Melissa 3 - Big Brother's Long Weekend
G-Power  - g_power2000@hotmail.com
Melissa repeatedly defeats and humiliates her big brother

  As he lay in darkness, John's head cleared a little. He was still smarting 
from the beating that his 13 year-old sister had given him. He decided that 
he would surprise Melissa in the morning and give her the beating of his 
life.

  John tiptoed quietly down the stairs. Melissa was in her bathrobe, heating 
up a pot of water for tea. Yawning, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and 
shook her loose hanging long reddish-brown hair, feeling a glow of 
satisfaction from her victory over John the night before. After busting his 
balls and otherwise hurting him, she made him go to bed early, without 
dinner. She knew that her brother felt humiliated and would try to regain 
the upper hand, and knowing John, she figured that he would try something 
sneaky.

  Suddenly Melissa heard the floor creaking slightly and she knew that her 
creepy big brother was creeping up behind her. She hummed softly to herself, 
not letting on that she could see his reflection in the tea kettle as he 
sneaked up behind her. When he was close he jumped up, landing on Melissa's 
back, his arms wrapping around her neck.

  Melissa swiftly bent her right lower leg back and her bare heel crashed 
into John's already sore balls from behind. He moaned in pain and surprise, 
releasing his hold on her neck and falling to the ground. "Gotcha again, Big 
Brother!" giggled Melissa. "It looks like you haven't fully learned your 
lesson yet. Oh well, it's only Saturday morning. I have all weekend to 
punish you if that's what it takes to beat some sense in you!"

  "Y-You surprised me last night!" retorted John. You couldn't have done 
that if I was prepared for you!"

  Melissa chuckled. "Oh, poor baby! she mocked. "Poor 17 year-old Johnnyboy 
can't handle his 13 year-old sister because he wasn't prepared, so she beats 
him up!" John blushed in humiliation. "I'll tell you what, Brother-boy. Ill 
give you all day to get your frustration out of your system. You can 
challenge me to as many fights as you want. I'll beat you every time! Just 
don't be a coward and try to sneak up from me from behind or the next time I 
won't just kick your balls, I'll pull them right off of you!" She put her 
bare foot on his crotch as he lay on the floor and wiggled her toes. "Got 
it, wimp-ass Big brother?"

  Angrily, John pulled his body out from under his little sister's foot and 
stood up. "Okay, you little brat," he said, going into a fighting crouch. 
"Now you're going to get it!" He then lunged at Melissa, who waited until he 
was close enough and then drove her knee powerfully into his balls. John 
crashed back down to the floor with a howl.

  The tea kettle whistled. Humming contentedly, Melissa turned away from her 
writhing brother to pour her tea. She heard John getting to his feet but 
pointedly ignored him as she sat down at the table. She lit a cigarette and 
sipped her tea, demonstrating that she was totally unafraid of anything that 
her former tormentor might try.

  "Any time you want to fight, Johnnyboy, all day today, just let me know 
and we'll go at it. But until you beat me, you have to do as I say, just 
like last night! John grumbled an unintelligible response, mainly to save 
face, not because he had anything meaningful to say. He was in too much of a 
state of bewilderment to think straight, let alone talk straight.

  Melissa stubbed out her cigarette and flicked it onto the floor near where 
John was struggling to her feet. "Clean that up boy!" she murmured. "And 
then wash my teacup. After that you'll clean the house while I supervise 
you. And remember, any time that you don't want to obey my orders any more, 
all you have to do is challenge me to a fight and beat me!"

  Fuming with humiliation, John reluctantly did as he was told. "I'll do 
this, but I want to fight you again before you make me do anything else!" he 
muttered.

  "No problem, JOhnnyboy, I'll wait for you in the living room. "Let me know 
when you're ready!" Melissa drawled. She Knew how much he hated being called 
"Johnnyboy". Almost as much as he hated being beaten up by his kid sister! 
That's why Melissa did it. She was playing with his mind, and his mind was 
in turmoil. Melissa felt wonderful, her only regret being that she had 
waited so long and endured so much from her former bullying brother.

  John finished up in the kitchen and found Melissa sitting on the living 
room chair, smoking another cigarette. "Okay, Johnnyboy," she purred as she 
stood up, "give it your best shot. But when I finish with you, you will put 
on an apron and clean the kitchen!" As Melissa knew it would, John's face 
flushed red with anger at his sister's goading.

  Covering is genital area with his left hand, John charged at Melissa, 
swinging her right fist at her. Melissa took a drag of her cigarette, ducked 
under the punch and slammed her knee into his groin. His hand didn't offer 
much protection. The shot to his balls was agony, and pain shot up his left 
hand. Melissa grabbed his wrist and flung him to the floor, letting go of 
him only before almost dislocating his shoulder.

  Melissa put her cigarette in her mouth and casually leaned over, grabbed 
his ankles in her hands, stood back up and spread his legs out as wide as 
she could. Grinning with both excitement and and girlish wonder at te 
discovery of her power, she slowly bent her knee and lifted her foot over 
his groin. "N-NO M-MELISSA! PLEASE, I GIVE UP!" he shrieked. Melissa felt a 
shudder of excitement ripple through her. The experience of her big brother 
being terrified of her was still new to her. But instinctively Melissa knew 
that she couldn't let up the pressure on him. "Sorry, Johnnyboy, it's just 
too hard to resist!" With that she stomped down on his balls. She kept her 
hold on his ankles and stomped again, crushing his hands when he tried to 
block her path. She shifted her foot's position ad swung her foot underneath 
his groin, her toes pounding in to the underside of his balls. John was 
beside himself in pain, desperately trying to pull away from his sister's 
viselike grip. With a grunt she stood him upside down on his head. "All 
right, Johnnyboy!" she sang. "I'm letting you go now. If you still want to 
fight me again just let me know. You can fight me as many times as you like 
today, bu t you might  just want to face reality and give up! But for now 
you will put on Mom's apron and start doing the dishes, understand?"

  "YES, YES, MELISSA, PLEASE, ANYTHING, JUST LET ME GO!" cried John. Melissa 
let go of John's ankles. John crumpled back to the floor and slowly picked 
himself up as his sister sat back down in the living room, turned on the 
television and finished her cigarette.

  Melissa gave John a hard time with the dishes and everything else. She 
inspected his work and found fault, making him clean the kitchen floor three 
times before she was satisfied.

  An hour after the previous onslaught, John told Melissa that he was ready 
to fight again. This time she faked blows to his balls and instead 
concentrated on his belly and face. John's balls worked against him, Melissa 
realized. Not only were they painful when wounded, not only were they so 
conveniently available to an attacking female, but even if she didn't touch 
him there, he would be so worried that she would and would always leave 
other parts of his body defenseless. She also realized that despite his 
height advantage of four inches, she was better coordinated than him and was 
able to attack him at will. She now realized that even without busting his 
balls, she probably could have beaten him up in a fight years ago. Anyhow, 
after five minutes of knocking her big brother around, he gave up and 
pleaded with Melissa to stop. After an additional five minutes, in her own 
time, Melissa finally stopped her beating.

  After finishing the kitchen, Melissa had John vacuum the living room. John 
said that he had to go to the bathroom, but instead of coming right back 
down he tiptoed to his bedroom. Melissa noticed this but pretended not to. 
Whatever John was up to, Melissa was sure she could handle it.

  When he came back to the living room, John charged at Melissa without 
warning when her back was to him. She let him wrestle her to the ground and 
land on top of her. Then she quickly went into action, spinning around and 
driving her right leg between his legs. She pounded her knee into his groin 
and encountered a dull thud. John was wearing a protective cup!

  The cup caused a small amount of pain to Melissa's knee, but it hurt John 
more, even with the cup on. Now Little Sister was angry! She slammed her 
fist into his already bruised nose and as he cried, his hands flying to his 
nose, she unbuttoned his pants and stuck her hand underneath the cup. Her 
fingers found his balls and squeezed, and her efforts were rewarded by the 
highest shrieks that she had been able to get out of her brother's strangled 
throat. She had become proficient at kicking balls over the past two days, 
but now she was getting up close and personal with John's testicles, 
kneading them in her fingers.

  "If you ever try anything like that again, Johnnyboy," Melissa hissed, 
"I'll squeeze your balls into pulp and pound it up your throat!" She gave a 
quick, violent squeeze and let go.

  It's not fair!" whimpered John. "I can't fight when I'm afraid that you're 
going to hurt my balls!"

    Melissa chuckled at her big brother's whining. "What you're really 
saying, Johnnyboy, is that because men have balls and women don't, that 
women have the natural advantage! I agree with you. But it's more than that. 
Women are mentally tougher, and even physically tougher if not always 
stronger. I KNOW that I could beat you easily without going near your poor 
little gonads! For the rest of the day I promise that I will never attack 
your balls in any fight that you challenge me to!"

  A little later, John was ready for another fight. True to her word, 
Melissa didn't attack his balls. Instead she got him into a full-nelson, 
painfully punishing him yet again. Then she pulled his arm back behind him 
and he was wailing like a baby for his baby sister to stop hurting him.

  Melissa let go, and saw that almost all of the fight had gone out of John. 
She felt excited that she had nearly broken her big brother to her will, but 
she wanted to goad him into one more final degradation. As John lay 
whimpering on the floor, Melissa knelt beside him and sang in the universal 
children's taunting melody: "I'm stronger than you are!" I'm stronger than 
you are!"

  As she knew it would, Melissa's singing went straight to the heart of 
John's ego. "Y-Youre not s-stronger than me!" he blubbered. "I don't know 
how you did what you did, but you're still not stronger than me!"

  Melissa giggled. "Okay, Brother-boy. All I have done is beat back your 
challenges all day long, hurting you a little more each time! But if you 
still need to be convinced that I'm stronger than you, then let's 
arm-wrestle right now!"

  Melissa wasn't only a better fighter than her brother, she was also 
smarter than him. He may have been able to beat her in an arm-wrestling 
match before they started the day's fighting, but now she had worn down his 
body and his spirit. And she had just put his arms through intense pain and 
strain. John looked at his sister, already poised with her right arm in 
position to grasp his. He knew that he had no choice. He couldn't back away, 
but she had spooked him so much that he had no self-confidence left.

  As John's nervously sweating hand met Melissa's, she casually lit a 
cigarette with her right hand. He tensed up, ready to go. He pushed forward 
several inches and was then stopped cold. Melissa looked like she wasn't 
even paying attention, taking drags of her cigarette and blowing smoke 
rings, her arm didn't budge. Then Melissa took a drag and blew a long stream 
of smoke at John. "Okay, big brother, I'm ready to go!" she purred, firmly 
pulling her arm and both of their hands into an upright position. "Okay, 
1-2-3- GO!" she barked, keeping her arm in that position, grinning at John's 
frustration as he wasn't able to move her arm down. Then, Melissa brought 
their arms halfway to the floor and held him in that position while she took 
another lazy drag and blew more smoke rings.

  Melissa lowered her arm so that John's hand was two inches from the ground 
and then painfully twisted his wrist. John cried for Melissa to let go, that 
he was giving up. But Melissa wasn't ready to stop, and she kept twisting 
and pulling his wrist. In desperation, John tried to pull his arm and hand 
down to end the mat, but Melissa firmly kept John's hand from touching the 
floor, prolonging the match for her own pleasure, even though of course she 
could have pounded his hand to the floor whenever she wanted. Finally she 
slammed and ground his hand with a vicious flourish.

  After that, Melissa made John strip naked as he continued to clean the 
house. As he was doing this, Melissa called a boy from her school who had 
asked her out. She hadn't given him an answer before, but now she called him 
up. Paul was overjoyed to hear from Melissa, but bewildered when she told 
him that she would provide their transportation - her brother John would 
drive them to the movies in his new car and act as their chauffeur!

  Knowing that he had no choice, John miserably agreed. Paul was amused when 
John got out of the car to open the rear door for him. They made out 
together as John drove, realizing that he was now a servant to two thirteen 
year-old kids who were having more adult activity than he ever had.

  That night was just the beginning. Melissa informed John that from then 
on, he and his car would be at her disposal, and that he would start by 
driving her to school every morning, beginning on Monday. John morosely 
nodded, figuring that complaining wouldn't help. He would have to try to 
figure out some way out of this mess.

  After they got home, John asked Melissa if he could at least have a 
cigarette after his long, painful day. He had been smoking for a couple of 
years, but Melissa had taken his cigarettes from him and forbade him to 
smoke.Melissa was amused at how humiliated he looked, and realized how 
difficult it must be for him to be reduced to asking his kid sister for 
permission to smoke. He must have really needed one bad! But Melissa knew 
that if she was going to break him she couldn't give him an inch. Giving her 
brother a smug grin, she put a cigarette between her lips, lit it and then 
swiftly shoved it into his mouth. She laughed with delight as she clamped 
her fingers on his lips, making him extinguish, chew and gag it down. 
"That's the only smoking that you'll be doing from now on, when I use you as 
a receptacle for my cigarettes!" declared Melissa. "Look at you! You're 
crying like a baby, and babies can't smoke! In fact it's way past bedtime 
for babies, so get ready for me to tuck you in!"

  So like the night before, Melissa tucked her big brother into bed like a 
mother would with a baby. And in every way, John was feeling like a helpless 
baby, suffering at the hands of his merciless little sister.

  As he miserably laid in his bed, John told himself that if he could just 
endure Melissa the next day until their parents came home, he would be okay, 
and he would figure out to do to get out from under her thumb during the 
week. He felt so ashamed. He used to look forward to those weekends alone 
when he would torment Melissa. Now he couldn't wait for Mom and Dad to come 
home so that he would finally feel safe from her attacks. What a difference 
two days make!

  John would have been horrified if he knew that at that very moment, his 
sister was planning his torments for the next day. And the plans included an 
ingenious method that came to Melissa's mind to continue her torment of him 
in the house even after they returned, right under their noses. Melissa 
smiled contentedly. If John only knew, he might run away from home! By the 
following night he would know, but by then it would be too late!

    TO BE CONTINUED