My First - please let me know what you think

[caino]

...and here we are: Britney!!!
but. you didn't answer at my question: Rick is Tricia's father, is he? how he manage the fact her daughter is so muscular?

[uno987]

Great story so far ... good writing, very easy to read...

[Brfan]

...and here we are: Britney!!!
but. you didn't answer at my question: Rick is Tricia's father, is he? how he manage the fact her daughter is so muscular?

Yes, Rick is Tricia's father, but I'm not working that arch just now...

[Brfan]

Part 7

Next morning was all about Britney's first bodybuilding lesson. She and Tricia arrived from the gym around the time I was ready to go for a dive in the pool.
"My God, Tom! You should have been there! Everybody was amazed with Tricia!" Britney was so excites she was squeaking
"C'mon, Brit. It wasn't like that" Tricia tried to calm my sister down
"Sure it was! Didn't you see the look on that guy's face when you asked to take turns on the barbell curl and you actually added weight to what he was doing? After you, he tried to not lower the weight and wasn't able to lift the damn thing!"
"Yeah, well, but you need to understand that I've been lifting for the last two years, and technique counts"
"Still, he was pissed. And, oh Tom, Tricia can do that leg-press thing with over 500 pounds! Damn!"
'Damn' is what I was thinking. Tricia's workout must really be a primetime show. Why didn't I go, again?
The next couple days were surreal, to say the least. During the day it's as normal of a holiday as it gets, except for the fact that Tricia every now and then showed off some display of strength in order to tease me. I guess nobody around the house even noticed that, but I knew she was doing it on purpose. Sometimes she flexed her biceps more than needed when tying her hair, sometimes she contracted her quads while standing still. I loved it and she knew it.
Later, every night, she came to my room and displayed her muscles for me. She seemed to have established a 'no nudity' rule, but that didn't stop her from wearing sexy lingerie and grabbing me just to feel me humming and cumming at her will. It turned her on, as she always said, being able to dominate me like that.
About 2 days before the trip ended, mom and dad decided they would make a farewell dinner, and would be away during next day to buy everything needed. Apparently, it was more like a feast than a regular dinner. Still, I couldn't complain. Britney was pretty much into herself, and that meant this would be my last chance to oooh and aaah over Tricia's muscles.
That night Tricia stepped over my room once again, but she had a different look. It seemed she was kind of ashamed.
"What is it, Tricia?"
"Oh, well... you see Tom... I've been talking to some people on the gym the last couple of days... they seem to think I could make some money online, maybe get a sponsorship and all... but that requires I post some pictures and stuff online. So... I was wondering if you could be my first photographer"
"Sure, but... what do you need?"
"I figured maybe tomorrow we can go somewhere and you can take some pictures of me flexing and posing... you know... I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that in front of anyone else but you" She smiled shyly at me. How was I supposed to say no?
"Sure, Tricia... anything you want"
"Great! I found out just the perfect spot. It's a 15min walk from the edge of the beach, it's supposed to be very desert and beautiful. I guess we can go there tomorrow morning, if that's ok with you"
"Sure it is" I said.
She came closer to me, hugged me and kissed my mouth. I hugged her (more like felt her back muscles while she gently squeezed me and made clear that I wasn't going anywhere until she said so) and kissed her back. This girl was so hard and broad I moaned just to think of her. Again, she flexed for me until I couldn't hold myself. Then we said good night to each other.

The next morning Tricia came down with a backpack. Our parents have already left and Britney was nowhere to be seen.
"Ready to go?"
"Sure"
We drove the car till the end of the beach and walked about 20 minutes before reaching this gorgeous little spot. There was about only 100 feet of white sand, some rocks secluding the place from both sides, and a bright blue ocean on the background. The place was deserted. This would be nice.
"So Tricia... what exactly do you want?"
"Well, first I'm gonna do some exercises here just to get a little more pumped up, and then you can rub this oil on me. It's supposed to make my body more defined and better for pictures"
Tricia took a rubber strap with some handles on the edges from her backpack stepped on it and started doing some bicep curls. She went through the same process to work on her shoulders, pecs and triceps.
Then she picked up a kettlebell and did squats. She lied down and went for about 100 abdominal crunches, without even breaking a sweat. Damn, this girl was a machine.
She stood up "Yup, I guess I'm all warmed up" checking the veins on her arms. "Be a gentleman and rub this oil on me, Tom?"
I started by her large back. Her lats were so wide and spread, she had this V shaped razor back It made me wonder if Tricia could play football in the offensive line. Then I got on my knees and started with her calves. I was already hard on my groin, I needed to focus on something else or I'd really need spare shorts. Her calves were hard, well defined diamond shaped rocks. When I moved up to her trunk-sized thighs and rubbed the oil on her inner thighs Tricia moaned "hum... this feels so good..." I spent an extra time there.
I got up and went through her abs, chest and finally arms.
I looked at her. Tricia was this greek statue, carved to perfection. Only that in this case, she was also the artist of that body. A Goddess, for sure.
"Wow, Tricia. Just... wow"
She smiled at me "So, what flex you think we should start? What's your favorite one, Tom?"
"Well, I love when you do that crab thing. You look so powerful doing that"
"Really? I like that too. So let's go"
Tricia inhaled deeply and contracted. She did it a second time, grunting from the effort. Her upper body muscles burst into mounts of muscle. She seemed she would explode, like her skin couldn't contain all that power. Tricia was almighty.
I started clicking nervously, had no idea of what I was doing, just looking for any angle that gave the better idea of how unique she was. I kept asking her to flex every muscle she had on her body, and she kept delivering. One picture better than the other. One muscle bigger and more defined than the last. We must have been there for about half an hour when I heard someone coming
"Damn, maybe we should stop, Tricia"
"Oh, don't worry, that's just Britney"
"What?" I looked at her "Why?"
"Don't hate me, Tom... but I told her that I wanted to do this photo shooting and she told me that it would look amazing if there were some pictures of a man worshiping and admiring my muscles... and who better that you to do that? So, I asked her to come and take some pictures"
"You totally set me up"
"Don't worry, I will blur your face. No one will know that's you"
I was speechless. Britney stood up in front of us
"So, you guys ready for this? Let's start with some legs. Tricia, flex your quads. Tom, place your hand on them" My kid sister had a way on bossing around and directing the shooting. I was too surprised to complain.
Tricia flexed her left quad and I placed my hand on it. Damn, she had a hard muscle on a soft, smooth skin. It was hard not to desire those legs under my sheets.
Britney kept telling us what to do, and with time I relaxed a bit, after all I have been doing nothing but worshiping and feeling Tricia's muscles for the last week. Britney then told Tricia to flex her bicep
"Right, now I'm gonna do some videos. Tom, I want you you to grab her bicep, try to squeeze it. And then, kiss it"
"What?"
"You heard me, what can say more 'I worship you, oh Muscle Goddess' than kissing her biceps? Go ahead, play the part"
I obeyed. I felt Tricia's muscles as I've being doing, but when I approached her to kiss, Tricia whispered at me "Kiss it, and lick it, you whimp"
Although surprised, I though she was just getting carried by the character, so I did exactly as she ordered.
Tricia than spoke "Why don't we do some muscle comparison? Tom, flex your toothpicks"
Now, Tricia has never spoken like that. What the hell was going on?
"Tricia, I..."
"Will do exactly as I say, you Britney gets to know somethings about you" She replied, whispering
I was in disbelief. What had happened to the sweet girl I was actually falling for? Still, I decided it was best not to disagree. I flexed my arms.
Tricia squeezed it easily. "So soft" and flexed her arm next to mine. It was a no contest from the beginning.
"Great! Excellent! God, Tricia, this will look amazing!" Britney was clicking nervously. "Now, Tom, do a double bicep. Tricia, walk behind him and do the same"
Tricia came behind me and started flexing. Even I was taller, it was clear that she dwarfed me. She was larger, broader, her biceps could actually shadow mine. I felt really tiny next to her.
"Great. Now you both, lie on the sand. Armwrestle"
We lied down face to face. God, Tricia's cleavage was so amazing. Her pecs very fibered, defined. and nice breasts too.
I always knew she would beat me. Still, when we locked hands, I figured I could give her some challenge. her grip was so vice it made me realize I wouldn't. Britney counted to three, and before I could see Tricia crushed my arm on the sand.
"Really? Tom, put up a fight. I couldn't even start recording!" Britney complained.
We locked hands again and Tricia spoke, loudly this time "I'm gonna let you start, cause if I try you won't last 2 seconds again"
I started pushing but her arm didn't budge an inch. She teased me, sending kisses through the air, feeling her own bicep with her other hand, blinking to the camera. She let me take her arm halfway down, just to relentlessly bring it up. Then she slowly but surely moved my arm down.
She looked at the camera, did a double bicep pose "Defending Champion, Tricia!"
At least, I thought it was over. I got up and when I was about to start leaving Tricia said
"Where do you think you are going? Britney, what do you say we make some wrestling videos?"
"What? Tricia, I..." I was begging for her to let go
She came closer to me and said "Remember in the first night when I told you I could give you both pleasure and pain, and that you wouldn't be able to stop it? Well, this is pain...." And quickly she lifted me from the ground and dropped me on my back. My sister was filming the whole thing "Great Tricia! Now pin him down! Make him tap!"
Tricia quickly pinned my arms above my head with her hands, and locked my legs with hers.
"Well, this is already over. I could hold you forever like this. But let's hear some begging" Tricia said, and started spreading her legs (and mine along) to a lot more than I could possibly. She grunted during the process, an dominant, evil grunt. I cried in pain. "Please, Tricia... stop... It hurts..."
"Yes, Tom... beg for me to stop" Tricia let go of me, just so that she could stand up and tie her hair. I sat up and looked up. Her body was covered in some sand, each muscle bulging from her body, her black bikini hiding nothing. If I wasn't in such pain, this view would have been great. She helped me up, grabbing my hands in her left hand, my knees on her right hand and placing her back around my waist. Tricia lift me up and held me behind her back, as if it was nothing. She looked at my sister, flexed her abs and her legs "How's this for a pose?"
Britney clicked like crazy "Wow Tricia! this is just awesome!"
Tricia put me back on the floor and went behind me. Before I could defend myself, she crossed her biceps around my neck and lied me on her, bringing us both to the floor. She crossed her legs around my waist, still holding one of her arms around my neck, and whispered "Now... this one you already know how it goes"
She started squeezing my ribs, at first slowly. With her free hand, she flexed her bicep to the camera. Tricia was enjoying this
"Try to get out, Tom"
I was so tired and knew it was pointless, I decided to let her do to me whatever she wanted.
"Tom, I promise you this will hurt a lot more if you don't put some effort" And she gave a quick squeeze, making my back and ribs burn. I tried to squeak out of her, placed both my hands on the arm around my neck, but it didn't move an inch. Tricia laughed "Britney, are you getting this? See how this tiny boy can't escape my mighty muscles?" She squeezed her legs harder, and I let go of her arm to try to spread her legs a little, but it was useless. I was turning purple, I couldn't breathe. All I could feel was pain. I begged for her to stop once, twice
"Yes, little man. Beg. Beg for your life" Tricia let go of me. I collapsed on her lap, breathing hard.
She carefully put me lying down on the sand, but not before turning my body so my face was facing the floor. She sat on my lumbar. Her weight made my back arched and I realized Britney was zooming in my face. Tricia wrapped her arm around my neck again
"Do you have a great zoom?" She asked Britney
"Yeah, you can actually see the tears on his face"
"Great" Tricia tightened her headlock slowly. My face went blue and my eyes rolled up before I passed out.
When I regained conscience, I was still lying on the sand. Tricia had one foot over my chest, and she was posing and flexing. Sun was over our heads, so all I could see was her gorgeous shape. I decided it was best not to move, although I was sure she noticed I was up.
A couple minutes later she removed her foot and stood beside me. She whispered "Don't get up just yet"
It felt like an eternity until she commanded me to move and helped me up.
"I'm sorry Tom. Trust me, It was better this way. At least now you won't go home wondering 'what ifs' about the two of us. Let's go home"


Next Up - Britney starts developing

[caino]

 
Can't wait for the next chapter...

[giantgirl7foot2]

Awesome chapter, curious for what's to come!

[Brfan]

Part 8

The last day of trip was awkward. The farewell dinner was quiet between me, Tricia and Britney, altough the grownups didn't seem to notice. The next day all I could manage to do was giving Tricia a cold goodbye hug before leaving home.
I still had 2 weeks at home before returning to College.
The very next day I heard Britney had joined a gym near our home, and I didn't see much of her, except leaving for working out or coming back home. Still, I didn't care all that much. She was out of my way and as I said, I didn't believe she had the discipline to keep this for a long time.
Next three months of college were alright. I eventually accessed Tricia's new insta**** account, which later became a website. She kept her end of the bargain, keeping most pictures from our beach day focused on her muscles and one eventual worshiping hand, and blurring my face on those that she couldn't keep it out of the image. Her website seemed to be going very well, cause not much after going online there were already sponsor banners from protein shakes and fitness clothing. There were photo updates nearly every week, but I tried to keep away from them as much as possible.
I went home about 3 months later for my mom's birthday. Dad's was throwing a surprise party on Saturday, so I flew in the red-eye and arrived home around 6 am on the Saturday. Called an uber from the airport and got home about 30min later. Britney welcomed me
"Hi Tom! Dad told me you'd be arriving early, and since they I was already up, I set up a breakfast table for us"
"Hi Brit! Really appreciate that, I'm starving!" And walked myself to the kitchen.
Britney walked behind me with her cell phone, and she was typing like crazy. When we reached the kitchen, she took her hoodie off, which she dressed just to open the door.
"Hey, I was just talking to Tricia. She said Hi"
This was the first time I had any sort of personal 'news' from Tricia, and I figured I should be careful
"Oh, really? This early? Say hi for me"
"Yeah... we always talk and she suggests some adjustments for my workout. We both hit the weights early, before school"
"I see" I said, sitting on the table and filling a bowl with some cereal. I really didn't want to enter that subject right now.
"Yeah... about Tricia" Britney, on the other hand, seemed to talk exactly about that "Remember that day on the beach?"
"Of course I do, but I really don't want to talk about that"
"Did you see the pictures from that day on her website? Loads of likes"
"Yeah, well, I guess there is a market for that after all"
"Yeah, well, do you think there's a market for these?" Britney gave me her phone. There were pictures of that day, only that on these pictures you could not only see me, but you could very clearly see that I was turned on by Tricia's muscles.
I was livid "Where do you get these?"
"You kidding, right? I was there, Tom. And I'm the one that blurred your face from the uploaded pictures. I do have the originals, though" She said with a devilishly grin. I didn't know what to say
"Anyway, don't worry about them. I just want to ask you... so .... is only Tricia's muscles? Or are you into female muscle in general?"
"I-I don't know, Britney... Why?"
"Do these muscles turn you on, Tom?" and saying that Britney rolled up her t-shirt sleeve and flexed her right arm next to me. Although not nearly as big as Tricia's , Britney did have some muscles. Her biceps showed a very defined peak, and she started caressing it with her other hand
"You see... only 3 months of effort... pretty nice, right?" She was proud of her achievement, that was clear
"Y-yes, they look great"
Britney went around the table and sat across me, placing her elbow on the table
"They don't just look great, they ARE strong. C'mon"
"What? I won't armwrestle you, Britney"
"Oh, you will. Unless you want some of those pictures accidentally hitting the web, you will. And you will do your best" She said, still with the hand on the table. I had no idea what to say. I grabbed her hand
"Good. I'll count to three, ok? 1, 2 3... go!"
We both started pushing with all we had. Now, I knew that Britney's bicep meant she had been taking her workouts very seriously, and she wouldn't be easy to beat. Still, I was 5 years older, I was bigger and a man. We held each other at stalemate position for about a minute, when Britney's stamina started coming into game. My hand moved about 20 degrees down. She smiled.
"Yeah..." She took a deep breath and got another power surge, bringing my arm about halfway down. I looked at her arm, it was really pumped, her bicep exploding from the effort. There was even a vein popping out from it. It looked amazing. Each inch she gained made her confidence grow, and with it her strength. I knew by now she would defeat me, but I kept fighting. Still, slowly but relentlessly her power overcame mine until she pressed my hand on the table.
We were both silent for a second. Then Britney stood up and flexed her bicep at my face. The bicep she had just beat me with.
"Tell me, Tom. Aren't these muscles something?" She said, flexing her other bicep now
"Yes Britney. Your biceps are very strong - You - are very strong"
"That's right. I am. Stronger than you. And I will only get stronger. Stand up. Feel them"
"N-no, Britney"
She put her hands on her hips and in a menacing way said "Get up. Feel my muscles" and flexed again. Her biceps seemed even bigger now. I obeyed her, stood up and placed my hands on her biceps. I tried to squeeze them, but they were really hard
"Tell me. How do they feel?"
"T-they are very hard, Britney. Your biceps are really hard and strong"
"Yes, yes they are." She answered before lowering her arms and looking down "Well, they are not the only hard thing around here" and giggled
I looked down and realized I had a boner for my little sister's muscles. I sat down and tried to hide it
Britney laughed "Don't worry, Tom. I knew this would happen. Now go to your room. I have to hit the gym"
I obeyed her without questioning.

[tmbosch]

You had me until the outright humiliation started. Not my bag. Good luck on the rest of the story .

[caino]

Very good for me!!! I hope britney is becoming stronger than tricia...
K

[QBikk]

You had me until the outright humiliation started. Not my bag. Good luck on the rest of the story .

I share that, too bad. Will check what's will go on.

[catacelo]

Thanks for this wonderfull story!
 

[giantgirl7foot2]

You had me and sucked me in even more when the humiliation started. Great story so far, wonder what will happen next!

[Brfan]

Part 9

I went straight to my room and tried to figure out what had just happened. First, my little sister had muscles. And powerful ones. More powerful than mine, at least. Second, she seemed eager to show that power. And to grow even more. And third, I couldn't help but pop a boner in front of her. This weekend was awkward enough when my cell phone rang. It was a text from Tricia.
"Hey Tom. How Are you? Listen, I just spoke to Britney and know what happened.. can I call you?"
What the heck? I answered her "Yeah, sure"
A couple minutes later Tricia called
"Hey Tom... how are you?"
"I'm okay, and you Tricia?"
"I'm great... you know, I'm finally a senior... the website is going pretty well, I might be able to get a PT card soon... anyways, this is not why I called you. Britney told me she has just beat you in armwrestling"
"Yeah, so what? Wanna mock me again?"
"Drop the attitude, Tom. I'm sorry for what I did to you. I felt very guilty. It's just that I knew we were falling for each other, and I had to find a way to make you fall out of love with me"
Now that was new. So this is why the whole thing went down like that on the beach. Still, I wasn't ready to forgive her
"Oh, so your best option was to beat the crap out of me?"
"Look, I told you I was sorry. I am sorry. I'm sorry that I beat you, and I'm sorry that your sister was there"
"Yeah, well... never mind. I'm over it. I'm over you" now that was a bit of a lie. Tricia had been the best orgasmic experience I've ever had, and that included the couple girls I had sex with
"Really?" She seemed sad "Well, I'm glad you're ok. Still, we need to talk about Britney"
"What about her?"
"I don't need to tell you that she has taking very seriously her workouts. Her progress is amazing. I've been consulting about 4 or 5 other teenagers, and no one built up more muscle than your sister is a short time spam. And that is great. Thing is she has been asking about wrestling lessons and dominance stuff. I recently found out that she joined an MMA class"
Now that's something I didn't expect, but really worried me. Seemed that Britney was really turning into a bully
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and the thing is she wants you as her first 'target', if that's the right term. I tried to reason with her, but the thing is she is loving the fact that she is getting stronger, and her goal is to do to you what I did to you. Her first step was to beat you in armwrestling, what she already did. So... just be careful, ok?"
"Well, you don't think she could actually beat me up like you did, do you? I mean... you're a muscle... well, you're a Goddess. She's just a girl with some muscles"
"Look Tom, maybe she's not able right now. But unless you start doing something about it, she will be soon"
"Well, ok, thanks for the advice, Tricia"
"No problem. Let me know if you had any trouble. And try to stay out of her way. Miss you, Tom"
"Bye"
I hung up the phone and realized I was indeed afraid of Britney. What the hell? I was a 19 year old man, for Christ's sake.
"Get a Grip, Tom. Enjoy your family and your weekend" I thought to myself.
And that's what I did. Mom was really happy I was home. We had an amazing dinner, I gave her a pair of earrings dad told me she wanted. It was a great evening. I went to bed and it seemed I had only slept for a couple minutes when I heard someone knocking on my door.
I got up and opened it. It was Britney
"Good morning, sunshine. Check your phone"
"What? What time is it?"
"It's 6:30 am, but I just couldn't wait to send you these. Now look at your phone"
I picked up my phone and realized Britney had sent me some files. At first I though they were some of those beach day pictures, but as I looked at them, I realized they were pictures of her. Somebody had helped Britney measure her body, and she sent me the images of that. My eyes opened wide when I processed what I was seeing. Britney had 11.5 inches biceps, 22 inches thighs, 14 inches calves and a slim 26 inch waist.
Now, she was only 1 inch shorter than me, but she still weighted only 135 pounds, which mean I had a good 15 pounds over her.
"So, what do you think? Now look at the videos"
I didn't realize there were videos. I watched the first one. It showed Tricia sat in front of a boy in her school. Looked like they were inside a classroom. I recognized the boy as Jake, a sophomore that played quarterback. They were about to armwrestle. Britney rolled up her sleeve and locked hands with Jake. She slammed his hand down in less than 20 seconds. I was shocked. The next video seemed to be from one of her MMA trainings. She was sparring with a rather thin boy. I watched as Britney connected a couple of very powerful looking punches to the boy's belly. He bent down and Britney threw a vicious uppercut to his chin. Now, they were both wearing protection, but still, when Britney's glove connected to the boy's head, his mouth guard went flying and he fell hard to the floor.
"Why are you showing me these?"
"Well... I wanted you to remember how I was... cause trust me, I will get a lot bigger. And I wanted to see the look on your face when you see what's coming" Britney gave an evil laugh as I went livid.
She walked out of the room very confident she had struck me with fear. And that she did

[caino]

I am so curious about how strong will become Britney!!! a lot more than Tricia, I hope!!!
good
K

[Brfan]

Part 10

I got back to College. First two weeks were really odd. I was actually afraid of my little sister. I decided I had to do something about it. Eventually, I read some stuff online and decided to give gym a chance. Obviously that was not my thing. I loved ball sports, but lifting weight was not for me.
Time passed and I sort of got that out of my system. Partially, at least. I ended up being a regular on Tricia's website. She seemed to drop crosscutting to start a career as a bodybuilder, and it seemed to be going very well. Eventually, there were some pictures of worshiping and dominance on her website, but they were clearly fake. I knew the look of a really beaten up guy had.
Suddenly, it was Christmas time. I discovered that aunt Jenny and uncle Rick were flying back to my parent's house for the Holidays. I guess it also meant Tricia was coming, and part of me couldn't help but being anxious.
Still, that made me aware of the other teenage girl that would be there: Britney. How big was her? And, most important: How mean was her? I just hoped that by now she would have dropped the whole 'kiss my big brother's ass' idea.
I arrived one day before my uncles. Arrived home only to find no one at home. That was weird. There was a message from Mom and Dad saying they would come in about 2 hours later. That's ok. I went to my room, dropped my bags and that's when I heard something from the basement. What the hell? I decided to check it out
Very quietly I stepped down the stairs, worried that I'd find some wild animal or a burglar. What I saw was mesmerizing: First, It seemed dad had turned the basement into a home gym - and he was pretty much a couch potato. Second, there was a huge person doing benchpresses with I could describe as the biggest plates I've ever seen being lifted. It took me some seconds to realize that the person doing that was Britney. I though she hadn't seen me, and tried to walk away, but tripped into a heavy bar and made a lot of noise. I looked at her, who was calmly placing the weight back on it's rack
"Oh, you're home, Tom!" She said, with an evil grin "How long have you been watching me?"
"I-I just got home"
"Don't be shy, come here and give your little sister a hug!"
She walked my way. As she stepped closer, I started realizing how big Britney had gotten. She was so wide and dominant I felt dwarfed just by her coming close. She wrapped her hands around me and squeezed. I felt as if I were being compacted. I tried to 'hug' her back, but Britney had such broad back and shoulders I couldn't even pressure her. So I just slid my hands through her back muscles, feeling they were absurdly hard.
Britney let go of me and said "So listen, take a seat, you're welcome to watch the rest of my training"
"I-I really have to..." My voice was trembling
"... to sit down and watch your little sister work out" Britney left no room for arguing.
I sat and watched Britney lie on the bench and get ready for another set.
"How-How much weight is that?" I asked her
"Oh, this is 200 pounds" she answered, and started the exercise. She did 8 hard presses, without breaking a sweat. As she worked out, I watched her chest. They were very fibered and cut. Each time she raised the weight it contracted and pressed her tits up, making her cleavage more deep. It was really one heck of a vision.
She finished the presses and moved to another rack where she picked up 30 pound dumbbells. She sat on the bench, placed her elbow on her inner thigh and started doing bicep curls. As her set went on, her biceps started swelling and get more vascularized. When she finished her third set she stood up, did a double bicep pose in front of the mirror. It seemed that she was admiring herself, but I knew that she was watching my reaction with the corner of her eye.
"Tom, over that table is a measure tape. Pick it up"
I quickly obeyed. She flexed her big gun again "Measure it"
As I wrapped her gorgeous muscle, I couldn't help but notice they were really hard. I mean, iron hard. And very split too. I guess one side of her bicep was enough to put mine to shame. I tried to squeeze the tape as hard as I could, but her arm didn't budge a bit.
"So, how much am I?" She seemed to know that pretty well
"13... 13 inches"
"And how big was I 3 months ago?"
"11.5"
"I knew you'd had that number in your memory" She grinned. "So, what do you think? 1.5 inches bigger"
"Very... very good, Britney. You seem to been taking this very seriously"
"And what you think it would happen if we armwrestle again?"
"You'd beat me" There was no point denying it
"Just beat you?" Britney placed her hands on her hips and inhaled. She seemed to expand her chest and look even bigger
"No, Britney. You'd crush me. Humiliate me. Take me down in 2 seconds"
"That's right, Tom. And that's why this isn't fun anymore. So we need to think of something fun to do" Britney flexed her right mighty bicep again "Kiss my muscle, Tom"
"What? Britney, I..."
She lowered her hand and threw a very quick powerful punch to my mid section. Air was pushed away from my lungs immediately. Pain was excruciating. I felt on my knees. Britney placed her left hand on my neck and pulled me up again. Still holding me, she flexed her right arm to my face
"Listen, you wuss. This is how this holidays will work out. I command, you obey. No questioning. I can split you in half with these muscles. Without breaking a sweat. Now, KISS MY BICEP"
I did as ordered. I closed my eyes, tried to swallow my tears and kissed my little sister's muscle. They were so defined and hard. And she smelled great
"That's right... now feel them and tell me how hard they are"
"Oh, Britney.. your muscle is so hard, and defined..."
"Are they the best muscles you've ever seen?"
"Yes..." I kept rubbing and caressing her biceps, now both flexed
"Are they better than Tricia's?"
"Y-yes... yours are the greatest muscles I've seen"
"Yes... they are.." She put her hands on my head and pushed me down. I fell on my knees.
"And these abs?" She asked, pulling my head onto her steel washboard. Her abs were so cut and hard the pressed her skin out as if they were trying to leave her body. Although I almost couldn't breath pressed against her tummy muscles, I kissed them and moaned.
Britney pulled my head even tighter against her flexed abs. I wasn't able to breathe and she seemed pretty aware of that
"Don't you dare stop licking and kissing my abs, you whimp"
I didn't dare to disobey. Still, air was gone. I felt dizzy and passed out, but not before Britney had made me cum on my pants.