*This is a direct unauthorized continuation of Jim Lake’s story Double Trouble, which featured a 12 year old girl and her friend physically overpowering, dominating, and easily lifting the main girl’s 22 year old brother, who was much bigger than either of the girls, the story ended with the possibility that Megan would dominate her brothers, who were also bigger and older than her, though to what degree wasn’t specified, this is my take on that story. I did a little bit of embellishing of the story and situations, putting it my own way, I took his story, which was near perfect, and tried to make it even more perfect. For Diana the Valkyrie‘s website, however, I decided to change the ages in order to post it.*

Megan skipped happily home, humming the whole way, barefoot as usual. Years of playing in the quarry, throwing baseball sized rocks around like baseballs, and lifting rocks weighing several times her own weight over her head like nothing grew her feet to be nearly invulnerable. Her gymnastics training had led to her meeting her friend Darlene, who opened up a whole world of possibilities that Megan had never thought about.

Darlene had invited Megan over to her house, when Darlene’s older brother, a 22 year old that was a foot taller and 80 pounds heavier than Megan came home late. Darlene scolded her brother, and showed her dominance by spanking him 20 times with a paddle. In the weeks prior to this, Darlene had overpowered her brother several different ways, wrestling him, lifting him, threatening to humiliate him in front of his friends. She had taken control of her brother, made him into her personal slave, using the power in her incredible gymnasts body to accomplish that.

Megan couldn’t believe it, she knew that Darlene was strong, as she had shown several times in the past by defeating older boys in arm-wrestling and submission-style wrestling contests, but never an adult so much bigger than her. But as strong as Darlene was, Megan was stronger, despite the fact she weighed less than Darlene, Megan could lift heavier weights, and she could overpower her friend as though her friend was nothing to her.

Megan had 4 older brothers, so she had to grow up tough and strong in order to get any attention and to avoid getting pushed around, and grow up strong she did. The first incredible instance of this happened when she was 7 years old, her next youngest sibling was 10 years old, her brother Steve, who at the time was 4’9 and 98 pounds, very strong and beefy for his age. He was brought up by his older brothers to be that way. Megan on the other hand looked to be 3’9 and 50 pounds, very short and light for her age. But Megan had been in gymnastics since she was three, so her body was very fit and strong already. One day, Steve came in the room while Megan was watching her favorite TV show, Steve took the remote control and changed the channel to his show, Megan knew that she had to fight to get the control back, so she stepped up to her older, heavier, more muscular brother and pushed him. What happened would have amazed anyone who had been watching, as Steve flew through the air and landed 5 feet away. At that point the thought it must have been a fluke, so he got up and pushed Megan back, the problem was, Megan wasn’t moved a millimeter. He put everything he had into it, but Megan didn’t move. Then he got frustrated and actually socked his little sister in the stomach.

Steve thought that was going to be the end to it, but to his amazement, his fist met something he didn’t count on, something much harder. Megan raised her shirt to show Steve an amazing 6 pack of abs. “Big brother, were you trying to punch my belly, I’m sorry, I didn’t even feel that. Here let me try.”

Steve knew what was coming, and he tensed himself as best he could, but Megan’s fist came barreling into his stomach so fast and so hard, that his feet were lifted from the ground and he hit the ground knees and hands first, coughing loudly. Megan took the control back and put her show back on, she sat on the floor and put her feet up on Steve’s back. “Don’t move, Stevie or you’ll get a worse beating, maybe I’ll beat you up in front of our older brothers, and see what a wimp you are compared to your 7 year old sister.” So Steve was the first to be dominated by his much smaller, though much stronger sister.

*******

Megan continued to get stronger, at 9 she was 4’4 and 70 pounds of ripped, taut muscle. Her abs were an 8 pack now, and were so defined that you could see each section. Her coaches marveled at her strength, agility, and stamina as she continually did things that gymnasts 3-4 years older than her could do with only great difficulty. It was that year also that she had another encounter with one of her older brothers, this one Pete, 14 years old, 5’5 160 pounds.

Now Pete was your classic bully, he picked on kids much smaller than him with regularity, and one of those kids happened to be one of Megan’s good friends, Stacy, a fellow gymnast, a year older than Megan. Stacy was 4’6 68 pounds, and was lean, but not quite as muscular as Megan. Pete followed Stacy and Megan behind the school gym, where he usually collected money from unsuspecting kids, he got up close to Stacy and bumped into her intentionally, Stacy grazed her arm on the brick building and she got a scratch from it. Megan stepped up to her brother and pushed him, the force of the push backed him up into the building and he rebounded right into Megan’s open arms. In a display that would have been incredible to see, the much smaller girl put a bear hug on her older brother, she lifted him off the ground, arching her back. The pain he felt was incredible, almost indescribable, he couldn’t believe that his 5 year younger sister was this strong! She held him in her arms easily and squeezed him like a boa constrictor.

“Please, Megan, let me go, you’re hurting me!”

“Only if you apologize to me and Stacy and promise to stop bullying kids from now on.”

“Oh come on! What does it matter to you if I bully someone or not.” Suddenly the hold got tighter, and his breathing became wretched. It hurt him to breath in and he could barely breath out. “Ok, okay. I apologize, I’m sorry I brushed against you Stacy, I’m sorry I hurt your friend Megan.”

“What else?”

“Owww! I promise that from this moment on, I will not bully anyone ever again.”

So Megan set him down, he sank to his knees as he struggled to gain a breath, Megan saw he was having trouble so she lifted him in a cradle carry, taking his body, which weighed 90 more pounds than she did like she was carrying a stuffed animal.

“Please, Megan, put me down, I can walk, I don’t want to be seen being carried by my little sister. But man, I’m super impressed by your strength, sis, could you show me more when we get home?”

“Like what, lift weights in the basement?”

“Yeah, if no one else is home, I’m not sure if Frankie or Jimmy will be down there or not. Frankie was Megan’s 18 year old brother and Jimmy her 16 year old brother. “If they are, I’m sure we can find other things to lift around the house.”

“Okay, and Pete, I hope we can keep my strength a secret, don’t go telling Frankie and Jimmy, ok?”

“And Steve, too, right?”

“Um, well, he already knows, I showed him a little strength when I was 7, that’s why he’s always acting polite to me, because he knows how strong I am already.”

“Cool, I always thought Stevie was strong for an 10 year old, back then, but if you kicked his butt at 7, you must have been really strong, and must be even stronger now. If no one sees us, could you walk home me on your back, like a piggyback ride?”

“Of course, big brother, I’d be happy to.”

So after saying goodbye to Stacy, Megan carried her big brother home, stopping and letting him down only when they saw someone they knew. His weight was far from making her try. He couldn’t believe the strength she showed, and asked her if she’s ever really tested it.

“No, I can’t say I had, I always guessed that I was stronger than other girls my age, but I never really got the chance to see by how much.”

They got home and opened the basement door, but they heard Frankie’s voice urging Jimmy to do more reps.

“Oh well, how about we go up to my room, Megan, you can show me your strength there.”

“But what will we use for weights?”

“What about me? I mean you lifted me so easily, perhaps I’m the perfect weight to put you through a couple exercises.”

“Oh, okay, I guess that would be alright, what do you want to do first?”

“How about squats, let’s see how strong your legs are.”

Megan’s legs were always very large for someone her age, her thighs were especially big. She nodded enthusiastically and picked Pete up in a fireman’s carry, then started squatting with his 160 pounds as her weight. She didn’t stop until she reached 50 reps, which amazed Pete, as he weighed about 90 pounds more than she did, but that was only the beginning of a day of surprises.

After that exercise, Megan stopped and said, “Hold on tight, I want to try something, I don’t know if I can do it, but I’ve always wanted to try it.”

With that, Megan put her one hand on Pete’s thigh and the other hand on the middle of his chest, Pete knew what she was trying to do, but he couldn’t believe it, despite seeing her other strength feats that day. Megan set herself, her feet shoulder width apart, and blasted her arms upward with all the power she could muster, slowly but surely Pete rose higher and higher until finally, the 9 year old Megan lifted her 14 year old brother above her head! It wasn’t easy by any means, Megan was shaking with the effort to keep Pete up, but this feat of strength was just totally off the chart, she only weighed 70 pounds, her brother weighed 160 pounds, well over twice her weight. Slowly she returned him to her shoulders and then to the ground again. Pete found it hard to stand, his knees rubbery at what his tiny little sister just accomplished.

“My goodness Megan! That was incredible! I’m not even sure I could do the same with you, and you weigh a whole lot less than I do!”

Well, the day ended up with Pete swearing not to tell their older brothers of Megan’s strength, and the matter was put to rest, except for the times when Pete wanted to see some of Megan’s incredible feats of strength, she was only too happy to show him in exchange for his silence on the matter.

******

The next such incident didn’t occur until 3 years later, when at 13 years old, her second oldest brother Jimmy finally found about his younger sister’s immense strength. At 4‘9, Megan weighed 92 pounds, and other than her numerous shows of strength in private to Pete, her striking physical power had gone unnoticed by her older brothers, until now. Jimmy was in the basement weight room by himself, Frankie was away, in college now, and Pete was by a friend’s house, so Jimmy was alone, working out. The 16 year old, who would be turning 19 in a few short weeks, was a physical specimen to behold, lifting weights since he was 12, Jimmy was now 6’3 and weighed 236 ripped, muscular pounds.

Unfortunately for him, he was benching a little too much weight without a spotter. He managed to get one good lift out of the 450 pounds before failing on the second attempt, and in the strain to get that weight to the top of the rack, he ended up straining his pectoral muscle, which made the weight impossible to lift, as he was as weak as a kitten. He screamed for help, and Megan was the only one around to help him. She sped down the stairs to see her brother pinned under 450 pounds, so without even thinking about it, she rushed to his side, put her hands on one side of the barbell and flung it off of him.

“Megan, I need help, we need to go to a hospital or something, I tore a muscle! Help me get to a phone.”

It took a couple seconds, because of the pain and relief from the huge weight on his chest, for what just happened to register. His own 13 year old little sister just shoved a weight that was almost 6 times what she herself weighed off his body like it was a pillow. Even with the leverage she had and him helping, it still shouldn’t have looked as easy as she made it look.

Megan began to run off to get the phone when she heard her brother shout for her, this time with a different tone of voice.

“Wait, Meg, how did you just do that? That weight was twice what I weigh, almost 5 times what you weigh, but you lifted it off me with seeming ease, how did you get so strong?”

“Jimmy, we don’t have time to worry about that, you need to get some help for your injury. Besides, it was probably just adrenaline, you know the stories of a mother lifting a car to save her child, and stuff like that, that’s just what it was, I was full of adrenaline.”

“Really? Well, I guess that makes sense, I don’t know if I can get upstairs on my own though, I feel to weak to walk, do you think you could, you know, carry me upstairs?”

Megan thought about it for a while, could this be some trick by Jimmy to get her to show her strength, or was it possible that Jimmy really was that weak, he was struggling under that heavy load for a long time, and his muscle tear could have shocked his body to numbness. She thought she could probably lift him, she was much stronger at 13 then she was at 9, when she carried Pete around like nothing, but the size difference was even greater here, she weighed 92 pounds, Jimmy weighed 236, that was a difference of 144 pounds, she doubted that she could do it.

“Well, I could try, Jimmy, but I don’t really know if I can, I’m not sure how strong I really am.”

So she walked up to the bench and turned around, which was perfect position for a piggy back ride. Jimmy tentatively got on, Megan adjusted his weight a little to where he was most stable, then started walking, it was hard going at first, but got easier as she went along. The burn of her legs started feeling good, and Jimmy’s weight wasn’t really as heavy as she figured it would be. She brought him up the stairs of the house and gently put him down on the couch. When she turned to face him, she was greeted with a look of incredulity on Jimmy’s face.

“Wow, that was incredible, sis, I never pegged you for being that strong, I know you’re a gymnast and you have to train hard, but I’m a football player and I lift weights, I didn’t think gymnasts could be this strong.”

“Well, I doubt I’m stronger than you, I mean I couldn’t possibly have benched that 450 pounds you had on the bar, and you’re big and muscular, I’m just tiny and well, I guess my body’s a little fit, but no where near your size or definition.”

With that she rolled up one of the sleeves on her loose sweatshirt and flexed her arm, which was not too big, but it did have a very defined peak to it, plus her forearms had slight striations and definite veins running over them. She lifted her sweatshirt bottom to reveal a six pack that anyone would be proud to have.

“Wow, sis! Your body is ripped for a thirteen year old! And as strong as it looks, it is probably a lot stronger, I mean I don’t think I felt you strain when you were carrying me up here, I think you probably could have taken me up to my room without a problem, that’s just awesome!”

Megan had always liked showing her strength off, especially to her friends, but hearing her brother talk like this, she actually wanted to show off more for him. So she decided to see if she could repeat the feat that she accomplished 3 years earlier, but with a much bigger weight. But of course she weighed more than she did then, and was probably a lot stronger.

“Jimmy, I’d like to try something, I hope you don’t mind, I did this to Pete a couple years ago, and I’m a lot stronger than I was then, so I figured I should be able to do it to you a lot easier than I did it to him. Can I?”

“Yes, of course you can try it, Megan, I’m all for you showing off your strength. What did you do with Petey?”

“Well, um, I pressed him over my head.”

“No way! I can’t believe you’re that strong! That kind of strength, on a 10 year old? I just can’t believe it!”

“Well, it happened, and I’m a lot stronger now, so I figure, why not try it on my much bigger brother, do you still want to?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Jimmy said in short order. “If you believe you can, let’s do it.”

Jimmy got off the couch, Megan went over to him and put him on her shoulders, she straightened out, put one hand on his chest, the other on his inner thigh. With not even a grunt of effort, Megan pressed her 225 pound, 16 year old brother over her head, in fact she felt no strain at all, she brought him back down to her head and pressed him up again, and again. Finally she stopped at 20 reps. She weighed 92 pounds, yet her brother’s 236 pounds was as nothing to her, and finally she realized that perhaps she was stronger than him.

“Jimmy, I want to try something else out, do you think you’re strong enough to put that 450 pounds on the bench rack?”

“You…you want to try that, even after I failed to do it? I can’t believe it! Then again, I guess I didn’t think you’d press me over your head, and you did it easily! I guess we’re going to have to see though.”

“Actually, bro, I don’t think that’s necessary, I’m feeling strong today.”

Megan picked Jimmy back up in a front carry and led him back downstairs to the gym. She set him down at the front of the bench, went up to the 450 pound barbell. Without so much of a grunt or a stretch, she dead lifted the weight up to her waist, then cleaned it to her chest, all before the wide, disbelieving eyes of her 19 year old brother, Jimmy. She walked over to the bench and put it down carefully, gently on the rack, as though she was handing fragile crystal rather than 450 pounds of iron and steel.

“My goodness, Megan! I don’t think there’s any question of you benching that weight, it looked like you could have held it all day if you wanted to!”

“Well, that wasn’t quite as easy as I made it look, but I guess we’ll see about the bench presses.”

She put a towel down for her back, stripped off her sweatshirt to reveal a tank top, her muscles in her arms and shoulders quite apparent, even at rest. She laid down on the bench and scooted her way up to the bar, but when she reached up, she found that she couldn’t really reach all the way up, her 13 year old arms were too short.

“Awww, shoot! Can you help me Jimmy? I can’t reach the bar to take it off the rests.”

Jimmy got behind the bar and tried to lift it, but in all the excitement of seeing how strong his little sister was, he forgot that he strained his pec, as soon as he tried, the pain was excruciating and he couldn’t pick the bar off the rests on the right side.

“Oh, darn, I forgot about your pec, I’m sorry dear brother, I guess I’ll have to do it this way.”

With that she stood up, took the bar off the rests, walked around back to the front, sat down on the bench and rolled back, until her back was straight on the bench. She did it as though she was performing a sit-up with no weights at all, not the 450 pound bar that she held up to her chest.

“Finally, now count the reps, Jimmy.”

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...9 and ¾…10!

Jimmy couldn’t believe it, his little sister, only 13 years old was benching his max like it was a normal set for her, 10 reps, she was stronger, there’s no doubt about it. Despite being 1 foot and 6 inches shorter, 144 pounds lighter, and 6 years younger, Megan proved to be stronger than Jimmy! Jimmy met this defeat with nothing but the greatest joy, it was incredible to witness such a small girl be so strong, yet so gentle, he knew she wouldn’t hurt a fly.

******

Of course, unknown to Frankie, Megan had become so strong that she had dominated and subjugated three of her older brothers, he was away at college at the time and had no idea she had become as strong as she had. Well, when Megan turned 16 years old, he finally found out, at 4’11, she weighed 106 pounds of pure muscle, she was mixing in heavy workouts with her gymnastics training, which bulked up her body some, especially her legs, which were huge for her size and age.

Jimmy had begun going to college this year, but before that time, he regularly helped Megan in her workouts, and was continually amazed at the incredible weights that his younger, much, much smaller sister was lifting. In fact, she was curling his max bench press, and she was benching more than he could deadlift! There’s no doubt that when Frankie came home, he would not be the strongest one in the house anymore, despite the fact he was 6’5 and weighed 285 pounds, renowned for his power on his college football team.

Megan actually didn’t care about showing up Frankie at first, she was content with him believing that he was still the strongest person in the house and in the family. She knew he had a big ego, and something as crushing as being overpowered by his sister who weighed 179 pounds less than he did would shatter it to no end. Unfortunately for Frankie, he had to come home and shoot off about Megan. About how her little muscles were no match for his huge, iron trained ones. He started out with a little teasing, showing his 22 inch arms in all their glory, talking about how they curled 250 pounds for reps the other day. Megan had to inwardly laugh, because she was curling twice that for many, many reps in the weight room. He bounced his pec muscles bragging about how his bench press of 765 pounds was unmatched by any of his teammates, even the biggest of the offensive linemen couldn’t come close. But, of course, Megan’s bench press was 950 pounds, which put Frankie’s in the dust.

Megan, of course, was willing to let this all go, she had known her oldest brother was a big bragger and a bully, and could be quite abrasive at times. She accepted it as Frankie being Frankie and let it go. That is, until Frankie said this:

“Yup, for my money, I’d say football players are the strongest, toughest athletes anywhere in the World!”

Megan couldn’t hold her tongue anymore.

“Oh really? So you’re saying that pound for pound, gymnasts can’t be as strong as football players?”

Frankie’s response was of course full of his usual bluster.

“Of course not, look, I can bench nearly three times my body weight, gymnasts are strong for their size, but you put them in a weight room, they wouldn’t know what to do, they only do those sit ups, push ups, and pull ups, what do they know of heavy lifting?”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is?”

“Yeah, no problem what do you have in mind?”

“Just a one on one contest, you against a gymnast in an arm wrestling match, if that gymnast wins, you have to admit they’re stronger, if you win, that gymnast has to admit that you’re the strongest. Oh, let’s make it a little juicier, I’ll put 20 bucks on the gymnast to win, wanna match it?”

“Hell yeah, I’ll match it, an easy 40 bucks!”

“Okay, why don’t you go down to the basement and put the arm wrestling table in the middle of the room, I’ll go call the gymnast.”

“Sure, no problem.”

So 10 minutes later, Megan came down the stairs by herself, wearing nothing but her leotard, which stretched tight over her mighty, ripped muscles.

“Where’s the male gymnast you promised to get?”

“Male gymnast? I never said I’d get a male gymnast to face you. The gymnast you’re facing is right here, it’s me!”

“No way, shrimp! You’re just 16 years old, I weigh 3 times what you do. I’m not gonna armwrestle my own sister!”

“Why not, scared you’re gonna lose?”

“Okay, you asked for it, I guess since I’ve been away so long, you’d think you’d use the weights down here and get strong, but ain’t no one stronger than ol Frankie. I’m sorry if I hurt you, sis, but I don’t play around when I arm wrestle, I’ve broken the arms of some of my best friends, don’t think I’m gonna go easy on my sibling.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

They locked up, sizing up the arms. Then Frankie produced a dictionary for Megan to put her arm on to counteract the differences in arm length.

“You call it, little sis.”

“Okay, on 3, 1...2...3 go!”

And they were off! Or not, it seems as though the arms weren’t moving at all, Frankie had strained his hardest, he was pulling, heaving, using all the arm wrestling tricks he had learned over many years of doing it, but his little sister’s arm just wouldn’t move. He looked up to see something absolutely shocking, Megan’s smiling face, blowing on the nails of her other hand!

“Oh, I’m sorry, you started already, I hardly noticed it, big brother.” Putting special emphasis on the word big.

“No, this can’t be happening, this has to be some sort of a trick, no way you’re that much stronger than me!”

“Nope, no trick, just pure gymnast muscle and strength, dear brother. I have been working out in this basement, for the last two years. The first time I lifted a weight, it was a 450 pounds bench press, and I’ve been getting stronger and stronger every day since then.”

“No! That’s not possible, I didn’t bench 450 for the first time until I was 16! You’re saying you did it at 13!”

“Yup, I’m sorry to say, I’ve probably been stronger than you for a while, I benched 765 for reps since two weeks after my 15th birthday. You’re nothing to my strength now, you should have really left well enough alone. But you had to brag, and now see where you are, losing a test of strength against a girl that weighs 180 pounds less than you, how does it feel, knowing I’m so much stronger than you that I can hold your arm immobile without hardly even trying? I bet it’s much like how your friends felt when they lost to you so easy. I don’t think it’s very nice to feel so weak, is it?”

“I’m not weak! You’re just so strong! I can’t believe it, but I have to, you’re beating me with ease!”

With that, Megan slowly, painfully slowly drove her brother’s arm into the table, letting him soak in the fact that she could have easily slammed his hand to the table and broke his arm like he broke some of his friends’ arms, but she decided this would be far more humiliating.

So from that point on, Megan flaunted her strength over her brothers. She didn’t dominate them, though, as she was a good natured girl at heart.

The End…