Who's In the Closet Now? Part 2
By Wanderer
More about Frank's little sister.


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws in
your country forbid you to do so. Any similarity to actual persons, living or
dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.

When last we visited with Frank and Jim (See "Who's In the Closet Now?" March
17, 2001) they were both confined in a closet off Frank's living room. Frank,
the college graduate now going for his MBA degree at a prestigious eastern
U.S. university, had been put there by his little teenage sister, much against
his will, but how did Jim, the debonair, sophisticated, elitist, suave scion
of the of the prestigious filthy rich Witherington family, come to be in the
same closet with Frank? Well, let's have Frank continue with the story.

"Jim, Jim, what the hell happened to you?" I said, alarmed at his statement
that his world was gone. Did his parents die? Or even worse, had he been
disinherited?

"She.she.beat me up!" he stammered. "She's barely 18 and she beat me up! I'm a
ruined man, I'm a eunuch, you might as well cut off my penis and throw it
away, I'm finished," he moaned.

"That's crazy, Jim," I said, "she must have caught you by surprise. Did that
bitch sister of mine hit you over the head with something? Tell me what
happened!"

"No, no, that's the worst part of it. I wish she had hit me over the head with
something, she just plain whipped my ass fair and square. I still can't
believe this happened to me!"

I tried to dry his tears with an old sock or something I found on the closet
floor, but he continued to sob on uncontrollably.

"What will I do, Frank?" he pleaded with me.

"Well, tell me what happened so I can tell you what to do," I responded, irked
at his hesitance to tell me what had happened and our predicament of now BOTH
of us being locked in the closet.

"Well," he started, "I rang the doorbell, and even I, who has made it with so
many gorgeous women, was taken aback by the beautiful babe who answered the
door.

"Who the hell are you?" I said. "You never told me your sister was so
beautiful, Frank."

"'Who the hell are you?'" she answered, a little snippily.

"I'm not used to people talking to me that way. The servants still call me
Master. Some call me Master Jim, and nobody gives me any lip. I was getting my
dander up.

"Listen, babe, I am James Pettigrew Witherington the Third, and I'm an invited
guest, where the hell is Frank to greet me?" I said, angrily, and pushed my
way past her to get in the door.

"'Oh, you must be Jim, I'm Frank's sister'" she replied. "'Frank has told me
all about you, but he didn't tell me your full name is James Pettigrew
Witherington the Turd. I'm glad to meet you, Turdy, but you're not nearly as
handsome and athletic looking as he described.'"

"What the hell was with her?" I thought. "It's the Third, not the Turd," I
said to her in my most frosty voice.

"'OK, Turdy, whatever you say,' she said.

"It's not Turdy, it's Turdy-I mean Thirdy, Thirdy!-Oh, damn, now you've got me
doing it, you silly girl!" I didn't care if she was still a teenager. I've got
a 17 year old sister, too, and I expect her to show me a lot of respect. We
were going to get off on the right foot at the start, or I wasn't going to
have a good two weeks visiting you. I had to put her in her place, and right
now, but first I had to find you. Where the hell were you?"

"'Where the hell is your brother?' I demanded again. 'I'm used to having
people greet me when I come to visit'

"'Oh, he's restricted, Turdy,' she giggled.

"'What do you mean, restricted?' I asked, "How the hell is he going to spend
time with me if he's restricted? Who restricted him?'

"'I did,' she replied, in a very matter of fact voice.

"'You did!' I exploded. 'What did you do, lock him in his room?'

"'Well, kind of,' she giggled, without saying anything more.

"'Look, babe, what's your name, Maddy? Well, Maddy, you and I can have some
fun, you've only just turned 18, but fooling around with an older guy like me
is going to make you plenty sophisticated, and I've got money to burn. You
llike nice gifts? I'll get you some cute Barbie dolls for your bedroom. I can
be your Ken for a couple weeks, so what do you say we take off the boxing
gloves and give ourselves a chance?

"I reached out and touched her hair, then caressed her shoulders, and ran my
hand down her arm, and since she didn't move I figured we were doing OK, so I
ran my hand off her arm and gently caressed her left breast, I mean, I know
she's your sister and all, but you yourself told me you thought she had plenty
of experience because she has such a great body all the guys in her high
school would be hitting on her, and you were right, I don't think there's
anyone in our college who is even half-way to having a body like hers. I just
couldn't help myself, even if she is your sister, and you know no one has ever
said no to me yet, I pride myself on that record.

"Since she didn't move I kept caressing easy, I ran my hand around the
bottom-God, it's full, I thought, up between the breasts, deep, deep, then
across her shoulders, and down and around again, and I stopped my hand at her
amazingly erect nipple. I looked at her and she had a playful little smile on
her lips, so I knew she was enjoying it. I expected that the next thing she
would do is move her body right into mine, and we would clench-my vacation
would be off to a great start, but damn if she didn't totally surprise me by
what she did next. She gently but firmly placed her left hand over my right
resting on her nipple, and leaned forward. I couldn't pull my hand away so my
hand was bending backward at the wrist and I found myself immediately on my
knees in front of her!

"'Ouch, Ouch," I yelled, "what the hell are you doing?"

"'Why, sweetie,'" she said in an innocent voice, "'don't you want to be
intimate, don't you want to admire my body now that you've seen and touched my
breast, don't you also want to see and touch my legs? Even brother Frank says
I've got gorgeous calves, but then he's a leg man. Are you a leg man, Jim? Go
ahead Jim, you can touch my calves,' and she started rising up and down on her
toes so that the muscles bunched and expanded tremendously. Despite myself,
who wasn't going to give in to her, I was so fascinated I just had to do what
she said because I had never seen anything like it.'

"'Brother Frank just loves my legs,' Maddy said. 'I first found that out when
I was 14 years old, and he was sitting in the middle of the couch watching TV.
I plopped myself down on the end of the couch to watch TV with him and I just
kind of threw my legs across his lap. He put his hand on my legs to push me
off-but guess what, he couldn't. Then he put both hands on my legs and pushed
and pushed, but I was too strong for him, even at age 14. I was sitting there,
laughing at his futile efforts, and then I realized he began to feel my calves
and push and pinch them, and I could see sweat start to break out on his
forehead. It was very interesting for a 14 year old to see that, and then I
noticed this big bulge growing in his pants! Imagine that! And for his sister
yet! After that I realized I had a lot of power over my older brother. When I
felt like teasing him, when he was watching TV I would walk over by the TV set
and put my hand on it and start to do toe raises. I could see him out of the
corner of my eye watching me instead of the TV, and then I would do toe
touches so he could see up the length of my thighs, which even then were very
full. I think I had more muscle on the back of my thigh than he had on the
front of his, Then I would turn around quickly and catch him staring at me
instead of the TV. He would look away real fast, and I would say, 'Oh, am I
bothering you, Frank? Is it too hot in here, you seem to be perspiring, shall
I turn up the air conditioning?' He would mumble something like 'Go 'way,
leave me alone,' or 'Aw, shaddup,' and I would go sit next to him, and wipe
his brow with my handkerchief, and maybe just by accident I might put my hand
on his crotch, just as if I didn't know what was there, and I could feel the
bulge in his pants get bigger and bigger until I took my hand away. I'm sure
he didn't have the hots for his sister, it's just that he couldn't control
himself over my body. I learned a lot about my sexual powers over boys just by
playing with my brother that way.

"All this time she had been talking she had been doing toe raises until the
blood flow in her calves seemed to expand them to twice their size, and I had
been fascinated. I couldn't keep my hands off, after all she had asked me to
touch, and I could feel the bulge grow in my pants, too. She could see what
was going on, and I think she was delighted to see the effect she was having
on a sophisticated womanizer such as myself.

"'Once last year,' Maddy said, 'when I was sitting on the sofa with my feet on
Frank's lap again, I decided to see if boys like biceps on 17 year old girls,
I have quite large ones you know, as you have probably deduced from your
helpless position groveling at my feet. You are groveling, aren't you, dear?'
she inquired with that sweet little childish tone to her voice. 'I was wearing
a tank top so I threw my shoulders back and took a deep breath, inflating my
considerable chest and throwing my boobs way out there-you have noticed my
chest, haven't you, honey? Most men do, 44DD is so hard to overlook-and I put
my hands up to arrange my hair, casually playing with it, patting it down,
fluffing it up, and Frank looked over to see what I was doing. When he did, I
tensed up even more-well, Frankey baby couldn't take his eyes off my arms, his
eyes grew wide in wonder. Seeing him watching me I did a double biceps flex
and I said, "'Frank, do boys like girls with biceps bigger than theirs? Mine
are bigger than yours, aren't they Frank, I mean isn't 20 inches bigger than
14 inches like yours are, you big strong macho male athlete you. You're four
years older than I am and you're at least half a foot taller than I am, are
you a case of retarded development, Frank? You'd better watch out, one of
these days when you piss me off enough I may just beat you up!'

"'Aw, go to hell!' Frank said, and got up in a big hurry from the couch,
looking scared, but I noticed a suspicious wetness at his crotch. 'What
happened, Frank, did you pee in your pants? Are you that scared of your little
sister beating the shit out of you?' I threw at his departing back. I just
love to play mind games with you macho athletic heroes, you're really such
wimps at heart. Are you a wimp, Jim? Do my biceps scare you, Jim? Look,
they're even a couple inches bigger than they were last year when I scared the
hell out of Frank. Look, see?' and she flexed her right bicep for me. Hell,
Frank, her bicep is bigger than yours and mine put together, and we're both
very athletic. How come you didn't get the muscle genes in your family? Big
and peaky, and it looked hard as a rock, absolutely scared the hell out of me,
but it made me want to get my hands on that body even more, I don't know why.
She kept pumping it back and forth, getting bigger with every pump, and so was
the growing bulge in my pants. I sure had a desire for that body, despite the
fact I was scared shitless. She said to me 'Here, Jim, why don't you get up
from your knees and feel it?'

"Well, I tried to stand but I couldn't. She had changed her grip on my right
hand so that now our fingers were intertwined, and she kept me down easily,
the pressure was unbearable on my wrist when I moved. She could have put me
flat on my face if she wanted, but instead she said, 'Jim, what do you think
of my thighs, do they look strong to you? Are yours stronger? I understand
you're such an athlete, here, take a closer look' and she pulled me up to a
kneeling position so that I was two inches away from her thighs. Frank, your
sister's thighs are so big they're positively scary. I tell you, I haven't
been scared of many things in my life, but I felt absolute fear looking
directly at those big thighs right in front of my eyes because I didn't know
what your nutty sister was capable of doing, and it was obvious to me she
didn't like me.

"'They're v.v.very nice,' I managed to say, trying to placate her, but I just
succeeded in making her mad.

"' Nice, that's all?' she said, 'here, let me show you some muscle!' When she
started to ripple those quadriceps I really was in fear for my life! Those big
round thighs turned into bundles of corded muscles, like steel cables. 'Go
ahead, touch!'

It wasn't a request, it was an order, and I was too afraid not to. How did
your sister ever get such muscles, Frank? If she ever gets mad at you you're a
dead man!

"'I'll bet you don't think they're very strong, Jim, I'll bet you think
they're all show,' Maddy said.

"'No, no,' I responded fearfully, I'm sure they're very strong, the real
thing.'

"Then what I was fearful of happened. 'Here, let me show you, Jim,' she said
with a big grin on that pretty face.

"Quickly she put one leg over my shoulder, and then the other leg over my
other shoulder so that my head was imprisoned between those mammoth pillars.
She just held me there, releasing my right hand from her grasp so that my two
hands were now pushing feebly against her thighs, trying to get away. My body
was stretched out flat behind her so that I couldn't even use my legs to push,
my head trapped, looking up at her while she stood there. Although it was
difficult to see her face past her boobs, they stood out so far, she had a big
smile on her face, hands on hips, gazing down at me. I felt so helpless I
could begin to feel tears welling up in my eyes. I don't think I've cried
since father wouldn't buy me a Ferrari for my tenth birthday, but I think this
was just a combination of fear like I had never known, and pride, and
hopelessness. How could an 18 year old girl be doing this to a macho virile 22
year old like myself? I didn't think money could buy my way out of this, but I
was desperate, so I tried bribery.

"Look, Maddy," I said, "I don't want to make you any trouble here, why don't I
give you my nice new Porsche sitting out in your driveway, and we'll just
forget anything ever happened here, and we won't tell Frank so he won't have
anything to tell when we go back to the university.

"'Ooohh, Jim, what a nice offer, but I can't drive a stick shift, only an
automatic, so I guess we just have to go ahead,' and saying that she tightened
up her thighs, and my head immediately felt like it was in an iron vise. The
hopelessness of my position made the tears in my eyes well up more, and I'm
sorry, I just began to cry, I couldn't help it. Here I am, my whole life ahead
of me as one of America's richest yuppies, and this 18 year old snip of a girl
was about to snuff me out!

"'Why Jim,' she said, 'crying already? Here I am, treating you as an honored
guest, giving you all my attention, and I guess you're so overcome with my
show of kindness you're beginning to snivel like a little baby. And I haven't
even put any pressure on your head yet.' If this wasn't pressure I hated to
see what the next jolt of power would be like, and it came quickly-it was
undesirable-now I was desperately clawing at her humongous thighs, but they
were like steel-like quivering steel under her silky skin that I could feel as
she applied more power-incredible! If she ever tried a leg press in the gym
she could probably do a ton. I hate to admit it to you, but you got me into
this, she's your sister, by now I was crying like a baby, it hurt so much, and
I was gasping for breath. Needless to say, with my throat constricted down to
zero I passed out quickly, only to revive just as quickly when Maddy released
the pressure.

"'Oh, Jim, you're just no fun at all!' I heard Maddy say, as I hung there
between her thighs, still sobbing. Frank says you're a great ladies man, maybe
you can please me that way,' and with that she pulled my head deep into her
crotch, and I knew what was expected of me.

"Frank, I don't know where your sister got her ideas, but she's no young
innocent 18 year old! She maneuvered my head expertly in there. Now, you know,
I feel that such subservience to a woman's whims is not dignified for a man of
my station-oh, I expect that from a woman all right, but I am one of America's
elite, and I don't stoop to such indignities, but there was no escape for me
here, so I swallowed my pride because I didn't want your sister to hurt me,
and I did the best I could. Well, evidently it was good enough because I soon
felt your sister's moistness enveloping my face, and I could feel her tensed
muscles relax. But then Maddy put one hand under each of my armpits and easily
lifted me to my feet, supporting me because I was too weak and dizzy to stand
on my own.

"'Well, Jim, you're quite good, I think I'll have to keep you around for a
while. Heaven's knows, I can't do this with my brother, although I've thought
about humiliating the twerp that way, but you'll do quite nicely. But I can't
let you go, I know you'll run away, what will I do with you? Oh, I know, I'll
restrict you with Frank, that way you can keep each other company!'

"Saying that, she put her left hand around my waist and put her right hand
under my rib cage and easily lifted my 195 pounds up so that she was kind of
carrying me on her left hip, and walked over to this closet. Me, 6' 2" tall
and this five and one-half foot tall child is carrying me like a baby! On her
hip, no less! With one hand! I tell you this teenager is a monster! Never make
her mad at you, Frank, she could snuff out your life just like that! Who would
suspect an 18 year old girl? I had no idea what was happening as she carried
me towards the closet. She opened the closet door and threw me in and here I
am with you, damn you, why did you ever invite me for this visit, I thought
you were my friend?

"Listen, let's forget that," I said, "we've got to figure a way out of here.
She could keep us in this hell-hole for a month! My parents aren't due back
from Europe until then. She could just feed us some bread and some water. I
have my doubts if even both of us could fight our way past her. She was never
strong like this, although come to think of it she used to tease me with her
muscles, even when she was 14 or 15, but I guess she was too afraid of mom and
dad to fight back when I used to push her around. Now that they're away she's
going to get even with me, and you too because you're my close friend. . She
wants to embarrass me by taking it out on you because I can't protect you from
her. Let's put our heads together and figure a way out of here!

"I've got it!" Jim said, "the two of us together should be able to break down
the door, and then hopefully both of us could take her, or at least you can
keep her occupied while I get away-after all, she's your sister, and I'm only
a house guest, I want to go home!"

This didn't sit too well with me. I didn't relish the idea of facing my
sister's new found independence alone, but I couldn't think of anything
better, and, after all, my invitation had gotten Jim into this pickle.

"OK," I said, "at the count of three we'll both hit this door. Ready?
One-two-three!" We both smashed into the door together, creating an awful
racket. It didn't work the first time, so we hit the door again and again. It
was one of those sturdy old time houses, built in the early 1900's, and
everything was very solidly built, and quality. We couldn't budge the door.
Our shoulders were sore and aching from hitting the door so many times, we
were very tired, depressed, feeling hopeless when all of a sudden the closet
door opened!

End of part 2. Who opened the closet door? Was it the police? Was it Maddy?
Had Frank's and Maddy's parents returned early from their trip to Europe? Did
Maddy have a change of heart? Or is she just bringing them their daily gruel?
What is gruel? Does Maddy know how to cook gruel? Does Maddy know how to cook?
Will Frank and Jim come out of the closet? Read part 3 to find out!