I Hate my Kid Sister
by Alpesco
Ginny Pushes my Friends Around.


My two friends Selina and Hilary had come with me to the polo-club stables to
see the young horses. That was great. Not so great was that Ginny, my 14
year-old kid sister was here too.

Slender and willowy, with particularly long legs and arms, she was already a
good two inches taller than me at five foot ten. Being three years older than
her, at 17, I hated that - and the fact that she had longer, blonder hair. She
was wearing a black crop top that not only exposed her long, lithely muscled
arms, but also a stretch of flat and marbled stomach above taupe shorts. Her
legs really looked endless in that get-up, like twin pillars, that tapered
down to sneakered feet. Ginny had only recently got so tall. She'd grown eight
inches in the past year, and she had gained an awful lot of strength as well.

Selina and Hilary were the same age as me, and around the same height. All of
us affected to despise the younger girl's presence on this outing, and tried
to ignore her as much as we could. But we'd had to bring Ginny here with us,
or else we wouldn't have got permission to come.

Ginny often came here to help feed and tend the horses, so she was quite
useful showing us around. Selina and Hilary wanted to see the newborn foals,
so Ginny led us to their stalls close to the training paddock.

Despite Ginny's instructions Selina opened one of the gates to get a closer
look

"I told you not to do that!" Ginny said, slamming the gate. "There are young
colts that could get out!".

"Don't you speak to me that way!" Selina spat, throwing the stall gate wide
open again in defiance. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Don't do that!" Ginny grabbed the gate and slammed it shut, but Selina
immediately opened the next one to it.

There was a blur as a young colt raced out into the paddock.

"Idiot!" Ginny grabbed her and flung her back into the barn wall. "Don't you
ever do that again!"

Selina scowled. "I'll do what I like! I take no orders from kids like you!"

Ginny's hands gripped Selina about the neck and forced her back into the wall.
With a shudder of fury, she tightened her grip, her thumbs meeting under
Selina's chin as her arms pressed upward. And as my young sister's long arms
extended, I saw Selena slowly begin to rise! Her body was stretching as she
was pulled onto tip-toe. Then both feet parted company with the ground, and
continued to rise!

I could barely believe that the angry Ginny was lifting the 17 year-old Selina
right off the ground by her neck! She looked startled, astonished, alarmed, as
she continued to rise. Her body writhed helplessly as Ginnys strong arms
continued to extend and straighten, suspending the 130 pound weight of Selina
right off the ground.

Selina was hanging two and a half feet off the floor! She fought with Ginny's
arms, but the fight was lost before it had begun. The five foot tenner's arms
were unbending . Ginnys long fingers spread across both sides of Selena's
face. She began to writhe and choke, clinging to Ginnys forearms to support
her bodyweight and relieve the terrible pressure on her neck. Ginny's face was
unyielding as she continued to suspend her off the ground with no apparent
strain.

"Please. Please!" Selina coughed and spluttered. "Please put me down!"

"Put her down!" I yelled.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Ginny asked.

"Yes. Yes!"

"Okay." Ginny let her long arms relax slightly, lowering her burden half way
down toward the ground, and then let her fall the last foot.

Selina landed heavily, staggering and almost falling as she tried to stay on
her feet. Steadying herself, she backed off, rubbing her neck, still coughing
and gagging. She looked nervous and fearful of Ginny now.

But Ginny was more concerned with the freed colt who was now racing around the
paddock. She put her hands on the top of the fence, and performed a smooth,
athletic vault over the top, uncoiling her long body to land softly on her
feet inside the paddock. It was easy to tell that she'd been a gymnast, but
she had grown too tall for the individual event, and now did sports
acrobatics.

Intercepting the colt, Ginny threw her arms around it, drawing it to a halt.
That took quite a bit of strength since it was nearly as tall as she was and a
lot heavier.

As she braced her legs against it, Ginnys arms went round the colt's neck,
tightened and twisted. The slender young horse struggled but couldn't escape
the tall girl's steely grip. She had her arms tightly round its head now.
Suddenly she braced her legs twisting both arms forcefully up and around. The
colt staggered as its head was forced round through over 100 degrees, trying
to resist. But Ginny was steely strong! The slim fourteen year-old didn't give
an inch. Unable to right itself, the colt staggered sideways then went down
heavily beneath her. She'd forced it to the ground! It was twice her weight,
but she had wrestled it down and was still holding its head captive in her
strong arms. She continued to apply pressure. Her legs went round its forelegs
turning to steel. She crushed and squeezed again.

After a minute or so, the horse stopped struggling. But still Ginny's long
limbs did not relent, but continued to increase the pressure on the fallen
colt. I saw them distorting and indenting the flesh.

It was several more moments before Ginny finally released the pressure,
uncoiled her long, willowy arms and legs and rose. The colt did not move. It
was out cold. She grinned at the silent watchers.

"Is it okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Ginny said. "It's not hurt. I just put enough pressure on its neck to
cut off the blood supply and deaden some of the nerve endings. It should come
round in a few minutes.

The young horse lay there motionless as Ginny strode off to fetch a short
rope. When she returned it was still breathing softly but lying still.

"You're so strong!" Hilary said, clearly impressed.

Ginny raised her long arms and flexed. There were involuntary "Oooh"'s and
"Wow"'s from my girlfriends as Ginny put on her display. Her arms did not
normally look anything special except for their length and lithe slimness.
When she flexed, however, they seemed almost to double in size. These big
rounded biceps and delts appeared out of nowhere, providing an impressive
display.

It was several more minutes before the colt showed any signs of coming round.
As it staggered back to its feet, Ginny put the rope around its neck and led
it back into the stall. Still woozy and disorientated, the colt followed
without any trouble. It knew clearly who was boss now.

"Okay," Selina said as she emerged. "We're leaving."

"Oh no!" Ginny said. "You're not leaving me to explain this! You're going to
wait here and tell the manager what you've done."

"No way we are!" Selina said, making to march past.

"Yes you are!" Ginny's arms stretched out and seized her by the shoulders,
hurling her back into the stable wall. She hit hard, knocking the breath out
of her. "Owww!" she said.

"You don't treat Selina like that!" Hilary roared, racing forward.

Before I could warn them not to, both of them were laying in to Ginny.

POW. POW. POW! POW! All I saw was a blur as Ginny's long arms went into
action. Her long, delicate-looking hands had transformed themselves in
microseconds into heavy fists, which landed four quick blows. They were so
fast, yet really harsh. The flurry of blows only lasted about three seconds,
but the sound of them hitting home was like four bullets being fired. The
girls didn't even have time to raise their arms to protect themselves. They
gave a series of startled, pain-filled yelps, and staggered backward, falling
over each other into a heap on the floor, bleeding and bruised.

"Get up!" Ginny said. "You're not that badly hurt." Both began to wail.

"Get up, I said!" Ginny snapped. They started to rise.

"Stop that, Ginny!" I intervened. I couldn't watch her humble my friends like
this. I reached to grab her. There was a blur as her right arm came round so
fast - and suddenly there was this explosion of pain in my side!

"Oooowwwwww!" I couldn't believe my kid sister could hit so hard! It felt like
a hot branding iron had crashed into the space between my ribs and hip. Shit!
Ginny had never been able to hit this hard before she sprouted up! The weight
of the blow made me stagger sideways and I crashed to the sawdust-covered
ground.

Behind me Hilary and Selina must have made another assault on Ginny from
behind, because I heard a swift flurry of several more hard blows...and
groans.

CRACK! CRACKK! CRUMMP! There was a scream. CRACKK! CRACCKKK! The blows sounded
really hard. I wondered who was getting hit. I managed to roll over, although
it was painful. At once I saw Selina stagger backward, her eye closed, blood
running from her nose. She crashed into the barn wall, confused,
disorientated..

I looked round to see what Hilary was doing. She was standing next to Ginny,
but I was shocked. She looked barely able to stay on her feet. Her face was
swollen and bleeding. She looked devastated. As Ginny turned back toward her,
I could see that my kid sister was unmarked! That was so galling! Not one of
us had hit her! All the blows I'd heard had been hers! With a sneer, she bent,
picked up Hilary in her arms, raising her into a high cradle at shoulder
height. Then, with a flick of her long arms, she threw her burden down across
my legs. There was a heavy impact as she struck home.

A moment later, I heard Selina cry out, and there was another enormous impact
as her body crashed down on top of both of us. All three of us were in a
tangled, aching heap, with me on the bottom. We were all cut and bruised.
Ginny wasn't.

My kid sister was so powerful! She had taken us all on - and won!

"Had enough?" I heard Ginny's voice come down, stern and uncompromising.

"Yes." Hilary was crying.

"Then go back inside the barn and wait." We obeyed. We didn't have any other
choice.