A Test of Strength Between Siblings

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"There's just no way girls are as strong as boys."

Travis scoffed and turned off the television. Normally, Megan would just roll her eyes at her older brother's chauvinistic comments, but today she found herself with no more patience for his machismo attitude. She had been watching a movie with her brother, who was visiting from his out-of-state college, when a scene came on featuring a man and woman squaring off in a boxing ring. The woman had made quick work of her male opponent, knocking him unconscious in the first round and stunning the mostly male audience. The scene had rubbed Travis the wrong way.

"What a stupid movie, if that were real life she would have been begging for mercy in less than a minute," he boasted.

"Bullshit," shot Megan. "There's no reason a woman couldn't beat a man in a fight."

Travis laughed boisterously. "What are you, insane?" he asked, wiping away a tear from his eye. "Women are weaker than men. That's a fact. Deal with it, little girl."

Now Megan was fuming. She had just begun her freshman year at college and taken to the school's gym frequently. Her work had quickly begun to show as she sported an athletic frame, strong muscular legs and a tight stomach. Her brother, she knew, also had a penchant for exercise, having been the captain of their high school's wrestling team and even making the collegiate team's squad. He was imposing, with broad shoulders and a good head taller than her, but, even still, she thought she could take him and was sick of listening to his caveman boasting.

"Let's put it to the test, then," she challenged him. "We'll go toe-to-toe and see who's the stronger sex."

This brought about another round of obnoxious laughter from Travis. "I'm not going to waste my time kicking a girl's ass," he said, dismissing her outright.

"Well, let's make it interesting then," said Megan. She pushed herself from off the couch and turned to stand before him. Her midriff was bare between her tight spandex shorts and cropped lycra top so Travis was now eyeing her toned stomach. "If you win, I'll wait on you hand and foot over the entire break," she said, and, noting her brother's eyes lingering a tad too long on her tight shorts, added cheekily, "I'll even let you pick out my outfit.

"But if you win, you have to wait on me...," she smiled devilishly, "and I get to pick out *your* outfit."

She could see the wheels turning in Travis' head and, before long, he had come to the conclusion she hoped for. "Okay, fine, whatever," he said, standing himself. He towered over her. "But I'm not going to beat you up and catch hell from Mom. How about a test of strength to show you just how easily I can dominate you?"

Megan brought her fists to her hips and met his eye. "What did you have in mind?"

Her brother raised his own hands and spread his fingers. "Easy. We lock hands and whoever makes the other submit first, wins. It won't take me long," he said, chuckling down at his insolent little sister.

"So," Megan began, twisting her foot daintily on her ankle in a mock sense of ignorance, "we just squeeze each other's hands until one of us gives up?"

"Until you *give* up," Travis chided.

"And this will prove who the stronger sex is?"

"Yes," said Travis. He was getting visibly annoyed now.

"And the contest doesn't end until we both let go?"

"Yes, damn it!"

"Seriously? That's the only way to win?"

"Yes, we go until we both let go. Good lord!"

"And there are no other rules at all?"

"Yes, that's it! What are you stupid?"

Megan smiled from ear to ear. "Okay, buster, you're on!"

With that she laced her fingers into her brother's. "Do we ring a bell or something?" she asked.

"Sure, whatever," her brother replied, ready for this to be over quickly and for his sister's servitude to begin. "Ding. Ding."

He clamped down on her hands, hard. Megan, however, was prepared and bit her lip, bracing herself on her strong legs as her much larger brother bore down on her with his significant strength. She managed to apply enough pressure back against him to keep him from ending the match immediately, much to Travis' surprise.

Confusion washed over his face. Megan smiled. "Not as easy as you thought, huh?" she chirped.

He grunted in frustration and then hollered, "Time for you to find out who the stronger sex is!" He reapplied the pressure.

Megan, anticipating this, rocked back on her heels, stepped one foot back and then shot her knee forward with all her might, propelling it forward at lightning speed to bury itself deep between her brother's legs.

*Crunch*.

Megan's hard, pointed kneecap pistoned into her brother's balls, pinning them against his unyielding pelvis. The boy's grip turned to water as he curled around her knee, whimpering as his eyes began to water.

"I guess we both found out, eh Trav?" Megan mocked.

"*My balls*!" Travis squeaked as his eyes bulged. His sister was smiling confidently before him, still holding his hands as his knees knocked together, his body doing its best to fold around the source of torment in his groin.

"Do you give?" Megan asked. Travis only made a sharp squeaking noise in response. "Ha, oops, let's try that again," said Megan as she withdrew her knee from his battered nuts. "Do you give up?"

Travis' knees came together sharply as he sunk halfway to the floor. "I — I think I heard them," his eyes rolled slightly back in his head as the pain washed over him. "I think I heard a *crunch*," he finished, almost having to swallow his lunch as the word bubbled out of his mouth.

"Oh, I *definitely* heard a crunch," giggled Megan. "Sounded very painful. Good thing you're the *stronger* sex, though, right?"

Travis began to whimper and tried to pull his hands out of his little sister's grasp. "That's not fair," he pouted. "You can't do that."

"You said there were no rules, remember?"

He groaned and looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"So, you give up?" she asked again, tweaking his fingers in her hold. He squawked as she did so. "That didn't sound like a 'yes' to me," said Megan, pouting her bottom lip sexily. "Oh, well, maybe this will do it."

"No, wait —" squeaked Travis as his sister brought her leg back once more and yanked upwards on his arms. He was too late, however, as Megan lifted him from his half knelt position and swiftly brought her sneaker-clad foot racing, once more, between his legs.

*CRAAAACK!*

The toe of her shoe struck him dead-center, flush on both testicles, squashing them hard against his groin and lifting him off his own toes.

He went up on her foot, choking on his own words as her sneaker obliterated his balls, and then crashed back down to earth, emitting a whistling squeal. Still, Megan held his hands firmly above his head as he cradled his body around his splintered nuts.

*to be continued...*