Flitter Outgrows Her Sister

The day slowly passed with Cloudchaser finding opportunities to occupy her time elsewhere in town. When going around in her jogging gear she found that most guys were quite chatty with her which she took advantage of to provide her with an enjoyable distraction. Anything to keep her mind off of whatever it was going on with Flitter.

It was a good confidence boost, even if most of the boys so interested in her she normally wouldn’t bother to be this friendly with. After being around her growing sister she needed the reminder of how hot she was. Plus it meant that when buying snacks at the market they’d tend to throw in a bit more than she paid for so there were further benefits.

It was really cute to see guys get flustered around her. With a body like hers she had an intimidation factor that was always enjoyable. She got used to the way they would turn, look at her arms in surprise, then the eyes would snap to her torso catching her stomach area and then either working down to her dense legs or back up to her chest. She certainly didn’t mind this. In fact, it had been part of her motivation to push herself so hard. The effect of overshadowing her sister was purely accidental, but she hadn’t thought about it too much until now that things were changing.

Even as she tried to have fun by herself that thought kept popping into her mind. The idea that Flitter was really putting her in that sort of position. Or was she? Maybe her growth had finished. A weird spurt and it was all done maybe. She could live with her sister being her own size. About time she caught up too!

Cloudchaser retired to the park for the afternoon as the sun set on the town. Munching on some apples she’d bought she simply took in the sunset to put off going home and dealing with her sister for just a bit longer by resting against a tree overlooking the water of the small lake.

This relaxing was made challenging, however, when she heard a couple behind her who seemed to be having too good of a time. There were giggles as the guy and the girl teased each other and sounds that could only be the two kissing each other. It was only when she heard the guy ask “Can I touch them again?” that she stood up and turned around to confront them.

On the park bench sat a very surprised looking Flitter and Thunderlane looking at an equally shocked Cloudchaser. Thunderlane had been feeling Flitter’s biceps and he quickly pulled his hands away and sat on them. “Oh, uh, hey Cloudchaser. Your sis and I were just, y’know, hanging out.”

Cloudchaser was still taking in the sight. She could care less about who her sister was with, all she was concerned about was her sister’s appearance. Her arms were obviously bigger than this morning, now enough that even a big guy like Thunderlane looked comparable, and this trend continued with the rest of her body. The shirt was short enough to show her powerful abs and she wasn’t sure how she had gotten her legs into those jean shorts without ripping something. Even more concerning was that her head seemed to be just above Thunderlane who stood at 6’3.

Flitter acted casually. “Oh hey, ‘Chaser. Didn’t expect to see you here. Me and Thunderlane were just getting better acquainted.”

Thunderlane began to look embarrassed as Flitter grabbed his side and pulled him closer while he tried to explain things. “Well, I just saw her the other night at that event and after seeing her out today looking like that I mean who could blame me for not wanting to, uh, talk more, right?”

Cloudchaser still didn’t care, however. “Flitter, what did you do?”

“Hmm? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do, why- hey, that’s my shirt!” Cloudchaser had finally realized that the Junior Speedsters shirt Flitter had on could not come from her own closet since she’d never made the team back then.

Thunderlane quietly got up and whispered, “It’s getting late, I’ll talk to you later, Flitter,” before slinking away. He just wanted to make out, not get involved in family drama.

“Yeah, none of my stuff would fit so I had to use yours. The arms are just torn, it’s not a big deal. The pants were also a mistake, but oh well.”

Cloudchaser took a moment as she processed the attitude she was getting from her sister. Any ideas she had of the two smoothing things out were clearly out the window. Especially when she realized that those jean shorts had actually come from the pair of skinny jeans she had left on her bed.

“You bitch, you ripped them on purpose! There’s no way those fat legs of yours would have fit in them and you know it!”

“Oh, now they’re fat are they? Here, try saying that again to my face.”

Flitter stood up and got close to Cloudchaser to the point that their chests touched. Cloudchaser was no longer looking her sister in the nose, but now stared at her throat.

Cloudchaser stepped back as she realized. “How? How are you doing this?”

“I don’t know,” Flitter said with a casual flex of her arm, tearing the fabric a little more, “I guess breaking the lock on your door was more of a workout than I thought.”

Cloudchaser fumed. Thinking of nothing else she could say or do she walked away, but not before her anger forced something out one last dumb insult. “Your headband still looks stupid!”

Flitter simply smiled and waved at her, “Looking forward to my gains tomorrow. See you at home, workout buddy!”