Punk sis
By A.J. Brown
Brother tries to tame unruly sister


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The conversation Warren was having with his parents at the restaurant was
shocking to say the least. He had lived far away for a few years and now that
he was back things had changed drastically. The 28-year-old Warren had left
town to go get some experience in the business world and now that he had made
a name for himself he was back to start a career in his home town. It enraged
him to come home to his family and have his parents take him out to dinner and
tell him how much of a problem his younger 25-year- old sister, Kelly, was
causing them.

"She's completely out of control" his mom said with tears in her eyes. "She
still lives at home and won't leave. She won't get a job. She won't help
around the house. We just can't get through to her!" Warren's mom started to
cry right in the restaurant and he handed her a napkin.

"Why don't you just kick her out so she has to find a job?" Warren asked,
angrily knowing that if he tried pulling that, they would have kicked him out
in a heartbeat. One of the many advantages of being a girl is people will
always go lighter on you.

"It's not that simple" Warren's dad jumped in and Warren noticed that his
father had tears in his eyes as well. "She's our daughter and all. We don't
want to just throw her out in the world and have something bad happen to her."
Based on the tone of his dad's voice Warren could tell he was holding
something back.

"So what are you going to do then?" Warren asked. "You have to do something."

"Well" his dad said with hesitation. "You just got a new 2 bedroom apartment
around here. We were hoping maybe she can move in with you for awhile. Maybe
you could get through to her. God knows we can't."

Warren was furious. Once again his parents were trying to pawn off their
responsibilities on him. But a part of him did want to do it. He was already
very successful at his young age and he was kind of intrigued by the challenge
of mentoring his troubled sister. "OK, I'll do it" Warren said.

Warren got home from work and walked up the stairs to his 2nd floor apartment.
Kelly should have been all moved in by that point. He had left her key under
the doormat so she could move in while he was at work. He walked in his
apartment and heard the TV set coming from her bedroom. Her bedroom door was
shut. Warren was already annoyed. He was being kind enough to let his sister
move in with him at no charge and she didn't even have the courtesy to come
say hi. He was going to go have a talk with his baby sister and set the
parameters immediately.

Warren knocked on Kelly's bedroom door. She opened the door, barely glanced at
him, and didn't even say a word or give him a smile. She was talking on her
cell phone and smoking a cigarette. How dare she smoke in HIS apartment
without even asking him! "Sex and the City" was playing on the TV. Kelly
ignored her brother, turned the TV off, and then sat in a chair continuing to
talk on the phone. Warren angrily observed his disrespectful sister. She had
red-hair and she wore a ribbed tank-top and a mini-skirt. Her body was COVERED
in freckles. Warren had forgotten about all of the freckles she had. She was
also covered in tattoos. She probably had 15-20 tattoos spread out over her
body. She was about 5 feet 9 inches tall. She was fairly built for a girl,
which the tight tank-top showed off. Kelly finally hung up the phone and put
out her cigarette.

"What do you need?" she asked her brother dryly.

"OK I don't know how things were at home" Warren stated assertively. "But in
this apartment you are going to follow my rules!"

Kelly gave her brother a snotty look. "I'm a grown woman" Kelly replied. "No
one tells me what to do."

Warren probably should have anticipated that his bratty sister was going to
give him this kind of snotty attitude but he didn't so it was making him all
the angrier. "Look, I'm paying the rent here so this is my apartment" he
snapped while breathing heavily out his nose. "I'm in charge here!"

Kelly didn't seem intimidated by her older brother's tone. "Whatever" she
replied. "You're not going to make me follow any rules."

Warren was livid now. He was going to make her alright. Warren was about 6'0,
170 lbs. and granted she was a younger smaller girl but she was his younger
sister and he had no problem using physical force on her if that was the
discipline she needed. "Oh, I'll make you right now" he barked and charged at
Kelly. Warren picked his sister up and threw her on her king- sized bed. She
was a bit heavier than he expected, probably weighing about 130, which was a
little heavy for a girl, but he was still able to throw her on the bed. Warren
pinned Kelly down on the bed and tried pinning her arms down.

"Get off me!" she yelled as she unsuccessfully tried to push him off of her.
Warren continued to hold Kelly down and he was frustrated that she wasn't
giving in as easily as he thought she would. He still knew he was going to get
her to submit it was just going to take a bit longer than he expected. Warren
sat on top of his little sister and held her down some more as the younger
girl continued to struggle to no avail.

After about 5 minutes of the siblings fighting, Kelly was able to wriggle her
legs free. She quickly wrapped her legs around Warren's torso. Kelly remained
lying on the bed but she tightly squeezed Warren's body with her long legs.
Her legs were a lot thicker than Warren initially realized. He tried to focus
on pinning her down but she kept squeezing Warren tighter and he knew that he
had to get out of these scissors before he did anything else. As Warren
unsuccessfully tried to break free from Kelly's legs he realized something
that disturbed him greatly. His sister's legs were stronger than his. He
couldn't for the life of him break out of her scissor hold and as he struggled
he looked down at the smile on his bratty sister's face. As Warren struggled
trying to break free he could tell he was in a lot of trouble. It felt like
she was slowly breaking his ribs and her grip was so tight that he was
starting to feel dizzy and lose air as well. A horrible realization then hit
Warren - he was going to lose this fight. The only way he was going to get
free from his sister's legs was by giving up and then he would have just lost
a fight to his baby sister. How would he ever live with himself after that! As
he struggled to breathe he looked down at his sister, with her big bratty
smile, and he knew he would have to do whatever it took to break free.

Warren had one last idea that he prayed would work. He tickled his sister's
bare feet and she immediately starting laughing uncontrollably and let go of
the hold. Warren was still hurt from the squeeze but he quickly got himself
free from her legs. "Oh, you want to play that game, eh?" Kelly laughed and
got to her knees. The siblings now both stood on their knees across from each
other on the bed ready to square off again. However, Kelly now looked more
confident than she did initially and Warren looked frazzled because his ribs
still hurt and he was still trying to get his breath back. The two lunged at
each other and Kelly was able to push her brother onto the bed. She quickly
pinned his shoulders down with her knees. Warren used his hands to try to push
her off of him but once again he couldn't fight her strong legs. He struggled
and tried to lift himself up but his sister had him firmly pinned down. As
Warren lay pinned on his back he looked up at his sister's bratty smile and
the disturbing reality hit him that he was going to lose this fight. He wasn't
in a position where he could tickle her feet and she had him pinned down so
tightly with her thick legs that he was not going to be able to get up.

"What are you going to do about this?" Kelly teased.

"Get off of me!" he ordered.

"OK" Kelly said and she let him get free but still straddled her brother.
Warren tried to get up but his little sister flipped him on his stomach and
sat on his back pinning him down again. "You're just a little bitch aren't
you?" Kelly asked. "Say it. Tell me that you are a bitch."

"Fuck you" he snapped back.

"OK" she said. "Then I am just going to have to hit you until you say you are
a bitch." Kelly smacked Warren in the back of the head and then proceeded to
keep smacking her brother in the back. She ripped his dress shirt off him then
ripped his under shirt off over his head and then started smacking his bare
back. Whack-whack-whack-whack. It hurt Warren so badly as his sister smacked
away at his bare back and he started to whine a little bit. He raised his
hands trying to fight back but when he tried this, a couple of times his
sister just smacked his wrists not letting him do anything. Kelly had Warren
firmly pinned down and although he tried his hardest he could not get her off
of him.

Kelly continued to smack away at Warren, rotating between the back of his
head, his legs, and various parts of his bare back. She was hitting him real
hard and he could feel welts forming on his back. Warren whined as his little
sister beat him up and then something horrible happened. He started to cry.
The 28-year-old man was lying on the bed crying because his baby sister was
beating him up. He knew things would never be the same after this.

Kelly grabbed Warren by the hair and yanked his head back. He felt his Adam's
apple stretch out as she did this. "You know this can all be over if you just
say you're a bitch" she told him. "C'mon. Who's the bitch?"

"You" he barked back. His response didn't come out too clearly since his
throat was stretched out the way it was but Kelly still heard him and the
response infuriated her. She didn't say a word but she just hit her brother
even harder in the back over and over again.

"Your back sure is getting red" she told him. Warren continued to cry. He
could not believe that he was getting beat up by his baby sister but worst of
all that she was making him cry.

"OK, OK" he cried. "I'm a bitch!" Kelly got off of her brother's back but then
grabbed him by the hair. She dragged his head towards her feet and he was too
beaten to resist. "You said it would all be over if I said I was a bitch" he
whined.

"I know but now you have to show me that you are a bitch" Kelly replied with a
smile. "Kiss my feet!" Just when Warren thought he had hit the ultimate low by
crying at the mercy of his baby sister she threw this at him. Was he really
going to have to kiss her feet? How would he ever live with himself after
that? He looked down at her feet. They were covered in freckles, each foot had
a little tattoo on it, and her toenails were painted black. He could not do
this.

"No!" he replied trying to sound assertive but more tears fell down his face.

"Do it!" Kelly laughed and she gave her brother a hard smack in the head.
Warren cried even more from the smack and he knew that the longer he resisted
kissing her nasty feet, the more pain he would have to feel. He bent down and
kissed his little sister's freckled feet. It was so incredibly humiliating and
the one thing he was grateful for was that no one was here to see this.

"OK that's good for now" Kelly said and she smacked her brother in the head
again. "Now get on your hands and knees." Warren did as he was told. "You are
going to be my stool!" Kelly laughed. Warren sat there on his hands and knees
as his younger, punk sister sat on his back, completely degrading him by
making a chair out of him. He couldn't let her humiliate him like this any
longer. He dropped to his stomach, rolled over onto his back, and Kelly sat on
his stomach. Warren lifted his legs up in the air then used them to bring her
down. He had finally gained control again.

"What are you trying to do with those puny legs?" Kelly laughed and she batted
his legs away. Kelly quickly got up and then rolled her brother on his stomach
and sat on him again. She then put his arm up behind his back in a chicken
wing and he started crying some more from the pain. "Nice try but you can't
win" she said happily.

Kelly let Warren's arm go then put her feet up by his face. "Rub my feet now"
Kelly ordered and Warren did what he was told. As he rubbed her feet she
started to tickle his hips. Warren laughed uncontrollably and couldn't help
but stop rubbing her feet. She stopped tickling him and he rubbed her feet
some more. She then tickled his hips again and he started laughing again and
had to stop rubbing her feet.

"I didn't say you could stop!" Kelly said sternly to her brother.

"Well it's hard to rub your feet when your tickling me" Warren whined and
Kelly just laughed.

"OK kiss them again" Kelly ordered and Warren did as he was told. Kelly then
started smacking her brother in the back again as she held him down. Warren
cried and cried as his baby sister beat on him. "Boy, you sure cry a lot"
Kelly commented. "You even cry more than dad did!" Warren thought about his
dad, who he loved so much, taking this beating from bratty, disrespectful
Kelly and he cried even more. Kelly just laughed and continued to hit her
brother.

"Well I think it's obvious who won this fight" Kelly laughed and Warren didn't
say a word. "What would your friends think of you right now?" Again, Warren
had no comment. "Well, you better admit to me that women are better. Now"
Kelly ordered and then she smacked him in the back harder than she had the
entire time and sent pain throughout his body.

"Fine, women are better!" Warren cried out.

"And I'm in charge around here, right?" Kelly asked.

Warren didn't want to agree to his complete spoiled brat of a sister but
because she could beat him up he had no choice. "Yes" he whined sheepishly.

"Ha-ha" she laughed and got off of him. "Now get out there and cook me
dinner." Warren slowly got up, left the room, and closed the bedroom door
behind him so his sister could do whatever she wanted in there. He walked out
in the kitchen and began preparing dinner for the two of them. His little punk
sister was now controlling his life.