Who Will Be the Chief Executive?-Part 2
By Wanderer
Jim challenges his sister for control of the company.


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 person, living or
dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.

Earlier parts of this story are scattered all over the Wanderer bookshelf.
They should be read in the following order:

Who's In the Closet Now? (Parts 1, 2, and 3).

We're Back In the Closet Again (Parts 1 and 2).

The Engagement Party (Parts 1 to 5).

The Engagement Party-Epilogue (Parts 1 and 2).

The Engagement Party-Epilogue Two (Part 1).

My Big Deal Social Wedding.

Marriage Can Be Fun? (Parts 1 to 4).

The Board of Directors Meets My Wife.

The Executive Officers Meet My Wife.

Executive Officers Don't Get No Respect.

Security! Security! (Parts 1 and 2).

Janice-An Anecdote.

How to Collect Bad Debts.

Who Will Be the Chief Executive? (Parts 1 and 2).

Copyright 2005 by Wanderer.

"You're nuts!" I said.

"You're nuts!" Maddy said.

"You're nuts!" Janice said.

"No I'm not!" Jim said. "This is the only way left to me! My scheming,
conniving sister controls the Board of Directors. Unless you agree to resign,
Jan, you don't leave me any choice. He who lives by the sword shall die by the
sword!"

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"What's that mean?" Maddy asked.

"What's that mean?" Janice asked.

"I figured it out," Jim said. "It means, sis, you used force to become
president and chief executive officer of the company, now you're going to feel
what it's like to have someone use force on you. I found out what happened
there in that board room. Did you think I wouldn't? You gained the chief
executive position at our family company unfairly. You used brute force on a
bunch of vulnerable old men, whereas I used my verbal skills in front of the
Board of Directors. Had I known you were going to be so vicious to a bunch of
feeble old men I might have suggested something else to them, like maybe a
secret ballot. I asked each Board member individually to reverse themselves.
Every single one of these high powered business executives turned me down.
They're all afraid of you. These helpless old men don't want to get hurt. When
I mention your name to them I can see them visibly start to shake. Even big
Steve Ormand, the ex Golden Gloves champion, says, 'No way, I'm not taking her
on again. Her fists are just too damn hard!' I wasn't prepared for your
scheming, conniving tricks, and neither were they! I believe you took unfair
advantage of our relationship, and I am challenging you! You leave me no
alternative. You've backed me into a corner. The only way I can gain what's
rightfully mine is to use the same tactics you did. But I can't do it to the
Board of Directors. They'd have me arrested for assault and battery. They
couldn't do that with you though, and you knew it! These big men of finance
and industry couldn't call the cops and say, 'That woman there beat us up!'
They'd be the laughing stock of the business world, so you get away with it,
and they're not going to challenge you. Only I can challenge you! I believe
you took unfair advantage of our relationship, and I am challenging you. I am
the oldest! I am the male! You used force to gain unfair advantage. I am
prepared to use force to regain what is rightfully mine, the presidency and
chief executive officer position of the family company!"

We all listened to this declaration in stunned silence. I knew what Jim had in
mind but somehow I never thought the day would come. My sister had some
inkling of it, but she also thought it was just an insane idea floating out
there. My wife didn't have a clue. She had appointed her brother Jim Chairman
of the Board and moved me up to Advisor to the President of the Corporation
(An honorary position since my wife really didn't let me make any decisions,
at work or at home). She didn't even keep after him about all the time he was
taking off from work to train himself physically, unbeknownst to her. She
guided his Chairman of the Board duties, filling in for him when he was away,
which was often.

We all listened to this tirade, our mouths open in astonishment. "You can't be
serious, Jim," I said. "I warned you before, your sister will clean your
clock!"

Maybe at one time," Jim said, "but I've been training really hard the last six
months. I've been working with an ex-champion middleweight boxer. I've got a
full time personal trainer for the gym, and a black belt martial arts
instructor. I'm warning you, Jan, you're my little sister and you need to know
your place behind me. And if you don't, I'm going to put you there! Give up
the president and CEO job to me peacefully and you won't get hurt. I'll try to
find you an important place in the company. Maybe I'll give you your husband
Frank's old job, head of North American Operations. Maybe I'll create a new
job for you, Tester of New Kitchen Products. You should probably be in the
kitchen anyway, instead of in the board room. Try to fight me on this and I
won't show you any mercy, same as you did with our Board of Directors. It
would hurt me to have to beat you up but you've left me no other way to go!"

"B ... b ... but Jim," Janice finally found her voice. "This was only between
me and outsiders, the Board of Director. I never would have brought it into
family; it would never have been some kind of confrontation between you and
me. I didn't realize you would take it so hard. But what's done is done. We
can't go back and change things. Besides which, you have the second highest
position in the company. Why don't you leave well enough alone?"

Because I'm the oldest, I'm the man, that's why! Rightfully, I should be
leading the company, not some woman!" he declared, emphatically.

"Listen," I piped up, "what the hell's the difference? It's only a title. You
still make over a million dollars a year. You and your sister and your parents
own most of the company so you get most of the dividends. Let her keep the
damn title!"

"Like hell I will!" Jim yelled at me. "When I go to our ten year reunion at
our university everybody is going to laugh at me behind my back! 'Oh, I hear
your sister is head man at your company,' they'll snicker. No, we're going to
have it out here and now!"

None of us could believe our ears. Here? Now? We had a blanket spread out on a
nice grassy field and nobody was around. But here? Now? Fight your sister? A
female? Your younger sister? Hit her? I thought Jim had taken leave of his
senses.

But Jim assumed a boxer's stance. Janice stood facing him, hands on her hips,
not believing what her eyes were telling her. It looked funny. Even though Jan
was five feet ten inches tall, she was facing a guy. He towered over her by
almost a head, being six feet two inches. But Jan stood up to him. Jim went
into a crouch, a boxer's stance. He put his two fists up and started to shadow
box right in front of Jan's face, bouncing on the balls of his fee, fists
mauling the empty air.

Janice says, "Cut that out, I don't want to hurt you!"

Jim says, "Bah! You just try! You just try!"

Jan, in the spirit of compromise, says to Jim, "Well, I'd like a baby, so if
Frank knocks me up I'll consider letting you be temporary president and CEO."
Thanks a lot, I'm thinking.

But Jim wouldn't be placated. "C'mon, Jan, let's fight! Let's fight!" he
yelled at her.

Janice's right fist shot out. We heard a sickening crunch.

Jim started screaming. "My nose! My nose! You've broken my nose!"

"You idiot! What did you expect?" I shouted at him.

Jim was yelping, "My nose! My nose! You broke my nose!" So Jan kicked him in
the shin. Now he was jumping around on one leg, one hand holding his bleeding
crushed nose, the other holding his damaged leg. Now he was yelping, "My leg!
My leg! You broke my leg! You broke my nose and my leg!"

"Oh, shut up crybaby," Jan ordered her older brother. "You asked for it!" She
spun his around so that his back was to her, encircled his neck with her right
arm and she held it steady there by grabbing her right wrist with her left
hand. Now Jim couldn't move and he sagged against his powerful younger sister,
one hand on his nose and the other holding his damaged leg. Then Jan flexed
her right bicep into his Adam's apple. Now, as you can imagine, a twenty-two
inch bicep has quite a peak, and that peak pressing against Jim's throat
easily constricted his airway so that in addition to his other woes Jim felt
himself choking. Of course, Maddy and I weren't going to let him die. Only his
wife Maddy had the strength to stop Janice from beating up on her brother, but
she was an ardent feminist, probably made that way by me, her brother, who was
the typical male chauvinist type who would take every opportunity to beat up
on his little sister-that is, until she got angry with me one fine day and
forced me into our downstairs coat closet. After that I became a better
brother-much better, when I realized my little baby sister's muscles were
bigger than mine-much bigger. We figured we were watching a brother-sister
fight, and we were going to let it play itself out. But Jim, who was suffering
all this pain, figured he was about to meet his maker at the hands of his
little sister.

"Now repeat after me, Jim," Janice said, "my sister is my lord and master."

"Glug ... glug ... " said Jim.

"He's turning blue," Maddy warned.

"Oh, damn," Jan said. "Well, I don't want to kill him ... yet" Jan said, and
she let up a little on the pressure of her bicep on Jim's Adam's apple. "OK,
let me hear it now!"

"My ... my sis ... sis ... sister is ... my ... lord ... " he croaked.

"And master!" Jan added, as she gave him a quick flex of her right bicep into
his Adam's apple again.

"And ... master," he quickly added, tears now streaming down his face, which
both Maddy and I could see, but not Jan as she was holding him tight with his
back to her.

"OK, and don't you forget it, Jim, I'm not going through this every time you
get a bug up your ass about all your male chauvinist shit!" Jan said. "I've
knocked all of that crap out of my husband's brain and I'm not about to start
taking that shit from my brother! I'm president and CEO of the Witherington
company and you'll take orders from me, do you understand that?"

"Yes ... sis ... " a subdued and humiliated Jim said.

Hearing her big brother's capitulation to her dominance, Jan relented a little
and released her strangle hold on Jim's neck.

Jim, weakened by his pain and loss of blood from his nose, started to
collapse. Jan spun him around so that he was facing her. "I'm not through
teaching you a lesson yet, oh-big-brother-of-mine!" Jan said. Oh-oh, I'm
thinking. He sagged forward. His younger and smaller sister bent a little at
the knees, put a shoulder under Jim's midsection, and without any show of
strain or effort easily lifted his heavy bulk. She even bounced him up and
down a little to move him into a more comfortable position-not for him but for
her. His two hundred twenty pounds didn't seem to stress her at all. But it
was interesting to watch the play of her calf muscles as they took the stress
of the added weight. They expanded and bulged to accommodate the extra
poundage, and the ligaments running up and down the sides of her leg became
very prominent, as did the quadriceps muscles showing under her short shorts.
I was beginning to get another erection just thinking about those powerful
legs holding me captive as she took me inside of her. I shook my head; enough
of myself and my pleasures! I've got to think of my poor brother-in law! Will
he live or die at the hands of his sister!

Jan carried her brother over to a nearby tree, sat down with her back against
the trunk, and maneuvered Jim's body so that he was facing up, looking at the
bright sky. Then she locked his face under her left armpit, his body stretched
out over her lap. Holding him immobile in this helpless position Maddy and I
watched, fascinated, as this sister-brother drama played itself out before us.
Jan undid the belt holding up his shorts, undid the top button, and then the
zipper, stuck her big toe into the waistband of the shorts, and pushed the
shorts down to his ankles. Well, my idiot brother-in-law had decided not to
put on underwear on this hot September day. Up popped his prick, waving in the
air.

"Oh, look at that," his wife Maddy said, "he's getting an erection from being
beaten up by his little sister!"

All this time Jim's face is stuffed up his sister's armpit and he's going
"Mmmfff ... mmmfff ... !" Well, we couldn't keep from laughing despite the
drama being played out before our eyes. We all sympathized with Jim's plight.
We pretty much felt that his little sister had broken his nose with that
single punch, and maybe she broke his kneecap too, but hell, he asked for it.
Jan was flicking his erection back and forth with her big toe, something like
hitting a punching bag. Bam! Jan knocked it to one side. Then wham! Straight
up in the air again, waving in the breeze. Back and forth, back and forth his
sister batted his erection. We all felt some of Jim's pain (I did, anyway),
but it was really funny to see Jim's younger and smaller sister dominating and
humiliating her older and bigger brother this way. Her musculature made Jim's
muscles look puny by comparison, but we were concentrating on the drama being
played out before us. Of course, my younger sister could have done the same to
me, so I was hoping she wasn't getting any ideas. His wife Maddy, our maid
Alice, catering our picnic, and I, we all figured he had brought it on
himself, the dumb jerk.

It may seem a little strange for a sister to be undressing her brother, right
down to his private parts. Well, it is strange. But Jan was never a stickler
for modesty. She has a fantastic body and she is not ashamed to show it, so
she wouldn't let me be modest. She had me running around our home with nothing
on but a jock strap, if that, and Alice, our maid, didn't want to be left out,
so she was always scantily clad, not that I minded much. So playing with her
brother Jim's body was not such a big leap in thinking for Janice.

"Don't hurt it," Maddy suggested. "I want to put it to good use later on," his
wife giggled.

"Oh, I'm just having a little fun," Jan said. "I need to teach him a lesson
not to mess with me. I'm in charge. My word is law at our company! I'm not
going to go through this every time my brother gets a bug up his ass about
male superiority!" The thought of male superiority at this point, as we
watched his smaller sister beat up and humiliate her older brother, his face
stuffed up her armpit as she played with his very male tool, his penis, seemed
so incongruous that Maddy and Alice burst out laughing, and even I had to try
very hard to suppress the giggles.

But I was concerned for my friend's safety. "What are you planning to do with
him?" I asked my wife.

"Same thing I do to you when you disobey me," Jan replied.

"Oh, not that!" I said. "That's so much more humiliating than even what you're
doing to him now! I mean it's OK with me, I'm your husband, but you can't do
that to your brother!"

"No, I'm not going to rape him, you idiot! I'm going to give him a damn good
spanking! Just like I do to you when you disobey me!" Saying that, Jan flipped
her brother over so that his stomach was lying across her lap, his butt
sticking up in the air. It was an unbelievable sight, a younger sister
walloping her older brother's butt. Believe me, I could sympathize, having
been in Jim's position many times when Jan would get angry with me. Anger
management was not one of her strong points.

And moderation was also never one of Jan's strong points, either. If it was
worth doing it was worth doing well, and she must have spanked Jim for a good
ten minutes. Even I, who had been in the same position many times when I
disobeyed one of Jan's orders, I don't think I ever had such a lengthy
punishment. But then I never challenged Jan's leadership-much. By the time Jan
finished with Jim's spanking his dignity had evaporated and the tears were
rolling down his cheeks. Big guy crying, little sister smiling the smile of
victory. Finally satisfied at the crimson color adorning Jim's two butt
cheeks, Jan got up and carried her weeping, embarrassed, ashamed, and sobbing
brother over to Maddy and deposited him on her lap, where Maddy tended to his
bleeding nose and dried his tears.

"Well, now that you've taught your brother a good lesson about respecting a
female, and you've cemented your position as president and CEO of the
Witherington company, and you've brought the company from the Fortune 500 to
the Fortune 100, what are you going to do next?" Maddy asked her sister-
in-law.

"Yeah," I piped up, "now that you've decisively put your brother in his place
what are you going to do for an encore?"

Jan was silent for a moment. The moment grew into a full minute. We all waited
expectantly, myself, Maddy, our French maid Alice, and even Jim who had by now
sufficiently recovered from his beating at the hands of his sister to have
some awareness of what was going on around him "Well," she said, "maybe I'll
run for president."

"But you're already the president of the company," I said.

"No, not president of the company, silly," Jan replied.

"Then president of what?" I asked, puzzled.

"President of the United State of America," Janice replied, matter-of- factly.

"Oh," I said, in a very, very, very small voice.

There was silence. Then there was more silence. Then I burst out laughing, and
Jim, who was still hurting badly from his probably broken nose, sat up on his
wife's lap and, despite his pain, began to shake with laughter also. We both
had the giggles and we couldn't stop. We were laughing so long and so hard we
both got hysterical and soon we were rolling around on the ground, even Jim.
Only Maddy and Alice were strangely silent. Gradually Jim and I stopped
laughing as we realized that Jan was serious. Janice Witherington, President
of the United States of America. The phrase had a strange sound to it.

Then, despite his pain, Jim spoke up first. "Hhmmm, Frank Thomas Witherington,
First Man of the United States." And he burst out laughing again. "No ... no
... , not First Man of the United States of America," he managed between
giggles, "First Gentleman of the United States of America!" And he started
giggling hysterically again.

"What's so funny?" I huffed. "You think I can't handle the job?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "Just like my sister Janice could handle being
President of the United States!" And he just couldn't stop giggling and
laughing between gasps for breath, despite the pain he had to be feeling from
his broken nose and hurting kneecap.

"We'll see," Janice said.

"Yeah, we'll see," I mumbled.

To be continued.