Babysitting Blues
by Alpesco
Babysitting Brionn is no fun at all.


I was not happy. Like any normal seventeen-year-old, I wanted to spend
Saturday night out in town with my friends. Instead, I had to stay here at the
ranch and nursemaid two kids. One of them was my thirteen-year-old second
cousin Brionn, the other a boy of the same age called Steve, who was also here
for the vacation.

It was about eight when the others left. There weren't many guests left at the
end of the season, and we had the whole bunkhouse unit to ourselves.

I was planning to watch some hot videos I'd got from Dave, so the last thing I
wanted was to see the two kids still downstairs. They were fighting over the
TV remote, rolling off a sofa and onto the floor, their arms entwined as they
struggled for it.

"Get to bed," I said. "Both of you!"

They ignored me and carried on scuffling. I was surprised to notice that the
girl appeared to be easily the stronger of the two. Her left hand grabbed his
right wrist and twisted it back until he cried in pain. He twisted round
beneath her to see her right fist poised above him. "Give me the remote." she
demanded.

"No!" The boy tried to move his body out of the way, the remote still in his
free hand. But the girl's left hand still pinned his right arm to the floor,
and he couldn't move it an inch.

"Okay," Brionn said easily, her right hand still poised above him. "Guess I'll
have to teach yo who's boss." With that, her arm shot downward, driving her
fist half-playfully in to his stomach. At least it looked playful. But Steve
gave a startlingly loud cry, drawing his knees protectively into his stomach,
tears beginning to spring to his eyes.

"Owwww! That hurt!" He rolled onto his side, dropping the controller and
beginning to howl, as she stood up to watch him.

"Get up!" I said. "Stop fooling around." But Steve took a long time to clamber
back to his feet, his arms held protectively in front of his body. His face
was red, he was gasping for breath and his eyes streamed with tears.

"I told you I could take you down with one punch," the girl said, already
seating herself in front of the TV and flicking through the channels with the
remote. "I didn't even have to hit you that hard.."

"That was hard," the boy wailed, "too hard. You couldn't take a punch like
that...."

"Wanna bet?" said Brionn, standing. "Just try. I'll let you hit me in the
stomach, as hard as you like."

"And you won't hit me back?"

"No." She shook her head. The two were about the same size. Though Steve
looked blockier. She was tall for her age and thin, with shortish blonde hair.
She must have been about five foot eight to my five eleven. She wore a pair of
cut-off denim shorts and a tiny black crop top that left her arms, shoulders
and stomach bare.

The girl tensed her stomach, and I was impressed, despite myself at just how
developed it was. Her narrow waist definined itself, the area of her midriff
transforming into twin columns made up of squared blocks of muscle. She
stretched her arms out wide to either side, using her fingers to beckon Steve
closer. Her arms were really long, I noticed, several inches longer than the
boy's, and although their length made them appear slender at first glance,
they were at least as thick as Steve's, and looked pretty solid.

I watched the boy draw back his fist and shoot it into the girl's midriff.
There was a solid smack, but the girl didn't wince or show the slightest
evidence she'd felt anything at all. Steve on the other hand stared at her
hard.

"Is that the best you can do?" she asked. "I didn't feel a thing."

"Try this!" the boy hit harder, twisting into the blow. There was another
smack. The sound was what you'd get if you hit a sack of cement hard wth your
bare fist, and again Steve's fist just bounced off the solid layers of muscle.
"Owww!" he yelled, holding his wrist. "How do you do that?"

"Cause my muscle's a lot harder than your flab!" the girl taunted.

Steve flew at her, arms outstretched. But Brionn caught him by both wrists,
and held his arms away from her. For a moment or two he struggled, then her
arms took control, forcing his downward and back, around his body. Not only
was she stronger than this boy her own age, she was a whole lot stronger! Her
arms were wrapped about his middle now, squeezing him tightly.

As if to prove her strength still further, with a soft grunt, she lifted him
right off his feet, uncoiling her arms as she did so, to twist him round
through 180 degrees, until hs whole body was upended, and she held him
suspended completely upside down in a tight bearhug.

He bellowed like a small bull, his feet waving helplessly in the air as she
held him, head-downward. But despite his struggles, he was completely unable
to free his arms or disentangle his body from Brionn's tight grip.

I watched open-mouthed. The girl was a lot skinnier than him and must weigh
twenty pounds less than he did. But she was amazingly strong, her long arms
cutting into his waist as he screamed and bellowed to be let down.

"Do you give?" Brionn demanded, still holding him upside-down. "Am I the boss?
Do I get to choose the night's TV?"

He gave a muffled bellow but did not answer. I was slightly glad of this,
embarrassed to see one of my own sex overpowered so completely by this skinny
girl. She couldn't hold him like that for long. She'd have to weaken. He only
had to hang tough.

"No?" the girl said, her voice showing no strain at all. "Then I'll have to
convince you." And to my surprise, she straightened to stand taller, arching
her back. Then her arms applied a sudden massive squeeze. I could see the
muscles along her arms thicken as those arms cut into his waist as if it were
a stuffed cushion.

"Aaaaaaaagghh!" he cried, screaming in pain as her arms held in their new
position. "I can't... I can't breathe!"

"So?" Brionn's voice seemed as level as before. "Convinced yet?"

"Yes. Yes. I give! I give!" He squealed, gasping for breath. "You're the boss!
Now put me down."

He sighed as her arms relaxed their grip somewhat. Turning, the girl lowered
her groaning victim on to the sofa.

"You should be ashamed." I said. "Squealing like that to a girl. Act like a
man."

"Oh yeah?" Brionn turned on me. "And how much of a man are you? Telling us to
get to bed? You're nearly eighteen, but I'll bet you can't hit me hard enough
in the stomach to hurt me." She tensed her powerful stomach muscles once more.

"Don't be stupid." I said. "And you're right. I'm the adult and I'm telling
you to get off to bed - now!"

"No way!" she said. "You're not telling us what to do. If you're tired, you go
to bed."

I'd had enough. "Get upstairs, and get changed," I roared, "before I do
something to make you cry."

"If you're so big and strong, why don't you try it?" she sneered. "You can't
make me do anything. I train in three styles of martial arts - and there's
no-one in this county can beat me in any of them. Also, I'm real strong." She
raised her arms into a double bicep pose, and began to tense her muscles.

At once her waist grew even narrower as surprisingly thick abdominal muscles
gathered into a rippling six-pack across her stomach. From nowhere, lats and
delts appeared, widening her already broad shoulders, and on her arms, as she
flexed, rose an impressive array of muscle. The amount of muscle on this
girl's arms and shoulders was astonishing, especially when compared to the
slightness of the rest of her body. Each of her flexed arms was well over half
the width of her waist or even her slim hips. In fact her long,
heavily-muscled arms and shoulders looked as though they must weigh almost as
much as the rest of her upper body.

She nodded to her narrow waist. "Seventeen inches." she announced. She
indicated her upper arm. "Thirteen inches." She said with pride, glancing down
to admire her swelling right bicep, the off-blonde hair falling in a fringe
over her forehead.

"Just try and hit me" she dared me " - here in the stomach. Try your hardest!
Make me cry and I'll go to bed, no trouble. Fail, and I do what I want."

"I'd break you apart!" I said.

"What - a flab-bellied wuss like you?"

That was it. I balled my fist, drew my arm back and drove it hard into her
exposed stomach. I don't know what I expected, most probably for her to double
over and start screaming. But what I got was a complete shock. I weighed a
hundred and seventy pounds. She couldn't have weighed much more than 100, but
she wasn't even fazed by my punch. She'd braced herself to meet it, and
staggered back only a half-step, making not a sound. The most astonishing
thing was the feel of her stomach. It was like punching a truck tire - so
hard, so rugged that my fist almost glanced off. I let out an involuntary cry
of pain as my wrist twisted with the impact.

The girl gave a smirk. "I hardly felt that. Want to try again?"

Furious, I hit her again, even harder, in that slender, rock-hard stomach of
hers. Again she was forced back a pace by the sheer impact of my punch, but
that was all.

I was more prepared for the hardness and density of that muscle wall now, but
I still could not get used to the jarring force with which my fist was brought
to a dead halt.

"Owww!" Again, it was me who cried out as the bones in my wrist twisted,
grating off each other.

Steven's eyes widened. "Wow! Brionn." He said. "You're really strong!"

"Is that the best you can do?" Brionn said to me, tensing her stomach muscles
a little more, making them ripple like water in a stream. "That's real
punyville."

Furious, I reached out to grab her. And just like the boy, her arms flashed
out to clamp their hands about my wrists. I smiled. She was barely more than
half my weight. Did she think she could begin to hold me back?

Then, to my horror, I found that I simply couldn't move my arms any further
forward. Those long, sinuous arms of hers were actually resisting me - and
with surprising strength. I pushed forward again, determined to force her arms
backward. But the girl's arms just braced themselves still further and
continued to resist me. I could see coiling ropes of muscle begin to gather
and thicken in Brionn's arms and shouldersmas they held mine back, but I still
couldn't believe this hundred pound girl was continuing to resist me.

Grunting with the exertion and throwing every ounce of my power into the
battle, I strained to force my arms forward. But I could not move the long
arms of this thirteen-year-old a single inch further backward! This slip of a
girl had somehow gained arms that were as strong as mine! I was realy
struggling, and I couldn't beat her! It was so humiliating. I stared into the
girl's face and it was smirking with triumph as her long, sleekly muscled arms
continued to thwart me.

"Haven't you got any more?" she taunted. "Run out of gas? Surely you're
stronger than me. I'm just a girl - and nearly five years younger than you."

Furious, I threw in another desperate surge of power. But her long arms were
like iron. They were so strong! I was hot and sweating now, trapped in this
humiliating test of strength. Those twin arms might be attached to the body of
a slender teenage girl, but they were stronger than the arms of some
full-grown men I knew. Her hands gripped my wrists like twin steel vises.
Their grip was so strong it was really beginning to hurt - and it seemed to be
increasing all the time.

"So? Do you give?" she demanded.

"Give?" I spluttered. I hadn't even considered the possibility of having to
give in. I had originally planned to twist her arms back until she howled for
mercy. This sort of struggle hadn't been part of the plan. But how was I to
know that her arms were so powerful? It was all I could do now to hol my arms
where they were, in this stalemate...

A frightening thought struck me. How long could she keep this up? Surely her
arms would weaken before mine did? But she loked so resolute. And her grip on
my wrists was unbelievable - her hands were like steel bands clamped round my
wrists, filling my forearms with pain and cutting off the blood supply to my
numbing hands. The whole length of my arms was hurting now as lactic acid
built up in my straining muscles. I began to realise that I couldn't keep this
up for much longer. My arms were beginning to shake. The girl's grip seemed to
be getting stronger and stronger. My arms began to inch back.

"Brionn. You're winning!" the boy called out in surprise. "You're so strong!"

"Only just noticed?" With a half smile, Brionn pressed her remorseless arms
forward, pushing mine further and further back. Inch after inch my blazing
arms retreated...

"You ready to say 'uncle'?" the girl said.

Goaded too far, I managed somehow to tear one arm free - and I swung at her,
hard, aiming right for that smirking face of hers. But she was so fast,
ducking out of the way of my haymaker like a cat, and backing off just out of
reach.

Now she looked really angry, glaring at me through half-closed eyes. "Think
you can get away with that, huh? Like to hit little girls, do you?" Her fists
clenched and she drew them back in a martial arts stance. "Well now I'm going
to show you what this little girl can do to you!"

She feinted, I dodged, and then the real punch hit me. What felt like a
hammerblow smashed insanely into the side of my head. I didn't see it coming.
It was so fast, the blow seemed to come out of thin air. But the really
shocking thing was the power. That one punch sent me reeling backward into an
upright post and sent lights flashing through my head.

There was a blaze of pain from my cheekbone, and blood started running from my
nose. Even worse, I was for the moment suddenly disorientated, not quite sure
just where I was - or where my assailant was.

I was startled, shocked and furious at the same time. The blow was so
powerful. It felt like a stevadore had hit me. I could hardly believe that
huge punch had come from a thirteen-year-old, barely more than half my weight.
No one my own age had managed to hit me that hard. The sleeky flowing muscles
in those long arms of hers clearly weren't just decoration.

Letting pure rage consume me, I roared forward, swinging, hoping to do her
some real harm.

That was the wrong tactic. I discovered that three milliseconds later, when
Brionn fell back before my charge, twisting round to fire three more punches
into my head before I'd even managed to touch her.

It was a nightmare. That kid was so strong! The punches were like thrown rocks
- but with so much weight behind them. Each one seemed harder than the one
before it, and they knocked by head back like a punchball. Each huge punch
ripped into me with intense pain. The first was so hard it sent me spinning,
loosening three of my back teeth and cracking a fourth. Blood poured from my
damaged lip.

I thought that punch had sent me safely out of range, but a split-second later
punch number two exploded into my nose. It's horrible to feel your nose snap
and flatten and the blood start to flow, worse when the force of the blow
snaps your head back so hard it sends shrieks of pain down your neck.
Especially when it all happens so fast you can do nothing at all about it.

The third punch hit me behind the cheekbone, and that was the worst of all. It
threw me back so my head crashed into the wooden wall behind me. I felt the
cheekbone snap as lights filled my head. I felt giddy. I didn't even know
which way I was facing any more, let alone where the damn kid was.

It all happened so fast, that only now was I able to raise my arms to try to
protect my head from more punches. I was quite scared now. The girl's arms
were so powerful and so fast. It seemed they could hit me where they chose -
and they were doing real damage..

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" She seemed to read my mind. "Or do I have
to hit you some more?"

I was trapped between pain and anger, I couldn't think clearly. If only I had
a moment to clear my head. Launch some sort of counter-attack. Ah! I could
just see the girl now - at the periphery of my vision...

"Little bitch!" I roared, lunged at her - and missed.

"Okay." The girl's voice sounded chillingly calm. "Four more."

From out of nowhere two huge punches exploded into either side of my face. The
first knocked me three steps backward. It crashed into the ridge above my
eye-socket, half-blinding me in a stream of cascading blood. The second hit my
ear and the hinge of my jaw, cracking another minor bone in a sharp crescendo
of pain. They were so hard! Number three smashed into the top of my rib-cage,
winding me in a razor-sharp shaft of pain, and the fourth hit me like a small
truck in the base of the ribs. This one was at least twice as hard as any of
the others. She must really have swung all her weight into it - and the pain
was appalling. I felt my two bottom ribs snap like rotten branches as that
rock-hard fist drove deep into my body, leaving me gasping for air and roaring
with pain.

"Do you believe how strong I am now?" Brionn asked.

"Uhh?" I hesitated.

"Want any more?" she turned back to me.

"No. No. Please don't hit me again..."

"What's going on?" Suddenly Ben was standing behind Brionn. With a start I
remembered the plan for my friend from the garage to come over with some beers
for an evening watching videos. Seeing what was happening, he grabbed hold of
Brionn, graspng her from behind, restraining both arms.

"Let go of me!" Brionn's long arms began to struggle to break free.

"Don't let her go!" I mumbled, finding it hard to talk through my bruised and
swollen mouth.

But to my alarm Ben was beginning to strain and grunt as she fought his hold.
I could see the muscles harden along Brionn's long arms as she threw all her
effort into the struggle. Ben was twice her weight, but he was sweating, his
arms being drawn forward.

"My arms are very strong," she said, conversationally. "Want to see how
strong?"

She gave a roar of effort and bent both arms forward. To my horror, Ben's arms
came with them.She moved down, up, twisted. Then, with a scream of pain from
Ben, her right arm tore itself free. At once she swung it round along with her
whole body to drive it's fist hard into Ben's face; once, twice, three times.
Ben fell back, moaning, clutching his face.

Brionn stepped forward and launched a sequence of eight punches into his chest
and lower body. The punches weren't wild or frenzied. The girl gave every sign
of being in complete control of what she was doing, and knowing exactly where
and exactly how she wanted the punches to land. The impressive thing was the
power with which her long arms sent those big blows scything in. Her arms
looked really big and strong now, the heavy layers of muscle clearly visible
as they drove her bony fists into their target.

Even after everything that had happened, I was startled by the loudness of the
blows as they struck. You could hear the power as the punches tore into Ben's
torso. there were three sounds joined into one. The deep boom as the blows
impacted, the outrush of air from Ben's body with each deep impact, and the
groan of pain from Ben.

After the eighth blow, Brionn stepped back. Ben was curled up against the
wall, his arms clasped around his body. His face was bloodied and almost
unrecognisable. He was gasping for air and moaning in pain. Brionn studied him
for a moment and turned away.

"Shit!" Steve exclaimed. "You totalled him!"

Brionn swung her heavy arms, letting the blood circulate through them

"Sure did." Brionn was breathing a little harder now, her eighteen inch waist,
caving in and out gently. She flexed her arms again. "Not many people can take
what these babies can hand out."

"So. Who's the boss?" Brionn looked at Ben.

He said nothing.

"Seems like I'll just have to give you another eight," she said.

"No. No!" I was surprised at how high and frightened Ben's voice seemed at the
prospect. "No. You're the boss. Anything you say."

"What about you?" The thirteen-year-old abruptly turned to me.

"I..."

Brionn clenched her fist.

"You're... You're the boss." I forced the words out.

"Now you two are both going to clean yourselves up," the girl announced. "Then
you're going to clean this place up. After that you're going to do everything
I say. And you'd better do it without any arguments - or I just might have to
exercise these big strong arms of mine again."

Brionn stretched out in front of the TV and watched us as we washed the blood
off ourselves and began to clear up the mess. She and Steve watched the TV
shows while she ordered the two of us near-eighteen-year-olds around from her
chair, telling us where to clean, where we hadn't cleaned-up properly, and
what to do next. She ordered drinks, ice-cream and sandwiches, for her and the
othe kid, which the two of us had to prepare to her instructions. Ben and I
snatched occasional embarrassed glances at each other as we obeyed Brionn's
instructions, unable to believe we were both doing this. Despite our attempts
at cleaning ourselves up, we still looked battered and bruised, and both of us
still hurt. It was galling to see the grinning girl unmarked.

"Have you finished?" Brionn asked when we'd done.

I nodded.

"You've one good so far," the girl said, turning to Steve. "What shall we make
them do now?"

"I'd like to see them kiss each other." Steve said.

"Oh no." I shook my head. "Enough is enough."

"You'll both do exactly what I tell you to do," Brionn's voice was hard. "And
now you'll kiss. Go on. A big sloppy kiss - until I tell you to stop."

"But..."

"If I have to get up out of this chair, you will not be happy."

The two of us approached and locked lips, it seemed for ever, until Brionn at
last let us separate. She seemed to enjoy her power to humiliate us, ordering
us to put our arms round each other as we kissed for her amusement.

She had total power over us. We had no choice but to do as she said. she could
hit us again whenever she liked, and the two of us were so hurt, both of us
together couldn't have taken her on

"Right, now I'm sending the two of you to bed," she said, getting up. "You
walk upstairs." she said to me. Then striding towards the 6 foot tall Ben she
said, "I'll take you up..."

"How do you mean..." Ben began as the thirteen-year-old stooped beside him and
wrapped one arm around his body and the other underneath his knees. Surely she
wasn't expecting to lift this guy twice her weight?

But her long legs straightened, and up he came in her arms, impossibly cradled
by this young girl half his weight. "No." He began to struggle. "You can't..."

"Keep still," Brionn said, "or I'll put you out."

Ben continued to struggle to get back to his feet, so the girl relaxed her
right arm to let his feet slip to the floor, took a step backward, and used
the same arm to send a hammerblow crashing into the left side of his jaw.
Steve whistled at the impact of the blow as Ben staggered ten whole paces
backward, his whole body spun round 360 degrees by the force of Brionn's
punch. Even when Ben came to a halt, he still staggered drunkenly as Brionn
watched, trying to stay on his feet.

"Maybe it's going to need a second," Brionn said dispassionately, stretching
her right hand prior to re-forming it into a fist. Then, with a final
side-step, Ben's knees gave way and collapsed in a heap to the floor.

"No." Brionn said. "I thought the one big one would be enough."

I could hardly believe that this girl had just knocked a six foot tall
eighteen-year-old out cold with one single punch.

"Upstairs." she said to me. I obeyed, watching as she bent and picked Ben's
dead weight up in her arms and carried him upstairs like an over-sized
sleeping infant.

She put both of us to bed and told us to stay there. And that's what we had to
do. The kids did what they liked downstairs.

Ben and I had to explain our injuries later by saying that we'd got into a
fight with some bikers. Any story was better than the truth.

After that, Brionn made me do lots of errands and tasks for her when she got
the chance. I joined the army a year later. I saw her again when she was
fifteen and I'd been in the army a year. She tried to boss me about then, but
I resisted. After all, I was a soldier, stronger and tougher - a trained
fighter.

Trouble was, Brionn was stronger and tougher too. That was a truly painful day
for me.