Marks Younger Powerlifting Cousin

Emily adjusted her stance, her muscular thighs flexing beneath her shorts as she eyed her 4 year older, taller cousin Mark. Her arms were muscular and toned but not too bulky. She didn't look like your typical powerlifter, with muscles hidden under layers of fat. Instead she had a "slimmer" build where her big muscles were more visible. At just 19, her strong physique was a product of hours in the gym, specifically sculpted through weightlifting. She was one of the best powerlifters in the state for a reason.

Mark, on the other hand, stood across from her, his lean frame lacking any real muscle definition. He'd never been to a gym, with his life focusing mostly on computer games and reading books. He looked down at his 5 inches shorter cousin and was starting to second guess his decision to challenge her. Just a minute ago, he'd told her that though she looks strong, she's probably not as strong as she thinks she is. Seeing her irritated look, he teased his cousin further by stating the she probably wasn't even that much stronger than him.

"Alright", she had exclaimed with annoyance on her face. "I'll prove it to you!" she had said and walked up to him. Her living room was big, but the distance between them seemed a little too short for his liking.

"Are you sure about this?" Mark asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He started to realize that challenging someone like Emily, who clearly thrived on physical prowess, might've been a bad idea.

Emily tilted her head, a grin on her lips. "Come on, Mark, where's your confidence? It's just a friendly lift. Unless you're scared?"

He swallowed, trying not to appear too intimidated. "Fine, let's do it."

She approached him, rolling her shoulders back as her muscles shifted beneath her skin. Without a moment's hesitation, she crouched down slightly, her thighs -- 24 inches of solid power -- engaging as she wrapped one arm around his back and the other behind his knees. With a firm grip she lifted him with such ease that it took him a moment to realize he was already in the air, caught in a cradle carry.

"Whoa!" Mark's eyes widened as he found himself hoisted effortlessly, his feet no longer touching the ground. His 5'11, 145 lbs frame, though slim, felt like nothing in her arms.

Emily smirked. "I told you, didn't I? You might be taller, but strength isn't about height."

She shifted him slightly, holding him up as if weighing nothing more than a gym bag. The control she had over him was undeniable. He wasn't light, but compared to the weights she lifted daily, he might as well have been.

"How are you even this strong?" he muttered, half in disbelief, half in awe.

"Years of practice," she replied casually, her voice steady, her breath controlled. "And these --" she nodded to her thighs, flexing them slightly beneath his weight, "are my secret weapons."

Mark's face flushed with embarrassment as she started walking around with him, her steps sure and steady. He was helpless in her grasp, and despite the playful smile on her face, he could feel the power shift happening between them.

"You alright down there?" Emily teased, glancing down at him.

"Y-yeah," he stammered. His cheeks were burning, and not just from the physical awkwardness. There was something about being in her arms, knowing how much stronger she was, that left him a little flustered.

After a few moments, she gently lowered him back to the ground, her arms loosening as she set him down with care. Mark stumbled slightly, still trying to process what had just happened. But Emily just smiled, her hand patting his chest lightly. "You should come to the gym with me sometime," she said. "Maybe then you'll stand a chance."

Mark barely had a chance to catch his breath after Emily set him down, his heart still racing from the shock of being so effortlessly lifted. But before he could fully recover, Emily's eyes glinted with mischief.

"Actually," she said, stepping closer, "I'm not done showing off just yet."

Before Mark could protest, she bent down, slipping one arm between his legs and the other around his neck. In one fluid motion, she hoisted him up onto her shoulders in a perfect fireman's carry. He gasped, feeling himself shift as she adjusted his weight easily.

"Wha.....Emily!" he stammered, feeling his insides swell with both surprise and embarrassment. His lean body hung across her shoulders as if he weighed nothing at all. The younger girl chuckled; her tone casual, almost teasing. "Relax, Mark. I do this kind of thing all the time -except usually with heavier weights."

With him now balanced securely on her shoulders, Emily began to walk around the room, her stride steady and purposeful. Every step made Mark acutely aware of just how strong she was. He was supposed to be the taller and older one, but in this moment, size and age meant nothing. She was completely in control!

"You're feel lighter than some of the barbells I lift," she teased, glancing up at him to see his reaction. "I expected more of a challenge, honestly."

Mark's cheeks flushed red as her words sank in. His stomach fluttered with embarrassment. She was dominating him completely with her strength and the ease with which she was doing it only made him feel smaller.

Without warning, Emily stopped in the middle of the room and bent her knees, lowering herself into a squat. She paused for a second before smoothly pushing back up, the muscles in her thighs bulging with raw power. Mark, hanging helplessly across her shoulders, felt her shoulder muscles move around against his body as she performed the movement with absolute control.

"See?" she said, her voice steady as she squatted again, this time going even deeper. "I told you my legs are very strong."

She repeated the motion, going up and down with him as if she were lifting nothing more than a warm-up weight. Mark could feel the power in her thighs as they flexed beneath him, her 24-inch quads carrying his weight with ease. She made no sound of strain, no sign of effort, just a casual display of dominance as she continued her deep squats.

"I could do this all day," she mused, halfway through yet another squat. "But I don't want to embarrass you too much."

Mark squirmed slightly, his mind filled with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. He was helpless, completely at her mercy, while she was so easily squatting him. As he looked down, he got a good look at her strong butt as it exploded with power every time she was deep in a squat. The roundness and firmness of it seemed like beautiful art.

After 6 or 7 reps, Emily finally stopped and stood tall. "You okay up there?" she asked teasingly while patting his legs lightly. "Do you still believe that I'm not that much stronger than you? Or is it sinking in just how much weaker than your younger, shorter little cousin you are?"

Mark swallowed hard, unable to hide the slight intimidation creeping in. "I... I.... I..." he stuttered, not able to properly answer her question. Emily grinned at his reaction while walking him back toward the starting point.

"Emily," Mark mumbled, his voice tinged with embarrassment as she was walking with him draped over her shoulders. His stomach tightened with every step, the steady rhythm of her stride reminding him just how easily she had dominated him with her strength. "Can you... can you let me down now?"

Emily didn't slow down. In fact, her grin only widened as she glanced up at him from the corner of her eye. "Let you down?" she repeated, her voice dripping with irony. "I don't think so, Mark. You'll be put on the floor when I want to put you down."

Mark's face flushed as her words sank in. He wasn't just a passenger - he was completely under her control! And she was enjoying every moment of it. Her firm but playful refusal left no room for negotiation, reminding him that he had no say in the matter. She was stronger, she was in charge, and there was nothing he could do about it!

Before he could protest any further, Emily shifted her stance slightly. She tilted her shoulder, repositioning him carefully so that she could get a better grip. Mark, helpless in her arms, felt the shift in his weight as she adjusted him across her shoulders, her muscles tensing in preparation for something new.

"Hang on tight," she said, her tone excited now. "This one's going to be fun."

Mark barely had time to process her words before she bent her knees slightly, gathering power from her legs. In one fluid motion, she pressed him up with her strong, muscled arms above her head! His body straightened out as she held him high in an overhead lift, his slim frame now entirely suspended by her awesome strength.

His heart pounded in his chest. He was dangling there, completely at her mercy. He realized how outclassed he was by his cousin. The room suddenly seemed much larger from this vantage point, and the sheer power she held over him was impossible to ignore.

"Wow," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. There was no escaping it now. He wasn't just being carried - he was being lifted above her head, dominated by her strength in a way that left him feeling small and powerless.

Emily smirked, glancing up at him as she held him steady. "This is definitely more difficult than the other lifts," she admitted, her voice steady despite the obvious effort. "But I can still do it without much of a problem. My personal best for a raw squat is 300 lbs and my max for an overhead press is 200 lbs. You weigh much less than that!"

Mark could hear the satisfaction in her voice, knowing that she wasn't struggling with his 145 lbs weight. She was in control, as always. He felt his cheeks burn hotter, a deep sense of embarrassment washing over him. She was showing him -- no, proving to him - that her strength was far beyond his, and there was nothing he could do but accept it. He'd been utterly dominated by her today!

For several seconds, Emily kept him elevated above her, his legs dangling, his arms hanging limply at his sides. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him, the raw power she was displaying over him undeniable. She wasn't just showing off her strength - she was asserting her dominance over him, making it clear that he was nothing compared to her. Then, after holding him there for what felt like an eternity, she took a few steps forward, her movements slow and deliberate. Walking with him above her head was challenging, but she did it without faltering, her muscles flexing mightily beneath his weight.

She then finally lowered him back down, first to her shoulders where she rested him comfortably again. Mark's body relaxed, though the embarrassment still lingered. He had just been treated like a piece of powerlifting equipment, and the knowledge that she could do it all so easily left him feeling utterly dominated. With a soft grunt of effort, Emily crouched slightly and set him down on the floor. His feet touched the ground again, though he felt unsteady, still reeling from what had just happened.

"You alright?" she asked, her tone softening as he realized that she was breathing heavily by now. "You've been a good weight today."

Mark nodded, still too shocked to form words. He glanced at her, knowing that no matter what, she had proved something undeniable: she was stronger, more powerful, and completely in control.

Emily took a step back, looking up at Mark with a satisfied smile. Despite him being taller, the power dynamic between them couldn't have been clearer. She tilted her head, hands resting on her hips as she admired how easily she had controlled him moments ago.

"You know," she mused, her voice still breathing hard but now with a hint of playfulness. "For someone taller than me, lifting you was... surprisingly easy."

Mark, still fighting off the wave of embarrassment, could only offer a small, nervous chuckle. His cheeks were still flushed, and he avoided her gaze, feeling the weight of her dominance pressing down on him even though he was now standing on his own feet.

Emily took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Do you want some more demonstrations?" she asked, her tone playful but firm. "Unless you've finally accepted just how much stronger I am. Or..."

She let the words hang in the air for a moment, before she continued assertedly. "...Do you want me to dominate you some more today?"

Mark's heart jumped at the suggestion, the mixture of embarrassment and awe flooding him again. His face turned an even deeper shade of red as he quickly shook his head, trying to muster up some composure. "N-no, I've had enough," he stammered.

Emily crossed her arms, her biceps subtly flexing as she tilted her head in mock disappointment. "Really?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Then I need you to say it."

Mark blinked, confused. "Say... what?"

Emily leaned in slightly, her voice lowering but still commanding. "Say out loud that your shorter, younger, lovely cousin is much stronger than you. I want to hear you admit it!"

Mark froze, his mind racing. The idea of voicing his submission only made his embarrassment worse, but there was no escaping it. He swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze as his eyes dropped to the floor. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as he spoke.

"You're... you're much stronger than me," he said, the words heavy with humiliation.

Emily frowned slightly. "I didn't hear that. Say it louder!"

Mark's shoulders slumped as he exhaled shakily.

"You're much stronger than me," he repeated, this time a bit louder. His face was burning as he added, "You're so much stronger than me that... that you could destroy me anytime you wanted to."

Still staring at the floor, he felt completely exposed, the admission sealing the power imbalance between them. "I'll never question your strength again," he finished, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Emily's smile widened as she watched him, the victory clear in her expression. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a surprisingly warm hug, pulling him in close as though comforting a child. Mark's body stiffened slightly at the contact, not sure what to expect.

After a beat, Emily gave him a few playful pats on the butt, the gesture light but unmistakably dominant - like a mother asserting control over her kid.

"Good," she said kindly, though her voice still held a commanding edge. "Never question my strength again, big guy." she continued as she broke off the hug.

Mark nodded wordlessly, his face still flushed as he stood there, too embarrassed to say anything more.

"And don't worry about it," she continued. "I'll never embarrass you like this in front of people. Just because you're much much weaker than me doesn't mean I have to be mean about it."

Mark nodded again, his heart feeling relief.

"And I don't want our relationship to change either. I want us to continue like today never happened, but without you ridiculing my strength. Ok?"

Mark nodded yet again as he saw Emily's confident, triumphant smile, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would never challenge her strength again.