Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[grbaclig]

Part 4, Chapter 70

        Lauren kept her promise, and when I woke up in the morning it felt as though I had gotten hit by a bus, with aches all over my body and my head swimming.  However, I found the energy to go out and run an important errand while Lauren was getting ready.  When I returned, Lauren was bent over her suitcase, packing up for our flight back home.  Even in jeans and a simple blouse, her curvy little body excited me, and her shining black hair was hypnotic as it waved in the breeze from the fan.  “Hey I have an idea,” I said.  “Let's get lunch at the lounge where we first met.”
        “It's got to be better than eating at the airport,” Lauren agreed.
        A few minutes later we were walking into the nearly empty lounge, and laughing.  “It's so tacky,” I said.  “Even by Las Vegas standards.  Did they redecorate it since we were here?”
        “If so they need to ask for their money back,” Lauren said.  “Maybe it looks better at night.”
        “I probably didn't notice because I was distracted by this little hottie I met at the bar,” I said.
        Lauren blushed and batted her eyes as we walked to the bar, and sat down in the seats where we first met.  Then I reached into my pocket and took out the ring that I bought that morning.  I had planned something corny and romantic to say, but I never got the chance because Lauren was upon me instantly, covering me with kisses.  “Oh it's lovely,” Lauren said.  “It's simple and elegant, and the diamond has perfect clarity.  I can't believe I didn't see this coming.”
        “You're probably still woozy from last night,” I joked.  “I know I am.”
        “I sure worked up an appetite,” Lauren said.  “I hope the brunch here is better than the décor.”

        The brunch was lousy, but it was the most enjoyable meal that I had eaten in a long time, because I spent it with the love of my life.  By the time we got to the airport I was in high spirits.  But it didn't take Lauren long to get serious.  “So what are we going to do about your sister?” she asked as we settled into our business class seats.
        I looked around nervously.  “We can't talk about that here,” I said.  “People could be listening.”
        “Oh relax,” Lauren said.  “Everyone around us is watching movies with their headphones on.”
        “I don't know...” I said, scrutinizing the stewardess that approached us with hot towels.
        “Come on Rick,” Lauren teased.  “Kylie's not a real super-villain.  She doesn't have spies.”
        “I don't know,” I said, checking out the switches on my seat.  “The plane might be bugged.”
        “Do you know how much security you would have to circumvent to plant a listening device on a modern airplane?” Lauren asked.  “And I'm not just talking about guards.  The sweeps for bombs and detonators are really comprehensive.  Kylie's way too direct for something like that.  Besides, she doesn't care about technology unless it's something she can use to show off her tits.”
        I laughed at Lauren's joke.  “She just won't put those things away,” I muttered.
        Once she sensed I was more at ease, Lauren went right back at it.  “More than anything, I'm worried about the women that are living with Kylie,” she said.  “They've cut themselves off from the outside world, and she's basically brainwashed those women into being living sex toys.  Not to mention the millions of dollars in stolen gold and jewels that she manipulated them into stealing.”
        “Should we call the police?” I asked.  “We don't have any more evidence than they do.”
        Lauren puckered in concentration.  “Well, maybe we can go undercover at that palace of hers,” she suggested.  “You're family after all.  We can snoop around and find something incriminating.”
        “What like in the movies?” I asked.  “That's insane.  If she catches us, she'll kill us.”
        “I'm sure she wouldn't kill us, Rick,” Lauren said with a wink.  “A few broken bones at worst.”
        “No way,” I said.  “No way we're going to snoop around like kid detectives on TV.”
        Lauren smiled and batted her eyelashes as she coquettishly undid the top two buttons on her blouse to expose a plume of delicious creamy cleavage.  “Oh, I'll get my way,” she purred.
        “No way,” I said firmly.  “That's not going to work.  You're not going to get your way this time.“

        Two days later, Lauren and I were standing at the front gate of Kylie's Palace of Pump, after elbowing through the herd of reporters and cameramen that followed Kylie's every move.  “I told you that I would get my way,” Lauren giggled.
        I nearly lost my breath when the gate finally swung open.  Kylie's estate now took up most of the North side of town, and all across its manicured lawns athletically built women in skimpy clothes were running, lifting weights, or practicing martial arts.  When we got to the front door of the palace, we were greeted by a tall beautiful blonde woman with a figure like a fashion model and muscles like a weightlifter, clad in a skimpy French maid outfit.  “Welcome to the Palace of Pump,” she said.  “Miss O'Reilly is in her chambers entertaining an important guest at the moment.”
        “Oh that's okay,” Lauren said with delight.  “We'll just look around.  This place is great!”
        “Actually, Miss O'Reilly instructed me to bring you directly to her,” the maid said with a curtsey.
        “Hold on,” Lauren said.  “You're Sara Stone, the crossfit champion.  Why are you in that outfit?”
        Sara smiled and blushed.  “It's a game that Kylie likes to play,” she said.  “She calls it 'good help is hard to find'.  I dress like a maid and clean up around the place, and sometimes she catches me and scolds me for missing a spot, and then she ravishes me.  I just wish there was less cleaning and more ravishing.” 
        Lauren and I looked uneasily at each other as the professional athlete turned indentured servant led us up the stairs and into Kylie's loft.  Kylie was reclining on her chaise lounge, completely naked except for the gold and white silk loincloth around her waist, an extravagantly bejeweled headband on her head, and a collection of glittering rings on her fingers and toes.  Beside her stood an elegant brunette woman in a smart suit, who fidgeted nervously as Kylie flicked through her phone.  “Rick,” Lauren whispered.  “That's Bea Buono, the Prime Minister of Hurdigurdistan!  She's one of People magazine's 50 most beautiful people, and the former Secretary General of the UN!”
        “Not bad, Bea,” Kylie said as she flicked through some photos on her phone.  “Two dozen diplomatic license plates, and a whole case of diplomatic bags.  This will keep the cops off my back.”
        The Prime Minister blushed and nervously fixed her hair.  “I just want to make you happy, Kylie,” she said anxiously, like a child awaiting a gift.  “I would do anything for you.  Anything.”
        “I'll bet you would,” Kylie laughed as she motioned for Sara Stone, her maid.  “But we had a deal.  If you brought me diplomatic license plates for my cars and diplomatic bags for my things, I would let you lick whipped cream and cherries off of my body.  We agreed on 3 cherries, didn't we?”
        “Oh yes,” Bea Buono panted as Kylie's maid presented a gold serving tray with two small crystal bowls, one with cherries and one with whipped cream.  “I was good, so I get to lick your body.”
        “Well,” Kylie said, stretching her chiseled bulk out on her chaise.  “Here I am.  Get to licking.”
        The gorgeous European woman was trembling with excitement as she spooned some whipped cream onto Kylie's right nipple, then daintily placed a cherry atop the fluffy white dollop.  Kylie smiled as the sophisticated beauty got down on her knees, and placed her hands on Kylie's abs to brace herself as she leaned forward.  But Bea Buono froze for a moment, staring at Kylie's muscle-packed torso as her hands grasped at Kylie's shredded abs and serratus muscles.  “You seem a little distracted,” Kylie giggled as she began to stroke the older woman's hair.  “See something you like?”
        “Oh Kylie,” Bea said adoringly.  “Your muscles are just so big, and so perfectly shaped.  I never dreamed that that a woman could be so powerful, and yet so beautiful.  You're a goddess.”
        “Yeah I know,” Kylie said, stroking her massively meaty thighs as she examined the cuts in her quadriceps muscles.  “But you better hurry and start licking up that whipped cream.  Otherwise it might start to melt.  Then you would have to lick all that sweet sticky cream from my muscles, running your tongue along the cuts of my diamond-hard eight-pack.  You wouldn't want that would you?”
        The Prime Minister of Hurdigurdistan closed her eyes and bit her lip, shaking as if trying to resist being overwhelmed by her lust for my kid sister.  Carefully, she leaned forward and cradled Kylie's massive breast in both her hands, and then cupped her mouth around the whipped cream and the cherry as she moaned with ecstasy.  “Lucky bitch,” Sara Stone muttered under her breath as Kylie giggled.
        “Ooh.  How nice.  This isn't the first time you've sucked on a titty,” Kylie said to Bea Buono, who was now flushed with desire and licking her lips.  “You're pretty good at it, in fact.”
        “I spend every night thinking of how I can please you, Kylie,” Bea panted as she took another dollop of whipped cream, and plopped it onto Kylie's right bicep.
        With a smile Kylie flexed her arm, and the glimmering whipped cream sat atop her towering bicep like a snowcap on a mountain.  Bea Buono shuddered as she placed the cherry atop Kylie's titanic peak, and to steady herself she placed her left hand against Kylie's volleyball-sized forearm, and her right hand against the swell of muscle where Kylie's pectoral and deltoid met.  “You two better wait downstairs,” Kylie said to Lauren and I suddenly.  “I think I know where cherry number 3 is going, and it might take a while for her to finish licking everything she needs to lick.”

[Jeremy Lightning]

Interesting stuff, I mean it does seem like Kylie is becoming more and more powerful in terms of attracting the most powerful people politically, but the Prime Minister of a country, that is something special right there. I look forward to seeing where this goes, as always. You keep up the wonderful work, grbaclig, k+!

[Saxony Red Devil]

Hurdigurdistan! XD

[weaponzero]

Not gonna lie.  I laughed pretty hard at that too.  It's a good thing I wasn't drinking or my drink would have ended up all over me.

[nickolai]

Just a ridiculously good read.

[grbaclig]

Part 4, Chapter 71

        Sara Stone, dressed in her skimpy French maid's outfit, moved to escort us out of Kylie's loft, but froze as soon as she glanced back over her shoulder at the lesbian love scene that played out on Kylie's chaise lounge.  Bea Buono, the former Secretary General of the United Nations, was kissing her way up the golden-brown boulder of Kylie's bicep, toward the blob of whipped cream that rested atop it, stopping only to lock eyes with Kylie as she licked up a trail of sticky white cream that had dribbled down Kylie's bicep, tracing the contours of the striated mound of muscle as it melted. 
        Sara slowly lost interest in us as Bea began to lovingly lick the whipped cream from around the cherry atop Kylie's arm, groping Kylie's bicep with both hands, her tongue strokes punctuated with proclamations of love and awe.  “Oh Kylie, your muscles fill me a desire that I've never known before,” Bea panted.  “The beauty and power of your physique are evocative of an Olympian ideal, but no sculptor of antiquity dared to dream of a body as perfectly muscled and bountifully endowed as yours.”
        “I know that already,” Kylie scoffed.  “But keep talking.  Tell me how sexy my muscles are.”
        “That lucky bitch,” Sara Stone muttered again.  "I wish I got to lick Kylie's muscles."
        Then, as if Kylie had heard her, she turned to Sara and winked flirtatiously, puckering her lips as she did.  Sara blushed and giggled, squirming in her high heels and stockings as the beautiful head of state continued to worship my 14-year-old little sister's muscles.  “Oh Kylie, to touch your body is ecstasy,” Bea Buono continued, stopping to slurp the cherry from Kylie's bicep, “to taste your skin is euphoria, and to smell your scent is... intoxication.”
        “Now's our chance,” Lauren whispered to me as Sara Stone began to masturbate aggressively as she watched Bea crawl over Kylie's massively muscled body, working her way toward Kylie's pelvis with a bowl of whipped cream in her hand and a cherry tucked between her lips.
        And so we crept downstairs, as the sounds of Bea and Sara moaning with pleasure mixed with the sound of Kylie giggling with amusement.  “Where do we even start?” I asked.  “This place is huge.”
        “How about there?” Lauren said, pointing to a doorway in the distance that was out of sight of the front door, and guarded by a powerfully muscled raven-haired woman standing over six feet tall.
        The guard carried and assault rifle, and wore a stern look on her face and a camouflage bikini wrapped around her hulking body.  “Okay, how are we going to get past Rambo's sister?” I asked.
        “Leave that to me,” Lauren said with a wink as she undid the top buttons of her blouse.  “You just hide here behind this pillar and wait for my signal.”
        I watched in nervous anticipation as my girlfriend casually approached the scowling amazon with a wave.  “Hi, my name is... um... Jane,” she said cheerily.  “I'm new here.  What's your name?”
        The towering woman looked down at Lauren.  “You should not be here,” she said in a husky voice tinged with a Russian accent.
        Lauren tucked her shoulders in, turned her toes inward, and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.  “Ooh, the strong silent type,” Lauren said with a giggle. 
        “Go back to your exercises, little one,” the imposing guard said, smirking slightly.
        “I know I should be exercising,” Lauren said, “but Kylie says that women should aggressively pursue what they want.  And I've always had a thing for hunkettes.  And your muscles are awesome.”
        The guard's body language seemed to soften at the mention of Kylie's name.  “So you want to touch my muscles?” the guard smirked as Lauren traced a finger along her muscle-cabled forearms.
        “Actually, I want to eat your pussy,” Lauren purred.  “And maybe touch your muscles later.”
        The guard smiled and laid down her gun.  “OK little one,” she said.  “Let's have some fun.”
        “Eep!” Lauren squeaked in alarm as the guard picked her up like a doll and flipped her upside down, so that Lauren's knees were resting on the big woman's broad shoulders.
        Lauren's clung to the guard's torso, her hair hanging down and brushing the floor while her skirt was completely upside down, covering her torso and leaving her lower body completely bare except for her lacy black panties and black sandals.  The hulking Russian woman smiled as she looked down at Lauren's panties.  “OK little one,” the brawny woman chuckled.  “Are you ready?”
        “I'm ready,” Lauren said as she untied the guard's camouflage panties.  “Are you?”
        The guard smiled and opened her mouth to speak, but almost instantly her eyes popped open and her jaw went slack, as Lauren began to vigorously lick her vulva up and down.  From where I stood, I could see Lauren's head bob up and down, and wiggle back and forth.  The towering guard, once so formidable with her muscular physique and oversized assault rifle, was now whimpering and shaking, powerless as she slumped against the wall with her arms ramrod straight at her sides as he fingers curled.  “Hvatit,” she moaned.  “Perestan' lizat' menya.”
        If Lauren understood what the guard was saying, but she didn't react.  Instead she continued to wiggle her face in the amazonian Russian's crotch until finally, after nearly a minute of attention from Lauren's expert tongue, the tall woman collapsed against the wall and slid unconscious to the floor.  As the guard fell, Lauren flipped gently forward, her left leg touching the ground followed by her right, landing gracefully on her feet as her skirt and hair flopped back into place. 
        Lauren was wiping her mouth with the fingers of her right hand when, suddenly, another hulking woman in a camouflaged bikini appeared from the door behind her.  This woman was blonde and nearly as big as the first guard, and she instantly noticed her comrade slumped motionless on the ground.  “What did you do to her?” she demanded, grabbing Lauren's left arm.
        “The same thing I'm about to do to you!” Lauren said as she licked the fingers of her right hand.
        Then Lauren expertly tucked her right hand between the blonde guard's bulging thighs, deftly maneuvering her fingers around the camouflaged bikini bottom until she was knuckle-deep in the amazon's vagina.  “Oh.  My.  God,” the tall blonde moaned as she began to break out in a sweat.  “What are... what are you doing... to my pussy?”
        “Showing it the time of it's life,” Lauren said as the second guard slumped against the doorway.
        The blonde woman mewled and closed her eyes, her body began trembling as Lauren continued to massage her vulva.  After about 30 seconds Lauren reached out with her free hand and gently tweaked the guard's erect nipple through the fabric of her bikini top.  At the touch of Lauren's fingers on her nipple, the guard gasped loudly and crossed her eyes, then dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes as liquid seeped from between her legs.  Lauren casually licked her fingers as she peeked through the doorframe.  Her eyes lit up and she turned back around, waving frantically for me.
        As I joined Lauren at the once-guarded doorway, she grabbed me excitedly.  “We did it, Rick!” she whispered joyously.  “It's all in there!  Just take a look!”
        I looked through the doorframe down into a large basement, and was nearly knocked over with a blast of heat.  Below us was a gigantic furnace where gold was being smelted and re-shaped by a bevy of well-muscled young women in leather aprons and industrial goggles.  Their bodies glistened with sweat as they fed ingots bearing the marks of banks and governments into the furnace, and their muscles rippled with effort as they removed ingots from molds and stamped them with Kylie's Venus mirror logo.  “I was right,” I muttered.  “My kid sister is a super villain.”
        “That's got to be at least $100 million in gold!” Lauren said, taking out her phone.  “Let's get photos and videos.  Be sure to get the markings on the ingots, so we can prove they were stolen.”
        My nerves were on edge as I took photo after photo of Kylie's gold laundering operation, checking over my shoulder every second in case more guards arrived.  Lauren took panoramic videos capturing both the stolen gold and the hallway, so there could be no doubt we were in Kylie's palace.
        “OK,” I said, my knees knocking.  “I think we have enough evidence, let's go.”
        “Hold on,” Lauren said.  “I'm uploading these to the cloud right now, just in case.”
        Then the crushing realization of the moment hit me, and I felt sick with fear.  My 14-year-old kid sister was not just the strongest, most muscular, most famous, and most desired person on earth.  She was an honest-to-goodness super villain, complete with a decadent lair, armed guards, and an army of rigorously trained devotees.  We were in trouble.  “Let's go.  Now!” I hissed.
        Lauren and I moved quickly for the door, and even more quickly out of the Palace of Pump, our hearts racing, certain that we were about to be caught.  But there were no guards in sight.  We tried to look inconspicuous as we began down the walkway to the gates of Kylie's property, and to our freedom.  But then our forward progress stopped.  The ground fell away from me, and my feet dangled uselessly in the air as I was raised up into the air by a steely hands on my neck.  “Oh no,” Lauren squealed as she dangled beside me, clutching her phone to her chest.
        Then I heard a horrifyingly familiar giggle from behind me, and my blood turned so cold that my fingers and toes went numb.  “Where do you two think you're going?” Kylie crowed as she raised us higher into the air, shaking us like ragdolls.  “The party is just getting started.”

[grbaclig]

Hurdigurdistan! XD

I hope that didn't offend anyone, or seem too crass.  I was struggling to come up with a fake country name that sounded realistic, but didn't sound too similar to a real country.  [try it yourselves, it's really hard to do]

Instead I just went with a combination of syllables silly enough to be in the Muppet show.

I'm happy that a couple people got a nice laugh at least.

[grbaclig]

Just a ridiculously good read.

Thanks!

There have been some ups and downs, and I lost the plot once or twice, but I'm pretty happy with it.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Oh-oh, could this be the final confrontation, the thing that leads to the end of the story? I have enjoyed this story a great deal, but I feel like the end should be coming soon, and if it is, then I'm completely okay with it, because this has been one of the longest, best written stories that I have seen on here. If it's not, then I look forward to seeing more of Kylie showing off her insane muscle and super strength.  k+!

[Saxony Red Devil]

Hurdigurdistan! XD

I hope that didn't offend anyone, or seem too crass.  I was struggling to come up with a fake country name that sounded realistic, but didn't sound too similar to a real country.  [try it yourselves, it's really hard to do]

Instead I just went with a combination of syllables silly enough to be in the Muppet show.

I'm happy that a couple people got a nice laugh at least.

No offence at all, it's hilarious! XD

[ThomasElliot]

I really want to like this story, but I have a sinking feeling that it's going to end with Kylie winning, and that's gonna ruin it for me. But a fantastically written tale that I, for the most part, really enjoyed!

[weaponzero]

Does this mean we aren't gonna see Kylie vs. Superman even though it was set up?

[Jeremy Lightning]

It may still happen as a part of the ending part, after all, they did send those pics and videos to the cloud. They might have been sent elsewhere, like Superman's fortress of solitude. We'll see.

[billz]

Great set up. Hoping the about to be confrontation ends with Kylie easily winning and proving herself to be a literal goddess, capable of any feat. Just wish it also involved some sort of happy resolution between her and Rick (preferably hooking up with him coming to terms with her awesomeness), but given the rest of the story up to this point I'm doubtful.

[Lupus753]

I'm rooting for Lauren, as my fetish for gentle-hearted strongwomen is more powerful than my festish for superstrong mean girls.