Little Sister
by Alpesco
Sibling rivalry breaks out 


I'm Rhiannon, I'm seventeen, five foot eight tall, with blonde hair and brown
eyes. My problem is that with our parents away on business, I often have to be
responsible for my little sister, Ginny, who is three and a half years younger
than me, and has just turned fourteen.

That afternoon, me, and my new boyfriend, Rod were out on the lawn behind our
house. I'd planned some sunbathing, and Ralph was sitting on the wooden seat
while I spread out the towels. Just then Ginny came out to join us. I scowled.
I'd tried to get her watching some DVD movies indoors.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"I just came out to see what you're doing." She came toward us. I hated it
that she was already two inches taller than me, at five foot ten. I also hated
it that she had longer, blonder hair. She sat on the bench beside Rod, almost
as tall as the six-footer. She was wearing a blue sleeveless top and a very
short denim skirt that left acres of her long legs visible.

"Hi Rod," she said. "What do you think of my sister?"

"Stop annoying Rod!" I said. I knew Ginny had come out to make mischief. "I
thought you were meant to be watching those DVDs you rented?"

"Oh. I'm bored. It's too sunny to be inside. I thought I'd come out and
sunbathe with you. You don't mind, do you Rod?" She reached out one of her
long arms and stroked his face.

"Errr... No...." Rod wasn't quite sure how to react.

"There! Rod doesn't mind me being here," she said. "I think I quite like Rod."
She moved her left arm and rested it along the back of the seat, behind the
eighteen-year-old's back. Ginny had really long arms that seemed to go on for
ever, and her left arm wrapped right round Rod's shoulders, her hand resting
on his left arm.

"Stop forcing yourself on Rod!" I said. "Rod. Why don't you come here and sit
with me." I pointed to the towels on the grass where I'd set out some cool
drinks.

"I'm not forcing myself on Rod!" my little sister responded. "If I was forcing
myself on him I'd do this!"

Suddenly she swept her right arm beneath Rod's knees right next to her, and
with just the slightest of grunts, she lifted Rod right off the seat and
around onto her lap! It all happened in a split second, and the
eighteen-year-old looked astonished to find himself seated across my tall kid
sister's knees on the bench. Her right arm was still under his knees, with her
left supporting his back.

"Hey!" He made to get up.

"No. Don't get up!" Ginny resisted him. His feet were six inches off the
ground, so he found it difficult to break free.

"Stop that!" I strode toward them.

"No," said Ginny. "Why should you have all the fun? I just want to show our
guest around the garden." With that she simply stood up, stretching those long
legs of hers that I secretly envied, and lifting Rod way, way up with her in
her arms.

Rod gasped, clinging on to Ginny's neck as as she stood tall in front of the
patio. She lifted him easily, cradling him securely in her long arms. He must
have weighed 180 pounds, but my kid sister carried his weight so easily he
might have been a straw doll! She held his body in a sitting position,
stretching to her full height, lifting him until his legs were at just beneath
her shoulder height, his body rising above her head, his lower legs hanging
down from where her right arm supported them.

The fourteen-year-old grinned. Her legs were like long pale columns emerging
from her short skirt, her exposed midriff, clearly visible a good way beneath
Rod's body. I knew Ginny was strong. She could lift me quite easily. But this
surprised me. I couldn't dream of carrying someone of Rod's weight like that,
and she was doing it easily!

Rod too was astonished. At first he clung on to the fourteen-year-old
nervously, fearful she would fall or drop him. He was quite high up in Ginny's
arms, his head over seven feet above the ground. But Ginny's hold was really
stable. He looked as steady as a rock in her long arms, her hands wrapped
around the top of his knees and clasping his side.

Turning, she began to stride off across the lawn with her astonished burden.

"Stop!" I said. "Put him down!" But of course she ignored me. I ran after.
From behind the picture looked just as unlikely as from the front. The tall
slim body of my sister, was like a pole, carrying the top-heavy burden of the
180 pound eighteen-year-old almost at shoulder height. The breeze blew her
long hair up behind her as she strode toward the far end of the large garden.

"Hey. You can put me down now." Rod was trying to make a joke of his
surprising position.

"It's okay," Ginny pretended total innocence. "I just want to show you what
we've done here. You see that?" The finger of her right hand pointed forward,
still supporting his legs. "That's a rockery made with stone from Arizona.
It's supposed to look like part of the wall of the Grand Canyon." She turned
around and strode on a bit further. "And here there's going to be a big pond
and a bridge right across..."

"That's enough, Ginny!" I caught up with her at last. I saw Rod struggling,
trying to force his legs free. But Ginny's surprisingl strong arm held them
tight.

"Put me down!" Rod sounded angrier now.

"Not yet," said the tall fourteen-year-old, and she began to run across the
lawn toward the house, still carrying her six-foot tall burden.

This was so embarrassing! My sister was completely out maneuvering me! I ran
after her, surprised by how fast my young sister could run, even carrying my
180 pound boyfriend. Her long legs ate up the yards, and I found it hard to
keep pace with her. To my alarm, she was pulling ahead - four, seven, ten
yards ahead of me! I could see Rod clinging to her neck as he tried to hold
on.

She reached the house and ran up the outside steps to a balcony terrace
overlookng the gardens, still holding Rod in her arms. She was so strong! She
didn't even seem to be tiring. She stopped and turned, looking down at me on
the patio ten feet below.

"Stop!" I yelled. "This is dangerous! If you drop him now, he could get hurt
bad!"

"I won't drop him," Ginny said. "I just want you to stop bothering me."

"You can't carry him much longer!" I said.

"I'm plenty strong," Ginny called back. To prove it she did a slow deep
knees-bend, sill holding Rod, going down to below parallel and then
straightening again. The muscles on her long legs rippled as they performed
the smooth motion. "See? Now stay right where you are."

"Let me go!" Rod said. I was surprised by how nervous and shaky he sounded.
Although there was a rail around the top of the balcony, it was only three
feet high, and Rod was being held well over a foot above this. He was looking
at a fifteen foot drop to the ground if he should fall.

"You're quite safe." Ginny took a step back from the edge. "I won't let you
fall. I've got a lot of endurance. And I'm still very strong."

"You certainly are that," Rod said. I was surprised to hear the admiration in
his voice. "I don't know any guys who could tote me about for this long."

"Relax." Ginny said. "I've picked up guys quite a bit heavier than you. I can
hold you like this as long as I want. Just lie back and enjoy the view."

"Put him down NOW!" I yelled.

"I'm not going to," she yelled back. "I'm going to show him just how long I
can hold him for if I want to."

"Okay," I said. "You'd better stop, or I'll tell Mom and Dad what you've been
doing. I'm going to phone them right now."

"No." Ginny turned and laid Rod down on the flat rooftop of the kitchen
extension. "Stay here," she said as she chased down the stairs.

I ran toward the phone, knowing she would try to stop me. I almost got there
when I felt her arms close around me from behind, tightening fiercely round my
waist. I gave a groan as she hoisted me off my feet and up over her shoulder,
where I struggled helplessly as she carried me back out of the house. I hated
this. The fourteen-year-old was not only two inches taller than I was at
seventeen, but she was so strong! It felt like she could throw me around like
a sack. I was kicking and struggling helplessly but I could not free myself!

I knew that Rod would be watching as Ginny carried me over to the swimming
pool and dropped me in. I screamed in rage and frustration as I hit the water,
coming up moments later to see the fourteen-year-old staring down at me from
the poolside. This was so humiliating! And there was nothing I could do!

I stalked out of the pool and strode angrily toward my kid sister. But she
just stretched out her long arms and held me out of reach. I was growing
angrier and angrier. I looked like a fool in front of Rod.

Suddenly Ruiz the handyman appeared round the corner of the house. I gave a
sigh of relief. He would help.

"Ruiz," I cried, "My sister is going crazy. Can you help restrain her?"

"Si," The forty year old handyman advanced. He knew I was in charge and that
Ginny needed to be controlled.

"Take her to her room," I ordered.

"No," Ginny backed away. "No fair. You setting the help on me."

"Look," Ruiz said. "You just need to go inside. Then it's all settled, yes?"

"No." Ginny said. She didn't want to lose face in front of Rod either. "You
keep out of this. Stay back!"

Ruiz paused and looked at me.

"She's gone hysterical," I said. "She needs to be taken inside."

The handyman nodded and advanced. He was as tall as Ginny and more heavily
built. He reached for her - and she threw a punch at him!

"I warn you," said Ginny. "Leave me alone, or I'll lay you out!"

"Don't be foolish, little girl." Ruiz smiled. Then made another grab for her.

Somehow Ginny managed to twist away to one side. Then she threw another punch,
which connected, right in the side of his head.

"Owww!" Ruiz clapped a hand to the side of his head as Ginny backed away. The
punch had been so quick I had seen little more than a blur, but it seemed to
have hurt the forty-year-old. It must have been a lucky shot.

The handyman came toward her with a more determined look. "That's not funny,"
he said. "You come inside NOW."

"No." Instead of looking worried, Ginny was looking angry. She took two steps
back, her fists clenched. But this time she did not wait for him to come at
her, but stepped forward and delivered two sharop jabs to his face.

I was shocked as Ruiz reeled backward. Then I noticed the trail of blood
running down from his nose! Ginny had gone too far!

Ruiz charged forward - only to be stopped by a raking uppercut from my little
sister that caught him right under the chin. The blow landed with a fierce
crack that echoed back from the house. More shocking still was that Ruiz
staggered. His knees buckled for an instant. He looked dazed!

I couldn't believe my kid sister could hit so hard as to damage a grown man
like Ruiz. But he looked stunned, out of focus. Still looking mad, Ginny justs
tepped forward into him and reeled off two more heavy uppercuts, one from each
hand, that tore into the forty-year-old's jaw. The noise of the impacts was
startling. Ruiz head went snapping back with the force of the punches. He
staggered two steps back, then slumped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

I couldn't believe it. The guy was lying there unconscious! My kid sister had
knocked this forty-year-old guy out cold!

Ginny raised her arms above her head triumphantly. "The guy shouldn't have
come at me." she said as Rod approached.

"Wow! You totalled that guy!" Rod didn't even look at me, so eaten up was he
with my sister's power. "Those uppercuts were amazing!"

"If somebody makes me angry they'd better watch out!" Ginny said. "And right
now, you've made me angry, Rhiannon. I want YOU to go inside the house right
now, and stay there."

"What about Ruiz?" I said. He still showed no sign of coming round.

Rod looked at him, straightening out the body. "Leave it ten minutes." he
said. "If he hasn't started coming round by then, we'll have to call an
ambulance."

"Okay," Ginny said. "That's done. You can go inside now, sister. As for Rod.."
she beckoned him toward her. As he stepped forward, she picked him up in that
same high cradle carry once more, as easily as ever. "I think I was showing
him round the garden.."

I was defeated. I knew it. Rod was so impressed with my kid sister he had all
but forgotten me. And if she could lay a grown man like Ruiz out like that, I
had no chance at all against her reach and her strength. I went indoors as my
kid sister had instructed. I could only humiliate myself more by trying to
oppose her. I was going to have to think of some new tactic if I was to regain
the upper hand..