Wayne get his ass kicked, he better coughs up
some bucks."
Wayne squinted down at the frehman standing little more than 5'3. "You know
who I am."
"No, I just used a random name and 'Wayne' happened to be right.", the boy
spat sarcastically, "That was sarcasm, in case your too stupid notice."
Wayne grunted.
"At least you seem to know, that 'sarcasm' isn't some fancy dish. Can you
see from over there, Dillan, I don't want you to miss a second of your big
bros asskicking."
"You think you can take me?", Wayne asked contemptuously, "You're not the
first piece of shit, who thought he was all tough, because he could do a
little karate."
Ethan rolled his eyes. "And you're not the first junior, that just assumed
he was gonna fight me, before J, pounded him into dust."
"Huh?", Dillan exclaimed unintelligently behind them.
"Brought an older friend, huh?", Wayne asked grinning. Fine he could beat
that one up first and then have this little shit cry once he realized he
was next."
"Yes.", Ethan groaned slightly now, "Technically she is two whole months
older than me."
"Huh?", this time the unintelligent remark was his own.
There was rustling above them in the branches. And then a small figure in
tight jeans and a green hoodie dropped from above and landed audibly on the
ground behind him in a crouch.
Wayne turned in confusion as he recognized the tiny girl as Jane. This was
J?
"The hell is this supposed to mean?", he asked in suspicion turning back
towards Ethan, from who he expected a surprise attack. An attempt to knock
him down from behind woth a blow to the head or something along those
lines.
"I'm sorry? What part of 'J is going to kick your ass' didn't you
understand?", the boy asked with a smug smile, "I honestly don't believe I
could simplify this any further for you to understand."
"You want me to fight your girlfriend?", Wayne asked slowly.
"She isn't my girlfriend.", the boy spat, "Who would date a meathead like
her?"
"I'm not dating that jerk!", Jane yelled, turning bright red in the face,
then added, "And he's a total wimp, too."
"I'm not!", the boy protested, blushing, "You're just a freak with freak
strength."
"I'm not a freak.", the girl pouted, "And daddy says I should be proud of
my freak strength."
Wayne followed the two younger kids argument with a blank expression. Aside
from the fact that these two were crushing on each other he understood
nothing anymore.
"I didn't say it's bad.", Ethan sighed, "Just that it is not the measuring
stick to decide, who is a wimp by."
"There is a stick to measure that? How does it work?", she wanted to know,
crossing her arms, "I've never seen a stick to measure strength with."
"What in the...?" The boy sighed heavily. "Can you just kick his ass now.
Then Dillan can start crying already and I can get my twenty-five bucks
from the douche brothers here."
"Can you buy me icecream from that money?", the freshman girl asked
sweetly.
"Sure.", the boy sighed.
"Okay, listen, you little brat!", Wayne roared, reaching for Ethans collar
to grab him.
Just as his fingers were about to graze the boys clothes, he let out a
gasp, as something tugged on the back of his own shirt wit such force he
was sent stumbling backwards.
Wayne managed to regain his balance and spun around starring daggers at
Jane. "Why, you little bitch!'
"Cause we're fighting!", the girl told him innocently, "Not you and Ethan."
"You really want to fight me?", Ethan asked angrily, "Don't think I'm not
going to hit a girl."
"Don't think I'm not gonna hit a boy either.", the girl replied with a
pout, "Just let me get my jacket off."
She took the zipper at the front of her sweatshirt and slowly pulled it
down. The tight top below seemed to have campuflage colors.
Wayne watched her still wondering about what ridiculous farce his little
revenge scheme for his brother had turned into.
It was not before Jane shrugged of the hoodie down over her shoulders that
he realized something was off.

Those bare shoulders Jane showed of with the tanktop below her hoodie, were
astonishingly burly. And they were not the only thing.
Wayne watched with widened eyes, how her sweatshirt slipped lower on her
arms to reveal thick and shockingly defined upperarms. Thick rockhard
biceps and cut triceps stood out even on the relaxed arms. Fine lines of
definition cutting across her arms leading to a threatening and hard look.
The fabric slid of her arms entirely ans slumped to the ground to her feet.
Her thick sinewy forearms were no less impressive than the rest of her
arms. Lines of muscles rippled along the back and hard muscles bulged on
the inner arm.
Had Jane just now still looked like a tiny cute fourteen-year-old, Wayne
now had to gulp, as he saw her stand in front of him with the most mind-
boggling physique Wayne had ever seen on a person. It it was not just the
revelation of the bare muscle-hardened flesh of her arms either. The
revelation of these, seemed to have changed his perception of the girl in
her entirety, opened his eyes to the realization of how this girls body
truly looked. Her shoulders seemed much wider all of a sudden than he would
have assumed, when she had been wearing her hoodie. Her chest, of which he
earlier would have only noticed small but firm breasts sticking out, now
seemed much thicker, as it rose and fell noticeably with her breathes, and
showed of striations along the portion her tanktop showed-off. This
freshman girl had pecs. On her stomach even through the fabric of her tight
tanktop he now believed to notice small hills and valley that shifted with
her breathing, hinting at abs hidden below. Her legs, that he had noticed
had a certain feminine shape to them, all of a audden looked thick and hard
and powerful like the fabric of her tight jeans could tear apart at the
seams at any moment. And somehow the girl standing all of five feet tall
all of a sudden seemed intimidatingly huge.
The girl flashed her braces in a bright smile. "My muscles are pretty
awesome, aren't they? Check this out!"
The girl threw up her arms into a double biceps pose. Wayne let out a
shocked gasp, as the ripped girl arms expanded before his very eyes. The
muscles along all of her arms rippled and shifted visibly, hardening and
expanding. On each of the girls arms a mountain of strength grew. The thin
lines drawing in deeply a thick pulsating blue vein pushing outward on top
of a monumentous boulder of undeniable muscularity and strength, clearly
split in the middle by a deep valley. Below a clear curve pulled sharply
downward to form a triceps to match and enhance the sight.
Her arms were gigantic. In total numbers Jane probably would not have set
any records, even if she may have impressed for her age be it girls or
boys, but on her tiny frame her arm muscles seemed outright
disproportionate and Wayne had no doubt these would have been the biggest
biceps he had seen in his life, had the girl be scaled up to his own
height.
"How?", he asked hoarsely, his mouth hanging open.
"Her dad is a professional trainer.", Ethan told him, as he strutted over
to Dillans side, who stood there gawking at the sight of the girl his age
flexing.
"Yupp!", she chimmed still smiling brightly, still keeping her flex up, "He
helps me get as strong as mommy. Uh, look at my lats!"
She put her arms down and bend them by the elbow, placing her fists on her
slim waist and flexing her back. Wide back muscles jutted out like wings to
her sides stretching straining her tanktop and giving her body an
impossible v-shape. Now that the fabric was drawn even tighter over her
stomach, Wayne could clearly see it outlining clearly separated muscles
standing out like cobble stones. How could a tiny girl like this in her
early teenage years have abs like that or lats like this.
"And her mom in turn is a professional strongwoman.", Ethan added,
"Yeah, she can pull trucks and stuff!", Jane told him excitedly.
"J isn't that strong yet.", Ethan informed him and grinned, "But she is
more than strong enoug to kick your ass."
"Oh, right.", Jane deopped her pose and bumped her fists together in front
of her chest with a grin on her lips, "Let's do this, big boy."

Wayne almost took a step back on pure instinct when the little girl took
one in his direction, but managed to force himself to stay where he was.
This was ridiculous! He was at least two years older and more than a foot
taller! Did this girl have the most ridiculous muscles he had ever seen?
Yes. Was she really strong? Probably  But she was still tiny and a girl.
Sure, she was probably really strong for her size and age and pound for
pound he admitted she may have been stronger than him. But even
cheerleaders were strong for their own weight and little gymnasts doubly
so. He was not afraid of those, because he was neither their size nor their
weight. He was bigger and he was heavier and he was man! He had beat up
guys his own age and size, he was not going to piss his pants, because of a
fourteen-year-old.
"Fuck off, little girl!", he told her angrily, "I'm not afraid of your dumb
muscles!"
"They are not dumb!", Jane complained, "I love my muscles! They are super
cool!"
Wayne hit her in the face, whipping her head to the side. For a moment the
girl just stood there with her head turned and her eyes wide. Wayne smiled
and wanted to say something, when she slowly turned her face back towards
him him, the look of surprise on her face changing into a smile.
"Was that all?", Jane wanted to know with a bright grin.
It had not been, but Waynes eyes got wide in shock anyways.
"I better only punch you lightly or you might break.", the muscle girl told
him and raised one arm.
"Wait a sec, J.", Ethan interrupted her, "Let me get my phone..."
Wayne did not wait. He took Jane by the big shoulders and roughly swung her
around, slamming her hard little frame with her back into the trunk of the
tree she had been hiding on earlier. He swung his arms, decking her with
punches. His fists smacking her head from the right to the left and back
and slamming into her stomach. The bark of the tree cracking audibly with
each of his punches.
The girl was tough! Alone physically already, smashing his fists into her
stomach felt like he was pounding on a heavy sandbag in the gym. It did not
give in an inch and his fists started to turn numb and sting, as he did not
let up and kept hammering her gut with his big fists.
Breathing heavily he stepped back from the girl. Sweat was runing down his
forehead now. Jane was still standing with her back braced against the tree
and her rippling arms stretched backwards around the trunk to hold herself
up, but her head had sunk down on her chin and Wayne could see a trickle of
blood run down her chin. His fists really stung now.
"What do you say now?", he asked, yelling, "Huh, you little bitch?! Still
not impressed with my punches?!"
"I say...", the girl whispered as she lifted her head and looked him
straight in the eye, "Uncle Robbie hit a lot harder than you?"
This time Wayne did take a step back. Jane was still smiling! Her lower lip
was bust open and blood was trickling down to her chin, but she was smiling
like nothing had happened. This was impossible!
He was a junior and she just a freshman! He was tall for his age and she
was tiny even for her own! He was a man and she just a girl! And yet he had
beaten on her till his knuckles hurt and his breathing heavy and she was
still smiling!
"That guy, Robert, used to be my stepfather.", Ethan informed him gloomily,
"Used to hit me, too."
"Not anymore though.", Jane added, while she straightened her back and
audibly cracked a joint in her neck, "I took care of it."
"When we were six years old.", Ethan noted.
Wayne took another step back, when Jane took one towards him. That had to
be a lie! Were they implying a six-year-old girl could have beaten up a
grown man? That could not be, that was just impossible! Even if...
He saw the biceps ball up at Janes sides as she strode towards him.
Even if...
Her tiny fist slammed into his gut. Wayne gagged loudly, when it sunk in so
deeply he feared it would enter his back right through his spine. He bent
forward, his arms hanging down limply, his vision growing unfocused.
Even if at age fourteen she was much stronger than him.

He did not really notice, how Jane snatched him by the neck or by the
crotch. What he did notice was, when suddenly his whole body was hoisted up
from the ground.
He let out scream as suddenly he was lifted into the air with his feet
leaving the ground and he floated more than five feet above the ground
supported only by two shockingly muscular female arms that pressed his much
larger body straight up into the air.
"You got your phone out, Ethan?", the girl below him asked calmly and the
tone of her voice said: "I can do this all day! Cause I've got awesome
muscles like mommy!"
"No, the thing in my hand is a sandwich.", the boy replied sarcastically,
"I've been filming since he was pounding you against the tree and had his
embarassing little outburst."
"Yay, that was so funny." And with those words she just dropped Wayne.
A loud pain filled gasp escaped his lips as he slammed down on the hard
ground on his back. He moaned unable to move in the first moment.
Something slammed down on his stomach and he coughed. Dizzily blinking up,
he saw the the fourteen-year-old girl with the dirty blonde hair smile down
at him. She sat on his stomach her knees next to his body and her shapely
thighs on his side.
Wayne jerked, when he saw her trying to throw her off. Before he could as
much as touch her, he screamed in agony. Pain flooded through his body from
the massive vice digging in his sides. Jane was putting the pressure on him
squeezing his body between her flexing thighs.
Wayne grabbed her legs, that were now audibly straining the fabric of her
already tight jeans, trying to pry his finger between her jeans-clad thighs
and his body.
He failed miserably. His hands shaking from the pain failed to budge the
thick muscles clamping down on his side for even the inch he would have
needed. He flipped his grip, trying to get a different hold on her thighs,
that had seemingly grown to the hardness of marble below the jeans and
vibrated with the muscular strength torturing him.
It was not before he heard the tear of fabric, that the pressure subsided.
"Damn it!", Jane cursed, as she relaxed her thighs, "Not again."
Wayne breathed a sigh of relief slu ping back down below the girl. It did
not last. The muscle girl grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to
her pouting face. Apparently she had liked those jeans.
Wayne groaned trying to muster some resistance, but before he managed he
saw how Jane pulled her free arm back.
He saw the muscles on her bare arms shift and ripple, the defintion growing
more pronounced, her biceps rising up into a sharp peak, the split forming,
the vein pushing out. The arm remained for a moment in that position
shaking with with power to be unleashed. Then she hit him.
He did not even see it. There was a flash of light before his eyes, then
the back of his head bounced of the ground. The coppery taste of iron
filled his mouth.
He needed a moment to even realize, that he was in pain. In the first
moment the pain had been too much to even process it.
By the time he opened his lips to scream Jane was already pulling him back
up again. Her arm bulged up incredibly once more. She hit him again.
Pulled him back up. And hit him!
Pulled him back up. Hit him!
Pulled him back up. She let him slump back down to the floor.
Waynes head rolled to the side, as he hit the groaned. His breath was
little more than a wheeze.
Her small hands. Hands that had absolutely destroyed him searched through
his pockets. When they found what they were looking for, they pulled his
wallet out.
Wayne could hear the rustling of the bills, as Jane pulled them out.
"Oh.", she noted then let the wallet drop on his chest.
He felt the weight of the girl get off his stomach now and saw her sport
shoes, as she walked away. She picked up her sweatshirt, as she passed it,
and put it back on without closing the zipper. Then she strolled over to
Ethan and Dillan like nothing had happened.
Wayne could see the horror on his little brothers bloodless face from where
he was lying. It hurt. But Jane had hurt him more.

"So...?", Ethan asked stepping in front of Dillan, "Just you and me. Isn't
that what you told J? Want to go now?"
"No!", Dillan gasped, raising his hands in defense, "No, please don't!"
"Okay." Ethan shrugged and stepped to the side just as Jane reached them.
"He is all yours, J."
Dillan probably did not even see the gut punch coming that bend him in
half. His knees hit the ground.
"Geez, J.", Ethan muttered, completely ignoring Dillan, and pulled out a
handkerchief, "How do I explain this to your dad?"
"Ow! That hurt!", Jane complained, while Ethan cleaned the blood of her
face. Ethan must have touched her injured lip.
"Don't be a baby, J. You wouldn't even whine like this, if I had kicked you
in the face.", the boy scolded her, then turned back to Dillan, "Are you in
the shape to give me the five bucks you owe us or do I have to get them
myself?"
Slowly Dillan pulled out his wallet and handed over the bill.
"Good boy.", Ethan told him when he took it.
"Oh!", Jane exclaimed in a worried tone, "He didn't have twenty."
Ethan frowned, as the girl handed him Waynes money. "Five bucks short...
Oh, Dillan..."
Waynes little brother groaned, but reached for his wallet again.
"Hold your horses, buddy.", Ethan stopped him, "We're not the bullies here.
You and Wayne are."
Wayne groaned. He really hated irony.
"Just tell your big bad badly beaten bro, to bring us the money before
first period tomorrow. Otherwise J might come over to his class and collect
it. Bye."
"Bye, Dillan, see you tomorrow!", Jane hummed and wrapped her arms around
one of Ethans, "Sorry, that I cheapshotted you. You can try for real
tomorrow."
Wayne could still hear them talk for a while.
"Ethan, my hoodie got dirty."
"Obviously, you dropped it out here."
"And my jeans ripped again."
"That's what happens when you flex in jeans that are already tight when
your legs are relaxed. How many times do you need to do it wrong till you
get it, genius?"
"Aren't geniuses smart? You always say I'm stupid."
"How about I just get you your icecream, musclehead?"
"Yay!"


The end
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