"Wanna fight?"

"What? No I'm not going to fight my little sister!" Josh exclaimed.

"Well here's the situation: There's a development in your pants that I'd really like to get a better look at, so you're either going to fight me off or I'm going to get your pants down. So if you don't want to fight, drop them!" There was an odd power in her voice as she said this to him.

Josh didn't really want to fight his sister, not only was it his little sister but she was also much bigger and stronger than he was now. Her torso was showing off incredibly with large, defined, blocky arms connected at round shoulders that flanked a bulging chest with wondrous double D cups breasts that flowed into a shredded six, maybe eight pack with obliques like angel wings. Her waistline was incredibly defined with an amazing Adonis belt that dipped into the waistline of her soon to give in jeans. Her legs bulged everywhere, the definition and shape could be seen even through the tough material of the jeans that had ridden up past her ankles where the hems were beginning to tear.

"So, what's it going to be, little bro?" She kicked off her shoes as she said this revealing still intact cute pink socks.