WHAT were you DOING to me?” she replied. She frowned at him slightly. He looked strange, almost too real, like one of those Dali paintings, and had a deep pink aura around him. She had a pale pink one. She looked around the room. That freakishly large girl beating up Jake -- Brian’s sister Sharon! -- she had the pink aura too. Jake had one as well, but it was shitty brown.
“Nothing ... I mean ... I ....
“Don't lie to me. I can tell you’re lying.” It really was completely obvious. She could see the temperature rise in his face, the blood collecting under his skin and his lip quiver. She could even hear his heartbeat quicken. It was weird and it was scary too.
“I, uh, enhanced you, so you’d recover from when you fell and hit your head. I thought you were badly hurt so I ....
“What do you mean, ENHANCED me? What’s that?” She looked over at Sharon lifting Jake off the floor with one arm. Where did she get that kind of strength?! She pointed at Sharon. “Did you, um, ’enhance’ your sister too?” She gave Brian a tight smile. “What's
giving your baby sister muscles all about, Brian? Huh?”
“Look, it’s complicated, ok?” he said, not wanting to explain it to her. “All I know is I had a dream about some goddess called Myridia, and now I seem to have this ’enhancement’ power, ok? And as for Sharon and her muscles, It wasn't part of a plan or anything. One thing just led to another.”
Claire shook her head. “Oh, sure Brian, if that's what you think. What I think, though is you are definitely even more of a loser than I thought you were!”
“I'm telling you it’s the truth, Claire. I wouldn't make something like this up.”
Meanwhile, Jake had in fact been faking the injury to his shoulder before. As Sharon leaned in to help he had tried to sneak a punch, but it only bounced off Sharon’s powerful abs. Now Claire was watching with interest as Sharon effortlessly lifted Jake off the ground by his throat and held him against the wall. “Oh I’m sure it was completely random on your part. I mean, if some goddess gave me power, I’d use it on myself. But not Brian! You like the idea of your sister dominating you. Hmmm?”
“No! That’s not it at all. I enhanced her, and you, but I can't enhance myself. I can only do it to girls. That’s all it is, ok?” he says, wanting to justify himself. Her reaction wasn't at all what he expected.
“What do you mean, you enhanced me? Whatever you think you did, I don't look at all like Sharon -- not that I’d ever want to have those muscles! Ugghh! They look so gross on girls!”
“Well, I didn't give you muscles!” Brian retorted.
“Duh! So, whatever DID you DO?” she said, her hands on her hips.
Brian closed his eyes. Sharon was holding Jake still. Both were listening to Brian and Claire squabble.
“I told you! I made you recuperate really fast from any kind of harm. And I was worried you had some kind of brain damage -- you weren't responding, so I enhanced your senses too.”
“My senses?! What does that mean? Anyway, whatever you did, or think you did, you did really badly. I see all sorts of auras and glowey things, the colors are all wrong -- there are took many of them and --
“Maybe your brain isn't processing it right. I can fix that too!”
“Brian! Stop ....” Sharon warned.
“Don't you dare ....” Claire said loudly.
“If you do anything to my girl ....” Jake started, before Sharon tightened her grip on his throat.
“There!” Brian said, satisfied.
Claire blinked. “Huh! That’s ... interesting.” She looked down at her body, then around the room and then lingering on Sharon and finally, Jake, giving Brian only a cursory glance. “Yeah, well ... enhanced senses, you say.” She looked puzzled. “You know, there are some very interesting things going on in my body. I can see them.” She took a look at Brian and then walked over toward Jake and Sharon.
“If he did anything to you ....” Jake said threateningly.
“Oh, be quiet,” she said firmly. “And you, Sharon, put him down. Now.”
“Don't tell ME what to do!” she retorted, flexing her powerful muscles larger.
Claire made a face. “Right, then. Well, big muscles aren't everything.” She jabbed Sharon at a point beneath the arm holding Jake. Sharon cried out in pain, her grip loosened and she dropped him, while her arm fell limp to her side. “Your pressure points are, like, painted on your skin, Sharon,” she laughed.
Sharon lifted her other arm, but Claire said, “Want me to do the other one? I don't know how long it’ll knock your arms out of action, but you don't really want to find out, do you?” Sharon backed away.
“That was smart, muscle-girl. Come on, Jake. Let’s get out of here. I need to think, ok?”
Jake made a move toward Sharon, who shrunk back, protecting her limp, twitching arm. “Come ON, Jake!”
“Hey! Don't you start telling me what to do, Claire. She deserves to ....”
“Oh come on. I knock out one of her arms, and now that she can’t defend herself you're going to get her back? What a man! Don't be a jerk. I don't really want to hurt you, but I can see all the pressure points on your body too. I think we should just go now. Okay?” she folded her arm around his and pulled him toward the door. He didn't move and smirked at her. “Oh, I get it. You’re bigger than me, so you’re think you’re the boss?”
“You got it, babe.” He flexed his huge biceps. “If you can grow a couple of these along with those fine tits then you can be the boss.”
Claire looked at his biceps and then down at her smaller and softer arm, then over at Sharon and finally at Brian, studying him and his aura and then back at her own arm and nodded pensively.
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