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The Females in Kevin's Life by MBP
One of my favorites by a great author - enjoy!!
The Females in Kevin's Life by MBP A teenage boy matches strength with his favorite females. Kevin lay in a hammock staring at a sexy, bare foot. Lydia, his new girlfriend lay with him, one shapely leg draped over the side of the hammock. The twosome were enjoying a quiet, lazy afternoon of beautiful weather, alone at Kevin's house. Or so he thought. As he leaned over to kiss the 15-year-old, Kevin noticed his little sister Amanda exit the house. She moved to where the teenagers were swinging. "Hey, big bro," the 10-year-old said. "Who is your friend'" Blood flowed out of Kevin's brain as he stiffened. At a loss for words for a few seconds, he finally stammered, "This is Lydia." "Hi, Lydia," said the girl. "I'm Amanda. You going out with my brother'" "Yes. He kept asking until I roped him in. He's handsome, don't you think'" "Yeah, I guess. But he's not very strong." Kevin squirmed in the background. His worst fears were being realized. "What do you mean'" asked Lydia. Amanda answered, shocking the older girl. "I can beat him at arm-wrestling." Lydia looked at the girl, disbelieving. Then she looked at Kevin. "Is this true'" What was the boy to say' That his cute little sister was stronger than him' He was only going out with Lydia for 10 days. She would surely dump him. So, he lied. "No. I just let her win." It was a mistake as soon as it came out, and he knew it. Amanda got crazy. "Let me win, you big liar! I can beat you anywhere, anytime, and you know it." "Calm down, Amanda," Lydia said. She looked sharply at her boyfriend. "Can you beat her or not'" Kevin went mute. "Arm-wrestle her right now, or we're through." Kevin nodded and ambled listlessly over to the patio table near the house. Amanda followed eagerly, taking a seat across from her 16-year-old brother. She got up quickly and went into the house, coming out with a hard cover book. Amanda regained her seat and placed the book under her right elbow. She needed the extra height to match his arm. Kevin sat down quietly, putting his arm up, looking into his sister's sparkling, gray eyes. He had one small chance. Two actually. He could win. This was a very small chance. The better one was that Amanda would take pity on him and lose on purpose. She was his sister. She supposedly loved him. It wouldn't be asking too much for the girl to help him out. But, in his heart, Kevin didn't think she would. The siblings clasped hands and Lydia started the match. Kevin had nearly a foot on the slender 10-year-old and perhaps 70 pounds. He was six years older; a Junior in high school while Amanda was in the fifth grade. Kevin had a slight edge, fighting desperately. He put Lydia out of his mind and focused on concentrating all of his strength into his right arm. The boy improved on his edge, the best he'd ever done against his sister. Then he made the mistake of looking up. His sister wore a Mona Lisa smile; Kevin knew what it meant. He poured all of his strength into one massive move but the girl held firm. Amanda then pressed against the teen's arm and inexorably moved it towards the table. Kevin sneaked a quick glance at Lydia who looked horrified, amazed and amused at the same time, watching her boyfriend being beaten by a slip of a girl. Bang! Kevin's hand hit. Amanda laughed delightedly, released her brother, and got up, flashing a cute smile at the older girl. As she walked away, Kevin slumped to the table. Lydia saw this and handled him gently. She assisted his arising from the table and led the boy over to the hammock, into which she rolled him. Lydia climbed in to join him. She held him gently, tenderly, neither saying a word. Finally, the boy relaxed and fell asleep. Lydia closed her eyes, and joined him in neverland. Several hours later, Kevin awoke to find Lydia looking at him. "Hi, sleepyhead," said the girl. "Are you feeling better'" Kevin did feel better, and the fact that Lydia had stayed was a pretty good sign. "Yeah, I'm OK." "That's good. I mean, it must be really hard for you to be weaker than your little sister." "Don't remind me," said Kevin, not completely sure where Lydia was heading. "Sorry. Still, she can't be more than 10 or 11 right' And she's pretty skinny. I'm just curious how a big, muscular guy like yourself can't handle a young girl." "I don't know," said the boy, quietly and meekly. "It just happens." "Well, I guess if she's stronger than you, I must be too. I'm not as big as you, but I'm quite a bit larger than your sister. It would be easier for me to beat you." "Not necessarily," said Kevin, now understanding. "I think Amanda is a lot stronger than the average girl. You're probably not stronger than me." Lydia encircled her boyfriend's body with her arms and captured a wrist in each hand. 'Try to free yourself," she challenged. And he did try. He pulled at the arms of the sexy girl, attempting to break away. He twisted his wrists. Lydia held firm. She pulled his arms across one another then pulled Kevin tight to her body. The hold was familiar; the sensation of closeness far from unpleasant. But he could not free himself. Lydia lightly wrapped her lovely legs around the teen. Seeing them excited him but put Kevin no closer to freedom. Directly in front he could see the girl's manicured hands and slim, hairless, smooth arms. Kevin thought he certainly looked the stronger of the two with his thicker and well-muscled arms. But the 5'3', 110 pound girl easily overpowered the boy, keeping him wrapped up, unable to move, for almost an hour. Eventually, Kevin relaxed and even partially enjoyed their proximity. Finally releasing Kevin, Lydia kissed him strongly. She exited the hammock and, laughing, pulled the boy out with her. Kevin tumbled to the ground. "I'll see you later, sweetie," Lydia giggled as she picked up her shoes and walked out of the yard. Later that evening, a fairly large group of teens, Kevin and Lydia among them, picnicked in the park. Some of the group rowed in canoes or paddled in paddle boats on the nearby stream. The rest shared blankets and beach chairs, talking, laughing and playing. "Excuse me a second, Kevin," Lydia said as she stood up. She went over to join a few of her girlfriends. Lydia spoke in a whispered voice to the girls, who listened intently. They kept looking over at Kevin and it finally dawned on him about what they were chatting. He couldn't believe Lydia would embarrass him like that, but he was pretty sure she was. A few minutes later Lydia returned to sit with Kevin. He glanced over and saw the girls were waiting for something. Before he could get up and leave his spot, Lydia grabbed his wrists and commenced dragging him from their beach chair to a nearby blanket. Kevin fought, of course, but the pretty girl was stronger. She easily succeeded in pinning him to the blanket, controlling the boy with her arms. Lydia wasn't sitting on him in a normal pin position. She simply kept Kevin in place by lying behind him, holding his arms at his side. To uninformed observers, it looked as if the two lovebirds were lying with each other. The interested girls, however, were giggling and pointing, as they watched their friend easily overpower the handsome, strong-looking young man. Lydia held Kevin from several minutes until, with a sexy, superior glance, she let him go. Kevin waited for the girl's attention to be elsewhere, then slowly and invisibly left the park. Kevin trudged into his house, wrapped in abject misery. He sat dejectedly at the kitchen table, thinking about his day. What was going on' He wasn't a weakling. How were these girls overpowering him' He had gotten used to his sister winning, but he thought it was a fluke; something out of the ordinary. But now Lydia, the object of his desire, had also manhandled him. Kevin was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear somebody sit next to him. "Oh, hi Grandma," he said after the older woman had nudged him several times. "I didn't see you come in." "You look troubled, Kevin," Grandma Parker said. "What's wrong'" "I really don't want to talk about it, but I need to talk to someone." Kevin explained him day, mentioning his long-term losses to his sister, and the delight both girls took in humiliating him in front of others. "I don't understand why they get their kicks that way," he concluded. "And I still don't get that they're stronger than me. It makes no sense." "I know how you must feel," his Grandma said, sympathetically. "In my day, even if girls were stronger, they would hide it. Now get the chocolate syrup out and let's have some ice cream." "OK, Grandma," Kevin said as he removed the items from the refrigerator. He grabbed a couple of bowls and scooped a portion for each of them. The chocolate syrup was harder as the lid was stuck. He started to get up to run it under hot water; that always worked. "Don't bother," said his Grandma as she took the syrup bottle in her hand. She gave it one hard twist, and the lid came off. Kevin stared hard at the lid for several minutes. Finally, he said, "I must have loosened it without realizing it." Grandma Parker smiled. "You know that's not true, Kevin. Let's leave it at that, OK' I know you've had a tough day." Kevin wanted to "leave it" but he couldn't. His Grandma was nearly 65 and not much bigger than his sister, although she looked pretty good for a Senior Citizen. He put up his arm and said, "I just can't. I can't. C'mon, let's see what happens." Without a word, his Grandma took his hand in a grip of surprising strength. The boy started the match, and they arm-wrestled evenly for a little while. Kevin looked at his Grandma who seemed lost in thought. She was, trying to decide whether to let him win or not. Finally, Grandma Parker made a decision and banged her grandson's hand to the table. She lifted both hands back to a starting position, and, after a giving Kevin a moment to collect himself banged his arm immediately again. "I'm sorry, Kevin," Grandma Parker said. "It wouldn't be fair to let you win. I know you understand now. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else." With that, the older woman left the room. Kevin sat catatonic until almost morning. |
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