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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: ANNEDI on May 17, 2022, 02:42:38 am
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Private schools are a waste of money. The advantages they offer compared to regular public schooling are negligible at best, while my parents probably still regret their decision to send me there for eight years before I finally convinced them otherwise, since they're still indebted more than a decade later. There are of course exceptions to every rule and sometimes unfortunate circumstances can create windows for experiences that I'm greatful for.
This private school boasted its German teaching skills. In a perfect world, nobody in their right mind would learn German. Not only is it unnecessarily difficult, it's also unnecessary in practice, since every single German I've spoken with over the years had a perfect grasp of English, even if they lack a bit in the accent Department. But of course "Germany is the leading enterpreneurial European country, you never know when you're gonna need it!" Not that a child had any say at the time...
This, of course, meant that home tutoring after school became the norm. An added expense on top of the private bill. Sharing classes between multiple students dramatically cut down on cost and time, enticing many parents to financially cooperate and have their children attend tutoring lessons together. Most of the time, friends are the ones doing lessons at one's place, I know of two cases where two lucky boys got to go with their crushes, one of which remains with her to this day.
I, however, was dealt a different hand.
Since my parents aren't as financially... stable as my Uncle's side of the family, they all pitched in to send me and my younger cousin together. Now... younger by eight months required quite a bit of chance for us to be in the same class, but we barely made it.
This meant that once a week, instead of taking the school bus home, I would take my cousin's to her's. Now, a 13 year old only-child isn't exactly experienced to... girls groups. My first time joining her started off really awkward. She had her friend group, I had mine, we barely interracted at school, since we were on different classes of the same school year. This was an opportunity to get to know her better.
After dinner, we had around four hours before the teacher arrived, then the whole night until we'd leave for school next morning. Since our only common interest ended up being handhelds, we ended up playing something separate on the bunk bed in her attic bedroom, while talking about random subjects.
Of course, being curious teens at the breach of puberty, games talk gave way to friends talk which gave way to crushes talk which gave way to weirder talk. Things like sex, puberty and weird thoughts were in the back of our minds as if something forbidden from conversing with anyone besides someone you really trust. These first experiences shaped who we both are today...
-My sister keeps being a dick to me... She says she wants to... protect me? But all she manages to do is give me anxiety for the future...
Since her mother died, her 17 year old sister's father remarried with his current wife, so they both live in the same home as step sisters.
-Ellie... She's not trying to scare you but... I'm sure bleeding between your legs would sound scary any way you put it... It's way better to know than to be caught off guard and thinking you need an ambulance.
I was leaning back to the wall on the bed next to her, now brushing shoulders together trying to comfort her worries.
-Yeah, I'm sure I would freak out by something like that happening at random.
-She's trying to be there for you, her mother wasn't there for her for a long time, I'm sure she feels like she needs to compensate for that. And it's less awkward than talking about these things with your parents!
Ellie was finally smiling and relaxed. My duty to have a fun time and get to know her better is finally accomplished.
-C'mon, it cannot ALL be that bad. There's the... you know... breasts...
-Which already hurt a little by growing and will continue to hurt over time and force me to wear a bra...
-You'll get to meet with boys and have a fun time...
-I mean... I am doing that right n-
-You know what I mean, you dweeb...
My mind raced to try to find something positive with which to make her even a little excited over her future.
-You'll grow taller! Girls always grow taller first before boys that are slower until they reach you again.
-Yeah, my cousin told me about that... And about how boys can get a bit... defensive over it... But that I'll be able to stand my ground against them!
-Hah, fighting back and beating boys will probably just make them even more mad, which means more beatings which keepa the cycle going.
-Yep... Fun times...
I was getting curious over her growth over the last year, she has grown quite a bit taller than before ina short amount of time, not as tall as me, but getting there...
-How tall are you now?
-I dunno... 1,50... something something?
-You... wanna find out...?
-I don't have a measure tape or anything, not sure how you plan on me doing that.
I drop down from the bunk bed and look around for anything useful.
-Ah screw it, come down, I got an idea!
-I'm not coming down if your idea sucks.
-I'm 1,55 ish, we'll see what the difference is!
Convinced, Ellie hops on down and standa up next to me, the top of her head reaching my eye level.
-No tip-toeing, although I don't think you'll need to do it sooner or later...
-You... really don't have a problem with me getting taller?
-It happens, it's natural. Me nagging ain't gonna change it. And besides, it's only temporary! If you got stronger on the other hand, then it'd be different...
-Hah well, even if that did happen, you know I wouldn't bully you!
My mind raced back to the school recess temporarily. Bullying is, naturally, not absent from expensive private schools. But boys who beat up girls a third smaller than them reached a level of depravity that just made my blood boil.
-I hope so...
-Then would it still be different...?
-I dunno, I guess I'd feel a bit jealous.
-Oh...
An awkward silence passed between us for some time that must've been mere seconds but felt like minutes.
-Oh what?
-You asked me to... you know... measure my height, I was half expecting you to measure how strong we are now.
-Now, as in...?
-Now, before I... you know... get stronger than you...
-Hey, you better hope you're right about that, or you'll regret saying that, shortie!
-Maybe, maybe not... But doesn't that feel a bit... you know...
-A bit what?
-Exciting...?
-Yeah, it does a bit.
Another long pause, as we stare into each other's eyes, a bit hesitant and unsure where to go from here...
-Soooo... How do we do this? Do you even want to?
-Of course, Ellie! Wouldn't want to let you down after all this weird silence. Or miss a chance to see you get rekt by yours truly!
I wink at her snarkily. We were both in our very comfy long pajamas, tight wollen pants and shirts that had a button on the sleeves one could unbutton to roll them up to t-shirt size like a button shirt. Light blue for me and vibrant pink for her.
-So, how do we settle this, do we wrestle or lift things...?
-Let's do something simpler first, flex your arm for me!
-Fine...
I flex my arm for her, a bump formed on my arm, barely making a dent on the pattern of my pajama sleeve.
-Feel it! This is what you're up against.
I give her a snarky wink as she cups around my arm with her hand.
-Yeah, you're stronger...
-C'mon, don't chicken out!
-I wasn't...
-Alright then, you do it. And don't be shy, Ellie. Do it as hard as you can!
Ellie scoffed a bit at me and raised her arm with a fist, sure enough, a noticeable bump formed on the sleeve of her pink pajamas, which due to their smaller size and her petite figure, made it stand out proportionally. I reached to feel it, surprised her arm was less squishy than I thought.
-Heh, it's the tight sleeve that makes it look big.
-Probably, but it might also be restricting.
-Yeah, it does feel a tiny big tight when I do that.
-You wanna... roll up your sleeve?
-Hey, you first, like before!
-We're not babies, Ellie! At the same time.
-You- You're right... I'm dumb...
We both button our sleeves up and flex like before, keeping our arms next to each other to compare easier. While mine was undoubtedly the bigger one, it wasn't by much. Maybe around a quarter bigger. On the other hand, hers looked firmer, like a ping pong ball was protruding on her arm. It felt firmer, too, as I had to apply a bit more force to bend hers.
-I won't lie and say I'm not impressed...
-I've... never done this before! I had no idea my arms were developing...
-It's not the only thing that's developing, you know.
-Yeah yeah. But...
She surprises me by flexing both her arms at the same time, the little distinctive ping pong balls poking out proudly.
-I think I like doing this...
She lets go and shily snickers, covering her face
-I'm glad you found something positive about yourself for once...
-Yeah, but we still haven't arm wrestled.
-You still on about that?
-I really don't know if I'll beat you one day, but-
-Seeing your progress is fun! I get it...
We both set our right hands against each other in her desk. On the count of three, she gives me her all. It's not enough of course, but it wasn't a two second round either. It might have been five seconds before the back of her hand hits the ground.
-Didn't expect you to let me win, heh...
-I was never gonna do that, to the victor the brags. But I also didn't expect that much resistance!
I flexed both my arms at her the same way she did and at that moment, that became our thing. We'd flex at each other at random and giggle off about it whenever the tutor wasn't looking until our lesson was over.
At night time, she had the top and I had the bottom bunk.
-Gute Nacht.
-Oh, don't start, you little shit.
-Hey, not as little a shit as you thought.
-Maybe not, but until proven otherwise, you're still a little stuck scheisse.
-Okay... What is that word my mother told you when you proved first hand how tough German is? Too... sheeii?
-Touchè, you dumbass.
-Right, that...
Some more long minutes passed as we both pretended to be asleep while we both thought of what we did a couple hours ago.
-Do you... want to come up here...?
-What's wrong?
-Nothing, just...
-...you want to... sleep together?
-Yes, please...
-And you don't think that's weird? We're not boyfriend ans girlfriend.
-I know, but... You're still my cousin and I love you...
I sat and contemplated for a bit before finally climbing up the ladder to her bunk and lying beside her.
-Better now...?
-Give me a hug, please...
I hug around her neck and tuck her head in my arms, letting her rest on my warmth.
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First part of my first one. Slow burns are the hottest for me...
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Great start! Would love to read more
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I appreciate all kind words^^
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I hope Ellie do some biceps curls and pump up her little golf balls a bit more ;)
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So far a wholesome premise, at least compared to the dom vibes stories. Nice flow, dialogue is broken up properly. Good luck on writing more.
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Great start and I hope for more. K+
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Great start. Love the flow. This has the potential to develop into something beautiful
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Love it when I lose a near completed part because mobile chrome decided to auto refresh...
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Na Super... That's unlucky
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i really hope this keeps the wholesomeness and doesn't become the typical "unga bunga i'm beeg you smol! hahaha u weak! hahaha!" stuff
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Getting punched in the face hurts. That would be easy for anyone to deduce. But punching someone in the face also hurts. I learned that from the skin I was peeling off my knuckle.
Having now experienced both,
I knew there was a distinctive emotional difference, more than just what's worse physically. This pain felt right; someone deserving was handed the worse part of that transaction. And the searing stinging in my fist was a reminder of that.
The marble desk in front of me was ominous regardless of the context of my observation. But, the very comfortable cushioned armchairs in front of it provided a weird mix of serenity and anxiety. I knew why I had been called here and I knew it in my heart that it was the right thing to do. The same heart, however, still thumped louder as it was masked by the sound of her heels as she closed the door behind her, before sitting down in front of us.
Her posture and managed attire gave a stark impression of someone undoubtedly feminine, yet firm and calculating. The perfected look of a long time private school administrator. After a silent sigh, she addressed ambiguously.
-I find it save to assume you know why you are here. I understand, of course, that you'd both rather be home in the end of a Friday's school hours and resolve this matter another time. However, given that the situation got... out of hand, I was pressured by outside forces to handle this matter myself under threat of it getting personal.
Because of my mother's argumentative nature, learning to talk firmly, almost like an adult was a skill I had to develop to get any word in edgeways. It's in situations like this that I trained for. I had to be convincing, yet firm.
-To perfectly honest ma'am, no. I don't know why I have to sit on this chair and waste your time instead of the person responsible. I believe I acted justly and reasonably at that moment.
-Was it reasonable for you to kick a boy in the back, punch him inthe face and break his nose? Because I was the one being yelled at from his parents that went to find him in the hospital.
-Yes ma'am, it was.
No matter how rational I wanted to appear, I couldn't help but be furious about the whole ordeal. The administrator's face on the other hand, betrayed a mixture of surprise, anger and disgust at my audacity.
-It was reasonable the moment he decided to torment a girl 2/3rds his size, bruise her face and steal her cash.
Ellie hadn't said a word this whole time, she just sat on the other armchair silently sobbing with her head between her arms and knees. It was killing me just looking at her like this.
-I am very aware of what he did, young man. And he will be punished accordingly by the people. In charge.
She took off her glasses and stood up from her seat, like a cat raising its back to look more imposing.
-Rules exist for a reason. They are to be enforced by the authority of whatever establishment set them up. In this school, I am the authority. Along with every other teacher and staff. You go to them to reaolve such issues.
-So if you had seen a relative in distress you would've tried to reach someone else instead of intervening and trying to help?
-I understand why you're angry. But violence shouldn't be your first resort, did you even bother to talk to him? You're not some school vigilante, you cannot go around doing whatever you feel is right.
-It was his first resort too, when threats didn't get him what he wanted. Besides... I think we both know that a coward like him cannot exactlg be reasoned with.
I took a long sigh, looking at my cousin in the chair next to me, before talkong again.
-I just... didn't want him to hurt her. I do not regret my actions, ma'am. And with all due respect to your authority, I would do it again.
She paused for a whole minute before continuing. I could see the patience of a calculating woman who didn't exactly get the apology she was waiting for. She walked and stood leaning in front of her desk, calmly addressing my cousin.
-How bad did he hurt you?
Ellie was still sobbing a little bit, but she raised her head that was tucked between her knees. The Bruising on her cheeks and lips were painful to look at while a tear wound on her forehead was barely covered by a large bandaid.
-Oh Christ... Did the nurse give you somsthing for the pain?
-S-she gave me a tablet, some ice and this bandaid.
She said as she poked it it by accident.
-Ow...
Thr administrator's face had turned to shock at what she was witnessing. She was now looking at her feet, before raising her head at Ellie.
-Your cousin is a real piece of work, you know that right?
Ellie smiled a little bit, that fit her face way better than before.
-He's brash, insubordinate and quite the obnoxious spirit... But he really loves and cares for you, which is why he did what he did.
She now looked back at me, having comforted Ellie sufficiently.
-You're dismissed young man, I think I'll have a... talk... with the people throwing threats at me...
She winked at me and lead us to the door slowly, I held my cousin by the hand as she followed me outside.
-I'm just happy I'm not expelled, ma'am.
-Your plight has moved me, you go on now and take care of her and... yourself.
She pointed at my bruised hand I've been ignoring all this time. As we've been more than an hour late to leave, she paid for a cab to take us both home.
Both our homes were quite the distance from school, but Ellie's was just a bit closer, so we went with that first. She was leaning against me, comforted by my presence.
-T-thank you... I'm s-sorry about your hand.
-It's fine, sweetie... It wasn't your fault...
-Do you... wanna stay over the weekend? I... don't think I'll be going anywhere for a while...
A part of me didn't want her to be dependeng on me all the time for her problems, but today was an exception. Maybe I could show her how to take care of herself a bit more.
-You know what... alright. I got nothing better to do anyway.
-Thank you so much...
She kissed me on the cheek like before and I carried her things inside once we arrived. I nodded her mother to be quiet as we went to her room... She didn't need any more drama...
We went to her room and I made us some hot cocoa. Always a good choice for a cold November afternoon... Seeing her smile again was the only important thing now. I kept her mind off the day with some games and funny stories, it was the only real skillset in my arsenal for situations like these.
-You should really take a shower and change that bandaid. Don't want anything to get infected
-You think? I'll... be back in 15 minutes then...
-Take your time, we've got all weekend!
-Yeah, you're right... x3
As I waited for her to finish, I took some disinfected bandages and slowly wrapped them around my knuckles, the electrifying pain of hydrogen peroxide on an open wound really drove home the damage that had been dealt.
-God... fucking dammit that hurts...
As I went back to her room, she was standing in her bathroom with her door open, shivering in her bathrobe.
-C-could you get me something t-to wear. I don't want t-t-to get the floor wet.
I walked up to her closet under the lower bunk bed, opening drawers and trying to find something for her. I threw her some panties and a shirt and gave her some privacy.
-S-something warmer would be nice, smartass...
-Right, sorry...
Looking through her stuff, I found the same pink pajamas she was wearing the first time I came here. I sneakily opened the bathroom door, snipped just my hand in and threw them at her, making sure not to hit her face.
-Heyyy! Don't throw me thingies...
-Okay, you drama queen...
I was surprised to be starring at the bandaid on her forehead when she opened the door, she had grown quite a bit taller in the last couple months. The warm, woolen pajamas failed to hide her slender and petite figure. She was always a thin girl, watched her diet to keep a flat belly and stay healthy. Her formerly obese parents really wanted her to not go through what she did.
-Slow down there junior, if you keep growing at this rate, you'll reach my height by Christmas.
-Heh, sorry... I'm only sad that those pajamas might not fit me anymore. I really like them, they remind me of... you know...
-Heh, hold that thought...
I give her a hug after her long tiring day, before carrying her to the bottom bunk. -You want to sleep together again, right?
-Not if you find it weird...
-Not at all.
I find my blue pajamas and put them on to match hers, giggling with her on the bed together...
-Hey, I got an idea!
-Oh dear, not sure to be worried or not...
I grabbed the covers from the top bunk and hung them off the side, making a small cozy box of the bunk bed, with just a phone light illuminating us as we laid next to each other facing up.
-This is nice.
-Y-yeah... it is. Very uhh, romantic.
-Yesh... So, what were you saying before? Something about your pajamas?
-Oh yeah, it's nothing... I just remembered the first time we were here, we were wearing them... And did stuff... And you were very sweet to me...
Even through her bruised face, I could see her slowly blushing.
-Well, we are wearing them now!
-Yeah, but do you want to... You know...
-Don't be shy now... Say what's on your mind, cutie!
-Heh, w-well... I really liked it when we flexed our arms t-together... And when we grabbed and felt each other...
-Yeah, I liked that a lot, too. It was new and exciting... And it still is! Besides, you really surprised me with your arms back then. They were much harder and firmer looking than I thought...
-T-thanks! I mean, it surprised me as well... To be honest it still does.
-I assume they're no longer little ping pong balls, are they?
-Well... Do you wanna see?
-I'd love to. I'm was already, but even more so now that you seem into it!
She chuckled a bit and sat on the bed across from me, making sure she was illuminated and slowly raised her arms, making cute fists and flexing as hard as she could, the bumps in her arms now seeming rather restricted by her clothing, but undoubtedly improved. Her bold actions still seeming ever so shy.
-H-here...
-I don't want to sound weird, but did I ever tell you how beautiful you look like this?
-Wh- Why like this?
-It's... hard to explain, but- It's like... a perfect balance. Seeing a shy girl flex with arms like those while wearing bright pink pajamas, I cannot quite nail it down. But then again, nobody knows why they like anything! I mean, why do you like it? Except for the obvious boost in confidence, I can be sure of that!
-Yeah, that's mainly it I guess...? I mean, I like being and feeling... stronger... But I also really liked seeing both our arms next to each other.
She was now blushing quite a lot shily, but not trying to hide it anymore, both of us had sat down with our legs crossed opposite to each other.
-You mean, you like comparing them...?
-Y-yeah, very much so!
-Heh, can I ask why that is?
-I'm not sure, I just felt a hazy feeling like butterflies in my stomach... It was weird and exciting...
-Heh, excited of the idea you might be slowly growing stronger than a boy?
-Y-yeah...? I mean, we don't know that yet...
-Well...
I slowly roll up my sleeve and button it in place.
-...you wanna find out?
-Y-yes please! As long as you're okay with it and it's never weird...
I felt myself blushing a little bit as she was buttoning her sleeves and leaned to whisper in her ear.
-I really like that idea, too.
I kissed her in her bruised and blushing cheek carefully as we raised your arms next to each other.
The bumps that resembled a ping pong ball in her biceps had now grown into a comparatively much larger balls of muscle that stretched her pale and soft skin, now visibly protruding from the bottom as well, forming a distinct line in the middle.
While my arms still remained the larger of the two, the difference was noticeably less than last time, accounting for around a finger on each side.
-That's not a big difference anymore, Ellie!
-Y-yeah, I can see that...
-I don't need to stay the obvious of how your biceps look amazing, but I'll say it anyway, because you deserve it...
-T-thanks! I r-really like them, too.
-Heh, in how long do you think yours will be bigger...?
-I dunno if I'll get there anytime soon...
I hug her slowly and whisper in her ear.
-I hope you do.
-Really?
-Yes... I guess it's also exciting for a girl to grow bigger than me...
-Well, at this rate it might be a few weeks.
-Ohhh, that's...
-Exciting?
-Yes, very much so...
I went in to kiss her in the cheeks, but she grabbed my shoulders to stop me. I was about to apologise until she slowly cupped my face and kissed my lips softly.
-Be careful with my lips for now, please.
-Of course, cutie...
I went to kiss her very gently, she hugged me as I did and I felt closer to her as we shares this moment like the heat of our bodies.
-Ellie...
-Y-yes?
-Can I feel your bicep again?
Without another word, she flexed her right arm smiling at me shily. There was a noticeable difference between her soft skin and where her muscle bump started, feeling really hard underneath, I couldn't seem to squeeze it even a little bit, especially now that my hand could reach less arouns it.
-It feels way harder than last time!
-I know, right? You can't squeeze it this time!
I felt proud of boosting her self esteem as there was noticeable excitemwnt in her voice.
-You want to save this moment?
-Save it how...?
-How about we take a picture comparing our biceps...? You can keep it...
-I... you'd be okay with that...?
-Of course, cutie... Besides... Maybe I want it as well...
I was blushing a bit at her this time as we both giggles about it. I kept my arm flexed behind hers, my bicep's outline around hers acting as her goal.
-I r-really like this...
-Me too.
-And we'll take more later?
-Yeah, maybe once a week or so. Until my arm is the one in front, that is...
-Y-yeah, that sounds nice.
I lay back on the bed affer that, with her next to me, as I turned to kiss her lips softly...
-I'm glad we opened up about this...
-Y-yeah... me too.
-I love feeling your arms...
-W-well... There is something else...
-Ohh? Tell me...
-I'd rather just... show you.
She slowly grabs my arm and shily puts it on top of her belly as she lifts her shirt up with the other one. Her belly felt hard and bumpy, as if her skin was sliding on a surface underneath it, with a narrow line down the middle and another two barely visible ones across it.
-It's been hard like that for the past month or so...
-Heh, those are called abs, Ellie. Muscles that protect your belly.
I grab her small hands and guide them on it.
-Feel these bumps? There are six of them and become visible like little squares!
-Ohh, I think I've only seen some men with those...
-Heh, give it a few months and you'll see your own.
-That sounds fun...
I hugged around her neck, feeling her abs underneath her skin, as we both drifted away, with a loving kiss on her head.
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I have now learned the valuable lesson of writing-somewhere-permanent-first-and-then-copying-it-here! That relieved a lot of stress...
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yo... this is legit cute, damn now i want moar!
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Love this story K+
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This story so cute.... I like it. Would love to see some biceps workout. Maybe Ellie show him how she work out her biceps.
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I appreciate you liked it so much, I thought stories like these get drowned in a sea of femdom overkill x3
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Nicely done so far. Love the slow burn
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Part III
Waking up the next morning next to her was relaxing. She had wrapped one leg around me from the side as I lied on my back. I sniffed and kissed her hair, before slowly coming to my senses. I was very comfortable being embraced by her fit body as we shared our heat, petting her head, waiting for her to wake up. It was a weekend ahead of us after all, so no need to rush.
It wasn't long before she did. Slowly at first until she got to her senses and realised she had clung on to me. The sun bathing the inside of the room gave a very hazy winter morning feeling in the little bed box made by the covers.
-Oh... Sorry.
-It's alright. I like this anyway.
-Yeah, you're so warm.
-You too, cutie...
She reached up to kiss me. I know lips heal fast, but I would take my time before embracing any kisses. This teasing forcefulness to slow things down only made both of us want it more.
-You have very gentle lips...
-I try my best not to hurt you, your lips are still hurt.
-I know, I know... Still, you're good at that.
I didn't know how to feel kissing Ellie like this. Not only because we're related, that's an obvious taboo we have to hide from others. But... was I attracted to her as much mentally as physically...? Every logical explanation I could come up with said yes. Still, I wouldn't have known how humble and patient she was unless her growth got my attention. I still needed to know.
-Is the door locked?
-Why... are you asking me that...?
-I wanted to talk about... you know... us. And don't want to be interrupted.
-It is, yeah. What... about us?
-Do you love me, Ellie...?
-Of course I love you
-Not like...cousins, Ellie.
-I trust you enough to tell you about what turns me on and do... weird things with you...
-Is that what... love is?
-I... don't know... I mean, I wouldn't trust anyone else to show my body to.
-I guess so... But then again, I've only seen the bits you wanted to show me.
-Yeah, I guess so. But they're also the bits you wanted to see...
-Hey, I wouldn't have guessed your belly has been getting hard if you hadn't shown me... ;3
-You're right... But I'm not sure what else-
-It doesn't matter what else...
I take off my pajamas slowly, go ease her up. While not exactly having a chiseled body, I never was one for eating excessively and yeara of being forced to partake in sports by my mother have given me a fit enough appearance.
-I don't want to see just some parts of you... I want to see... well, you.
Her loving eyes aligned with mine as I said that, as she blushed and smiled a bit cutely, removing the covers from the side and standing in the middle of the room. She said no words when she lifted her shirt slowly, revealing her slowly unflattening tummy, before moving upwards and over her head, throwing the pink pajamas behind her. A small white bra hid what little formation was growing on her chest, while her arms looked fit, yet inconspicuous when relaxed.
-Y-you want me to take the bra off, don't you...?
-Ellie, you've already taken a big step. If that's all you want for now, it's alright...
-N-no, it's fine... For now...
She turned around and reached with both hands to remove the hook of her bra. As she took it off, I never realized her back would've looked that impressive. A big intrufing line ran across most of her back, while her shoulderblades flexed a very defined amount of muscle as she moved. Definitely strong, yet undoubtedly feminine.
-Your back is a work of art in progress!
-W-what...? S-stop making me blushy...
-I'm not kidding... You look... great.
I had stood up behind her at this point, grabbed her shoulder to give her a massage. Her cute, subtle moans were as much a turn on as feeling her. Slowly, she turned to face me. Her perky little breasts perfectly complimented her fit frame.
T-thanks. That means a lot, you know... Getting naked for someone else... Or at least, as much as n-
-That's plenty Ellie, really. It means a lot to me as well that you trust me this much.
We hugged each other topless, our heat countering the winter haze. Her small body felt hard nearly everywhere, especially her arms and belly.
-You're gonna be a really strong little girl, you know...
-Heh, I'm g-glad that's not an issue with you...
-You know I love it. But if you want, I can help you get there faster...
-Oh... With... exercise?
-Mostly, yeah. Diet is a non-issue with the way you feed yourself, otherwise you wouldn't have guns like those... x3
-Hey, they're not big enough to be called that!
-Well, let's get them there! I think you should fully embrace this and do some exercises.
-Well... alright. What do you have in mind...?
I invite her to sit prone on the floor with me.
-For your arms and shoulders, pushups are among the best choices.
-So, do I just... push?
-Pretty much. Just make sure your butt is level with your torso, not too low or too high.
We did a set of ten to see how she did. While none of us obviously broke a sweat, she still seemed cheerful enough about that fact.
-That was easy!
-The first set of anything is always easy, even if it's too hard for you. You'll need to do more to see how much you can handle.
-Alrighty, what else, what else!
-Heh, someone's excited. Depends what you want to work on!
-I like how square bellies look, you said mine could look like that...?
-It definitely will with some planking and crunching!
Teaching her the ropes of a good morning workout really cheered her up. She learned so many things that her body could do she was unaware of. From crunches go squats and stretches, I couldn't resist to feel her belly as she tried a plank for the first time, feeling her hard but still squishable abs. Her tired trembling didn't impede her, however.
-That's about it...
-Is the shaking... normal?
-Of course it is! Your muscles are damaged, shaking is a side effect.
-Damaged? I thought-
-That's... how muscles work. Muscle gets damaged, it overcompensates when it heals, grows bigger. Eventually, it'll get easier and easier as you get more fit.
-T-thanks for that... Now I feel tired as hell and it's only morning x3
-It's alright, I'll make you breakfast.
That weekend passed by like the wind. She was of course still sore for the following days after that, but I warned her about everything. At school, her baggy winter clothes always hid any progress she might've had. This made it all the better whenever we finally met, which for this time was next weekend.
As her lip slowly healed, she made slow and steady strides into exploring each other's mouth little by little...
-You're getting good at this.
-Yeah, it's easier when it's not agonising!
-Who'd have known, right...?
-Heh... I still liked it...
The bottom bunk had become our safe space to talk about and do whatever we wanted.
-Have you been doing your exercises...?
-Yeah! Not too much has changed of course, but I'm getting there... My belly really hurts.
-Your belly will be able to take a punch and not feel a thing if you keep it up like this.
-That might be a while before I try this... Still, I noticed these starting to form around my abs...
She took off her shirt slowly and showed ms the diagonal lines on her ribs.
-Heh, those are different muscles. They still look great on you.
-I didn't evem know I had muscles there!
-Yep. A side effect of exercise is you discover new things about your body. You'll be impressed by yourself!
-That sounds exciting! I cannot wait to try new things...
-Me neither, but it shouldn't take that long if that picture we took is anything to go by... x3
-You wanna take another one? Make it a weekly thing...?
-That sounds cute!
We both flexed our right arms, making sure to position her bicep in front of mine as she took the picture, the line between her two bumps being more prominent and reaching all the way to her shoulder.
-How much is that...? A finger or so...?
-Maybe the camera's perspective is making mine a little bigger.
We flexed again, touching our biceps to check.
-Or maybe not!
-Yeah, that's maybe a couple centimeters difference at this point.
She flicked to the previous picture and this one, only one week appart.
-Exercise has definitely made it bigger faster, so...
-How long do you think I have...?
-I don't want to brag, but...
-Don't be shy now, tell me!
-Heh... Two weeks, easily.
-Bragging suits you like this, you know...
-Only when you're around. x3
-Alrighty, we'll check again in a week, then!
-Yesh. Feel it, it's so hard now!
I could only squeeze and displace the skin around her bicep as it felt like a warm rock where my cousin's arm uses to be.
-Very much so. I'm very happy for you! You probably don't need my help at school anymore for your personal... matters.
-I know that you'd still help me if I got stronger.
-Of course I would...
I kissed her a bit harder this time, still making sure she did not wince in pain in the slightest as we embraced each other and our changes...
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So nice again! Thank you for this part.
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Loving the slowness of the story. Hope it doesn’t descend to femdom. Hope they can both grow together
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Like the slow growing
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So just read this today, only up to Ch2, Really enjoyed it. I really like how slow it is and how it is building up. Great job, Ch3 tonight and I look forward to more. Keep up the great work! A slow grow is hard to find!
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I appreciate there's a following of people who prefer these stories.I'd love to hear your recommendations to anything similar. I'll get another part out soon!
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Cannot wait for the next part, really enjoying it. I would give you some recommendations for similar but there just aren't many slow grows out there, none that come to mind at the moment. Most stories either start with a muscular lady or the change is fast by some method. Even a few that try and do a slow grow tend to skip months ahead. That is why I am enjoying this, it is a great pace. Also no disrespect to other authors, they have some amazing stories and are entitled to start and run it how they want, just a preference of mine for a nice slow grow. So thanks!
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Part IV
Doing my own exercises at home wasn't anything personal. Whether or not I got outgrown by Ellie was not a variable, but if she wanted to get in shape, I couldn't see why not myself.
Still, roughhousing was one of our favorite passtimes besides games and talking. I was never sure what the difference between that and wrestling was, besides the motivation and the flamboyantly showoffy spandex bulges.
But roughhoused we did. We were still kids after all.
-You're tired already?
-No... Huff... I can do this all day!
-Determination to win won't always work you know, you gotta know when to back off.
-How the hell do you "win" at this anyway...?
-You're supposed to... Yeah, how DO you-... Ah, nevermind. Whomever keeps the other down!
And I've been the one to do that consistently for as long as we did. Though it had been getting harder and harder. It's been a week since our last measure up, but we wanted to keep those tender moments for when the sun sets and we have the excuse to hunker down at our makeshift lower-bunk-bed-box-thing.
-You tired yet!
-N-no...
We were both audibly tired, way more than either of us was obviously willing to admit. Around a couple months ago, it didn't take more than half a minute to have her begging and panting for me to let her go. Now we'd been going at it for five minutes, exhausted out of our minds but stubborness always got the better of us.
-Okay, nevermind, yes! Everything hurts... Ow...
-Alright... Relax. How's your lip?
-Better, thankfully...
-That's great to hear...
I helped her up and we sat to play something that connected to an old CRT in the corner of the room, the details of which still elude my memory to this day.
I point to the scar on her face and lip.
-That's hot.
-What is...?
-Your scar!
-My scar is hot..?
-Very much so.
-How, exactly...?
-The same masculine/feminine balance I told you about, I guess. These things are always hot.
-Heh, thanks. I'm glad I can always find new ways to entice you...
-Few things beat seeing you flex those guns in the pink jammies, you know...
I could see her blushing over my sentiment, trying to pay attention to the screen and away from me to pretent she wasn't influenced by my comments.
-Which you're not wearing...
-I'm hot after our struggling.
-You are anyway...
-No, I meant- S-shut up. No, u...
I kissed her cutely in the cheek, after which she paused the game, flustered...
-I want to try something...
-Oh...? Tell me!
She says nothing as she turns to me from her sitting crosslegged, gently puts her hand under my chin and leans to kiss me. She twisted her head right and, reflectively, I did so, too. I felt her tongue slowly invade my mouth, but I welcomed in as much as she welcomed mine.
I felt a tingling in my stomach as our tongues danced in our mouths, moaning very softly as I slowly embraced her. I felt her hard belly first, breaking the kiss slowly...
-Ellie...
-Yeah...?
-Is this love...?
-Yeah...
-Good to know...
With that confirmation out of the way, I breathed deep with newfound vigor. As we played, I couldn't help but take sneak peeks at her waist, her shirt having fallen in a way that left her belly button exposed. But I wasn't as sneaky as I thought. She noticed me peeking and lovingly smiled at me.
-Heh... You want to see my tummy...?
-I'd love to, Ellie. I couldn't help but notice your belly button looks different...?
-Yeah, my whole tummy looks different, actually. I thought it looked weird at first, but now I really like it!
-Oh...? Did the exercises help?
-See for yourself! Here...
She lied on her back and pulled her shirt up slowly, revealing what used to be a few bumps and lines now forming an appropriately small, but very visible six pack on her very slim torso, not bulky, but perfectly firm.
-Ellie, I... Wow...
-I know, right?
-That looks beautiful...
-Yeah, I... might have caught myself starring in the mirror. But I learned I can do this!
She makes a semi wincing expression while all six bumps on her belly contract and expand a little bit.
-Those look hard...
-Oh pfffffft, let's get on the bed and I can show you, silly!
I was feeling happy with both myself and her for looking at her acting confidently and being proud of herself. It showed that all this effort and opening up to her was worth it.
With that, she got up slowly and walked across the room to the door, making sure it's locked before facing me, blushing visibly.
-Wouldn't want anyone ruining this...
-Yeah, me neither...
As she grabbed my hand to walk us to the bed, she slowly and teasingly took her shirt off on one smooth move, giving me a good look at her equally strong and defined, yet unquestionably girly back, leaving only her bra in the way of perfection.
-Can you get that...?
-Of course...
I could never figure out how girls manages to take off their own bra hooks from behind with one hand without looking. That level of skill belongs to an olympic sport. But knowing she could do that and still asked me to meant she wanted me closer, so I undid her bra and gently took it off her breasts, now having developed into what most would consider a B- cup. She leaned her head back and kissed me as I held her breasts gently, yet firmly as we both got on the bed, reaching up to grab the covers and hang them off the side to create our familiarly tantalising atmosphere.
-I love this.
-I love you more.
-Are you sure...?
-I don't think I would've shared all these vulnerable thoughts with you otherwise...
She leaned to kiss me right after that, our tongues tanced passionately under the bunk bed in the attic under our phone lights. As I broke the kiss and strings formed in our mouths, our eyes connected for just one moment, but it was enough for our repressed lust to finally guide our moves...
I kissed her under her chin and bit her neck slighly, licking around her neck and shoulders lovingly as she moaned softly...
-A-ahh... Don't stop... Please...
I was feeling her strong back as we hugged each other, rubbing to soothe the mark of her bra hook as she slowly fit her small hand's fingers between mine from behind and guided it around the front.
-H-here... Ahh... Feel my t-tummy...
I put my hand on her abs gently, although I most certainly didn't have to be. Each muscle now being individually tactile, separate from each other and really hard, defying all my attempts to push them. The only thing I was able to move being her skin, which slid firmly around her abs' shape, save for her belly button, which was now split on a cross shape to follow her defined lines in the middle.
I breathed in long, slow and hot breaths to turn her on around her neck area, every comment I made being whispered softly from under there.
-It's so hard, it's amazing....
-T-thanks... Ahh... I have you to t-thank for most.of it, you know...
-And I'm glad that you listened...
-Hahhh... Here, feel that...?
I felt her abs flex at that moment, contracting together and becoming more defined for a couple seconds at a time.
-Yeah.. feels awesome...
Feeling that turned me on a bit more than it should've, because I felt my hand slowly slide down the middle line and past her now cross split belly button, now touching her pink pajama pants.
I felt her breathing become shallow for a moment, so I stopped what I was doing to look her in the eyes, touching our noses together as we shared a kiss. We looked into each other's eyes, sharing the same breaths for a couple of long seconds, letting her process things patiently.
Still on her knees, she shifted one to slide it a bit further down the side, spreading her legs in the process. She didn't need to, I had plenty of space, but looking at her blushing face now biting her lip softly, it was her shy way of telling me to go for it.
I slowly slid my hand under her pajamas, feeling under her panties and slowly approaching her warm mound, before stopping when I noticed her wincing in anticipation.
-Relax, Ellie... Look at me. I want to look you in the eyes when I do it...
-I'm s-scared...
-Me too, I don't want to hurt you, so just focus on my breathing, alright? And breathe with me. I'll be slow and gentle, I promise.
I held one hand softly on her cheek as we looked into each other's eyes, her hands on my shoulders as I slid my other hand lower down her groin. As I slowly reached her bumpy folds, I felt a sudden decrease in friction as my hand slid a bit faster than I would've liked. Still, I corrected for that, slowly enveloping her folds with my hand, gripping Ellie firmly from between her legs.
-Wow... You are VERY wet.
-I know... Sorry...
-Don't be sorry, silly, it'll make this easier. It might still hurt a bit, but I'll be nice and slow and you can stop me if you feel weird, alright?
-Okay... I... really like being grabbed like this...
-Heh, I guessed as much!
Very slowly, I moved my hand back up a little bit, lined up to insert my middle finger inside of her, paying close attention to her face to make sure I wasn't doing anything painful. Well... besides that being her first time having anyone else go digging inside of her.
As I reached around two thirds the way in, her muffled wincing noises were instantly replaced by a very sudden and loud moan that scared me to the core.
-Ghhahhh! Ahhhh....
-Good lord, that was unexpected!
-H-heh.. Ssssorry. Oh god, that feels so good! Please, keep going!
As I felt my knuckles get wet from her dripping folds, I couldn't help but be a bit jealous of the noises she made. The spectacle of this gorgeous, fit and shy girl moaning passionately while making faces that defy description made me envious for the entire male gender. Everyone should deserve to feel that good, but I guess the curse of periods had to have a blessing...
I slid my hand out a bit to make room for another finger and started to stretch her a little bit, listening to her vocal mix of pleasure and pain as I workes my way deeeper once again.
-Ohhhh...... Thisfeelssoweird! Ow. Owww! Oww-Nyahhh!
-There we go... Back to the good spots...
-I f-feel... something... Something wei- Oh... Ohhh, GOD!
She suddenly leaned and gripped my arm with both hands, biting my shoulder while loudly moaning into it. Her whole body then started twitching rhythmically and violently, her nails digging into my skin.
The muscles inside of her and around my hand squeeze hard at the same time as her abs, showing off her steel hard midsection and making a couple veins that run up from her groin and to the sides of her obliques more visible.
After a couple seconds and another loud moan, I could feel her folds explode on my hand, covering it in a thick layer of moisture.
-T-that... Felt... Ahhhh... Amazing...
-Yeah, I could tell! I felt jealous just looking at that!
-I'm... sorry. I hope I didn't hurt your arm.
-Nah, not bleeding or anything. It was actually quite hot.
She let go of my arm and hugged me slowly, as I slipped my hand out from between her legs, still drenched in her natural lubricant.
-Sorry about that. I've... never done this before...
-I know, sweetie. I'm very happy you got to learn this with me.
-Yeah, me too... Don't stain the sheets, wipe it on my tummy...
I kissed her softly as before, our tongues playfully sliding together, as I wiped her excess wetness on her abs, getting surprised once again at their rigidity, before moving my hands up to cip her firm breasts and later, her arms.
-Heh, those are harder!
-Yes! They are a bit, surprised you noticed.
-I wouldn't forget our weekly thing, cutie...
-Awww... Give me my phone, then and roll up your sleeves!
Seeing her confident and enthusiastic about herself made me happy, it felt like I've done my job of making her life better. I gave her the phone, keeping mine to illuminate the box as I took off my shirt instead.
-Now we're both topless! Fair is fair.
-Heh, yesh...
We both flexed our biceps hard, creating an instant contrast between my smoothly round and her fit and defined muscle, as she put it in front of mine. There was now just the slightest of outline of my bicep around hers.
-Oh wow, you're almost there...
-I can see that. Maybe next week you'll be the one putting your arm in the front and mine will be the outline!
-Probably so! You sound excited to beat your big brother...
-Heh, sorry...
-It's alright, you can say whatever! As long as it makes you confident.
-Well... you won't be my "big" brother for long... Heh...
-Yeah, feels weird... but I like it.
-I hope so, I still love you, dummy!
-Me too.
-Wanna arm wrestle...? Beat me one last time?
And so we did, as her small hand held mine tightly, we counted to three and tried our damndest. From mild struggling to labored breathing, we fluctuated from my side, then back to hers as she very slowky, yet surely started trembling and getting more tired.
I started very slowly to gain the advantage, slipping her hand lower and lower until I finally put it down, for the last time.
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Love this story K+
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Thanks a lot, I appreciate it!
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Please don’t let him become a wimp. Let them train and grow together.
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I'm afraid I haven't planned anything yet. I write as I go and go as I write!
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Awesome story! K+. Hope to see more soon!
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Me too... Gone through many revisions, but I'll have something soon...
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Cute premise. Not bad flow. Good luck on more.
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Just rereading the story. Like the slow growing and hope for some more chapters.
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AnneDi, don't be put off by people making suggestions. You write what you want to write, you write what the characters drive you to write.
Ellie and her cousin deserve to have their stories told.
And I'm sure you can do that without running afoul of strange US-only laws on cousins that don't apply anywhere else but Communist China, Taiwan, both Koreas, Vietnam, and that's it.
You can tell the story without describing them going "all the way" with each other.
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Part V
Sparring was not how I expected to be spending my afternoon. But, letting my encouraging words get to her head, Ellie decided to take fitness a bit more seriously. And by a bit, she meant signing up to that martial arts gym she passed by on the way to school every day. My, at the time joking suggestion, sparked her interest into ways she could defend herself and not need my help at school, picking kickboxing and sticking with it warmed my heart with pride and joy. Now she spends five afternoons a week on a new and effective activity to work on her mind and body.
Not that I would get much inside as to either. It's been over a month since our last sleepover and, while I joined the same gym she did, the sparring was kept between the genders. Not that I expected any less.
Regardless, it's challenging work. At least I hope she's having more fun with it than I am. But if she's to stay committed then so will I, she'll always be my little cousin after all. I've got to look after her.
I forgot to bring a change of clothes after returning to her home from the gym with her, which I realized shivering after a shower while waiting for her to bring me anything to dry myself.
-Why do girls have 15 different towels in their bathrooms and how are NONE of them for drying myself!?
She opens the door enough to sneak her arm inside and throw a large towel in my general direction.
-Shut up, you big baby. Use this, it should be enough.
The mirror was too foggy for me to look at myself, not that it really mattered. Exercise helped with getting me into shape, even giving me some nice definition in my belly and shoulders.
Still, I covered myself discretely before exiting the bathroom with the look of a naggy, wet cat and likely the hair of one.
-I... have no other clothes...
-Rrrright. What abou-
-No, I'm not putting on the same ones from before.
-Well, mine won't fit you! You're out if options.
I really did not like the idea of sweatpants worthy of their name. But I did remember something that might work.
-The pajamas will, as long as you have them in here.
-Heh, it's not exactly bedtime, but alright...
They felt a bit tight to wear, but I wasn't betting on wearing them for top long.
-Just need one more thing.
-Hmm? Wha-
I grabbed her by the waist quickly, as she turned around to surprise her, before gently, yet firmly, pinning her to the wall. Staring into her eyes for a bit as she blushed visibly.
-To taste you... It's been too long...
-Yes... Please...
She closed her eyes cutely as our lips connected, feeling the small scar on her lip while softly twisting our tongues together. It was passionate and slow, but far from aggressive.
-I'm so sorry... I haven't come in so long...
-Noooo, it's fine. It's not like we didn't find each other at school or at the gym.
-Yeah, I know, but... We don't have to hide here.
Every kiss I gave her was full of longing. Someone I cared for, yet I could trust enough to be this open with. I had never felt this way before.
I slowly pushed her back against the wall, which made her exhale a surprised moan in my mouth, my arms slowly enveloping around and under her shirt.
I took a small break and a few breaths to look at her.
-I just realized something...
-W-what?
-You're as tall as me now! Look at that!
-Oh... y-yeah... I see that now...
She started blushing really hard again, so I touched her nose with mine to share our breaths and cool her down.
-Let me try something...
-Mhmmmm... What...?
She opened her eyes halfway slowly and looked at me with a cute cross-eyed look.
I reached one hand under her butt to lift her leg to my side. She yelped a bit excitedly in surprise, but got the message and lifted the other one, too. Hugging me with her legs tugged around my waist, I pushed her a tad harder against the wall, looking into her hazy, half closed eyes.
-Heh... You're so light...
-S-shut up... You're so strong...
I kiss her cute nose softly.
-I wouldn't need to be really strong to lift you, silly. And besides, you're against the wall...
-Yeah, that makes sense...
I hug her tightly and lift her off the wall, doing a fancy spin and softly let her on her feet.
-Awww, you make me feel weightless when you do that...
-Heh, I guessed as much.
She stood there, blushing like before and starring at the floor shily.
-What if... you felt it, too...?
-What, weightless?
-Yeah, I... wanna try that...
-What, spin me around?
-No, not spin you! I don't think I can do that... But I wanna try the wall thing you did...?
-Well, alright... Go for it.
She stood there, expecting me to move, blushing even more.
-Aren't you gonna...
-Hey, if you're gonna do what I did, do exactly what I did...
-Heh... okay...
She walked up to kiss me as slowly and softly as I did, gently pushing me from my chest until my back was against the wall.
-There we go...
Slowly, I felt her hand reach for under my butt, grabbing the back of my thigh and raising it to her hip.
-Alright... I t-think I got this...
-Are you sure...? Please don't drop me.
-Yeah... Lift your leg. Trust me...
She gave me a small kiss of assurance, like I usually do, which made me melt a bit. I lifted my other leg slowly, in case anything went wrong, until I hugged her slim waist with my legs, just as she had before.
-T-there we go...
-Wow... I'm actually amazed!
-It... hurts a bit...
-You don't have to hold me more!
-No, it's not like pain, just a bit of burning is all...
-You're aways so modest... You're really strong!
-S-shut up... You're against the wall, remember?
-Well yeah, but I'm still heavier.
-True... I wanna... try the other thing.
-What spin me? Oh god.
-Y-yeah. You don't trust me...?
-Just don't drop me... Please...
I cling onto her for dear life, bracing for the worst as I felt her hug me tightly. Instead I found myself spinning a couple times. I really felt weightless, like she said. Though instead of me landing gently on my feet, it's un-gently on my back with her giggling on top of me.
-D-don't laugh. Ow.
-I did it!
-You only kind of did it.
-I made you spin!
-And forgot the landing.
-Shut up, I made you weightless.
-Y-yeah. And now all I feel is your weight on top of me...
-Oh, sorry...
She stood up shily while I shook off the concussion.
-I'm... sorry I dropped you... I won't try something stupid again...
-No, don't be silly.
I messed up her hair before giving her a hug.
-Just next time, don't drop me.
-I promise.
-Goody...
We slowly bunkering up inside our little bed box, taking the initiative to take off my shirt, as she readily did the same.
Her bra was now a necessity out of the house, as her breasts had grown considerably. Far from what one could call large, but definitely enough for someone to cup their hand around.
Her cute and flat belly was now adorned with a strikingly visible six pack, better defined than mine, but undoubtedly feminine, following and complimenting her curvy waist.
As she put her hands behind her back, to take off her bra, I realized how much she had improved. Where her bra straps were able to slide off the sides to her arms before, they were now wedged firmly in place by her shoulders, which raised a feminine, yet considerable bump.
Her arms, equally pumped as her shoulders from lifting me before, now had two visible veins running to her forearm, even if the rest of her arms weren't veiny at all.
Immediately after she made us equally topless, she looked free. Still shy and blushing, but less restrictive of her movements.
-I...really missed this...
-Me too... so, so much...
I guess we both expected the other to take things further, because we lied back with her arm on my chest with her at my side and just cuddled for a good ten minutes.
Finally, we couldn't take the suspense anymore and both sat with our legs crossed together, passionately hugging and kissing at whatever we could grab. I felt so proud of her.
-You've grown so much, you know...
-So have you...
I couldn't help but blush, feeling intimate and vulnerable with her.
-Maybe... Just...
-What? You can tell me.
I run my hands from her abs to her back and shoulders.
-Doesn't feel like it...
-No, you definitely have!
She runs her arms on me, mirroring what I did. Her voice was softer than before.
-Maybe I'm just...
She reaches to kiss me softly for a bit, before slowly breaking it and looking down, with shy sincerity in her voice.
-You know...
-What? Don't be afraid.
-Catching up... to you...?
Her demeanor gave me the impression she feared of hurting me, which I wanted her to know was not the case.
-Ellie... look at me.
-Yeah...?
-I wanna find out! It's long due for a picture after all.
-Whaa... You want to?
-I've been wanting to from the moment you pinned me against the wall...
-M-me too...
-Then tell me next time, don't be shy!
-Sure! Uhm... Grab your phone and give us some light?
-Oh, right.
I put my phone flashlight from the bottom of the bed, illuminating our little box romantically, while she opened the camera on her phone.
The high contrast of bright light and shadows cast upon us from below only made her look hotter, as it further complimented her well defined ridges and lines. It also made her a bit conscious of her larger breasts, holding them up a bit squished by folding her arms under them.
-Don't be shy, you look... really hot...
-Awww... F-fine.
She slowly uncapped her breasts and slowly flexed her arm really hard, smiling at me as I did the same, touching them together firmly as she took a picture.
Her bicep was fully hiding my own, having grown twice as large since our first picture with a visibly defined split from her shoulder, while the roundness had given way to a sharper oblong peak.
-That looks amazing... And definitely much bigger than last time!
-Wow, it is! I can't... see yours at all...
-Yeah, about time you beat me to it!
Hearing those words, she giggled a bit excitedly, blushing at the same time.
-I... want another picture. With your arm in front...
-Aw, you need to rub it in, don't you?
-No! I just... wanted to see how much bigger mine is...
-I'm messing with you, Ellie. We can take as many as you want!
I held the phone to take the picture, flexing my other arm.
-Put yours behind mine^^
-There, nice and firm...
-Ellie, that's your left arm.
-I know, silly! I want to compare the two...
-Heh, alright.
Her left bicep made a visible outline behind my right, extending a couple fingers worth above and below.
-Shit, Ellie, that's gotta be a third larger than me...
-It sure seems like it!
She flexed both her arms for me, giggling as I failed to squeeze them.
-Heh, glad you're excited...
-Are you kidding? I don't think I've ever felt closer with someone than... doing this with you...
-Awww, me too...
-Besides... I really wanted to beat you since we first did this...
-Really? Why's that?
-I don't know. It sounded fun! Wanted to see what being stronger was like.
-Well, what's it like?
She bites the scar on her lip cutely, grabbing both my wrists and slowly pins me down on the bed, keeping them above my head.
-Oh wow, this feels great...
-Heh, I bet it does.
We look into each other's eyes smiling for a bit, before finally going for a passionate kiss, leaving my hands free to explore her body as she explores mine.
-I think I'm gonna love being the big cousin from now on...
-I hope so, I love it too. But you'll always be my little sister I wish I had. <3
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Glad to see you back and writing. This was one of my favorites on here! Another great installment. :bravo:
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Man, thia Is seriously the best story i've ever read. I Ve bene registered in this forum only ti Say this for you. Please, continue, Is Amazing!✨❤️
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We are so back.
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Kind of, I'm not exactly a writer, nor have plenty of time to put into this.
But I'm glad you lads are enjoying this, so I'll probably work on it more.^^
Still, I'd love to listen to anything constructive, good or bad. Improvement requires cooperation from both parties.
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O think ll be very particular and exciting of the organizer a boxing match or something about belly punch but in the same cute and sensual mood of the story. I dont think Is very Easy, but u re good in writing, so why not to try? 😁
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Not really what I feel would fit the theme here, but... I'll figure something out...
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Much prefer them being supportive of each other.
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Terrific relationship developing between these two young lovers. Amazing that her arms are so much bigger than his. There must be a strength difference, too. It’s so great that they are both enjoying it so much. She is a fantasy come to life!
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Part VI
School has never been a fun experience for either one of us. But if you asked, we'd always say the other is having a worse time.
He'd always been protective of me... Looking over me, making sure I wasn't getting into trouble. I'm sure it's a right hustle. Which is why I started exercising to begin with.
The scar on my lip and on his knuckles are two things I cannot help but feel responsible for. I didn't want to be a source of pain.
Not that school trouble ever stopped. The thing about bullies is, if you hurt them physically, if you hurt their ego, they'll never be whole without coming back at you.
I'd never seen my cousin so angry before in my life. Not like when he barked back at the principal being all snarky, this was rage in his eyes.
I had learned to defend myself. Kickboxing will do that to you, Icould kick harder and higher than my head if I needed to, but it didn't come to that.
He was coming up behind me, trying to get his jab like a coward before my cousin warned me, himself walking angrily behind him.
He didn't even punch him this time. He slapped him so hard and with such fury that his handprint was now branded on the fucker's face, spinning him towards me. At a moment of adrenaline, I threw all my respect out the window and delivered my knee to his balls as hard as I could.
The combined strikes in quick succession had left him a quivering mess on the ground.
-Go back inside, Ellie... I'm not done here.
-He's not getting back up from that, let's just go.
-But he tried to-
-He failed. It's over... And I doubt he'll be telling others how his balls turned purple.
-... Fine... But if it comes to that, tell them I did it.
-Alright. I can't convince you otherwise.
It'd been another month since our last sleepover, maybe a bit more. Lessons were getting more scarce and Winter was ending.
We still regularly met after our kickboxing classes, but we did those in separate groups, for the most part. I'm... still not sure how to feel about him.
He called me the little sister he wished he had, deep inside me, I think I feel the same way. Well, besides not being the... "little" sister anymore.
I was visibly a bit taller than him now and, even though it's been a while since our last picture, stronger too. Not that I ever want into the effort of showing off. I was always shy about how I looked, even if I'm quite proud of my body now. And while it was never my purpose to outgrow my older "brother", it still felt weirdly exciting to see my muscles slowly grow bigger than his.
He seems to be alright with all that, if anything he's very proud of me. But I'll be careful about being any more controlling with my newfound strength. The last thing I'd want is to hurt him after he's done so much for me.
Not that I haven't been a bit cocky about it, like trying to lift him and comparing my left arm instead, all of those have been impulse decisions with butterflies in my stomach.
But I'm so glad for those experiences. I've shared so much and learned so much more thanks to him. I've let him explore places that still give me goosebumps in the middle of the night.
So yeah, I'll be his big sis. He deserves to have someone watching over him for once.
-I almost got expelled. Again.
-Oh shit... I'm... so sorry.
-Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault!
-I should've taken responsibility for my part, not you! You didn't do anything wrong.
-That's not what his parents had to say about it.
-Oh who gives a shit about him... Come here...
No kiss, no fondling, no nothing. I just reached and hugged him deeply, feeling him hug me back. He looked so defeated I couldn't help but feel sorry. He had done nothing wrong and still he was punished for this.
We stayed like that for a minute or so, though it felt as if hours passed. I got him to sit down next to me and play some games, anything to get his mind off things.
We hadn't said a word to each other in nearly an hour. He doesn't cry. I've seen him writhing in pain, broken in funerals and defeated as he was now, yet I've never seen him shed a tear in his entire life. He always kept it all bottled up inside.
I'd been very humbly dressed before he arrived. Normally, I'd become comfortable enough to walk around the house with short shorts and a crop tank top, showing off my toned legs and midsection. But awaiting him in a bad mood, I wore an oversized red sweater and the baggy pink pajamas I had before. Anything to keep his attention elsewhere until he was feeling better.
Nothing was working. His face was practically red with anger. The elephant in the room could no longer be contained, so at least had to break the silence I'm a funny way.
-You were really hot, you know.
-Whuh- What...?
-Back then, when you slapped him. You were hot.
His face turned into fascinating puzzlement.
-I... fail to understand how that was hot.
-You slapped him! No punch, no fancy direct to the solar plexus like I expected, you fucking marked his face like he had to take your prints.
-That wasn't hot, your knee turning his balls to omelete was hot.
-Eeeeew... I did not want that image in my head...
-Heh, sorry. But no, fuck you. That was still hot.
-No, you...
I slowly shuffled next to him and gave him a quick peek to his cheek before resting my shoulder on him.
He laid his head on top of mine and turned everything off as we stayed there for a bit, enjoying the silence.
He slowly reached to kiss me, though I stopped him before he went any deeper.
-Wait, you hapless romantic, lemme brush my teeth...
-Heh, alright... Good thing I brought mints.
I went into the bathroom and made sure any signs of bad breath were gone. I figured I broke the ice well enough, so the sweater was coming out.
I was still wearing my crop tank top like before, but got rid of the bra. I'm sure it'd just get in the way.
Looking in the mirror, I caught myself staring at my exposed midsection. With my baggy pajamas as low as my waist would let them, I could see from the v-line up to a bit above my belly button. My skin is eerily white, even for the rest of my family. I hadn't until that point considered I'd turn myself on in any way.
I pulled the shirt higher slowly with one hand while feeling my abs with the other. God, they were so hard, even I was getting excited. Having pulled my shirt high enough to expose my six pack fully, I tucked it and tied a small knot to the side to keep it there, conveniently holding my breasts in place, while showing off my belly without having to take off my shirt.
My shoulders had become a bit larger too, of course, thanks to exercise. They kept the tank top nice and tucked in place. My arms, on the other hand, were nice and stealthy. Until I flexed, that is, they've taken a weird shape and formed a ball around as big as my shoulders.
Not that I'm the kind of person to flex in the mirror. The body, I build for myself, but it's him I show it off to. Still, I couldn't help but feel a little... tingly between my legs... doing that.
Coming out of the bathroom, he was sitting where I left him, his back turned towards me. I went to turn off the lights and keep the desk light on, giving the room a warm orange glow.I sat down next to him, crossing my legs in my comfy pajamas and socks.
-Feeling better?
-Just a bit, yeah...
-You don't look the part.
-Hey, you keep saying I look like a thousand yard stare all the time.
-That's fair enough...
I slowly slithered on his side like before, only slowly turning us in front of each other. I slowly hugged him from under his shirt, feeling his hands touch my exposed skin.
-You're so hot...
-That's why I took it off.
He took off his shirt, too, in a swift one arm motion. His body was surprisingly hard to the touch. He'd, of course, seen progress too, going through the same regiment and all.
We shared a kiss more passionate and full of love than we had before. I moaned softly in his mouth, feeling my face blush and my eyebrows made a weird expression.
After all we've been through, I could never stop being shy about it, even when there was no last involved, at least not yet.
I broke the kiss as we shared our breaths and body heat for a bit.
-It's getting late...
-I know...
-Want me to carry you there?
-Not if you drop me again!
I had forgotten our last attempt didn't go that well, but I was confident in my ability now.
-I won't, I can prove it!
-Prove it how?
-Uhm...
I looked at the horizontal support beam a few centimeters above my head. I grabbed it with my hands and pulled myself up seamlessly a couple times, showing off my toned body in the relative darkness.
-T-there... that proof enough?
-Amazing as it is to look at, you've done pullups before...
-Alright then, hug me. I'll pull you up!
-Sure. Or we both die!
-Thank you for believing in me...
-Why can't you find something that doesn't endanger me physically?
I kept slowly doing wide pullups while he was talking, smiling snarkily at him while showing off.
-Are you done...?
-Ugh... Fiiiiine.
I stood on the floor again with my hands on the bar as he hugged under my armpits and on my shoulders.
-Heh... Those are hard... And make good grips! Now, please don't kill me.
-Shush, you big baby.
It wasn't easy, I was grunting and giving it my all, but managed to raise my head up to the bar, before finally giving out. At least I didn't drop him this time.
-Ow... Pain... This is... way easier alone x3
-I bet it is, but you still got me off the ground!
-Only a little, I was confident I could do better...
-Shut up, you don't get to complain, I wish I could do that.
-Keep up your training and one day, you will!
-Feels weird when you're the one to say that x3
-Yeah, well. I'll enjoy it as much as it lasts.
-Heh, I don't think that'll be anytime soon...
-Hope you're right. Now, hug me again!
He hugged me tightly once more, as I got him off his feet and slowly got us into bed, tucking us under the warm covers with only the glow of our phones to illuminate us.
There we lay, snuggling each other, sharing a kiss so simple and loving that we made nearly no noise. I loved running my hands on his belly, feeling it hardening a bit by his breathing. And I could tell he loved doing the same, so I flexed my tummy for him as I felt his hand.
-Your makeshift bra is very cute...
-Hey, thanks. I made it so you could do that...
-How thoughtful of you <3
He slowly ran his hand from the top of my shirt all the way down, slowly enough to feel his fingers on every bump and crevice, though I gave him no give to the pressure he put.
His voice was always so much softer when he was shy and turned on, a rarity in his stoic demeanor. So I did the same to keep things nice and moody.
-Ffffuck, those are hard...
-I know, right? They feel amazing.
-Yeah, I bet they look amazing too.
-Heh... See for yourself <3
I slowly slid myself to sit with my back against the headboard, keeping only my legs under the plushy covers. Unsure what to do with my hands, I just put my small fists up to my head cutely, hiding my blushing face except for my eyes, slowly flexing my exposed torso in sync with my breathing.
-Woah...
-Use your words, as you say x3
-I have trouble finding words for once! Your abs are simply beautiful. I mean... every part of you is beautiful... But here especially! They look so soft and cute, yet so hard to the touch, like little steel pillows...
-T-that's an oddly cute way to put it <3
-You're oddly cute.
I stood there, letting him feel around my tummy all he wanted. I was so happy I could help him enjoy himself so much.
I was starting to enjoy being strong myself. I'd never felt this way before, never thought this would be a desire, which led my next words to be a dare to myself as much to him.
-Punch me.
-Wh- Hah. That was random!
-You've done it before! Just do it again.
-Yeah, but I wasn't that strong before, nor was I good at it.
-And I wasn't that hard before. C'mon, I wanna know how strong my abs really are... Besides, I've seen you throw a mean punch.
-Hey, are those compliments? Because they work...
I reach to give him a cute kiss and a wink, before moving my hands into a fighting pose, flexing and bracing my belly.
He doesn't hesitate to throw a furious punch, now with proper form and much stronger than before, hitting me square in the middle.
It hurt, enough to make me moan in pain, but not cut my breathing like I expected. I could probably take a few more before giving in.
-Nnnngh! Ghahh... Ow...
-Yeah, ow for sure, my hand hurts!
-Owww, s-sorry. But hey, it wasn't too bad!
-I can tell. You're a hard girl, keep it that way <3
-Thanks... That means a lot...
I went to grab his hand and give it a kiss. He had a wide scar among his knuckles that I weirdly hadn't noticed until now. I guess he really does try not to burden me with his problems.
-I assume I didn't give you that.
-Hah, no. That was from...punching someone in the face. More than a month or so ago...
-Yeah, I remember you had some rags around your hand...
-Hurt like hell.
-I bet it did. Still... scars are hot...
-Then you win this competition.
He pointed to the scar on my lip. It hadn't cleft my lip at all, but it was never going to go away.
-Mine wasn't up to me, I was attacked. Yours is... a sacrifice. You attacked someone else to... protect... me. That makes it special. And...very hot.
-It's what I'm supposed to do.
-No, it isn't and it never was. Yet you still did it.
-Maybe so... still, I won't stop. Even if you can more than hold your own now.
-I can't stop you, but I'll feel terrible if something bad happened to you because of me.
He hugged me to stop my sniffing. I could feel his strong arms tug me tightly, but carefully. Even if he just punched me moments ago, he still cares for me so much as to be gentle still.
-I love your hugs, you feel so strong...
-Hey, I haven't been training for nothing, I hope!
There was definitely some definition in his arms that I hadn't seen before. Made me really curious. And a bit turned on...
Not sure if it was because of him improving and looking hotter or that I was still bigger. Maybe a bit of both... But I wanted to find out.
-Show me then, I bet you're bigger than before!
-I sure hope so.
He flexed both his arms hard, showing a noticeable amount of definition he didn't have before, though it was hard to tell from last time.
-You look amazing.
-Shush now, you're just saying that to make me feel better.
-Well yeah, but also because you do. And you turned me on a little doing that...
-Dawww, you're so cute.
A considerable amount of wetness and heat had been building up between my legs for a while now, making me feel needy. Under normal circumstances, I'd have stopped anything to take care of it. Not this time. This time, I decided to embrace it and let it lead me a little bit.
I lied with my back against the headboard, crossing our arms together in the middle under the covers.
-Your arms are bigger.
-Same with you.
I flexed my left arm a bit as it was crossed around his right.
-Maybe so. But I'm still curious...
-Heh, you wanna take another picture?
-In a bit, I just wanna... go over these...
We had laid with our backs on the headboard under the covers, as I went through our pictures.
-Those are really hot.
-Very much so.
-Your arm is really cute in the last one.
-Thanks for rubbing it in. x3
-Not in a bad way, silly <3
-I know, I know... Heh, the first and last pictures look the same.
-With different arms, yes. The difference is almost the same...
-You've come a long way.
-Yeah, I didn't expect to... And uhm...
-You can talk to me, you shy little thing.
-Well... I'd really like to keep it that way <3
-Look at you getting all cocky x3
-I think I earned it a little bit.
-Maybe so. Still, you better keep up your training, I might be making a comeback!
-Oh yeah? Well, you hold the phone now, cutie.
-Ah, right.
We cutely snuggled our way in the middle on the bed, giving each other cute kisses. I flexed my arm for him as he did the same and put it in front of mine, like last time, snapping a picture and lying back with me.
His arm had definitely gotten more defined, got the same division from his shoulder that I did a while back, too. Also started developing into a weird shape as well.
I was really proud of his progress, though I had still had my own. My bright, girly arm was fully outlining his, visibly more so than last time. Around two thirds bigger both above and below, my bicep had gone from cute and dainty which he could cover effortlessly, to an impressive, solid mass of muscle and sinew, enveloping his with ease.
They were still a girl's arms, the pale and soft skin was undeniably feminine, but I wasn't messing around anymore.
-Or maybe not...
-Oh, definitely not yet x3
He shily, yet instinctively went to feel it, wrapping his hand around my bicep firmly. He couldn't grab it anymore without needing a bit of his other hand, too. It was weirdly cute to look at how fascinated he was.
I simply stood there, kneeling in the middle of our little bed box, flexing and showing off for him while smiling warmly. He'd made me what I am today, whether he realizes or not and I was more than happy to let him explore anything he wanted.
-Hey...
-Yeah...?
-Put your arm next to mine again. Like before.
He did so slowly, not saying a word.
-Alright... Honest question...
-Of course, tell me.
-Wanna... keep them like this?
-Uhm... you mean... flexed together?
-No, silly! <3 I meant...
I flexed mine a bit harder and put my other hand around his cutely, then mine, showing off the difference.
-That...
-You mean... Keep yours bigger?
-Y-yes...? I... Love being stronger... I've never felt like that before...
-Does it really matter to you what I think, then?
-Of course it does! That's why I'm... asking...
-And what would you do if I said no...?
-Uhm... Honestly, I'd feel a bit bad and... probably stop...
He reached to hug me again and look into my eyes.
-Wrong answer, sweetie.
-W-what?
-If you love something, you chase it anyway, you hear? I know you love me and would never wish to hurt me...
He kissed me lovingly, I felt him lick my scar a little bit when he broke the kiss.
-Thanks... That means a lot.
-So, will you try it?
-Yes! I'll go harder on myself from now on.
-Atta girl...
-Heh, like it when you say that...
-And I like it when you take initiative. You'll need to take advantage of this growth spurt you'll be going through for the next couple years.
-Alright!
-I won't go easy on you...
-Heh, I'll take that challenge.
I kissed him on the forehead cutely, before slowly swooping my little tucked shirt over my head and throwing it behind me.
-Your breasts fit you so well.
-Thanks... They're a bit heavy now.
-Then why'd you take off the shirt?
-Wanted to show you something cool!
-What...?
-Go for my back...
He went around behind me and put his hands on my back and shoulders. I flexed in response to his squeezing, giving him nice and defined bumps in return. My back looked completely innocent until I used it, showing off quite the definition, which I'm sure he enjoyed thoroughly as he massaged my shoulders.
I felt him hug and kiss me from behind, his hot breath on my neck made me melt and relax everything as my body shivered out of my control. I felt a strong and tingly heat build up between my legs, making me tuck my knees together involuntarily.
I felt his hands try to go between my arms and torso, so I obliged slowly and lifted them for him. His hands were slowly exploring my sides and waist, feeling him lick my neck softly, I exhaled deeply, almost like a moan.
He was running only his fingertips on my body, setting off that electric, tingly sensation that set that heat off like nothing else. Slowly moving from my waist, to connect on my belly and slowly, but surely move upwards together.
I moaned softly as I felt him reach and cup my reasts together. They had gotten quite sensitive, which he took advantage of, teasing my nipples for a bit while exhaling hotly on my neck. I couldn't help but shiver a bit every time he did that.
Gently and slowly, he let my breasts go and moved low again, this time gripping my body with his full hands tightly, massaging my torso as he moved down. I felt all my abdominal muscles tense up in response, while he smelled my hair and kept moving downwards.
I realized I had grabbed around his head with my hands, when I instinctively moved them down to my waist. I had made a cute bow tie of my pajama string, which I could take off in one pull of one of the ends. Doing so hastily, I could only feel my heat build up more intensely.
I put my thumbs inside my waistband, grabbing both my pajamas and underwear so I could pull them outward invitingly. I didn't want to say a word. I wanted this and he had to know.
I felt his left hand grip my abs strongly, while his right moved under my pajamas slowly. Slowly, he reached over the fatty mound, between my legs.
-You need to spread your legs a little...
-Oh... S-sorry...
He was right, I had shut my legs tightly until that point. The mere thought turned me on so much... I pulled my japamas up a bit higher, so I could spread my legs all the way. God, I was ready to do a split for him, but I had to be strong and leave a small gap from the bed. My inner thighs burned so much from the hold, and I would hold it for hours if I had to.
He slid his hand lower to cup my slit fully. I had to cover my mouth as I moaned hard in my hands, feeling his hand run on my clit. I could hear the sloshing from the built up discharge. God, I was so wet. He ran his fingers up and down my slit a couple times, before slowly spreading them apart.
He'd done this before, after all. His hands have been in my deepest nethers before, but it was different this time.
He showed great restraint, great love and care. He took his time and made sure he was going the right way, being slow and deliberate, both to tease me and to not hurt me. I let out a passionate moan when he bit my neck while sliding two fingers as far as they would go.
The heat between my legs had finally been sated. Feeling his hand inside of me, helped calm me down and clear my mind, at least for a little while. I hadn't realized I'd let my tongue hang, panting deeply like a puppy when he snickered at me for it. I could feel my face blushing intensely that whole time.
My legs were shaking at that point, it was getting challenging to hold that stretch of my legs for that long. I tried, but couldn't keep him from noticing.
-Lie back, you're shaking. Let me help you, you just relax...
-N-no... I love this...
-Are you sure? You look in pain.
-I'm f-fine... God, please, keep going...
I was in pain. But I couldn't let that stop me. My legs had gotten big and strong, I'd felt this burn many times before. I had built the discipline to keep going, not despite of the burning, but because of it. I learned to love it and if this pleasure was my reward for it, then I wish it would hurt more.
His thumb was on my clit the whole time, while his other hand had moved to my left inner thigh, close to my slit, slowly putting some pressure to the left, as if to tease me by spreading my leg a bit more. He's so good at this, I don't know why and I don't care.
I was taken by surprise at the incredible release building up between my legs. I could feel his hand squeezed as my inner muscles flexed and contracted uncontrollably, followed by my whole body having a small seizure. He quickly gripped around my mouth, so nobody would hear me.
-Shhh shhh, it's okay... You can relax now... It's all good...
-Ghahh... T-that was...
-I know, I'm sure it was amazing... Now lie back, relax...
Beyond satisfied, I lied back onto him, feeling him hug me passionately after slowly sliding out of me. He enveloped us under the nice and warm covers and kissed my head as I slowed my breathing and excitement. Even after all this, he couldn't help but be nice and caring.
I passed out right then and there in his arms, feeling more loved than ever before.
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Sorry for the long read, I had many, many, many different revisions in my head.
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K+. Absolutely fantastic. Loved the emotional development
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Sorry for the long read, I had many, many, many different revisions in my head.
It was well worth the longer story
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Glad to hear it was worth it x3
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Hmmmph... I am a bit stumped over how to proceed or whether or not to conclude this story...
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Eh, I'll figure it out. In the meantime, patience...
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Hmmmph... I am a bit stumped over how to proceed or whether or not to conclude this story...
Awesome, i Hope this story Will never end, but i know Is impossible.
I think you can Write 2 or 3 chap. More and next go ti another story, because y re really a good writer, don't let this story be the one! 😁😁
(Sorry for my bad english)
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Hope for more chapters how she cares