We're Back In the Closet Again-Part 1
By Wanderer
Continuing the saga of Frank, Jim, and Frank's little sister.


Copyright 2001 by Wanderer

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.

(This is really part 4 of "Who's In the Closet Now?" If you would like to read
the first three parts please check the Wanderer bookshelf. Thanks).

Jim could hardly wait for summer vacation. He'd say to me "Frank, Frank, it's
only April, it's still two months until we're out of here." Then he'd say,
"Frank, Frank, I'm not going to come visit you this summer," Followed by "Can
I spend all summer with you, Frank?"

The reason for Jim's confusion was my sister Maddy. Jim is James Pettigrew
Witherington III, his family is filthy rich, and I am his roommate at a very
prestigious eastern U.S. university, both of us going for our MBA degrees. Now
Jim's family owns a big Fortune 500 company, and Jim has money coming out of
his eyeballs, whereas my family is only upper middle class, so I play up to
Jim because when I get my MBA I hope to have an in with Jim's company, it's
always so nice to start at the top (Of course then the only way to go is down,
but I'll worry about that later). Well, Jim has the hots for my sister, Maddy.
I'm her brother, so we have our sibling rivalry, but I have to admit she is
gorgeous. I wish I had a girl friend as good looking as she is. She's in her
first year at a local college where we live, while Jim and I are 2500 miles
away on the east coast so I don't go home except for the summer. Like I say,
Jim has the hots for her, but there is only on drawback-she is much stronger
than he is. She's also much stronger than I am. Oh, don't think we're wimps.
We're both athletic and have very good bodies, but Maddy is exceptional. You
could call her a freak of nature, almost. Or a freak of genetics. While I am a
well built man, age 23, she is still a teenager, just turned 19, with
incredible muscle size. My arms measure maybe 14 inches, like my roommate
Jim's were last summer, but then hers were maybe 22 inches. I'm about six feet
tall, Jim is about 6' 2", Maddy is 5' 6", so we both tower over her, but she
can whip our asses easily. She took us both on last summer, both at the same
time, and she easily outmuscled us, she dominated us both, and that's where
Jim's dilemma comes in, he thinks he may be in love with her, she is so
gorgeous, but he is afraid of her. Can you imagine? He towers over her at 6'
2", and he is afraid of her, and she's only 5 ½ feet. She tells him what to do
and he is afraid to disobey her. Last summer when he visited with us she even
spanked him, his first spanking ever. She made him wash her undies, a
humiliating thing for a macho male of Jim's social stature. He had never even
washed his own underwear before.

So Jim, who could have any gorgeous woman at our school-his name and family
wealth are well known-was intrigued by my sister, maybe because he couldn't
have her-she would decide, not him, and that bothered him. He had never yet
not gotten anything he wanted, except the Ferrari he wanted for his tenth
birthday, but he got a $4500 pedal model that satisfied him for the time
being. And of course now he has a real Ferrari with an engine in it because he
gave my sister his Porsche last summer as a good will gesture after she had
played with his mind for a couple weeks, even taking him once sexually and he
had little to say about how it happened (although he didn't seem to mind too
much).

You think I should be upset about my roommate making out with my sister? Hell,
I would want to make out with her if she wasn't my sister. Jim would make a
good brother-in-law. We got along as roommates so we could get along as
family, and if my sister was his wife I knew my future would be secure in his
family's business. I was licking my lips already in anticipation. All I had to
do was overcome Jim's fear of Maddy, and get Maddy to pick him as her consort.
But that was easier said than done. Maddy intimidated even me, her brother.
Last summer was the first time she had used her strength against me, maybe
because our parents were away, and for the first time we were home alone
together for a long period of time, our parents weren't there to intervene to
protect Maddy from me, but it turned out I could have used the protection. She
had grown a lot in the year I had been away, and when I annoyed her she just
picked me up and threw me into the guest closet, and when Jim had come for his
visit she just threw him in the closet with me to keep me company! In the two
weeks Jim visited we found out just how strong Maddy was. The two of us
combined, Jim and myself, couldn't stand against her, we wound up doing
anything and everything she told us to do-if we didn't, the consequences were
painful. It was then we both became fearful of Maddy's strength, and it was
then that Jim became confused over his feelings for Maddy, and he wanted to
use the coming summer vacation to sort things out.

"Invite me, Frank." "Don't invite me, Frank." "I want to spend the whole
summer with you, Frank." "I'm not coming, Frank." Jim was driving me nuts.
"Look," I said to him one time, out of frustration, "why don't you hook up
with one of those beautiful socialites your parents want you to go out with,
my sister Maddy is from a middle class family, she's not sophisticated, she
would never meet your parent's requirements. You'd be wasting your time with
Maddy, even if she came to like you, and you know she wouldn't be yours, you'd
be hers. Go out with some of your socialite friends and then you wouldn't have
to worry about how much stronger Maddy is than you are. You know she's nice,
but she's still pretty much a child, she might do something to hurt you and
then I'd feel responsible."

"Frank," Jim responded, "I just can't get her out of my mind, she's so
beautiful, but I go out with pretty girls all the time, no, the way she's
different is her muscles. I pretty much always tell my women what to do, they
never question me. Your sister tells me what to do, if I object she makes me
do it, I mean she can physically make me do it, she can pick me up like I'm
one of her Barbie dolls, she can punish me, she even spanked me that one time,
I'm frustrated, I'd like to fight her, but I think she'd kill me. I need to
get into better shape because I need to win. Maybe it's my male ego. Maybe
it's because I don't like to lose at anything, I don't care what it is-polo,
cards, lacrosse, squash, anything, and I've lost at the biggest thing we guys
have over women, our ability to overpower them physically. I'm going to give
up polo and squash and everything else this next year. I'm going to spend
every spare minute I have this year at school and build myself up physically.
What does your sister bench press-375? I'll do 400. What's she squat-400? I'll
do 450. She's not going to beat me at this one thing men have over women. I
won't be scared of her-she'll be scared of me! That's it! That's what I'll
do!"

True to his word Jim gave up all his extracurricular activities and spent
every free minute in the weight room at our university for the next school
year. And he did bulk up, that's for sure. He got even handsomer, he did look
even more like a stud, all the girls wanted him and he made out like a bandit,
but there was only one thing he really wanted-he wanted to confront Maddy! But
one small thing he forgot-Maddy wasn't exactly sitting on her behind for that
year. She loved working out. She attacked the weights at her college as if
they were the enemy! Guys would just stand around, jaws agape, looking on in
awe, first at her intensity, then at her huge chest as it expanded with the
effort to do a bench press or a barbell curl. She kept her muscles pretty well
covered up as she wore sweat pants and a sweat top, she didn't want every
macho jerk in the gym seeing her huge muscles and wanting to challenge her for
the benefit of the fragile male psyche, she didn't want to waste the time
beating them up as she knew they'd be no challenge for her.

Along about January Jim says to me "Frank, Frank, we need to get rid of your
parents for the summer, here's $20,000 out of my petty cash account (I told
you he was rich), tell your parents you won the school football pool, send
them to Asia for a couple months, that way you and Maddy and I can be alone
for the summer, and Maddy can get to know me better."

My parents had always wanted to visit Japan and China and Thailand and India
and Hong Kong so they didn't question me too much about where the money came
from, they just jumped at the chance to go. I told them they didn't have to
worry about Maddy, I would see that she behaved herself (ha, ha!), and Jim
would come visit me and we would both look after her. That satisfied them that
Maddy would be in good hands. They never thought that maybe we would be in
Maddy's hands.

Really what I preferred to do was to get away for the summer, I didn't like
being home and having Maddy, my four years younger sister, bossing me around,
telling me what to do around the house, but I figure if I was going to get a
chance to join Jim at his dad's Fortune 500 company I had better stick around,
not to protect Maddy but to make sure that Maddy didn't hurt him too badly, I
wanted him to be alive to get his MBA and I was keeping my fingers crossed
that he would wind up being my brother-in-law but I kind of had my doubts
about that if I couldn't keep Maddy from beating up on him.

However, by the end of the school year I wasn't sure. Jim had bulked up
tremendously. He worked out every day except Sunday, he hired a full time
trainer, and damn if by June he didn't do a 400 pound bench press and a 450
pound squat. He looked like he was bursting with health and vitality, and he
said to me "I'm ready for Maddy now, Frank, I've decided that I will come
visit you, I'm not scared of her anymore. I'll try not to hurt her, but I have
to show her who's boss, I'm not going to be embarrassed again by your little
sister. I realize I may be a little vindictive, Frank, but my ego can't stand
being beat up by a girl, especially one four years younger than I am, and
let's not forget she beat up on you, too. I'll teach her a lesson for both of
us, is that O.K. with you, Frank?" Hey, what he was saying was true, and I
wouldn't mind seeing Maddy get her comeuppance, she had gotten pretty arrogant
last summer when she found out she could beat up on the two of us, both at the
same time. I wanted Jim to put her in her place, and then she might see him
for what he was, a handsome dominant rich guy who, as my brother-in-law, could
put me in a big job at his father's company.

So two days after we finished our final exams we both boarded the plane to
take us to my home out west. Maddy was to pick us up at the airport since our
parents had already left for Asia. When she spotted us she seemed genuinely
glad to see us. She came running, with a big grin on her face, and before we
could react she had encircled both our waists and effortlessly lifted both of
us off our feet onto her hips and unselfconsciously was waltzing us around the
airport waiting room, giggling and laughing and talking all at the same time,
oblivious to the curious stares of all the deplaning passengers who seemed to
be awed by the sight of a little 5 ½ foot girl twirling around holding two six
foot guys, one on each hip, up in the air. Both Jim and I were blushing
furiously, embarrassed to be held so helpless in this little girl's arms, I
mean we should be twirling her around, but she had caught us both by surprise.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you guys," she giggled, "mom and dad left over a week
ago, and I was so lonely, why I even had to cook my own dinners! Frank, I just
couldn't wait for you to get home and take over the cooking, and Jim, my
underwear is getting all dirty, why I've even had to wear some things twice!"
and Jim blushed furiously at the unmanly role Maddy had put him into last
summer, and what she evidently planned for him this summer.

"Well, we'll see, Maddy," Jim muttered.

"Oh, Jim, don't get rebellious, I don't want to have to spank you again,"
Maddy giggled.

"Well, we'll see, Maddy," Jim reiterated, "maybe this time I'll have you doing
my underwear."

"Ooohhh, a challenge, goody goody, Maddy laughed, "I just love a good
challenge, especially if it comes from a cute guy. I can see we're going to
have a lot of fun this summer," she laughed.

"In the meantime, if you could just put us down I would appreciate it," Jim
said, a trifle coldly. "This is somewhat undignified."

"Oh, sure, Jimmy baby," Maddy responded, not realizing that she was still
holding the two of us up in the air, and she set us down.

"Please," said Jim, "my name is James Pettigrew Witherington III, but you may
call me Jim, not Jimmy."

"O.K., sure thing, I'll call you what I called you last year-Turdy," she
giggled.

Jim started to get red in the face, he wasn't making any progress over last
year, this young girl seemed to be getting the best of him, but he decided to
hold his peace, he didn't want to make a scene at the airport.

We followed Maddy down to the luggage carousel to retrieve our bags. I had
two, but Jim would never be accused of traveling lightly. He had a total of
four, he had to pay extra because he was overweight for a total of 232 pounds,
and he had struggled with his bags to get them to the airport, I had to help
him. My two bags were only fifty pounds total. When we had gathered all six
bags together before we knew it Maddy had put one of mine under each arm and
grabbed Jim's four bags, two handles in each hand, and headed out the
automatic door, practically running with them. Jim and I hurried after her,
"C'mon, Maddy, give us some bags, everyone's staring." Here was this little
girl carrying a total of 282 pounds, so loaded down with six bags she
practically disappeared, and two big six footers were walking along next to
her, carrying nothing. I heard one woman we walked by say "Fuck offs!" and
even the men glared at us as if we were abusing her or something. My damn
sister walked all the way to the parking lot, maybe a half mile, carrying
those six bags like they were nothing. I began to think that Jim wasn't going
to have an easy time of it despite his fantastic new physical condition.

Maddy drove us home, laughing and giggling all the way, she was so happy to
see us-well, maybe it wasn't me, maybe it was Jim. When we got to the house we
moved the bags in, and Maddy was so happy to have the two of us in the house,
she evidently had been so lonely being home alone for the last week, she just
grabbed me in a bearhug below my ribs and lifted me off my feet, dancing
around the entryway of our home with me in her arms like I was a little kid.
She was squeezing me so hard in her enthusiasm she was pushing my stomach up
into my diaphragm and I was having trouble breathing. "Maddy, Maddy," I
gasped, "I can't breathe!"

She looked up at me, chagrined. "Oh, sorry, Frank, but I am glad to see you,
even if you are my mean old brother!" Then she dropped me and charged over to
Jim, who wasn't prepared for the same onslaught. She easily lifted him and
proceeded to prance around the entry with him in her arms, just as she had
done with me. Now Jim had gained about twenty pounds of muscle with his
training routine but the extra weight didn't seem to bother Maddy at all. She
waltzed him around, same as she had done with me, even tossing him a little
bit up and down. Jim really looked uncomfortable. I don't think he imagined
this was the way it would go, I think he felt he would dominate the situation
from the very start. Instead it seemed that my little sister, just turned
nineteen and still a teenager, was in control of big, rich, sophisticated
James Pettigrew Witherington III, since she was physically tossing him around
like a rag doll. I could see a distinct look of frustration on his face as he
futilely pushed against her arms, trying to break her hold on him, but she
didn't even seem to notice his efforts or the perturbed look on his face.
Finally she set him down and started to give orders. "O.K., Frank, you'll do
the cooking and the shopping, just like last year, and Turdy, you'll do the
housework and the laundry and maybe look after any other needs I may have as
they come up," she said, giving him a wink with her left eye and a big smile.

I just stood there with head bowed .It seemed like my parents had created a
monster. Nothing had changed from last year. I was pinning all my hopes on the
new Jim. Maddy seemed just as formidable as ever, but she hadn't seen Jim's
new body yet.

Jim said, "Maddy, it isn't right for you to treat me as a slave.er.servant,
I'm a guest in you home and usually people make it a point to entertain me and
cater to my every whim. Now, because I have a special bond with your brother,
I'm willing to overlook your boorish behavior of last year, but now you need
to show me a little respect. I demand you treat me with the respect my station
in life deserves!"

Maddy stood there, her mouth open. She could hardly believe what her ears were
telling her, and she told Jim that.

"I can hardly believe what I'm hearing, Turdy, you mean you're going to
disobey me? Me? You're telling me no? No?" By now she was right up to Jim,
chest to chest, craning her neck to look straight up into his face. It seemed
kind of ludicrous, Jim looking down at her from his 6' 2" at this smaller 5 ½
foot girl who seemed to be threatening him with dire consequences. No one
would believe it if they didn't know what had happened last summer. Maddy was
getting red in the face, she was getting angry. I began to cringe. But Jim put
on a brave front.

"Look, Maddy," he said, "out of deference for your brother I'm going to let
bygones by bygones. You know I like your brother, he's my roommate at the
university, and so I like you, too.I mean.well, you're different, aren't you?
I'm tired of all these debutantes and socialites cozying up to me, I don't
know if they like me or my money.I suspect it's my money. They're all bulimic
and anorexic, they need to have their chauffeurs drive them if they're going
around the block. You're.well, you're athletic, you take care of your body.
And last summer when I visited you didn't fawn all over me. As a
matter-of-fact you didn't care about my money because you treated me like a
slave.er.servant, and when we had our.er.relationship, shall we say, it was
you who took me, not the other way around, so I know you wanted me, not my
money. I'm intrigued. Maybe we can work something out. You are very
beautiful-don't let that go to your head-but you need to know that it's a
man's world, especially in my social circles, so I'm prepared to teach you the
proper respect, but hopefully it won't come to that."

Maddy just stood there, chest to chest, with mouth open, taking it all in. I
don't think she quite comprehended what Jim was driving at.

"You mean you want some kind of long term relationship with me?" she inquired.

"Well.yes," he responded, "you're.you're different, you're very pretty, you're
athletic, same as me, we have a lot in common. I could teach you tennis,
badminton, they might even let a girl on my polo team if I use my influence,
after all my dad is the main financial support of my team, just think of all
the activities we could do together."

"But weightlifting is my game," she protested.

"Oh, I guess you'd have to give that up, that's not very feminine, my dear,"
Jim said, warming to the subject.

"Well, suppose I didn't want to?" Maddy asked.

"I guess in that case I would have to prove to you that while weightlifting as
a sport does a lot for your appearance, it fills out your feminine curves in
all the right places, when a man puts his mind to weightlifting the resultant
muscular growth is so much more productive for the male than it could ever be
for the female, regardless of how much effort she puts into it."

"Let me see if I understand what you're saying, Jimmy baby. I mean you have
this big college education and all, and I'm just a freshman in a local
college. So you're saying if we both work out you'll get the muscles and I
won't?"

"Precisely, my dear, now you're beginning to understand, this is rightfully a
man's world, and of course women are an important part, they serve as counsel,
support, homemakers, child bearers, I mean don't underestimate your
importance, but physically the power resides with the male, and that's not a
bad thing, that's just the reality of the world as it is today."

By now Maddy's face had turned so red I thought it was going to explode and
send shreds of skin and bone flying all over our entryway.

"Wow! You're a bigger shit than I thought!" she exclaimed.

"Now, my dear, no need to take this personally," Jim soothed.

"No need to take this personally! No need to take this personally!" Maddy was
practically yelling. "Who are you talking to, if not to me? You dork! This is
going to be a summer you're going to remember the rest of your life!"

You know they say history repeats itself? Well, Maddy wrapped her hands around
Jim's waist, effortlessly picked up his 215 pounds, walked over to the hall
closet where we keep the coats and hats of guests, and threw Jim into the
closet and locked the door! Just like last year! It was deja vu all over
again! I just stood there with my mouth open, not believing what I was seeing!
My 5' 6" sister had just thrown a 6' 2" man, a potential wealthy suitor, into
the hall closet as if he were a piece of baggage! She stood there, arms folded
across her very ample chest, tapping her right foot on the marbled floor, in
exasperation, glaring at me. Then she unfolded her arms and motioned to me
with the index finger of her right hand to come to her.

"All right, Frank, get over here!" she ordered me. Suddenly it dawned on me. I
was going into the closet also! Just like last year!

"Oh, no, no, Maddy," I pleaded. "Jim's out of his mind. I'll do anything you
say-just have a little compassion for your older brother," I begged. "Please,
Maddy, please, please, not me, too!"

"Hell, yes," she said, "you invited him, he's your guest, you keep him
company, you entertain him!" she ordered.

Reluctantly, with head bowed, I shuffled up to the closet door, knowing what
was coming. Maddy opened the door, and as Jim tried to rush out Maddy shoved
me in so that the two of us collided and Jim got shoved back and Maddy closed
the door behind me, and once again the two of us had been locked away in the
closet by my teenage sister!

Does Maddy let Jim and Frank out of the closet? If not, who's going to wash
Maddy's undies? Does Jim teach Maddy to properly respect the dominant male?
Does Maddy learn to properly respect and obey her lord and master? Oh, I'll
bet you know the answers already. But please read part 2 anyway, coming soon.
Thanks.