Family Matters
by Alpesco



I was lucky to be the one to drive her back from the dance. She was just 16,
and the best looking girl on the floor. She was five ten and off-blonde with a
striking figure. She wore a short skirt and denim shirt with torn-off sleeves,
tied up off the waist. and how she danced. I was 18 and glad I had my own
car..

We stopped outside this two storey farmhouse. I started to kiss her, but she
invited me in, leading me through the front door.

'You're late!' a man in his late forties was sat beside a similar aged woman
in one corner of the room. The girl said nothing, flinging herself down on the
empty sofa and beckoning me to sit beside her.

'Who is this guy?' the man demanded. The girl's long arms snaked round my neck
and pulled me towards her, gripping tightly as she kissed me passionately. Her
arms were surprisingly strong, so strong that I don't think I could have
broken that grip easily if I had wanted to. But I didn't want to. I kissed her
back just as hard.

'Young lady!' The older man was angry now, standing right in front of us. I
tried to disentangle myself, but the girl's arms were so strong that I
couldn't push as much as a half inch away from her, and she didn't really seem
to be trying to resist me.

Brionn!' the man roared.

Now at last the girl released me, turning to face the angry man. 'What?' she
scowled.

'What do you think you're doing coming in this late? And who is this creature
you've brought in to our house to behave so disgracefully with?'

'This is not your house.' the girl spat. 'It belonged to my parents.'

'I'm your uncle and I'm your guardian,' the man said, 'and I want this man out
of the house now.'

I began to rise but Brionn pulled me back. 'No. Stay where you are.' She
stood. to stare her uncle in the eye. 'You're giving no more orders,' she
said. 'I'm entertaining a friend. You and your wife are going to go to bed.'

'What?' the man roared. 'I think it's time I taught you some respect, young
lady.' He drew back an arm to hit her. But the blow never landed. Before I
could even take in what was happening, the girl's right fist lashed forward to
drive three blurringly-fast jabs right into the middle of her uncle's
forehead.

The larger man staggered back several paces, seeming dazed by the unexpected
power of the teenage girl's punches. Furious, he swung his fists wildly,
trying to hit back. But Brionn ducked easily beneath the blows to deliver
three massive punches of her own. Each hit home with astonishing power,
propelled by her long, sinuous arms. The resounding impacts echoed right
across the room as her fists tore intohis face and body. I didn't think a girl
could hit so hard. The sheer power of her blows shocked me, her long arms
sleek with coiling muscle as they powered her shots home. Her uncle groaned as
each of the huge blows landed, falling farther and farther back beneath her
onslaught, blood streaming from his face as he crashed into the back wall.

I stood up as Brionn stopped six feet from her victim, fists clenched. 'Sit
down,' she said. I did so. 'I told you to go up to bed,' she said calmly to
the older man. 'Now do as I say.'

He wiped some of the blood from his lip and looked at her unsteadily. His wife
ran up to help him, but was halted by a single look from the girl. 'Go up to
your room,' she ordered. 'Now.'

'Ungrateful girl!' the older woman spat. 'We're only here to help you.'

'You're here for my father's land.' Brionn said. 'That's all you're interested
in. Now go upstairs before I really lose my temper and decide to knock your
head off.'

The older woman retreated.

'Come up, Frank,' she said.

'No!' Frank shouted. 'I'm gonna show this little brat who's boss!' He turned
with a sudden roar to charge at Brionn. But she was ready for him. Her long
right leg flew upwrd to smash into his chest, hurling him back into the wall.
Stepping forward once more, she smashed five more huge, straight-armed punches
ito his midsection. She looked angry, really angry. And Frank felt the full
force of her anger as her powerful blows crashed into him, driven with all the
uncoiling power of her long body. And her blows were doing astonishing damage.
The larger man was doubled over by the power of each of her devastating
punches, emitting ever deeper groans of pain as the blows tore into his body.

After the fifth she stepped back, leaving her victim doubled over and gasping
painfully for breath. He could barely stand. He was moaning with pain and I
could see tears in his eyes. She stared at hm for a moment, then asked. 'Do
you want any more?'

'No.' He seemed completely broken by those five terrible punches, and he shook
his head. 'You hit me too hard. I think you've broke my ribs.'

I can hit harder than that if I want,' Brionn said. 'Now go to your room and
stay there.'

He turned and had begun walking away when the front door suddenly opened and
in walked a taller man in his late thirties and a tall young woman with blonde
hair. Both were about six feet tall.

'What's going on?' the woman said. She wore a blouse and black jeans.

'Nothing,' said Brionn. 'What's brought you back here, Chris?'

'Frank sent word that you were getting wild and out of hand,' the man said.
'It seems he was right.' He turned to me. 'You. Whoever you are, get out!'

'Stay where you are,' Brionn said. 'This is my home, not his. He's just
another of my uncles - here for what he can get.'

'It's not just your home,' said the taller girl. 'In fact its probably more
mine than yours, since I'm the eldest sister.'

'But you left - for some career in the city. I live here, and xxxx, That makes
this place our home.'

'Where is xxxx?'

'Already in bed,' Brionn answered. 'And that's where Uncle Frank is going,
now. And as for you, Joseph,' She spoke to the second man now. 'I don't want
to see you within ten miles of this place. Get in your car and go now!'

You don't talk to me like that!' Joseph strode forward angrily.

I knew what was coming. He didn't.

From out of nowhere, the sixteen year-old's right fist cannoned forward to
smash into the base of his advancing jaw. The astonishing force of the blow
stopped the larger man dead, and sent him staggering backward. She followed
through with three more, just as hard, if not more so, all striking home
before he could regain his composure - and suddenly, unbelievably, the six
foot man was on the floor, struggling to rise to his feet. I found it hard to
credit the frightening speed and power of this girl's punches. I wondered if
I, two years older and two inches taller could produce punches anything like
as fast and potent.

With a curious roar, the bleeding Joseph threw himself to his feet and lunged
furiously towards Brionn. Almost contemptuously, she stepped aside, curlng her
long arms down behind his back, then up beneath his armpits and back again to
link behind his neck in a full nelson. I saw the muscles on her strong arms
tighten as they forced him up and up, bending his head painfully forward as
they did so. He struggled and fought, but her grip was unbelievably strong and
held him on tiptoe, immobile.

'Now listen to me,' she said quietly. 'I could snap your neck right now if I
wanted to.' She squeezed tighter to illustrate her point, drawing a moan of
pain. 'My parents and you always hated one another, because of what you did. I
don't want to see you here again.' With that she threw him forward into the
wall with such force that he bounced right off, staggering back into three
collossal upward-swinging hooked punches from Brionn. Each was delivered with
the same enormous power, crashing into his face and upper body with
bone-breaking force. I'd never seen a grown man hit so hard, let alone a girl
like Brionn.

Joe smashed back into the wall and fell to his knees, his face a bloodied
mess.

'You can stay,' she nodded to her elder sister, 'but he goes now.' She turned
back to her bleeding opponent. 'Get in your car and go.'

'No wait.' the other young woman said. 'You're a good fighter, Brionn. And
you're very strong. You've always been able to hit very hard and very fast.
You can hurt people badly when you've a mind to, but that doesn't mean you can
always have your own way. You can't force people to do as you want all the
time. You are out of control. You need discipline.'

'Are you going to discipline me?'

'I may have to.'

'I'm a lot stronger than I was a year ago,' said Brionn. 'I'm faster and a lot
more skillful too.'

'We'll see.' Chris took a step forward her hands held out before her
half-clenched. Brionn squared off in the space available. I could see the
similarities now between the sisters, Chris two inches taller but fully grown
with the same lithe, rangy, but powerful build.

Chris feinted with one arm, and drew a stinging response from Brionn, who
caught her outstretched hand with a swift jab.

'You're faster,' the older sister nodded. 'But...'

She made a sudden forward attack, a fierce combination of kicks and jabs from
her long arms and legs. Somehow Brionn avoided them all, falling back to
respond with a lightning-fast series of kicks of her own, which also missed
their intended target. But Brionn didn't stop as her sister had done. She kept
on pressing home her attack with an eye-blurring sequence of lightning fast
jabs all directed at her sister's face and body.

The first five or six, Chris evaded, but the seventh and eighth found their
mark, hitting the elder sister in the cheek and lip and drawing a thin trail
of blood.

Chris struck back angrily with three more kicks and four fast jabs, one of
which caught Brionn, and drew a smear of blood. There followed some more wary
jabbing and kicking, with none of the blows finding their target and both
protagonists running short on breath.

'You're good.' Chris acknowledged.

'You don't know how good.' said Brionn, feinting suddenly with her left and
then unleashing three stunning jabs with her right, all of which caught her
sister hard in the temple. The older girl fell back, visibly dazed. The blows
were so fast they did not seem to be that powerful, but I could see Chris
shaking her head, trying to get it clear.

But it was too late, the fight was as good as over. For now Brionn's powerful
arms unleashed a sequence of six huge punches which tore into her elder
sister's face and body with punishing force, driving her back across the room.
All at once the older sister was defenceless against the younger girl's speed,
intensity and sheer brute strength. Chris groaned ever louder with each fierce
blow that tore into her, dark bruises springing up where each blow landed. The
last blow drew a long intense groan of pain. Now Brionn took a step back, her
fists still clenched. She knew she'd won, both of them knew. Her blows had
done enough damage to slow her sister and make her a sitting target for
anything else she chose to send in, and Brionn was still full of hittting.
They stared at each other for a moment and Chris nodded.

'You win.' she said., nursing her damaged temple.'I don't want to take another
one of those punches. They're so hard they're frightening. They really, really
hurt!'

'Okay.' said Brionn. 'But don't try to tell me what to do. 'Frank may be my
legal guardian, but he's in my home. You don't live here any more, so I make
the decisions. As long as that's understood, we'll get along fine.'

'But you can't..' Frank began.

Brionn sent her fist hurtling into the wall an inch away from Frank's face. I
expected her to be hurt by this thoughtless act, but she didn't even wince as
her balled fist crashed into the wooden boarding and went right on through it
to make a jagged round hole in the wall. She withdrew her undamaged fist fom
the hole she'd just made in front of the shaken Frank. 'If you want to stay
here you obey my rules,' Brionn said calmly. 'Joe, leave now, and don't come
back.'

The bleeding Joe nodded silently and left. We listened to his car drive away
into the distance. 'You two.' she nodded to Frank and his wife. 'I told you to
go to bed.'

Wordlessly they nodded and turned to go upstairs.

'And what about me?' asked Chris. 'Are you sending me away as well?'

'No' said Brionn, 'You're always welcome here, but I'm going to be busy for
the next few minutes,' she turned to look at me. 'so you'd do best to get an
early night.'

Chris smiled thinly and withdrew, leaving me alone on the couch. Brionn, still
umarked, slinked down beside me.

'I don't believe that,' I said.

'You'd better believe it. I can beat nearly anyone in a fair fight,' she said,
flexing her arm to reveal the powerful set of muscles that lay there. 'So
you'd better not get me real angry. Now where were we? I don't think we'll be
disturbed again.'