REVELATION DAY - Part II    New Horizons - MaryAnn
by BeegBoy
Are Missy, MaryAnn and Darlene all stronger than the boys?



After little Missy discovers she's stronger than her older
brother Eric, she and her sister, MaryAnn and their friend
Darlene decide to experiment further and determine if they can
all actually be stronger than boys.

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The three young girls agreed to go out and test their prowess
against males in whatever situation they found to be convenient. 
They walked out of the house (ignoring Eric, who was sulking on
the couch) and went off in three different directions looking for
challenges after agreeing to meet later and compare notes.

MaryAnn strolled through the neighborhood until she spotted two
boys she knew in their backyard.  It was Steven and his brother,
Jerry, ages 17 and 15.  They were cleaning out the backyard and
basement with the help of their little sister, Monica.  Steve and
Jerry were taking a loaded garbage can out of the backyard to 
the curb for trash collection, or at least they were trying to. 
Each of the boys held one handle of the can with both their
hands, but, despite their athletic appearance, they could only
manage to carry it a foot or two before stopping and putting it
down to rest.  MaryAnn was amused to notice they could only lift
it about three or four inches off the ground.  

"What's the problem, guys?"  MaryAnn asked coyly as she
approached, "is that too heavy for you?"  Steve looked at her and
replied, "Too much trash, I guess, but we'll manage - or do you
think we need your help?" he added with friendly sarcasm. 
Without responding, MaryAnn stepped forward and grabbed the 
handles of the can, thinking to herself,  'it's now or never'. 

The two boys grinned when they saw MaryAnn reach for the garbage
can.  Steven was 5' 10" and a solid 175 lbs., Jerry weighed in at
about 155 and stood 5' 8".  Though not bodybuilder types, both
were active, athletic and in good shape.   Still grinning, they
exchanged glances as they watched the 5', 98 lb. girl take hold
of the heavy can.
"Lookit this!!" Jerry laughed, "she's not gonna help us, she's
gonna carry it for....."

Jerry stopped in mid-sentence as both his and Steven's eyes
widened in astonished disbelief.   With nary a grunt or any
indication of effort, MaryAnn had lifted the can two feet off the
ground and was holding it there far longer than the brief lifts
the two brothers had been making.  Steven looked underneath the
can, thinking the bottom had broken out, but that wasn't the
case.  MaryAnn was grinning wildly - she couldn't believe 
how easy it had been to lift the can, she could have easily held
another one just like it.  In fact, she slid one arm around the
can and released the other handle - so she now stood before the
dumbfounded boys holding the can aloft with only one arm; the
same can the two boys together could barely lift!  Giggling,
MaryAnn flexed her free arm, and when she did a small feminine
biceps made a slight, but solid, bulge. 

"This must be a trick!!" Steven cried, "no puny girl could do
that!!". 
"Yeah, you're putting us on!!!" Jerry added, "stop wasting our
time, we have work to do!!".
"Well then", MaryAnn said casually, "you'd better take this can
back".

The two boys each grabbed a handle of the can and MaryAnn
released her one-arm hold.  Immediately the can started moving
downward as the two boys unsuccessfully resisted the force of
gravity on the weight.  Despite their best efforts, within
seconds the can was back on the ground.  But MaryAnn had added a
new problem for the boys; she had been holding the can over a
shallow hole in the ground that was used as a barbecue pit when
she released it.  The hole was wider than the can and about eight
inches deep.  When Steven and Jerry again attempted to lift the
can, they were still unable to get it more than three or four 
inches off the ground, so they couldn't clear the hole.  In
short, the two boys realized they couldn't move the can any
further.  

"Gosh, Steven", Jerry asked, "what do we do now?"
"I dunno",  Steven replied, "let me think , maybe we could use a
stick for a lever or..."
"Or maybe", MaryAnn interrupted, "you could use your fabulous
macho strength to lift it!!  Come on guys - use your muscles! 
You do have muscles, don't you!!?!".  MaryAnn couldn't help
laughing after she finished speaking, it was all so fantastic. 
The two teenage boys standing before her had less combined
strength than her single 13 year-old arm.  What a rush!! 

To demonstrate, MaryAnn brushed her blonde ponytail over her
shoulder, leaned over, and again wrapped one arm around the can. 
Again, she easily lifted it clear of the hole.  Then she placed
her other hand on her head, lifted one foot like a ballerina, and
performed a pirouette while holding the can aloft.  She performed
a few more pirouettes and returned the garbage can to the hole in
the ground.  As she placed the can down the second time, MaryAnn
noticed little 8 year-old Monica, the boys' sister, coming out of
the basement.

"See guys, it's easy!!" she giggled, "but if it's too much for
you, maybe Monica should do the heavy lifting!!  Come over here,
Monica".

Little Monica came over in response to her name being called. 
She had light brown hair done up in pigtails and green eyes.  She
was under 4' tall and about 60 lbs. and to MaryAnn she looked
like a slightly smaller version of Missy.  Her slightly chubby
build contributed to her"cute as a button" appearance.
"Hi MaryAnn", the girl said as she arrived, "what's going on?".
"Well", MaryAnn began, "it seems this can of trash is much too
heavy for your big, strong brothers to carry, so I figured you
could help them out!"
"Are you kidding??" asked Monica perplexed.  She looked at the
can, which was an inch or two taller than her, even with being
down in the hole.  "I couldn't even budge something that big and
heavy!!" 
"Please, just try it", MaryAnn pleaded.  Steven and Jerry stood
there, still a bit too shocked to say anything.  Surely their
little pipsqueak of a sister wouldn't be able to show them up,
would she?

Monica shrugged and stepped forward, leaned over, and placed her
arms around the can (the handles were too high for her short
stature to make grabbing them practical).  She tightened her grip
and with a small heave lifted the can off the ground well over a
foot, and continued to hold it aloft with minimal effort.  The 8 
year-old girl's eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"Look at me!!!" Monica squealed, "Look at me - I'm strong!!!"
"You certainly are", MaryAnn quickly added, "but more important,
you're stronger than your puny older brothers!!"

True, Monica did need both arms to lift the can, but she was
after all only 8 years old.  Steven and Jerry stared at their
baby sister in total disbelief; it wasn't possible.  Her chubby
little arms couldn't be stronger than theirs, couldn't possess
greater strength - they just couldn't!!  As when MaryAnn held it
earlier, the two boys each grabbed a handle of the trash can. 
Monica looked up at MaryAnn, who grinned back and nodded 
approval, and released her hold on the can.  Again, within
seconds the can was back on the ground despite their best efforts
to keep it aloft.

"My goodness", MaryAnn said in mock surprise, "just imagine, two
strapping teenage boys with less combined strength than a single
8 year-old girl!"
"NO WAY!" Steven exclaimed, "this is some kind of weird or stupid
trick.  I admit I can't figure out how you're doing it, or how
you got Monica in on it, but it has to be a trick!"
"That's right", Jerry added, "we're lots stronger than any dumb
girls - especially the two of you!!"
"OK", MaryAnn retorted, "then I guess I'll just have to show you
two another 'trick'."
 
MaryAnn strolled over to a wooden picnic table in the yard and
sat down.  She looked at Steven and Jerry, both of whom stood
almost a foot taller than she was and outweighed her by fifty
pounds or more.  Then she put her elbow on the table, extended
her open hand and asked, "Anybody wanna try a little
arm-wrestling?"

"Let me do it", Jerry said, "I'll cream the little showoff!"
"No, me!" Steven interjected, "I'm older and can take any of the
guys in our high school".
"Really boys", MaryAnn cooed as she put up her other arm,
"there's no need to argue, I've got both arms up on the table so
there's no waiting - I'll take both of you on at the same time!!"

The boys looked at each other uneasily.  It was insulting enough
for MaryAnn to insinuate she could beat on of them in such a
contest, but both together?  They had no choice but to call her
bluff.  They sat down, facing her across the table, and each
grasped one of her hands firmly, Steven the right and Jerry the
left.  They drew deep breaths in preparation and grim
determination, with a hint of uncertainty, appeared on their 
faces.

"Sure you don't each want to use both hands", MaryAnn teased, "I
doubt it will make any difference".
"Just quit yappin' and call it!!" Steven growled.
"Monica, will you please say one-two-three go?" MaryAnn
requested.
"Sure", the little girl giggled, "one- two-thre......."

But Monica didn't get to finish her count.  When she reached two
both her brother jumped the gun in an attempt to catch MaryAnn
off guard, and the succeeded completely.  They succeeded in
catching her off guard, that is, but taking her arms down was a
different story.  True, they each forced her arms down several 
inches, but MaryAnn recovered and pulled them back to the
starting point so quickly it almost appeared as if they'd never
moved her arms at all!  Monica's face broke into a broad grin as
she watched Steven and Jerry struggle fruitlessly against the
much younger, much smaller (but apparently much stronger) girl
facing them from across the picnic table. 

The brothers glanced at each other and exchanged a queer facial
expression that combined bewilderment and panic.  They realized
there was no way MaryAnn could be using any kind of trick in this
situation, but they just couldn't comprehend how the girl's arms
could be that powerful.  Her arms were a bit thick and looked 
solid, but only a slight bulge of biceps definition appeared as
she held them off; whereas Jerry's muscle had swelled noticeably,
and Steven's was nearly the size of a baseball.  Both boys
gritted their teeth and grunted as they resumed their efforts and
put all their strength into the contest.  Across the table,
MaryAnn watched them with a relaxed grin on her face, a face that
showed absolutely no sign of strain or effort.  Even more 
embarrassing to the brothers, her arms were just sitting there on
the table in what looked to be a totally relaxed position.  But
MaryAnn's arms didn't just appear to be relaxed, they were.  Soon
after the match started she realized it only took a portion of
her strength to hold her opponents at the high noon position.  
Seeking leverage, each boy used his free hand to grab the edge of
the table and anchor himself, but the action had no effect on her
maneuvers. "Monica", MaryAnn asked, "have you ever seen a teepee?"
"No, I haven't", Monica replied, "what does it look like?"
"It looks like a big triangle, just like this", MaryAnn stated,
and as she spoke she casually brought her hands together to form
the shape, dragging the brothers' arms downward as if they'd 
been providing no resistance to her at all.  Steven and Jerry
both closed their eyes tightly and put forth another surge of
power in an attempt to reverse MaryAnn's progress, but found it
to be like attempting to bend a steel bar.

"Sorry guys, but I'm getting bored", MaryAnn teased, and with an
effortless, fluid motion, forced both their arms the rest of the
way down to the table simultaneously.  To drive the point home,
she didn't release their hands but held them firmly down on the
table so they couldn't escape from the embarrassing scene.  With 
nothing else to do, both the brothers tried desperately, and
without success, to pull their hands free.

"I'll bet Monica knows this 'trick', too!!" MaryAnn teased, "come
over here, Monica."

Monica sat down next to the older girl.  First, MaryAnn slid her
hand out of Steven's hand and down to his wrist, still holding it
firmly pinned down while little Monica slid her hand in and
grasped tightly.  MaryAnn noticed Steven winch when Monica
grabbed his hand.   "What's wrong, muscle boy!?" she laughed,
"did little itty bitty Monica hurt your big strong hand!?" 

MaryAnn slowly stood up as Monica slid over and they repeated the
exchange process with Jerry's hand.  Then MaryAnn stood
completely away from the table and relished the view as the 15
and 17 year-old brothers tried in vain to free their hands from
the grip of their chubby little 8 year-old sister.  Holding on 
tightly, Monica brought their arms up to a starting position for
another arm-wrestling contest.  She allowed them to adjust their
positions to allow for her shorter forearms and then glanced at
MaryAnn, who called out for them to begin.  

Steven and Jerry were now desperate to maintain some degree of
pride, but found their efforts against Monica useless - they
couldn't budge her arms so much as an inch.  Determined not to be
embarrassed again, both boys released the table edge and grabbed
each one of Monica's forearms with their free hands, 
effectively pitting both their arms against each one of hers. 
This might have worked if MaryAnn hadn't already worn them down
and tired them out, but it was obvious that Monica would prove
stronger than they were in any fair test of strength, even if
they'd been at their best.

MaryAnn laughed and applauded when she saw the action of them
using both hands had no effect on Monica at all, who grinned at
her brothers and forced their arms down to the table for their
second humiliating defeat at the hands of the 'weaker' sex. 
Monica squealed with delight, stood up, and flexed her arms to
show her brothers the tiny biceps that had so easily overpowered
theirs.  Devastated, Steven and Jerry stood up and turned to
leave, but as they did MaryAnn pranced around the table and
stepped in front of them, blocking their path.

"Going somewhere, guys, don't you wanna play with me and Monica
anymore?"  As she said this, MaryAnn looked past the boys and
winked at Monica.  Understanding the signal, Monica quietly got
up on the table and sat down on it so she was sitting on it with
her feet on the bench.  She was facing Steven and Jerry, who 
had their backs to her.

"Take a hike!!" Steven snarled at MaryAnn, "come on Jerry, let's
go inside and forget this day ever happened!"
"I don't think so", MaryAnn snapped as she placed one of her
hands on each one of the brothers' shoulders.  As the two boys
tried to move forward, MaryAnn pushed them backwards and
downwards.  Again, it was virtually no contest.  With almost
casual ease MaryAnn overcame their combined resistance and forced
the two brothers back down onto the bench with their backs to
Monica.

MaryAnn nodded and little Monica reached forward and wrapped each
of her arms around her brothers' necks as MaryAnn removed her
hands from their shoulders.  Understanding their dilemma too
late, the boys grabbed each of Monica's forearms with both their
hands and began trying to pry her arms off their necks.  
The brothers strained and pulled with all their remaining power,
but the headlocks Monica had them in were firmly and solidly in
place.  They would not be escaping from her hold, and they would
be sitting at the picnic table until their baby sister decided to
release them.

As MaryAnn said goodbye and departed she looked over her shoulder
one last time to revel in her handiwork.  For the moment, Jerry
had stopped trying to get free and just sat there sullenly with
his eyes looking down at the ground.  Steven continued pulling
and pulling at Monica's arm but she held him fast with no
apparent effort.

MaryAnn was delighted, and she couldn't wait to report back to
Missy and Darlene to compare notes and experiences.  It was
obvious that Missy's experience with Eric had been no fluke, and
that Missy's discovery had indeed proved an awakening experience!

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Next:  Part III - Darlene