A Test of Strength Between Siblings Part II

This is the first installment of the next chapter of this story. Poor Travis is in for a looooong week. If any artists out there are interested in animating some of my stories, would love to collaborate!

As Megan enjoyed a nice cup of tea and discussion with her mother about her shockingly easy defeat of her older brother, there suddenly came a stirring from upstairs.

"Looks like Travis is finally coming around," said Suzanne, Megan's mother. "I hope you didn't hurt him too bad," she added and, just as she took another sip of her tea, a pained, muffled sob drifted down from upstairs.

The two women shared a look and then shrugged, continuing their tea as their older sibling and firstborn continued to moan, blissfully oblivious to what was most certainly an intense, and decidedly male, form of agony.

When they had finished their beverages and conversation, the female duo casually made their way upstairs to check in on Travis, though, if both were being honest, they were more curious to see the result of Megan's dominant handiwork than they were concerned over his wellbeing. As they turned the corner from the stairs into the den, they were surprised to see that Travis had managed to pick himself up off the floor - at least, partially - and was now draped over the back of the couch, bent at his midsection, with his hands cupping his swollen balls between knees which still remained comically turned inward.

"Wow, Travis, I'm surprised you remember how to stand without me lifting you up," Megan said cheekily. She walked over the couch and leaned nonchalantly against its back next to her brother. "Well, sorta stand," she said with a playful nudge on his hips.

He groaned as she shifted him uncomfortably on the couch's hard wooden frame. It dug into his stomach, but it was at least keeping him semi-upright.

"Gosh, I really kicked your ass, huh?" Megan asked. "And two other things, to be more specific."

Despite the acute pain emanating from between his crossed legs, Travis felt a twinge of anger at his sister's mocking. Using all the strength he could muster, he managed to turn on his side to glare up at his chit of a sister. Trying his best to growl in his usual low register, Travis opened his mouth: "*You*," he squeaked in a voice as meek and high as a soprano. Both his sister and mother giggled loudly, angering him even further.

"*You cheated*," he managed to spit out, his voice cracking in the process.

"What?!" exclaimed Megan, pushing herself from the back of the class to place her hands on her hips in a show of indignation. "I beat you fair and square based on the rules you laid out!"

"Really, Travis," Suzanne chimed in, "Stop being such a sore loser. Your sister beat you..." she hesitated but simply could not help herself, "...badly."

"That's only because she hit me below the belt," Travis protested. Thankfully, mercifully, his voice had finally begun to step back down from its higher register. He managed to turn himself off of his stomach to lean against the back of the couch. His hands were still firmly wrapped around his balls which, while still incredibly sore and swollen, were thankfully fully intact, despite the hearty *crunch* he had heard (and felt, he remembered nauseously) when his sister's knee and sneaker had pummeled them. *And the couch*... The memory of that hideous pain, the look of victorious joy on his little sister's face as she let him drop onto that hard wooden arm flooded back and, despite himself, a whimper escaped his lips and his hands clutched his battered nuts ever tighter.

"Seems to me what you're saying," Megan answered, squaring up to her brother, "is that men are naturally weaker than women."

"That's ridiculous," Travis scoffed.

"I think your argument would be more convincing if you weren't cradling your balls," Megan shot back. Suzanne laughed aloud.

"You only won because you took me by surprise," said Travis.

"Well, then why don't you two have a little rematch," Suzanne offered. "Wrestling, perhaps?" Megan's face lit up as she turned towards her mother while, Suzanne was pleased to see, Travis' sunk.

"Y-you can't be serious," he stammered. "I'm undefeated. She-she's a *girl*!"

"I believe your record is no longer undefeated, if memory serves," Suzanne said with a slick smile.

Megan turned back to her brother. "I think you're also forgetting that you lost a bet, big brother. You have to do whatever I want for the rest of break." Megan's eyes lit up brilliantly as she took a step towards Travis. "And I wanna 'rassle!"

"Mom," Travis said, looking over his sister in appeal to their mother, "you've gotta be kidding. I'll kill her."

"Oh, honey, I won't let that happen. I'll stop the fight as soon as one of you goes down, just like last time. Remember?"

Travis groaned. Megan clapped.

"Oh, this will be so much fun!" Suzanne effused cheerily. "I'm going to go call Diane to come over and watch! Maybe her daughter is in town, I'm sure she'd be interested in this sort of match-up!"

"Th-this isn't fair!" Travis complained.

"Quit your whining," Megan scolded. "If you really think boys are stronger than girls, what are you worried about? Besides, if you managed to beat me, I'll even let you off the hook for the bet."

Travis' ears perked up. "Seriously?" He said.

"Seriously."

He chuckled. Sore as his balls may be, he was still a State Champion wrestler and a member of the collegiate team and Megan was, after all, just a girl. "Alright, you're on."

"Goodie!" cheered Suzanne. "I'll clear out some space in the backyard. I suppose I'll have to work up some ringside seats for Diane and myself!"

Finally well enough to release his bruised testicles, Travis pushed himself into a standing position and made to blow past his sister to get changed into his athletic gear. *Let's see how tough she is if I'm wearing a cup...*

"Tut tut," Megan chided, stopping him with a finger on the chest. "Aren't we forgetting something?"

"What?" he spat back at her.

"You lost the bet, remember? You have to wear what I choose for you...and I have *just* the thing."

Travis gulped as his little sister bounced across the room to a nearby closet, her blonde ponytail swaying behind her. She returned in a moment with a light pink outfit hanging loosely from a hanger.

"You can't be serious," Travis said, his jaw slack.

"Dead serious," answered Megan.

"Mom...," Travis began, but his mother simply shook her head and said, "Rules are rules, Travis."

Reluctantly, Travis snatched up the pink spandex from his sister and retired into the nearby bathroom. A moment later, the door creaked open.

"Come on out," Megan called in a singsong voice. Her and her mother were both already in hysterics.

Slowly, Travis inched out a foot. Then a bit further. "Come on!" Megan shouted. Ashamed, Travis finally fully emerged from the bathroom. His legs were bare up and over the hip as he had stuffed his enormous frame into Megan's skimpy racing swimsuit. Highcut above the hip and tight around the middle, the outfit was designed to streamline the female form in the pool. On Travis, however, there was little room for his dangling appendages between the leg. His two orbs, still quite sore from Megan's earlier beating, were prominently outlined within the tight pink spandex, filling it beyond its constraints and threatening to burst out.

Suzanne and Megan were besides themselves with laughter. "Perfect," Megan said when she had regained her composure. She strode confidently across the room to square up with her brother, who shirked away from her awkwardly. "Nowhere to hide in that," she purred, leaning in close to him. She cupped his chin between her fingers and lowered her voice. "I'm gonna beat you, big brother," she whispered. "Really, really, *reaaaally*," she slapped his cheek, "bad."

Travis gulped. He was sweating and trembling slightly as his little sister walked her fingers down his chest, his midsection... "This time, I'm gonna make it *hurt*," she told him, biting off the word. Her fingers walked down past his hip and then she pulled them back. He met her eye. Megan loved the fear she saw there. She tapped his spandex-bound packaged lightly. "Right where it counts," she purred. Travis yelped softly.

And then Megan spun on her heel and skipped towards the stairs. "See ya out back, big bro!"

*To be continued...*