Sharon looked at him quizzically. "Hey, what did you just do?"
Brian wasn't really sure he wanted to tell her, but he quickly realized he had no real choice. "Um, I, err, just made you smarter."
"You made me smarter?! I thought you were kidding! How could you do that?"
"You're not mad, are you?"
"Mad? Why should I be mad? I'm just curious, you know." She looked over her homework. "This seems really easy to me now." She laughed. "And the math you helped me with before? You made a mistake. See? Here, we were supposed to use the square root, not the square." She erased it and quickly redid the problem. "but I really appreciate the help, Brian. And making me smarter." Smarter than you, she continued, obviously, but only saying it to herself.
"That's good. I guess you won't need my help so much anymore."
"Oh, I'm sure that's not true! You're still my big brother! You still know lots more than me, and I still need you to, you know, protect me, right."
"Yeah," Brian agreed readily. He wasn't sure he wanted Sharon to be that independent of him.
"Of course, you aren't always around," she went on. And sometimes, when a girl is out with her friends, things happen. And some guys are so strong, even stronger than you. Like Jake Barnes."
Mentioning Jake's name always made Brian angry. Jake lived a few houses away and had bullied Brian since they were both in second grade, and now that they were both 18, Jake was 6'5" and fifty pounds heavier than Brian, most of it muscle. Lately he had taken to teasing Sharon too, and they both wondered exactly what he was capable of doing.
Sharon could see the effect she was having on her brother. Was he always so easy to manipulate? But she wasn't doing anything bad. She just wanted to know what had given him the power to make her smarter, but she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't tell her directly, not yet at least.
"Yeah, he is such an asshole."
"And no one seems to want to so anything about it. They're all afraid of him and his father, just because he's such a big shot. I wish there were something we could do. I mean, if you could make me smarter, couldn't you make him smaller, or weaker?"
Brian quickly shook his head. "No, I can't do anything like that. I could only make ...." He stopped suddenly. "Um, no, nothing.
Sharon looked up at her big brother and put her small hand on his shoulder. "What, Brian? What were you going to say?"
"I , errr, I can only, umm, do, umm, do things, you know, enhance, girls, or women. You have to PROMISE you won't tell anyone. Not our parents, or your friends. Not even your friend, Jess! Or Song Yi.
Sharon smiled and patted Brian's back. "Of course I wouldn't tell anyone. This is OUR secret!" she said fervently. "But are you telling me you can do more than just make me smarter?"
Brian nodded. "Uh huh. Some goddess named Myridia gave me this power when I was dreaming last night. I can enhance any girl in any way I see fit."
"Well, that settles it! Just enhance me a tiny bit more so I can take care of myself if I get into trouble, like with Jake. And I can help you too, if you need it."
"But I wouldn't need my sister to defend me!" Brian said quickly.
"No, of course not!" she replied just as quickly, tugging his shoulder and looking up to him. "It's just for my protection. You're a guy, and you don't need that kind of help. But girls are much more vulnerable, and helpless, and you can help me by changing that."
"That's right." he affirmed. With that settled, he waved his hand and touched his sister's head, without thinking about it too carefully. In the back of his mind he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but he didn't trust Jake for one second, and the idea of him doing something to Sharon, something he couldn't prevent, made him flush with anger and helplessness.
Immediately, Sharon felt a wave of power sweep through her. Her muscles started growing, and growing, and she started getting taller too. She had never been much of an athlete, below average even for a girl, and her arms had always been soft, even when she tried, half-jokingly, to flex them. But now distinct muscles were forming along her arm, biceps that were becoming larger and larger, balls of muscle that were becoming as large as Brian's, and then, as he watched in amazement, larger. But they weren't just large. They were also becoming harder and denser, not just in her arms, but all over her body. Her abs were becoming tight and defined, replacing the soft, feminine fat she had always wished she could do away with, and her legs were becoming shapely and strong. Shapely, strong, and much longer, too, as she neared Brian in height and then passed him.
"Brian, what did you ... how big and strong are you making me?" she asked as her head pushed higher and higher above his, so that she was nearly four inches taller than he.
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