Christmas 15 years ago. And what happened next.

[johnsm00007]

Some years ago I posted some stories on the Diana the Valkyrie webpage under det name Absfan.

For det last 15 years I've been thinking about writing a new story. I have had a great pleasure reading other stories, so I want to contribute again.

So I had the story from school and the two stories from Christmas. I will contunue on the Christmas stroy here. So first: here's the tho stories.

[johnsm00007]

Christmas
by Absfan.



Please send comments to johnsm00007@yahoo.com

I'm not really a big fan of Christmas, it's too much stress with it. I also
have to work a lot, that's my life. In the rest of the year I'm studying, so I
need the money I'm able to earn over the holidays.

I came home a couple of days before Christmas. It was really nice to see my
famely on the airport as I landed. My mom threw herself around my neck as soon
as she saw me, my father gave me a handshake and my little 14 year old sister,
Petra, gave me a good hug. We all drove home where the dinner was prepared by
my granny. You all know that grannys cooking is even better as moms, if
possible. This was going to be a nice time for some days before the work
started.

It was cold on the airport and I didn't really notice that my sister had
gotten bigger since the Summer. But I did notice it when we came home and she
undressed her overcoat. I smiled and asked what had happened to her since
granny moved in? She had gained weight and it was really noticable. She just
lauged and said something about the new food that moved into the house
together with granny.

The dinner was awesome. Real food, not like campus food at uni, this was good.
I never made any food during the semester, I didn't have time - too much to
read and too much to watch on tele. OK - I did heat some frozen pizza, or
sometimes ordered it from the local pizza place. My sister ate a lot, she was
hungry I think, not strange she had gained weight, I thaugt.

After dinner we all sat down for caffe, it was cold and my father wanted to
make a fire in the fire place. He asked Petra to go out for wood, and some
minutes later she came in with a big load. I remember from the time I lived at
home that it's heavy work. But it didn't look like Petra was having any
trouble carrying the wood. The coffe came on the table and we had a nice
conversation. I told about uni and they talked about what had happened back
home in the past.

It was late and the rest of the famely went to bed. I and Petra had nothing to
do the next day, so we didn't go to bed. She told me about school, friends and
stuff. It was fun to hear that she had the same teachers as I did some years
earlyer, and they hadn't changed a bit since. It was starting to get really
hot in the living room, but still we threw more fire wood on. Petra started to
get warm, after all she was wearing jeans and a fleece jacket. Her long blond
hair hang half way down her back in a pony tail and I realized that she was
actually a very cute girl, I guess a lot of boys in her school would like to
take her to the movies.

I took of my sweater, it was just too warm. I told her about the dorm and how
cold it had been there. She said that at home was it the way it allways had
been, our father heating the house very well. Normaly they would sit in only
t-shirts and shorts in the middle of the winter. Then she laughed again and
said that she didn't do it now because she had a nice surprise for me. She had
gained about 7 kilos - but not because of grannys cooking.

Then she unzipped her fleeze jacket. Underneath she had a large t-shirt that
showed nothing but her fore arms. I stared - her fore arms were muscular, when
she turned her fist her whole arm was alive. She lauged again and asked if
that was what I had expected? I was not able to find the right words at first,
and while I was still looking for woords she uncovered her right upper arm and
flexed her biceps. It was really nice, I had been to uni for quite some time,
but I still hadn't seen any girl there with arms that could compete with
Petras.

This is really impressive, I told her.

You haven't seen everything yet, she replied and laughed. Then she stood up
and grabbed the shirt at the bottom and lifted it just enough so I could see
her abdominal muscles. I had allways been looking on the Internet for
washboard abs, but I had never seen it in real life. And now it was my sister.
The good thing was that I could look forward to the Summer at the pool, the
bad thing was that I couldn't fall in love...

So, do you still think I'm fat? Petra asked watching her own abs, two rows of
solid bricks going slowly out and in with her breathing. She hit them and a
smiled at me. Do you want to touch? she said. I did want to and I did touch.

[johnsm00007]

Christmas goes on.
by Absfan johnsm00007@yahoo.com


Yes, I know it's not the time for Christmas stories,
but I'll write about it anyways.

If you don't know what happened, see the first
Christmas story in Absfan's bookshelfe.



So my sister, Petra, was sitting right infront of me
lifting her t-shirt up showing off her fantastic
abdominals. I was staring at them and she understood
that I liked it, and that I was surprised of seeing
that my little sister suddenly had muscles.

I was about to touch them as my sister changed her
mind and let the shirt fall down. No, big bro, she
said, it wouldn't be right of you to touch them, maybe
later...

We both went to bed, it was already late and we had a
lot to do the next day. I could only think about one
thing, my little sister. I just couldn't understand
that she got so big, and that noone had told me about
it. Maybe my parents didn't know about it?

The next day I got up early. My parents had left to do
some shopping. Petra was coming down the stairs in the
same fleece jacket as the day before. Where are mom
and dad, she asked. I told her they were gone already.
Since I had just come home I made my sister a nice
breakfast. We talked about my college and she told me
that she looked forward to the time when she could
study and live away from home. I asked why? You see,
she said, mom and dad don't know anything about my
body. They both think I gained weight because grandma
moved in. And I don't think they will like me having
muscles, dad allways says that's nothing for girls to
have. I've tried to watch fitness in the living room
with dad, but he doesn't like it.

So that's why you didn't take off your fleece jacket
last night, I replied. So where do you work out then?

I spend a lot of time together with my friend Kristin.
But at her place, her father has a real cool gym in
the basement, but he's traveling a lot and her mother
is a nurse, so she is often working late.

Petra told me about Kristin, also 14 years old, they
are in the same class in school and they spend a lot
of time working out. It all started almost a year ago.
It was winter and they were bored and had to find
something to do. But in the willage where we live it's
not really a lot to do. Except singing in the local
church choire or get drunk on the weekends. So they
found out they would try working out. So they started,
two girls, both 13 years. It wasn't really fun, and
they worked out a long time without seeing any result.
Then one day Kristin found a magazine that showed and
explained how to work out. That was what they needed.

Summer was then almost over, but in September and
October they started to get bigger. She told me that
one day she was standing infront of the mirror she
noticed that her stomack had a line going down in the
middle. She thaugt it looked really cool and started
to do extra sit ups every night with extra weight on
her chest. At the same time she also started to eat
more correctly and her muscles all over her body
started to get defined.

I told her that I thaught it was really cool what she
was doing and I wished I had done the same thing when
I was young, instead I was singing and getting drunk
on the weekends. I also told her that lots of girls at
college did the same thing and were all dreaming of
having the same rigid abs as her. She smiled and asked
if she could come and visit me in her winter holiday.
Of course, I answered, just tell me a week in advance
so that I have time to clean my room and get an extra
matrass.

We did our duties in the house. She was still wearing
her jacket because, as she put it, she could never
know when our parents could come home.

We had a nice dinner when mom, dad and granny came
home. I did the dishes together with Petra, it was
nice, for the first time I thaugt she wasn't little
anymore, we could have discussions and tell jokes. I
liked spending time with her, after all we didn't see
eachother much.

It was Christmas day the day after, a day when we
weren't allowed to visit anyone. Mom asked if we could
deliver presents to a couple of friends of the
famelie. We took the car and drove off. The last gift
was for the parents of Kristin. We drove up infront of
the house and Kristin came out. Her parents were away.
They would both come home late.

Do you want to work out, Petra asked me. Thinking
about the Christmas and the food I was going to eat I
just had to say yes. We went inside and downstears.
Kristin gave me some old work out outfit that belonged
to her father. I went to the bathroom and got changed.
When I came back the basement was empty. I started to
warm up, the problem was that I got exhausted from
just doing nothing.

Petra was the first one to come down, still wearing
her fleece jacket, but she took it off. She was
wearing  a black sportsbra and a black short skirt.
Her shoulders were really broad and her biceps made
her hand look really big. I looked at my own biceps
that was bigger then hers, but far from better. So,
big brother, it doesn't help looking at your biceps,
you have to do something with it. She flexed hers, and
her arm looked even bigger. But, as earlier, her abs
were really the best. Right under her bra the line
going down, the one she spoke about earlier, was
really deep, but also the lines going out to the
sides. Three bricks on each side. I knew it, of
course, why it was called washboard, but seeing this I
really understood the meaning of it. You're not able
to compete to this, she laughed, flexing her abs. With
every breath her abs looked so alive. I don't
understand why I didn't do that instead of drinking
and singing when I was her age.

Kristin came in the door, but that is another story.

[johnsm00007]

The story begins in Christmas 2004, so 11 years ago.

My sister Petra was 14 and had developed abs, so did her girlfriend Karen, same age.

I won't write more about that Christmas. I left for college right after new year and for some time I didn't have time to go home to see my family. University was taking all my time, I didn't have much money, but the truth was I was enjoying life as a free man at university.

As time passed by I also didn't speak much with the rest of my family. I didn't know what was going on back home. Until one day I turned on the TV to watch some morning show.
The introduction said they'd have a special guest in studio, the best high school student of the year 2008. I thaught this would be just another story about some high school boy or girl sitting there saying they didn't spend all their time on homework and school, they also played football or some music instrument.

So looking at the show I get the surprise of my life, there is my little sister Petra, four years later, 18 years old and graduating high school as the best student in the country. She tells the host that she spend most of her days at school and after school she is home doing homework. She likes it best when her best frienk Karen is visiting and they can do homework together, she says.

She is dressed in jeans and a high school fleeze jacked. Not much unlike last time I met her at grandma's. Her hair is dark blond and is in a ponytail. She is mature and answers well to the questions.

-So what is your favourite subject, is it math or physics, the host asks her.

-I would say it's physics, she answers. Like joule and watt, she answers.

-That's something for a young girl, the host replies.

The host is a well dressed man in his mid thirties, broad shoulders and a clear interest for the young girl. -Joule and watt, does it mean you have two favourite subjects, he asks.

Petra smiles as she understand what he's asking about. -Yes, in school, it's the 7 SI's. After school its energy and power, so if you ask if I do anything else than school, I like to work out, also with my friend Karen.

I was so happy to see that my sister was doing fine, both that she was doing well in school, but also in life.

The presenter said he asked for a reason, the TV viewers was about to see a clip about a day in the life of Petra.

So now I was about to see a film from home where I hadn't been in a long time.

The film was about Petra in school, Petra doing homework, Petra eating... In the end of the film, Karen came by and they took the film crew to the basement where the home gym still was. The first thing I noticed was the new equitment, also that the weights were quite heavy. They filmed the two girlfriends working out. Then the reporter asked if they worked out just to stay healty so they could perform better at school.

-No, Petra answered. We do it so we will look the best at the beach. You know, there are two different six packs you can bring to the beach to have a little fun, we don't bring beer, so we bring this, and then she lifted her shirt and displayed her six pack abs.

I remembered four years back and nodded, her six pack was still there - I was impressed. But I was more impressed at her academic skills and asked myself which university she would join next year.

Her apperance on the show was finished with that same question.

-I haven't deceided yet, she said. My brother is at Brown, but I might go overseas to Europe - maybe Oxford, Camebrigde or something.

[phil123]

Great start.

There should be mre. SoO please go on.

Peta can grow.

[fan]

man, I really loved your story back then....

glad you wrote down something new!!