Gym Takeover

“Come on, Jake, you’ll love it!” Sunday declared as she dragged you out of the house and into the car, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. Eliana and Demitra were already waiting, decked out in coordinated athletic wear that screamed fitness influencer chic.

“I don’t even like working out,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“Exactly why you need this,” Demitra teased, smirking. “You’re too scrawny. We can’t have our little brother looking weak on camera.”

Everything gleamed—machines, mirrors, even the staff’s smiles. Your sisters were in their element, greeting trainers like old friends and snapping selfies in front of the smoothie bar.

“We’re filming today,” Eliana announced, holding up her camera. “Sibling workout session! Fans are gonna eat this up.”

The session started with Sunday showing you how to use the weight machines. “Okay, just pull this bar down and engage your core,” she explained. You followed her instructions, but the weight barely moved.

“Wow, Jake,” Eliana said dramatically, pretending to be shocked. “Are you even trying?”

Demitra jumped in, flexing her arm. “This is why I have to help him. He’s practically helpless!”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that weak.”

The teasing only continued as they filmed you trying—and failing—to keep up with their squats and ab routines. But when it came time for cardio, you decided to turn the tables. “How about a treadmill race?” you challenged, grinning.

The sisters exchanged mischievous looks. “You’re on,” they said.

The race was surprisingly close. You pushed yourself harder than you ever thought possible, almost beating them. But just as you were about to pull ahead, Demitra reached over and hit your treadmill’s stop button.

“Oops,” she said innocently as you stumbled, catching yourself on the handrails.

“That’s cheating!” you said, glaring at her while the other two burst into laughter.

“Cheating? Or being a great older sister?” Demitra countered with a smirk.