+Notable Author: [neklek] Sally and Me | #WIP

[porky]

The first installment in a series about the incredibly strong, tall, muscular and beautiful girl living with me

Sally and Me
by nelek
nelek@gmx.at

At the pool

It was scorching hot, beautiful morning when I woke up and
decided to enjoy the day and hang out in the garden. You know,
sunbathing, swimming in the pool, just relax with a good book
and my music. Summer vacation is great - my sister and I got
the house for ourselves while our parents are at work. 
When I got out, dressed in bathing trunk and armed with a
towel, I saw my sister Sally already lying out there. That
surprised me, as I expected her to be in the basement, working
out. You see, she's no ordinary girl. She's my senior by a
year, which makes her 18 years old. Sally likes to go to the
movies, hanging out with her friends, she loves the theater,
but most of all, she loves bodybuilding. She's a whopping
6'9" tall, a 320 lbs goddess of pulsing muscularity, with
body parts bigger than on many bodybuilders I've seen. She's
almost as broad as the doors in our house, but an inch taller,
so she has to duck every time she walks through one. 
I'm her little brother, Jake, 17 years old, a fantastic 180
lbs lighter that her, just 5'8", which means she's over a
foot taller than me, setting my face exactly at the same
height as her breasts. To be precise, my eyes are at the exact
same height as her cleavage, my mouth is at the exact same
height as her nipples. I know that because there was an
incident involving the two of us bumping into each other last
week. 
For the last five years, Sally had spent at least an hour,
usually two, of every day in our home gym working out. I
usually join her for a short training, using the stationary
bike or the treadmill. On one hand to get a bit of exercise
myself, on the other hand to watch her lifting weights.
Imagine watching that freaky body on its back, endlessly
pressing an impossibly heavy barbell up from her chest and
down. Sitting there, hunched over, flexing and straightening
her arms to move a big fat dumbbell. Using the lat machine,
pulling its maximum weight towards herself and up again or
pushing her feet against the resistance of the leg machine,
repeatedly defeating it. It's just mind boggling. 
As a joke, I tried to work out with her weights once. She
watched me taking her place after she'd done her set, and
cutely smiled as I failed to move the machine or the dumbbells
for more than one or two reps. Then we traded places again and
like before, beaming, she would make her muscles bulge and
jump to do the weights. When she uses them, they look light,
or at least manageable. But only during her warm-up exercises.
When she's doing her actual, proper training, I couldn't
even begin to move the weights she handles. Sure, she
struggles with the heavier weights too, smashing them back on
the rack with a loud bang when she's finished. After each
intensive set, she'd stand there panting, inflating her chest
while breathing in and making it go back to its normal,
unbelievably huge size when breathing out. 
Taking her water bottle and bringing it to her mouth,  her
biceps growing when she bends her arm. A bit into the training
she'd start sweating and filling the room with the scent of
strength and muscle. A smell that makes me light-headed every
time I encounter it, which is why I always join her a bit
after she started, so our gym would be already full of it.
Coming in, deeply inhaling, watching her demonstrate and
increase her strength while sculpting her body to gargantuan
size beyond any fantasy one could have. Her body would glisten
with perspiration, accentuating every single muscle group as
she pumped them. Her light-colored tops would become
increasingly see-through, although unfortunately, not
completely. But enough to get my mind spinning, my fantasy
going and my body on full mast, so to speak. She also has
darker workout clothes, but those seem to disappear in the
washing more and more. I know where those ended up...   
Yes, I have the hots for my sister. I like strong, muscular
women and my sister is the queen of them. Her body is an
absolutely fucking top notch turn-on.
But I also love her. Not just just love as a brother, I am in
fact in love with her. I love her smile, her humor, I love
spending time with her. I'm mad for my super hot, super cool
and super big sister. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it
and I don't want to. What I want is to be close to her, be
with her, not like a brother but more. I know that's not
possible, but I can dream, can't I?

"Morning, sis!" - "Morning, Jake!" - "No workout today?" I
asked her while I lay down on my lounger. "I woke up early
today, so I've already finished my workout. But I wouldn't
want to be down in the basement anyway when the weather is
this nice." she said. I moved my lounger next to her, because
if I let it stay where it were, I'd have her in my full view,
and I didn't really plan on getting hard out there. I took
the suncream and started to smear it over my body, while she
went back to her magazine. Plugging in my music player, I lay
down and opened my book.

After a while I heard her voice: "Hey, Jake, could you lotion
up my back for me?" I lowered my book and looked up to see
Sally standing at my lounger, right next to me. My eyes
widened at the view. Good thing I was wearing sunglasses so
she didn't see it. She was towering over me and the bed in
glaring sunlight, that accentuated every single of her vast
muscles on her body. From my viewpoint, looking upwards, she
had a hint of mountain-ness in her. I know, that sounds
stupid, but you certainly feel like that if you sit in front
of such a goddess, gaping up. Right before my eyes were her
quads, anything but skinny, filling my vision. Her "teardrop"
muscle was pronounced and seemed to be expanding towards me.
Wandering up I watched as her legs narrowed to her crotch
where her bikini string disappeared into the delicious looking
cleft covered only by that piece of fabric. Right above that
were her abs forming a three-row-washboard of what looked like
inch-deep miniature ravines, crisscrossing over her stomach.
Going further up I had to crane my neck back to see her breast
covered by a bikini, a petite piece of cloth that only seemed
to be large enough to obscure her nipples. Although it didn't
do a good job, as I could clearly see the outlines of each tip
pushing away from her tits. Also, I think I could see some of
her aureola but that could also just be wishful thinking. Her
breasts sat on top of her pecs which alone would give her a
luscious cleavage, as her muscles protruded to base the
magnificent boobs she possessed. Over her neck which could
have rivaled any ox, my eyes finally landed on her own,
waiting for me to react. 
I took out my headphones. "Sorry, what?" - "Would you lotion
my back for me?" she repeated, shaking the bottle at me which
made her biceps bounce up and down, bulge in and out. My mouth
was dry, not only from the heat, but also because just
standing there she had taken my breath away. I nodded and sat
up making room in front of me. She extended her leg over the
lounge chair and lowered herself, momentarily pushing her butt
so close to my face I thought my nose could get caught between
her cheeks. Not that I'd mind, though. As she sat down, I
noticed the chair sinking into the grass an inch or two due to
her weight, so I adjusted myself and slipped forward, straight
at the wall of Sally in front of me. I was much closer to her
as I needed to, anyway. But this way I could feel the heat
that she emitted and smell a trace body odor, of which I tried
to suck up as much as I could. My eyes were level with the
base of her neck and her traps, since she's so much taller
than me and is sitting elevated by her firm ass and thick
thighs. Marveling at the ridiculous broadness of her back I
wanted to get to work, just when she actually spread her lats
out. I mean, really spreading them out. It looked like
somebody unfolded a cinema screen in front of me. 
"Oh, fuck!" I whispered. "What?" - "Oh, nothing."
Just before, when she was sitting there relaxed, she already
had many professional bodybuilders beat. But now, as her
muscles expanded left and right, going far over the edge of
the bunk we were sitting on, I was absolutely awestruck. It
was a wide "V" of rippling muscularity that tapered from her
round shoulders, close to the size of bowling balls, over her
thick lats down to the small of her back and her narrow waist.
Sally handed me the bottle of suncream over her shoulder,
making her biceps bunch up and her triceps growing out. I took
it from her (slowly, so I could enjoy the close up longer) and
squirted some on my hands, while I watched her take her hair
and hold it up so I could get to work. Her arm stayed that way
and it was hard to divert my eyes from the huge bulge on it.
And she didn't even had to flex. 
My hand actually shivered as it approached her skin. I've put
suncream on before, this summer even a couple of times, but it
puts me in awe every single time. I started to move my hands
around, rubbing the lotion into her wide back and massive
shoulders, probing the firm tissue that was right beneath my
palms. I felt the bumps and ripples and started to drool, I
think. The white cream formed a stark contrast against the
tanned skin, but only until my hands had worked it into her
exterior, making her body gleam. I lotioned her traps, even
slightly squeezing and massaging them, but she didn't
respond. Probably because it would take much more pressure on
her amazing muscles for her to even begin to feel it. Moving
left and right, I put a hand each on her deltoids and gulped
at the sight of my hand being completely contained by the big,
shapely lump of flesh that emerged from her sides. Further
down I lathered her lats with sunscreen, both hands on one at
a time. While one of her ball-like shoulders were enough to
make one of my hands seem tiny in comparison, her lats dwarfed
both my hands by far. 
Already I had run out of lotion to put on her, although I was
quite generous with the amount I had put on my hand. Obviously
I had underestimated the sheer size of her back. Just her
back, no other body parts, which could have emptied the bottle
entirely. Squeezing the bottle for more cream, I continued to
rub her backside, this time working on her other lat. I
finished with it and moved to the middle of her back where
there was this big, deep gorge going down the entire length of
her back. There was a drop of sweat running down, right in the
middle of it, making its journey over the ridge down towards
her bikini thong. I had to restrain myself from - god forbid -
licking it. I wanted to pick it up with my finger, but they
were all coated in cream. So I just watched it going, heading
straight to her ass and disappearing behind the fabric. I
wanted so much to press my face against her, shove my cheeks
against the mammoth muscle and feel the throbbing of the power
that channeled through her. Being this close to her I had
given anything for her not to be my sister, though I wouldn't
be in this position if I wasn't her brother, so I was
thoroughly confused. 
"Are you finished?" she asked, ripping me out of my thoughts.
"Er..." I hesitated. I was finished, but I didn't want it to
end. "I'm not quite finished, your back is still white all
over." I answered. Her back wasn't white at all, I did the
suncream-job thoroughly the first time. But still, I put my
hands on her traps again and let them wander over the
mountains and valleys of her body. I stopped before she got
suspicious and tapped her on her shoulders "Now you're
finished". It was like tapping a wall or a rock or something
equally solid. "Why, thank you, little brother.". She stood up
and turned to stand right next to the lounger again. I was
treated with this majestic view again. It was like looking up
a tall building that grows right into the sky. It was
intimidating having that tower of 320 pounds so close. "Want
me to do you?" - "No, thanks, sis. I think I'm gonna jump
into the pool to cool off a little." True, really, since her
hotter than the sun display of vital muscularity got me hotter
than I've been in a long time. Sitting up and slightly
bending my legs, I could conceal my throbbing cock, mostly
because my book was still lying on my lap. Sally laid back on
her lounger and I got up to head straight for the pool. I
climbed up the latter and jumped in, then I swam a bit, played
with our pool ball and eventually, when everything was
somewhat clear in the crotch area, I laid down in the air
mattress, going back to sunbathing, dozing off and dreaming
away on this sunny afternoon.

[porky]

A sudden splash of water right in front of me immediately took
me out of my snoozing. Sally had picked up the ball that was
floating around somewhere and had thrown it at me, missing me
only by inches. She was standing there smiling, waiting for me
to pitch it back to her. I obliged and tried going back to
rest, when the ball hit me right in the middle of my forehead.
I saw her grin, gleeful as can be, and decided that this time
I'm gonna retaliate. She saw me grabbing the ball and
positioned her to dodge the ball more easily. Like a pro
baseball player I shot the ball at her, giving her no chance
to avoid it as it hit her shoulder. The whole thing was a bit
unfair, to be honest. I mean, she was standing in the
shallower end at about 4'9" height, so the water reached only
up to the bottom of her breasts, whereas I on the other hand
was swimming in the deeper end, at about 5'9", with my feet
just over the ground. If I stood tiptoe on the bottom and
tilted my face upwards, I could breathe somewhat comfortably.
So she only had my head to aim at, while I had most of her
upper body as target. Also, not only her height but the fact
that she was much broader than the average person made it so
much easier for me to get her. Her next shot came, but like
all the others, I zigzagged my way around her attempts to
connect the ball with my face. We were both laughing and
having a good time firing our shots at each other, me most of
the times hitting the ample space on her upper body,
especially her wide chest and her broad shoulders, with the
ball always bouncing off the strong tissue with a loud thump.
Her body was gargantuan unbelievably strong, looking like
chiseled from rock and stunningly beautiful, but the odds in a
ball game were definitely in favor of my slightly skinny yet
rather athletic build. After some time her shots have become
harder and faster, as she was trying to score a point. And boy
did she score. 
I wasn't paying attention for nothing more than a short
moment, but when I looked back it was too late: I could only
watch her massive arm move like a hydraulic pump letting the
ball fly , approaching me not much slower than a bullet. With
no time to move anywhere the ball hit me right in the middle
of my face. Square on the nose, leaving a big deep red mark
and a very uncomfortable pain in my head. "Ow!" I screamed,
not such much because it hurt but because of the shock. Well,
hurt it did, and not just a bit, but not enough to let out
such a shrill scream. "Oh my god, Jake! Are you alright?"
Sally called, concerned. Within a couple of seconds the pain
subsided and my vision cleared, so it wasn't a problem
anymore. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Is it bad?" she asked, coming
closer. I guess it was my girlishly exaggerated yelp that made
her worry. "I'm fine, I was just a bit surprised. I'm
alright, don't freak out or anything." I laughed. "Are you
sure? Your face is awfully red." - "Oh, come on, don't be
ridiculous, it takes more than you trying to break my nose to
knock me out." - "I'm sorry, I really am." she snickered "How
about a free kick? To make it up to you?" She stood tall and
extended her arms, offering me her body as a target. I took
the ball, turned away and jokingly exclaimed "I'm not sure,
whether I want to play with a psychopathic killer like you
anymore." I swam a bit further away, towards the pool wall,
but I heard her coming after me. "Away, don't be like that.
Just shoot me, as hard as you want, and all is good again." -
"No, I don't wanna." - "Come, one shot free for you and
we're even." I didn't even need to see her to sense her big
smile. "No. I don't wanna risk my head being cut off by a
plastic ball smashing my face in at the speed of sound just
because you're too slow to hit me." She giggled cutely "I
promise I won't throw it so hard anymore." - "No." I said in
the most child-like voice I could muster and hugged the ball
close to my chest. "Hit me now, or I'll take that ball from
ya and I'l keep playing with you - whether you want to or
not!" - "Oh, yeah? Come on then, take it!" 
I swam backwards and held the ball away from her. She stepped
towards me, as she could still easily stand in the 6'4" deep
water, while my feet were a foot and a half over the ground.
I've reached to edge of the pool and stood on that step that
goes around the whole side. Being a bit elevated, I could
stand and get air, although just barely. Sally positioned
herself right in front of me, standing on the actual pool
ground, her head still comfortably over the water surface.
Even though I was standing on the step, she was taller than
me. That, combined with her massive traps and shoulders that
jutted out several inches left and right of me made her look
like a big fleshy barrier. She had put one arm on one side of
me, making it impossible to escape on that side, and reached
out to the other demanding me to hand over the ball. I
didn't. She thought I was playing the game, resisting her,
but in reality I was mesmerized by the view before my eyes. 
She had large hands that nevertheless looked feminine and went
right into her thick wrists that looked almost as large as my
forearms. But there were her actual forearms too, heavy and
deeply corded. "Gimme the ball.". My eyes wandered up to her
upper arms with prominent biceps swelling even though her arms
were stretched and perfectly defined triceps ballooning,
giving her arms the huge and sturdy look that made me forget
she was waiting for me to surrender the ball to her. I looked
up at her face that was looking serious but also smiling at
the same time. "Give me the ball." - "Never!" I said as
determined as I could with this powerhouse in front of me. She
inched closer to me, so I extended my arm behind me trying to
hold it out of her reach.
She came even closer to me and I could already feel her big
legs pushing against mine. I stretched backwards, forcing her
to step even nearer, with the hard muscles of her thighs
pressing more tightly against mine. Leaning forward to reach
the trophy, as it had become, her abs came in contact with my
own, although it should be noted that where I had a hint of a
six pack, she had solid mounds, visible at all times, coming
out of her midriff. And that midriff was grinding against me,
slowly but firmly. It probably was her massive thighs that
prevented her crotch touching mine. Pity, cause on one hand
the experience would be orgasmic, on the other hand, lucky,
cause she might have felt my stirring erection. Following her
arm to see what was going on up there, I had to take in a deep
breath in mild shock. Her full sized limb dwarfing my
relatively thin one, including her twitching of muscles and
occasional vein against my quite well defined but still skinny
arm. I could easily hide behind her. Her arm were of course
way longer than mine, so her hands had closed around the ball
and before I could even consider resisting her, she grabbed
the slippery object and was moving away again, triumphant. She
held the ball high, partly to invite me to do the same she
just did with me, partly as a victory pose over her opponent.
Holding the ball over her shoulder, her arm at an angle and
slightly flexing her biceps, I felt my penis harden even more,
because the last two minutes were damn erotic and my organ
responded accordingly. 

"Well? Go on, take it back!" she teased, shaking the ball at
me. "Oh, come on. That's not really fair, is it?" I swam a
bit towards her "You're much larger and stronger than me!".
She looked at me with a pleased smile and raised both her arms
to go right into a double biceps pose. Her arms were about my
eye level, as I floated right in front of her and that made
the sight much more impressive. They looked as if they're as
large as my head, those massive, rock hard biceps and triceps
with deep cuts separating them, pronouncing every single
muscle in each arm. Oh, how I wanted to just reach out my hand
and feel it. The hard mound growing from her arm that can
easily overpower me and everyone I know. If only I could get
closer and feel that solid mountain that makes her look oh so
incredibly sexy. Her smile broadened as she saw my amazement.
I guess I never admitted her superior size and power before,
at least not in such direct words. That made her happy,
apparently. Although, to be clear, there was never any doubt
in the size and power that she possessed after all those years
of hard work she put in. 

She swam over to the steps and started walking upwards, with
more and more of her body appearing out of the water. I
followed her to the steps to get a front row seat of the view
of her body. First I saw her thick traps as they pushed the
water away, letting it flow over her big, round shoulders down
to the trenches of her striated back. It was like watching a
very muscular waterfall. Then she raised one arm to grab the
handrail which put her triceps and biceps into my full view. I
watched her going up two or three stairs, gaping at her
muscles moving, growing and bulging, even with the easy task
of walking. My hands probed my crotch, not for pleasure but to
see whether anything was showing. Not really necessary cause I
was standing up to my chest in water. Suddenly I had an idea
to get back at her for the whole ball incident. It was what
every little brother would do: pulling her back into the water
by surprise. Whether it was conceived by the erogenous parts
of my brain wanting to touch her or the parts responsible for
being an annoying little brother, I don't know. Anyway, I
lunged at her and grabbed the wrist of her free arm with one
hand, and her upper arm with the other, pushed my feet against
the pool wall and tried pulling her back. With one hand around
her beefy forearm and another around her hard biceps, I was so
entranced I almost didn't notice she let out an astonished
short shriek and fell back a step. I thought I had her as the
element of surprise was on my side, but I underestimated her
size and weight. 
Almost immediately Sally had stabilized on the next step and
was pulling her arm back to her, slowly taking me with it. Her
strength was unbelievable, as her one arm overpowered both my
two arms and legs plus my body weight while I was still
pulling, or rather struggling, to move her back into the
water. She was laughing, as she wasn't trying hard to hold me
in place and probably thought my straining expression was only
a joke. I saw that she wasn't even nearly using all of her
power while I had to grip her quite hard just to resist her
force. I gathered all my energy and raised my pull in one last
try to move her body, though it was a futile effort as she had
been standing still the whole time. But I did notice that her
arm was flexing more and started to quiver. The feeling was
heaven to me. Her solid biceps turning into iron while bulging
against my hand as my palm was mashed against the skin
covering her incredibly sized muscle.   

Still grinning she jerked her arm up and over her head,
lifting me out of the water, still gripping her arm as my feet
left the wall. She put her arm back like she would to strike
one of her amazing single biceps poses, only this time with me
still dangling from it. I don't know what stunned me more:
the feeling of her solid dome jutting out from her arm or her
incredible strength that held me up, floating over the ground,
with my feet trashing the water. "So, you were trying to dunk
me?" she said in mock sternness. I just stared at her in
playful mock fear to disguise my genuine fear as I was afraid
of what she might do to me. This whole scene was so incredibly
arousing to me, being at her will, powerless before her and
enjoying the ride. I felt my cock harden, but it wasn't
noticeable. Thank god for baggy trunks. "Let go of my arm" she
said in the same mock sternness that told me she wasn't going
to do anything bad, just play a bit of the game I started. I
shook my head "no" and held her arm tightly. She then took her
other arm and raised it to my face. Extending her index finger
right in front of my wide opened eyes she mock threateningly
said "Let go of my arm, or else..." and lowered her hand to my
exposed armpit. I knew what she was about to do and tried to
prepare mentally for what was about to come, but it was to
late. Sally pushed her finger against my pit and started to
tickle me mercilessly. Immediately I started giggling and
laughing like a hysteric little girl and before long I lost my
grip of her biceps and landed in the water with a loud splash.
When I got up again, I saw her grinning broadly, hands on her
hips, looking down at me. Then she climbed down the latter on
the other side of the wall, slowly disappearing out of my
view. 

[porky]

I swam over to the edge and watched her dry herself with a
towel and lying down on a lounger. She was so beautiful, I
couldn't help but rubbing my crotch against the pool wall. I
caught myself and backed off from the wall. I tried to swim a
couple of rounds, laying back on the air mattress, trying to
divert my thoughts, playing with the ball (it only reminded me
of the experience before, so I chucked it out of the pool
before those memories would become to vivid), but nothing
could stop the images in my brain and the stiffness in my
pants. I had to get away. If I didn't get to release the
pressure built up this afternoon soon I'm definitely going to
start to run around screaming and shouting and drooling and
whatnot. But I didn't really want to go. I swam over to the
edge. Sally was lying on that lounger face down letting her
long arms hang and her hands and forearms just lie on the
ground. That made her broad back flare out; her lats showing
off; her shoulders sticking out left and right over the edge.
She was simply huge! Her back was so wide I could've easily
sat there and have a picknick, just sitting there and not
having a care for the world. 
Her thigh muscles, the quadriceps, were wider than the bed she
was lying on, which draw an interesting (and, at least to me,
highly erotic) shadow underneath it. So, obviously, I didn't
want to go away from that scene. But I couldn't just start
jacking off in here in the pool, could I? The thought
intrigued me: I had an excellent view over her enormous body,
probably the best jerk-off-material ever, and I was partially
obscured. She was facing the other way and was lying a good 15
feet away. Even if she'd get up to take another swim, I'd
have enough time to hide any compromising evidence and just
play it cool. 

My hands wandered down to my bathing suit and started stroking
the bulge through the fabric, which responded by slowly
growing. I moved closer to the edge of the pool and sat on one
of the steps. One of my hands have worked its way into my
shorts and started jacking. She was just lying there, her only
movement was her upper body gently moving up and then gently
moving down again. Almost like she was sleeping. It didn't
take long for me to get my cock to full mast, as I have been
on the edge for quite some time now. I imagined being with
that body, to be able to fondle it, feel it. Lying on her,
straddling her back, placing my hands on her and trying to
squeeze the muscles lying underneath her smooth skin. To feel
her power, her strength, the work she put into building that
monumental body of hers. I looked away from her for a second
to pull down my shorts to wedge them under my balls. It really
was just a second - I mean, who could turn away from that body
for longer than that? But when I looked up again, she had
moved. No idea where those reflexes had come from, but within
an instant I had slid back into the water, my trunks slipping
down to my knees. I grabbed it with my hand and tried pulling
it up without looking like I'm doing what I was doing. Then I
glanced over at her and realized she hadn't gotten up, but
just turned around to lie on her back, her head supported by a
small pillow. She didn't see me, she couldn't have seen me.
Impossible, out of the question. But I still had the scare of
my life. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it was gonna
jump out of my ribcage. I saw that she has made herself
comfortable on the lounger and was lying still again, now
tanning her front. "That's it" I thought to myself "I'm
gonna get outta here. Have I gone crazy, jerking off in our
garden?" I pulled my trunk up and decided on a new plan: get
my cock to go down as much as possible with those breasts,
those arms, those abs and those pecs in view, get out of the
pool, sneak past her without her noticing me and head straight
off to the bathroom to jerk it out. Well, the last parts
should have been easy, but part one of my plan took me some
time alright. I don't know how much longer I had to stay in
the water, but after about two eternities (it felt like that)
my penis was somewhat soft and hideable. So I went up the
stairs and then down the ladder, over to the other lounger
with my towel on it, quickly without even looking at her. My
"excitement" wasn't visible anymore, but I know it was there,
so all I wanted to do is snuck into the house and get this
over with. At least, that was the plan, but something got in
the way: Sally. 

I had dried myself and was on my way to the door when again I
looked at her. My steps slowed and I just kept looking. She
was gleaming with perspiration, as she was lying in the sun
for quite some time. Maybe she'll get a sunburn and then ask
me to rub lotion on her just like the sunscreen. A small moan
escaped my mouth as I remembered the scene. She was such an
amazing specimen of muscularity, and was right before me. Her
eyes were closed so I dared to step a little closer. Her
angelic face with her most adorable tiny nose continued into a
vast, bull-like neck, supported by massive traps on each side.
Her pecs stood out wide and tall brawny as hell, but didn't
take away any attention from her breasts which were heavenly
just to look at. Her abs were deliciously defined like there
was absolutely no body-fat covering those hard bumps. I licked
my lips. Her pelvis flowed into two legs that looked as if
they were as wide, as long and as heavy as myself, complete
with calves that anyone could see with no problems, even from
the front. A good deal of her lower leg was hanging over the
edge, as she was much, much taller as the lounger. I noticed
her feet and how large they were. I don't have a foot-fetish
as such, but any part of Sally's body was just absolutely
mindblowingly beautiful to me, so looking at those size 14
feet made me lightheaded.
Suddenly I wasn't so keen on getting back into the house.
My half-boner was still there, but I held my towel in front of
me so everything was covered. And it wasn't as if I'm doing
something wrong. I was just the little brother watching his
sister sleep. To an unwitting bystander, I was possibly waking
her up for a little chat or a swim. Maybe I was thinking about
ways to play a prank on her that included a bucket and some
ice-cold water. Totally innocent. Well, my thoughts told a
different story. A tale of kissing and snuggling, touching and
fondling, jerking and panting, rubbing and coming, pushing and
licking. I moved closer. She was so sexy in her bikini, a tiny
red bikini with the strings around her neck undone. Her skin
was covered in a layer of moisture with lots of little beads
of sweat forming all over her muscles. Those lucky bastards.
What I would have given to be a drop of fluid on that body,
just like that one that was slowly running down from her pecs.
I watched, mesmerized as it flowed forward, between the crest
of her chest, over her abs, right in the middle of the ridge
before finally landing in her bellybutton. 

Then I had a moment of madness. Looking back at that minute, I
was absolutely barking mad, with some insane superpower
controlling my brain, but at the time it seemed like an
opportunity that I just couldn't miss. "Sally?" I quietly
asked. No reaction. I moved closer. "Sally?" I said a bit
louder. Still no answer, so I stood right next to her. "Hey,
Sally!" I said but she was still out cold. I slowly extended
my arm, trembling, and softly put a finger on her belly. Her
face didn't move a bit. God, it felt like the best thing I
have ever felt. Of course, I came in contact with her body
often before, but now I had the chance to soak up the
sensation on my fingertip. I let it wander over her abs, over
the  knobs on her stomach, driving through and over the
valleys and the canyons sticking out from her.
I know she isn't ticklish, as a little brother I've tried
more than often enough. 
Unfortunately, I am very ticklish, which has caused me to
become the tickle-victim every time I tried it with her. She
would hold me down with her strong arms, sometimes even
straddling me and torture me till I screamed and couldn't
take it anymore. I did that thousands of times, never knowing
why I enjoyed it so much, until the one time I got a little
hard while she handled me. Sally didn't notice, but I surely
did and that's why I have never tried it her since. Well, not
never. I did it a couple of times, pretending to put up a
fight against her superior strength while it was just a way of
getting my hands on her arms in action and rubbing my crotch
against hers. The best way was doing it in the summertime,
when it was hot and humid out and she'd been sweating a bit.
I would poke at her armpits, damp and moist, and try to get as
much as possible on my fingers. Then, later, I would be
sitting in my room and smelling them while jacking off.
So my finger was strolling over her hard abs, those three rows
of muscle. She had a forth row coming out a bit, which
technically made it an eight-pack, but it was nothing compared
to how defined and big (yes, big) the other plates of hard
skin were. Gently, I moved my hand down and placed my palm on
her stomach. I traced my fingers around the trenches that
formed her abdominals collecting her sweet sweat on my finger.
The moisture lubricated my touch and let me stray easily. I
brought my hand up to my mouth to taste it and immediately put
my other hand on her stomach to keep on feeling the wonderful
mass that were her abs. The flavor on my fingers tasted like
nectar intended for the gods, at least to me it did. It was a
bit salty, yet very sweet,  tasting just like the fragrance
she exuded. The excellent taste intoxicated me even more and
shut down the last functioning parts of my brain. 
I knelt down, put a hand on the edge of the lounger, the other
on her thigh and leaned forward. My face got closer to her
upper body and I could feel the heat eradiating from it. Being
so close to her firm belly, I didn't even pay attention to
the hand on her mighty hip, though I can assure you that my
brain did pick the sensation and added it to the experience.
My cock was raging in my pants being jailed in my trunks,
leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I planted a kiss on one of her
abs sticking out and felt the slick skin and the  with my
lips. It was so wonderful, a connection this close to the
woman I so much adored. I licked my lips to collect all of
that wonderful taste and reveled in the sensation to my taste
buds. I touched a spot on her warm exterior with the tip of my
tongue and was amazed at the feeling, as it was soft and
smooth on the surface, but still noticeably pulsing with power
and strength right to her very core. Becoming more bold, I
stuck out my tongue and daringly licked a couple of inches
over the solid mounds, feeling my organ going up and down over
the bumps. Soaking up more of that phenomenal scent and liquid
I came closer and closer to the point where I would just be
creaming my pants, without even touching myself. I probed the
muscle with my tongue and sighed when I couldn't even budge
it the littlest bit. I've reached her bellybutton and
marveled at the tiny puddle of sweat, that has formed there.
It was the sexiest pool, if there even is such a thing. My
mouth was already guiding my head to it before I could even
think about doing what I was about to. Putting my lips over
the little hole and again touching her hard exterior, I sucked
it, filling my mouth with more of that wonderful juice coming
right out of the most wonderful being I know. Again, I tasted
it thoroughly and while deeply inhaling to catch more of her
odor I thanked heavens for this incredible experience. 
Suddenly, she let out a little noise. Now, I have seen and
heard some terrifying things in my life, but that quiet sigh
made me jump back immediately a couple of yards, clutching my
heart and staring in shock at the body before me. It took me a
couple of seconds to realize she hadn't woken up, but those
seconds - hours, to me - were dominated by a fear that gripped
every single part of my body. She was still lying there and
hadn't moved a bit, she just let out that sigh - or was it a
moan? - and never noticed anything around her. She was
probably dreaming about a gentle lover, worshipping her,
wanting to make her feel on top of the world. Truth to be
told, that was exactly what was happening in real life.

I was too scared to continue. That second almost-heart-attack
in one afternoon had reset my brain to my former plan: get out
and jerk off. I grabbed my towel that I left next to her and
leaving without looking at her again (well, actually I did
take a good look at her. Dammit, I'm only human!) I went
straight to the bathroom. I locked the door and  ...  I guess
everyone can imagine what I did next. Twice. 



Authors note: You love it? You hate it? Comments or criticism? Ideas,
wishes, death threats,  anything? Write me!  nelek@gmx.at

[iome60]

awesome work!
I read your works on DtV, and I hope to read more! (chapter five, if I remember exactly...)
you have a rea talent for telling tales!

[porky]

I'm not the author of the story, I just found it on dtv's misc story section (hidden between tons of generic wrestling stories).

There are more parts which are just as good. I'm sure he would like to hear from the fans. Maybe it will motivate him to write more.