My sister’s workout

My name is Brian. Eighteen years old, I’m a rather tall, almost six foot, and short, dark brown hair that comes down to my ears and dark brown eyes. Cycling and running has kept me in a pretty good shape. I’m not good at school works, I don’t know why, but I never took it seriously. I always hang with my group of friends who doesn’t give a fuck about school, just like me. I’m the loser of my family, I have only one younger sister, and I knew she is doing pretty well comparing to myself.

My sister, three years younger than me is completely different than me, compare to me she is rather small, young girl, about four foot and half, dark hair that comes down to her shoulders and dark eyes. She is not into sports or any kind of physical activity but really good with nerd stuff. Because of that she is little bit chubby. It doesn’t make her unattractive, she is pretty in her own way. She is bit of shy but very friendly once get to know someone. Only problem is her whining about everything that bothers her. It really makes me angry sometimes.

We are not very close to each other. She has her group of friends, like her nerd self and I hang out with my friends. She is good at school works rather than me and my troublemaking friends. I barely keep up my studies as most of my friends. As you can see I’m the loser of my family and she is the rising golden star. That didn’t make us close to each other. It didn’t means we fight always, but there is always a wall between us. She is on her nerd mode and I’m being the trouble making douchebag.
As I told you before I like running and cycling. It’s the only thing that keeps me in shape. Every day in the morning I run around our neighborhood park, after that I ride my bicycle to school. It’s my morning routine. I maybe a lazy asshole but I always wake up early in the morning to start my schedule.

One day, right after I came home from school while I was also getting ready to go out with my friends, I heard a knock on my room door. Who the fuck is knocking? I knew my mother never knocked, they don’t give a shit about my privacy. It’s also my fault too. Once I got caught smoking a joint in my room. Since then they invade my room whenever they want. I knew this was my sister, she is the only one that knock, but I was getting ready to go out, so I ignored her.” Fuck off sis “I murmured to myself. But she didn’t give up.
“Bro, you in there? Come on, I need to a talk before you disappear”.
I knew she wants something. I couldn’t remember the last time she called me bro. I heard more knocking. This little brat is going to brake my door.
I quickly put on some clothes and opened the door. “What the hell? Are you trying to break my door? You didn’t give me five dollars yesterday”. I said looking down at her. I could see that she just came home. Wearing her baggie nerd clothes with some books on her hand. I always borrowed money from my sister. She is like my bank that I never pay back. She knew our parents don’t give me enough money because of things I get caught up with. If I bothered her enough I could get some money.

“I had given you more than anyone. You never pay back asshole”.
I never thought she would explode like that. That’s the first time I ever heard her use ‘asshole’. But now I can see her eyes were red, looks like she was crying.
“Hey, calm down Jules. I was just kidding. If mom heard you shouting than she will crawl up in my ass”.
That made her slightly smile. “Come in, don’t shout, okay?” I took her in. She sat on my table silently. I only got one chair in my room, my bed wasn’t in a good position to sit with all my stuff from school on it.
“Okay, tell me, what do you want from me? Don’t tell you want a joint”. I joked. I know how to cheer her up when I want to.
“I want your bike”. She told me quietly while looking down.
“What the fuck” came out of my mouth. I knew if she told our father she want my bike, I can say my precious bike goodbye. I just lost control. I saw her eyes become tearful again. If she cried in my room than it’s a complete clusterfuck.
“Ok ok don’t cry here Jules. I’m sorry I lost my temper”. She is still looking down. “Tell me why do you want my bike? Girls don’t ride bikes”.
“Today Britney embarrassed me in front of our whole class, she told me I will look like a farm cow in two years”. She said leaking teardrops from her eyes. I actually felt sorry for her. She is little bit chubby but I don’t think she is out of shape. I knew she get bullied sometime, I stopped some boys a while back, but how can I stop girls? I sat beside her and put my arm on her shoulder.
“Don’t cry… You are not that bad… but cycling won’t put you in shape Jules”. I comforted her. I don’t want to give her my bike. I don’t even give it to my friends. I know I’m a selfish person. “Bu… But I want to lose my weight Liz told me cycling will help”. Liz that is her best friend.
“Then come run with me in the morning. Running can help you to lose your fat ass”. I joked while shuffling her hair. “I can’t run. Running hurt my legs. I won’t even run a hundred meters with you”. She told me with tears leaking from her eyes.
“That’s okay, I will help you if you can’t keep up”. She seemed thinking about it. “Let’s start tomorrow ok? I will wake you up about at six”.
I needed finish this fast to hang out with my friends. She gave a little nod and start walking toward her room. This is fucked up, I don’t want to babysit my sister while I’m running. Hopefully she will forget it tomorrow.
I went out of my house with those thoughts on my head to start my usual schedule. After spending some time with my friends at Jimmy’s place, I came home about nine o clock.

I went through the fridge trying to find something to eat. “Is that you Brian?” I heard my mom’s voice from upstairs. “Who else?” I shouted back.
“Hey I got some pizza for you”. I heard my sister shouting from living room.
“Fuck me… she didn’t forget about running” I thought.

She was laying on couch watching TV in living room with a pizza tray on her lap. I took tray from her while pushing her legs away to make room for me on the couch beside her. She is wearing her nightgown. It’s little big for her, it came pass her knees. I was unaware that I was checking her out. Maybe it’s because of our earlier talk, I got interested on her body. She has nice boobs that’s the first thing I noticed. I can see her bra straps on her nightie. She is little bit chubby but with her cute face she is not that bad looking. Just now I actually started to see her as a girl. Nice handful boobs, cute face, pouty lips. I was in those thoughts when my sister put her legs on my lap.
“What are you looking at?”
“Huh?” I replied like I wasn’t checking her out.
“You were looking at me like I’m some kind of freak”. She replied.
“I was looking at you because of our earlier talk”. I admitted.
“So what do you think?” she asked.
“I don’t know Julie I like the way you are. My little chubby sister” I pinched her cheek. “Ahh… Don’t call me that. I wanna lose my weight” she told me while hitting me with her legs. Actually it felt good to spend some time with her after a long time. I rubbed her legs a little bit and I saw she was going to fall asleep on the couch. I watched TV while longer and got up to hit the bed while waking my sister. She dragged herself to her bedroom half asleep.

Alarm or not I always woke up around 5.45 am. I quickly went to bathroom and got ready for my morning schedule. I heard that my sister was awake too. I went to her door and knocked. “WAIT! Don’t leave, I will be out in a minute”. She shouted.
“Hurry up” I shouted and went outside. After about five minutes, my sister came wearing a lose skirt that comes to her knees and a tight white top, her hair in her usual ponytail. I can see her bra outline and it’s not a sport bra. I knew she didn’t have any gym clothes.
“You are going to run around the neighborhood in those clothes?” I asked.
“What? What’s wrong with them?” She asked innocently.
“No no nothing.