What's A Boyfriend to Do? 
By Jeremy Wilson  shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com
I come home to see my girlfriend beaten and dominated by her little sister


*Author's Note: This story is a request from someone from a forum that deals
with muscular teens and pre-teen girls, and is written specifically for those
who enjoy that kind of thing. So if you are not into that, you shouldn't read
this story, but for those of you inclined, please, enjoy.*

My name is Matthew James Conner, my friends, including my girlfriend Cynthia
call me MJ, though I'm built more like Spider-man. I'm 6'3 and I weigh 205
pounds, pretty much all muscle, though I'm not one of those guys that spend
most of their time in the weight room. I'm on the soccer team at my college,
and my girlfriend, we're both 23 years old, she's on the girl's soccer team.
She's 5'7 and 145 pounds, and this story concerns one of the weirdest chapters
in our lives.

It all started when we were home visiting her family, her dad James, her mom
Patty, and her 18 year old little sister, Jenna. I had gone out to do a little
shopping, milk, eggs, cereal, nothing important, and I was gone about half an
hour, but what met my eyes when I came home was one of the most surreal things
that I have ever, or would ever see.

My girlfriend was on the ground, her face was full of deep red splotches, and
her little sister, who didn't look so little at all, was sitting on her
stomach, slapping her face. I closed the door in a hurry, put the groceries
down on a chair nearby and went into the front room, where the scene was
unfolding before me.

"What the hell is going on here!?!?" I exclaimed with surprise and anger in my
voice.

"MJ! Please get her off of me, she attacked me from behind out of nowhere, I
don't know what her problem is, I only called her shrimp and she exploded on
me!" My girlfriend was almost sobbing as she said this.

"You better mind your own business, MJ, what does that stand for, Mary Jane?
This is a personal matter between me and your girlfriend, there's no need for
you to get hurt, too."

I couldn't believe the straightforwardness of this 18 year old, she was
confident that she could do the same to me, someone who probably weighed 80
pounds more and was at least a foot taller than her, that she could do to her
sister, who was 30 pounds and 6 inches taller. And she had sneak attacked her
sister too, giving Jenna an unfair advantage, had it been straight up, I'm
sure Cynthia would be winning. She's so much older and bigger. No way was I
going to lose to a 18 year old girl, not with my size advantage and fighting
experience.

"Get off her right now, Jenna, or I'm going to have to pull you off of her." I
said sternly.

"Okay, I'll get off of her, but you made a mistake messing with me, Mary Jane,
I'm not the kind of girl you want to be mad at you. Cynthia never told you
about me, about my sporting background?"

"No, she never really did, just told me you were into some sports."

"That's like saying Elvis was a little into music. I've been in gymnastics
since I was 11 years old, I was into soccer since I was 14, and the whole time
since I was 13, I've been lifting weights, doing calisthenics, doing anything
to make my body better, I'm not a shrimp, not by a long-shot, pal."

With that, she unzipped her warmup jacket, and for the first time, I was able
to see why she had overpowered her sister so completely, her body was full of
rock hard muscle, the kind of which shouldn't exist on a 18 year old body.
First her shoulders were wide and capped with softball sized muscle, her
chest, was already showing striations and a pronounced muscle cleft. Her abs
were a full 8 pack, which could easily be seen because the segments were
clearly seen. Finally, when she pulled her coat off totally, her biceps could
be seen, and they were huge! I would put them at 15" at least, and on a 5 foot
tall body, that was incredibly big proportionally.

She saw how transfixed I was by her muscles and that made her giggle and
smirk.

"So, big boy, are you starting to understand your position? Had you walked
away and let what needed to happen just happen, you wouldn't be in for such a
big beat down, this body is as strong as it looks, and I'm an experienced
fighter, I've been taking on bigger kids since I was 14, even a couple of high
school guys last year, when I was 15, but none of them have been able to stand
up to my strength and muscles, what chance do you think you have against
this."

She flexed her arms and abs at the same time and I have to admit, I was damn
intimidated, this 18 year old girl had the kind of body that wouldn't look out
of place on a Ms. Olympia stage, and it was obvious she knew what to do with
it. But I couldn't back down, I'm 4 years older, probably 80 pounds heavier
(with all that muscle, it's hard to tell what she weighed.) and I'm soccer
tough.

"Listen, little girl, if you want to fight, I'm not going to back down. But we
don't have to do this, just leave Cynthia alone and you and me won't have a
problem." I calmly said, trying to be as intimidating as possible, which only
made Jenna madder.

I turned my back on her, thinking that the matter was over, but I felt a
strong hand on my shoulder whip me around faster than I would've thought was
possible. The next moment I saw stars as her hand exploded on my face with a
slap that echoed through my eardrums for 45 seconds. She looked up in my eyes
with an evil sneer.

"No one walks away from Jenna, I'm going to make you pay for that, but I'm
going to give you one shot. Right here." She pointed to her 8 pack abs.

I fired in a right as hard as I could, knowing that she wasn't playing around,
and hoping that those abs weren't as hard as they looked. Boy was I wrong, as
my knuckles impacted that flesh, it felt as though it was hard as a concrete
wall, and immediately my ears heard cracking, my hand was shattered as it met
her diamond hard abs.

"Nice try, wimp, but here's how you punch someone!"

I knew what was coming, and I tensed my abs as best I could, but her fist came
barreling in at such a speed that it felt that her hand could burst through my
abs and exit my back. I didn't see it coming, but I was looking at her face
and it appeared to me that she was calm, like she wasn't trying at all. But
that didn't make any difference to me, as the impact actually made me leave my
feet and drop to my knees, dry heaving and my eyes watered at the extreme pain
I felt in my stomach. One punch was all it took for this 18 year old to show
her extreme superiority over me. I mean I fought several times and yet, I've
never been punched in the stomach with that much force, it was unreal!

"Look at you, look at him, Cynthia, is this your big hero, is this your big
manly man, he's on the ground crying and heaving from one little punch from
me! Do you think that he could help you, you should've told him how strong I
was, you should've told him the rules of the house, when Mom and Dad are gone,
I'm in charge, not you. But you lead him to think that since you're the big
sister, or should I say the older sister, because I'm bigger than you could
ever hope to be, that you should be in charge. But we decided on that a long
time ago, didn't we."

Then Jenna launched into a whole long story about how when she was 15, she
decided that she should be the boss around there, at that time she was 4'11
and 95 pounds of muscle, and Cynthia was her current height and weight at 18,
but Jenna beat her unmercifully 3 days in a row, to drive home the fact that
she was already stronger at 15 then Cynthia, with all her age, height and
weight advantages, could ever be. This is what drove Cynthia to be more
athletic at college, for her to workout and join the soccer team, but while
Cynthia got a little stronger, Jenna continued to become stronger and
stronger, by working out heavier and longer than any boys she knew. And each
time Cynthia tried to assert herself, Jenna would have none of it and beat her
down even worse than the time before.

"But don't think I'm a bully, I don't randomly beat Cynthia up because it
makes me happy, she asks for it, and we always make up after, I love my
sister, I always treat her injuries, because I want her to become stronger for
it, she'll never be stronger than me, but I think she may be stronger than a
wimp like you."

I was furious, this little brat, well, this big brat was making fun of me,
saying my much smaller girlfriend could be stronger than me, just because she
knocked me to my knees with one punch.

"Cynthia, come over here. I'm done with beating you up. For now, I think you
learned your lesson. But I want to see something."

Cynthia shakingly came over to Jenna with her head down.

"Yeah, Jen, what do you want?"

"I want to see how strong you are, can you lift your boyfriend there?"

Oh God, I thought, Cynthia does sometimes lift me up and carry me around.

"Y...yes, sometimes I can carry him around, but I feel really weak right now."

"Don't worry about it, just see if you can piggy back him around a little."

Cynthia looked down at me and her eyes said everything. She said in her eyes
that we should just do what Jenna wants, that it's not worth it to make her
madder than she already was. I nodded and got to my feet, then I jumped on my
girlfriends back, and she carried me around a little.

"Okay, bring him over here and hold on to him tight, tell him to hold on tight
too."

Cynthia did as she was told, then Jenna did something amazing, she picked both
Cynthia and me up in a front carry! A combined weight of 330 pounds being held
by a girl that probably weighed 120 pounds herself! But those 120 pounds were
all muscle! It was a labor, you could tell she was straining, but that feat
told me all I needed to know about her, that she was pound for pound, one of
the strongest people on the planet, and could beat me in any way she deemed
fit. This 18 year old was just plain superior to me, a 23 year old male
college athlete.