Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[weaponzero]

If that isn't an obvious setup for Lauren to eventually be the one to take down Kylie, I don't know what is...

[ame3cv62]

Omg will love to see that

[tamorr]

I hope that their will be in your ideas, a physical contact between the mom and the dad or the son, so we can keep track of the mother muscular condition and strength 😉👍👍

[grbaclig]

Part 4, Chapter 68

        Kylie then turned her attention to my father, unhooking the contraption that held his eyes open and kept them from drying out.  “Well daddy,” she sneered as she loosed the belts that had restrained him.  “Aren't you proud of me?  Not only am I the biggest, strongest and most famous person in the world, I just out-screwed a room-full of porn stars.  You may congratulate me now.“
        Dad said nothing, instead he simply slumped over like a deflated balloon, sobbing.  “Oh dear,” mom said sadly.  “Kylie finally broke her father.  What on earth am I going to do with him now?”
        “Who cares?” Allison snorted.  “He's a sexist pig.  He never appreciated Kylie.  But you know if he had a son that was bigger, stronger, and sexier than anyone else on earth, he'd be super proud.  But God forbid that a girl be strong and sexual.  A classic case of Hooter Envy, if you ask me.”
        “There's no such thing as Hooter Envy,” I groaned, causing Lauren so squeeze my hand.
        “Stay boring, Rick,” she whispered soothingly, knowing that breasts were a sore topic with me.
        “But it's some dumb thing Kylie made up,” I whispered.  “And everybody is acting like it's real.”
        All of a sudden, Kylie was upon us.  “What were you two saying?” she asked.
        “Um... We were talking about your outfit,” Lauren said, thinking quickly.  “Those jewels are all at least 20 carats, and that dress had to cost a fortune, too.  And that's not to mention all the gold.  That's probably the most expensive outfit anyone has ever worn.”
        “It totally is,” Kylie said, smiling smugly.  “I had my accountants add it all up before I left.”
        “It's a lovely dress, Kylie,” mom said.  “It's a shame you couldn't find a necklace to go with it.”
        “I don't wear necklaces anymore,” Kylie said, looking down at her sprawling chest, and smiling.  “Sometimes my pecs twitch, and they destroy anything caught between them.  Gold gets bent, chains get snapped, diamonds get cracked.  What can I say, these babies have a mind of their own?”
        “That's impossible,” I blurted out, my frustration finally getting the better of me.  “Diamonds are the hardest things on earth, you can't just crack them with your stupid chest muscles.”
        Allison and mom gasped in shock, Kylie grimaced in anger, and I froze in fear.  “Don't you ever talk that way about my pecs!” Kylie barked.  “The development of my pectoral muscles has redefined the limits of human muscularity and strength.  They are the most perfect muscles on my perfect body.  But once again, you're doubting their power.  So you must need a demonstration.”
        Then Kylie took Lauren by the wrist and pulled off her engagement ring, moving so quickly and gracefully that Lauren barely had time to react.  Kylie snickered as looked at the modest diamond ring that I had given to Lauren to profess my undying love, then she placed it gently between her pectorals, right where the muscle segments took on a scalloped appearance as they swelled together at her sternum.  Then I felt despair wash over me as my kid sister clasped her hands together and squeezed her pecs, which swelled up as thick as cinder blocks, obscuring her chin as they churned with power, until a tiny popping sound was heard.  “No way,” Lauren squeaked.
        Kylie giggled as she relaxed her monstrous pectoral muscles, revealing a tiny smear of sparkling black dust that had once been a diamond, and a paper-thin scrap of gold that had once been a ring.  Kylie smiled as she puckered her lips and blew a stream of air downward toward her gargantuan pecs, scattering the diamond dust in the air in a fine sparkling haze as the gold leaf floated lazily to the ground.  “Diamonds aren't the hardest thing on earth, Rick,” Kylie bragged.  “I am.”
        “Kylie! That was my engagement ring!” Lauren cried, her eyes starting to water.
        “Quit your whining, Lingster,” Kylie said dismissively.  “With the money I gave Rick on my birthday, he can afford to buy you a real ring.  Oh you're all welcome for the gifts by the way, even though you never thanked me for them.  You know, the gifts that I gave you on my birthday.”
        “I could never thank you enough, Kylie,” Allison said reverentially as she gazed at my busty, musclebound kid sister.  “Not just for the gifts, but for everything that you do for women everywhere, just by being so amazing.  You're a goddess.  You're my goddess.”
        “Yeah I know,” Kylie said as she walked to the other side of the room and took her purse from the chair where in lay, pausing briefly to examine the massive blocks of her calf muscles in the mirror.
        As Kylie headed for the door, we all waited nervously, as if we were afraid to move without Kylie's permission.  And in a way, that's exactly what was happening.  And I hated it.  I had spent the past couple of months trying to be boring, so Kylie would have no reason to pay attention to me, but seeing her destroy Lauren's engagement ring made my blood boil.  I was shaking with anger as she passed us on the way to the door.  I had never wanted to hit someone so bad in my entire life, but at the same time I knew that my blows would only bounce uselessly off the steely bulk of her muscular physique.  I ran through a million scenarios in my mind—clubs, knives, guns, tanks—but even my own revenge fantasies ended in defeat, with my 14-year-old sister laughing at my attempts to hurt her as she flexed her colossal muscles again and again, displaying her completely unblemished body in all its Olympian glory.  I was as helpless against her in my imagination as I was in real life.
        And then, to my horror, Kylie stopped in her tracks just as she was about to leave the room.  Silently and purposefully she turned back toward us and began walking toward me.  My heart nearly stopped.  But then Kylie passed me by and strolled up to Allison, looking her up and down as she puckered approvingly.  “You know what, Allison?” she said.  “Your body kills in that dress.”
        All of a sudden my anger and fear were overwhelmed by surprise at Kylie's words.  Not once since they first met had Kylie called Allison by her name.  Allison looked just as startled at the turn of events as me, looking to the side and tucking her hair behind her ear to hide her wide eyes and growing smile.  “Thanks Kylie,” Allison tittered, struggling to contain her excitement.  “I've been following your workout programs, and I've been taking your supplements, and I've been taking your breast enhancement pills, and I got this hairstyle from the video you did in April about summer hairdos for girls with wavy hair, and I know you like when girls with red hair wear green because you said that in your AMA last year on November 9th.”
        “Finally somebody listens to me,” Kylie said.  “And I can tell you've been listening to my advice on concentration curls, too, because your biceps have some serious mass.  Just how big are your arms?”
        “18 inches,” Allison said, sounding proud and nervous at once.  “I wish they were bigger, but I've only been lifting seriously for a few months now.”
        “Don't be so hard on yourself,” Kylie said, her eyes flashing with a sinister hungry light.  “How many 18 year olds have 18 inch arms?  And I'll bet they look awesome.  Hit a double biceps pose for me, let's check them out.”
        Allison blushed with excitement as she raised her arms and flexed her biceps, her arms swelling with muscles so big and sculpted that would shame nearly every female bodybuilder on earth, and some male bodybuilders as well.  The green fishnet of Allison's dress stretched and stretched as she pumped her arms again and again, giggling with joy at Kylie's approval, until finally the delicate fabric split, making way for the angular peaks of her biceps.  “Oh fuck yeah!” Allison exclaimed.
        “Don't you just love flexing out of your clothes?' Kylie asked as she looked Allison up and down.  “It's sexy as hell and it's a great excuse to go shopping.  Now let's see those lats.”
        Allison was glowing with pride as she put her hands on her waist in a posture that was so evocative of a professional bodybuilder that it must have been well-rehearsed.  Then she flared her back, causing wings of female muscle to spread outward from her trunk, further shredding her dress as their swelling pushed through the green fishnet.  “I love this pose,” Allison giggled.  “My waist looks tiny and my boobs look so big and so round.  And my legs looks super hot.”
        “I definitely agree,” Kylie said, overtly ogling Allison's out-thrust breasts.  “I love the way v-taper emphasizes the female figure while also projecting strength.  Don't you feel strong and sexy?”
        “I feel so strong, and so sexy,” Allison said proudly, looking down at her chiseled physique.
        “And you look strong and sexy,” Kylie said with a wink.  “In fact I can barely control myself.  Would you mind if I touched your lats?”
        “Of course,” Allison tittered.  “You can touch any part of me you want to.  Please touch me.”
        Kylie smirked as she deftly slid her hands up Allison's waist, and along the expanse of her flaring latimus dorsi muscles, puckering with approval.  “You've got a thick back, girl,” Kylie said.
        “I do so many pull-ups and rows,” Allison said, as Kylie continued to run her hands up and down Allison's lats.  “Because I know you like girls with big tits, big lats, and a small waist.”
        “Allison, did you build all this muscle just to get my attention?” Kylie asked with a wry smile.
        “I didn't know what else to do,” Allison said as tears began to well in her eyes, and Kylie stepped back, and took her hands.  “Every other boy or girl that I wanted just fell at my feet, but you wouldn't even acknowledge me.  I wanted you so badly, and I couldn't even get close to you.”
        “You're close to me now,” Kylie purred.  “Would you like to get closer to me?”
        “Yes,” Allison sobbed, looking down at Kylie.  “I want to get as close to you as I possibly can.”

[Jeremy Lightning]

I would say that now Lauren has every reason to try her sexual skills on Kylie and get her to submit to her, now that she crushed the engagement ring that Rick gave to her, but the timing isn't right for that just now, as it appears that Allison finally got Kylie's attention, for the first time in a long time, without Lola in the picture, Allison is the primary muscle female other than Kylie. But we'll see where this goes from here. I look forward to it! k+!

[giantgirl7foot2]

I so love everything Kylie does and crushes. Amazing story!

[robby]

I wonder I Kylie is actually interested by Allison or if she's planning come kind of cruel joke.

[ame3cv62]

Yes i agree a cruel joke

[Sicod]

I don't know if there are any Baki fans in the crew, but Kylie reminds me of Yujiro Hanma from that program. She is just on another level from everybody she goes against and at this time it looks like the story might end with her never losing.

Now there is at least one fight in Baki that Yujiro did not win (did not lose either, his opponent literally DIED temporarily, to stop the fight...this show is clearly a bit out there with what you can do with martial arts), and at one point Baki was able to go toe to toe with him, but to my knowledge Yujiro is never humbled.

[grbaclig]

Part 4, Chapter 69

        Kylie pulled Allison close into an embrace, and then began to sway her hips back and forth, as if dancing to music that only they could hear. 
        It was a surreal scene, and I couldn't help but remember when Allison and Kylie first met.  Allison stood in our living room in a red slingshot bikini that showed off the cover-girl face and porn-star body that every guy in town dreamed of having, her face showing excited awe as she looked at my 12-year-old sister, as well as a spark of lust that I didn't notice until weeks later.  Kylie stood in the kitchen in a wearing a pink sweatsuit that concealed a powerful muscular body that no other 12-year old could dream of having, her face showing practiced nonchalance as she looked at my 17-year-old girlfriend, as well as a spark of lust that I hadn't noticed at the time. 
        It had been little more than a year since that first fateful meeting, and now here they were, entwined in an embrace.  Kylie was in control of Allison as they swayed back and forth, and as Allison melted into my little sister's embrace, I remembered something that Kylie had said last year, after she had mauled Kevin King and his friends in the park.  Kylie had just told Allison that she preferred girls to boys, Allison had asked Kylie what type of girls she liked.  Kylie's words rang in my ears.  “Tall, red hair, green eyes, big boobs, fit, confident, sexually aggressive.  And I especially like it when they have wimpy dorky boyfriends that I can steal them away from,” Kylie had said.
        But Kylie didn't need to steal Allison from me.  Allison threw herself at Kylie again and again, desperate for Kylie's attention, and slowly making herself into the kind of woman that Kylie wanted.  And it looked like she had finally succeeded.  Allison was savoring her prize, groping Kylie's shoulders back and arms as she stared lustily down at the busty 14-year-old juggernaut.
        Finally Kylie spoke.  “Is this close enough?” she asked.
        “No,” Allison breathed.  “I want to be closer.  I want to be part of everything you do.”
        Kylie found a stray scrap of Allison's torn green fishnet dress, and began to wind it around her fingers.  “Would you like to help me work out?” Kylie asked.  “You could towel me off when I get too sweaty, and you could touch my muscles and feel them getting bigger as I pump them harder and harder and harder.  Would you like that?”
        “Yes,” Allison gulped.  “I want to see your power.  I want to feel your strength.”
        Kylie began to pull the green fishnet away from Allison 's body, revealing her creamy white flesh.  “Would you like to worship me?” Kylie asked.  “You could rub oil over every inch of my body, until I shine like the golden goddess that I am, and you could measure my muscles one at a time, and tell me how sexy they are.  Would you like that?”
        “Yes,” Allison panted.  “I want to worship you.  I want to bask in your beauty and your power.”
        The sound of Allison's dress tearing filled the room as Kylie tore it from her body with one quick motion.  “Would you like to sleep with me?”  Kylie asked.  “You could make love to the most beautiful women in the world, all of your bodies entwined while you touch me and kiss me and lick me, as I show you pleasures that no one else could even dream of.  Would you like that?”
        “Yes,” Allison begged.  “I want to fuck you so bad!”
        “Well why didn't you say so?” Kylie smirked.
        Then Kylie leaned Allison over as if they were dancing the tango, her gigantic breasts spilling onto Allison, her pouty lips nearing Allison's own.  Allison was breathing heavily now.  “Please Kylie,” she panted.  “Be gentle with me.”
        “No,” Kylie said in a voice that dripped both honey and venom.
        Then my kid sister and my ex-girlfriend locked lips, and Allison's body began to quake.  Kylie's kiss was aggressive and passionate, and it made Allison tremble and squirm, her legs twitching and her fingers curling.  Finally, Allison moaned as her body tightened with orgasm, a stream of ejaculate squirting from between her legs as Kylie pulled out of the kiss.  “Oh Kylie,” Allison sighed dreamily as she slumped smiling into unconsciousness, draped over Kylie's muscle-packed arm.  “I love you...”
        “Yeah, I know,” Kylie said as she tossed Allison's naked body over her shoulder.
        Then in a remarkable display of manual dexterity, Kylie used her free hand to open her purse, remove her phone and dial a number.  “Bring the limo around,” she said into the phone. “The party was boring, but I'm going home with the hottest piece of ass, as always.”
        “No Kylie!” a voice called out from the pile of exhausted adult actresses.  “Don't leave me!”
        “Please Kylie, I need you!” begged another, as pleas for Kylie's attention began to fill the room.
        “Oh my perfect little muscle princess is so popular,” mom bragged to Lauren.  “It's always been like this, you know.  She's always been the belle of the ball.”
        Kylie smirked arrogantly as she slid her phone back into her purse, and turned to leave with Allison draped over her massive shoulder, smiling as if she were having the best dream of her life.  As Kylie walked past me I remembered the past year spent with Allison, and I remembered all the changes that she and I had undergone as we grew into ourselves, and despite the abuse and heartache that Allison had put me through, I felt a pang of sympathy for her.  “She loves you,” I said to Kylie as she walked toward the door.
        “Yeah, I know,” Kylie said.  “She's only told me like a million times.”
        “No Kylie,” I said.  “She really loves you.  You mean everything to her.  If you play with her and throw her away like you did with Lola, it will kill her.  Please, for once in your life, be nice.”
        Kylie stopped in her tracks at the threshold of the door, and turned to face me, sighing deeply as if she found my appeal to be exasperating.  “Rick, I'm a total goddess,” she said.  “I do whatever I want to whomever I want for as long as I want.  And nothing is going to change that.”
        “Kylie,” I said, looking my little sister in her cold blue eyes.  “You can't keep treating  people this way.”
        Kylie rolled her eyes and sighed again.  “First of all, yes I totally can.  And maybe if you weren't so self-centered, and actually paid attention to me every once in a while, you would know that.”  Then Kylie's tone changed from condescending to lascivious as she hungrily eyed Allison, and began to rub her muscular buttocks.  “Second, if you knew anything about women or about passion, you'd understand that Allison would give her life and everything she owns for just one night with me.  And you know what, she's going to get a lot more than one night with me.  It might take a whole year for me to get bored of playing with this hot little body of hers.  So really, I'm doing her a favor.”
        “Oh my little angel is so generous,” mom gushed.  “She always does so much to help others.”
        “Kylie...” I said as she turned to go, grasping in vain for words that would melt her icy heart.
        But then Kylie was gone, and without her imperious presence the room erupted into a flurry of activity, with the two record-keepers packing up to leave, and a 30 adult film actresses pledging their undying love to my muscle-bound 14-year-old little sister, and begging for her touch.
        I looked uneasily at Lauren.  I didn't know what to say.  She didn't know what to say either.

        Lauren and I tried to go out on the town, but we didn't feel much like celebrating, so we wound up sitting on our hotel bed, finishing our room service meals.  Finally Lauren spoke.  “It was really cool that you tried to stand up for Allison,” she said.  “In spite of everything that she put you through.”
        “It wasn't about Allison,” I sighed.  “It was about Kylie.  She can't keep treating people like this.”
        “You're right,” Lauren said.  “We have to do something.  We have to stop her somehow.”
        I was startled to hear Lauren's suggestion.  “What can we do?” I asked.  “She's rich, she's famous, she's super strong, and she can control women's minds somehow.”
        “It's a sexual thing,” Lauren said.  “Kylie has a sexual energy you can feel, even when you're in a different room.  And when you're close to her, it's overwhelming.  And by the way, guys go nuts over her too, especially online.  It's just that women are a lot more sensitive to emotions and passions than men are.  And emotionally unstable women are even more sensitive.”
        I shifted uncomfortably.  “So, when you're around Kylie..?” I asked.
        Lauren shrugged.  “I feel it too.  It's impossible not to feel it.  She has everything that women are attracted to and aspire to: the muscles, the confidence, the success, the perfect hair. ”  Then Lauren saw my nervousness, and smiled reassuringly.  “But don't worry, I'm not a headcase like Allison, or those porn stars.  Besides, I'm not exactly an amateur when it comes to sex.”
        I smiled and took Lauren's hand.  “I guess I forgot,” I winked.  “Maybe you should remind me.”
        Lauren laughed as she set her plate down on the bedside table.  Then before I could even blink, she had rolled across the bed, flipped on top of me, and gotten us both undressed in a display of gymnastic prowess that I seemed to defy the laws of physics.  Lauren smirked as she straddled my midsection, gently flexing her soft round buttocks to massage my cock until it was fully engorged, and aching for her embrace.  “I hope you don't need your brains tomorrow,” she whispered.  “Because I'm going to fuck them out.”

[grbaclig]

I would say that now Lauren has every reason to try her sexual skills on Kylie and get her to submit to her, now that she crushed the engagement ring that Rick gave to her, but the timing isn't right for that just now, as it appears that Allison finally got Kylie's attention, for the first time in a long time, without Lola in the picture, Allison is the primary muscle female other than Kylie. But we'll see where this goes from here. I look forward to it! k+!

Thanks Jeremy.

You pointed out just about every loose end that I have to tie up.  Hopefully I can end this story with a bang, not a whimper. 

[Jeremy Lightning]

I would say that now Lauren has every reason to try her sexual skills on Kylie and get her to submit to her, now that she crushed the engagement ring that Rick gave to her, but the timing isn't right for that just now, as it appears that Allison finally got Kylie's attention, for the first time in a long time, without Lola in the picture, Allison is the primary muscle female other than Kylie. But we'll see where this goes from here. I look forward to it! k+!

Thanks Jeremy.

You pointed out just about every loose end that I have to tie up.  Hopefully I can end this story with a bang, not a whimper. 

Haha, no problem, I've always tried to read this story close and point out certain things if I found them to be important, along with complimenting the parts that I enjoyed the most. This last chapter that you posted does seem to set that up. Maybe Lauren will set about seducing Kylie somehow, even though she seems to not have a lot of the things that Kylie values, maybe her resistance to Kylie's body and sensuality will be enough for Kylie to be on the hook. And then Lauren will fuck Kylie's brains out, causing Kylie to be in her thrall, like Kylie holds every woman she sleeps with in her thrall. I look forward to more! k+!

[Saxony Red Devil]

What pleases me most was the rather decent exchange Rick and Kylie had towards the end there.

[Dona Fell Friz]

May I say that I profoundly hope Kylie will triumph, turning the love of Rick’s life into one of her bimbo-licious sex toys before his agonized eyes? An unhappy ending for Rick, admittedly, but toe-curling orgasm overdrive for Lauren, and a smug, bitchy last laugh for the invincible Kylie. Please bring this epic saga to a suitable conclusion with Kylie standing over Rick’s uncontrollably weeping body on a magnificent double-biceps victory pose.

[jumpy999]

May I say that I profoundly hope Kylie will triumph, turning the love of Rick’s life into one of her bimbo-licious sex toys before his agonized eyes? An unhappy ending for Rick, admittedly, but toe-curling orgasm overdrive for Lauren, and a smug, bitchy last laugh for the invincible Kylie. Please bring this epic saga to a suitable conclusion with Kylie standing over Rick’s uncontrollably weeping body on a magnificent double-biceps victory pose.

I sincerely hope, and think, this is where we are headed. Hopefully Kylie has time to make Superman her bitch in front of the world too