Wonder Girl

The mysterious female intruder has defeated you on your home turf, in your apartment, in the dark. She's out-smarted you, out-maneuvered you and overpowered you. And now, face-down with your wrists tied behind your back, you can't see or move! The bitch flips on the light... and you're shocked!

It's your own kid sister! Wonder Girl! Drusilla!

"D- Dru??"

"Ta-da!"

You feel your face reddening -- partly from pain, partly from anger. "You... How... How could you?!"

"Pretty easily, as it turns out."

Now you're really angry. "Why you... you...."

"Yes?"

You try to disentangle your wrists from, well, your very own golden lasso, but you can't. You start to scoot yourself up to at least get on your knees, but the way she has you tied, it only causes searing pain. After just beginning to move one leg, you collapse with a belly flop onto the floor. You emit a loud "Oooff," and she giggles. After catching your breath, you yell, "Untie me at once, you little brat!"

"Now, is that how Mother taught you to ask?"

You close your eyes and clench your teeth as you exhale. "Drusilla, will you please untie me?"

"Oh! Sure...."

The cocky kid nearly jumps on top of you, straddling you as she bends down and unties the lasso. "Okay, Sis," she teases, patting one of your half-exposed buttocks, "let's get that fat butt up off the floor!" You pay no attention to the insult. You're too focused on trying to get movement back in your arms. You slowly get up on your knees, hugging your arms together trying to soothe the pain and work the stiffness out.

As you slowly bring yourself up to a standing position, you start scolding your little sister. "You- you- you...."

You turn to face her, and you catch yourself.

"You... you've... grown!"

It's true. Your 'little sister' is now an impressive looking young Amazon. She's now the same height as you, but with a great athletic physique.

"Well duh, Sis, you've been away from Paradise Island for a couple years now. I've grown up!"

Your eyes take in her figure. "You certainly have...." That cleavage you almost smothered in during the fight -- you can see it half-exposed now. Her breasts are not quite as big as yours, but, unlike your milky-white boobies, hers are nice and high and firm. And that slim waist.... You self-consciously place a hand over your tummy bulge.

All of a sudden, you feel kind of old and fat.