Building it up

[Badgerbadger]

(First story – be gentle with me x)

Building it up

"One more rep Katie", he screamed in my face.  I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as I dragged that last reserve of energy to straighten my arms. What felt like fire burned across my chest and biceps as I pushed the weight up for him one final time.  I remembered the training videos we had looked at and focused on my breathing.  I felt my abs tense and finally that flow of endorphins hit me.

As my arms straightened, I opened an eye and looked at his face. The tears in my eyes clouded my vision, but I could see the pride in him, as he took the weight from me and put it safely back.

"That was fucking awesome babe", he exclaimed, as he leant over and helped me sit up. "I am so damn proud of my muscle girl."

I grinned at him, or at least I think I tried, my entire body still shaking from lifting my new personal best five times in a row.  He stepped closer to wrap a strong arm round me, and as he came closer, I could feel the hardness in his gym shorts resting on my chest.  Wow, I thought, as the hard length pushed against one of my nipples, guess he really did appreciate my efforts.

"Thanks...", I breathed heavily, sweat pouring from my brow, "I just...", I tried to say as he lifted me up to my feet.

"Don't say a word Katie," he said softly, "you're doing so well".

As he held me, I looked over the gym and felt crushed.

Across the large community run gym was his half-sister, effortlessly curling 100 pound dumbells in front of the mirror.  Her biceps swelled hypnotically, before the triceps exploded again – it looked like they were fighting under her tanned skin.  Her lycra clad body looked as pristine as when she had entered the gym an hour earlier.  Turning slightly I looked at the benchpress I had just completed, damn – I was literally benchpressing the same as she curled with one hand.

Breaking away from him I limped to the change rooms.  Ashamed of my thin, tiny body I wrapped myself in a towel and hung my head wanting the world to swallow me up.



(thoughts, suggestions, comments, love - all gratefully received)

[Badgerbadger]

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[caino]

a very good start!!!
waiting for more
K

[Lupus753]

Good start

[DidYouLikeMySunglasses]

Awesome start, friend! I can't wait to read more! =D

[uno987]

great start ... 

[sevenpeight]

Great writing! Love it.

[Badgerbadger]

Building it up Pt 2

I sat on my own in the changing room for around twenty minutes, whilst my boyfriend and his half-sister finished their work out.  I thought about my body in comparison to hers, the stillness and quietness of the room helped me to focus my thoughts.

I started to think about Craig, my boyfriend, straining to lift the heaviest weights he could manage.  His face turning red, as he strained every sinew. 

I thought about Amanda, his half-sister, encouraging him, before she picked up the same weight and matched his reps.  Her ice-cold expression not changing as she robotically banged out rep after rep.  The striations of her pecs, visible through the tight crop top she wore, each rep pushing tighter against the clothing.

I thought of them standing next to each other flexing their arms in the mirror.  Her perfectly cut biceps, splitting like an anatomical drawing.  Her fawning gaze at Craig's big biceps.

I thought of those little looks they gave each other...

"Get some focus Katie", I told myself.  "You're a twenty-three-year-old woman with a fantastic slender figure.  You could have your pick of the guys in the office.  You have a gorgeous boyfriend, your work is going well, and life is good."

I smiled and came from under the safety of my towel.  "Yes, I am all good.   I am training now; I'm going to have that insta-body for my holidays.  All is good."

I removed my sports bra and put it in my bag, bending down I unlaced my shoes, and pulled my shorts and panties off.  Giggling, I grabbed my breasts and thought "have that Amanda, why have pecs when you can have proper titties!" and walked to the showers.

I looked at the two shower cubicles, and then the large communal area.  "Damn it", I thought, "I'm not hiding away".  And turned on the water in the communal shower. 

I heard the door to the gym slam open and right on cue thirty seconds later Amanda walked in to the shower.

She didn't say a word, as she stood a couple of feet to my right, with her back to me. The water was cascading from her head and running down the thick trapezius muscles that seemed to pull her shoulders apart.  The water then coursed down and seemed to fly off her lats, leaving her ass almost dry. 

Taking her shower gel, she reached behind herself and started to massage the soap into the small of her back.  Her triceps pumping like pistons as she worked the soap in. 

I was transfixed.

I don't know why, but I took a step forward and with the flat of my hand I rested it on her muscular ass.  It didn't move, as I tried to squeeze my hand around her ass cheek, my painted finger nails digging into the granite like muscle.


(Thanks for the lovely comments so far, going to let this one build nice and slowly... X   )

[FemaleMusclesFan]

Such an amazing start!

[caino]

it's very interesting. how old is Amanda?

[southbendcarp]

Great couple of chapters to start! You're doing great!

[sevenpeight]

Well something's building nice and slowly, that's for sure! 

[Badgerbadger]

Building it up Pt 3

It felt like time stopped, my hand on her muscular ass, the warm water from the shower cascading from her body and splashing my bare breasts and face. I was so close to her that I could smell the soap on her huge thirty-year old body.

What the hell was I doing. 

I could feel the muscles in her ass tense, her glutes contracting, and hardening, my finger nails sliding on the wet skin.

"I'm sorry", I blurted, quickly pulling my hand away. I could feel my face reddening with embarrassment.  Before I was able to even think about stepping back, she spun round and grabbed my wrist and bent it backwards, dragging me towards her. The water from the shower deflected from her showers and sprayed my face, I could feel an agonising pain in my hand and whelped pathetically.

Through partly closed eyes, I could make out of the outline of her nipples, which were level with my eyes.  "Katie", she purred softly, "did you just touch my ass?"  Her hand tightened slightly on my wrist and I could see her bicep start to harden.  She kept the pressure steadily increasing, her fingers gradually pulling my hand back.

"No!", I exclaimed, "well yes, but..." Damn my hand really hurt.

She continued to steadily push my wrist back with her left hand, her left pec tightening and striating as she increased her pressure.  I could now feel real pain in my wrist, and tried to pull my hand away, but she kept me held tightly.

"Yes, you did." For the first time her ice like demeanour lightened and she smiled.  "Did you want to worship these muscles?". She ran her right hand lightly over her eight pack abs before flexing her arm.  The water ran like small rivers down her toned abs, before escaping over the lightly hairy mound of her pussy.

"No", I said quietly, afraid to look into her eyes, and trying to stop gazing at her pussy. 

I didn't want to worship her, did I?  She was huge and ripped, permanently looking like she had just stepped off a national bodybuilding stage. But I was straight, I didn't find her sexually attractive.  I mean, I appreciated her dedication.  I fancied some abs on my body, but me and Amanda getting it on – no way!  If I wanted muscles, I would feel up my boyfriend Craig.  Maybe that was it, after all I loved his muscular ass too.

Her face hardened, "so if you didn't want to worship me, you must have wanted me to dominate you?"  She dropped my wrist and as I rubbed it, she span me round and grabbed my ass with one hand. 

Her hand covered my ass cheek, and I could feel her powerful fingers dig into my hip bone.  "Did you dare to touch mistress with out permission?", she hissed in my ear.  She slapped my ass with her other hand and grabbed the cheek tightly.

"Ouch!", I shouted, as I still rubbed my aching wrist, "your hurting me."

"That's the idea though isn't it Katie?  You want to have me dominate you, overpower you, control you with my muscular body"?

Damn, was she for real.  Or was she playing with me?

"No, no Amanda", I stammered, feeling a little concerned.

"Thanks OK then, just checking!", she said brightly and released my ass.  "And I recommend adding some deep squats to your workout, you ass is skin and bone girl."  Amanda walked out of the shower and I breathed out.  I suddenly realised I had been holding my breathe since she grabbed me.

Feeling a little unsteady, I walked slowly to the end of the communal showers and turned the water off.  I half turned and caught my reflection in a mirror.  I could see the large red hand prints from Amanda on my ass.  I felt a small shudder of excitement, before grabbing my towel and going back to get changed.

[Badgerbadger]

Building it up Pt 4

Driving back from the gym with my boyfriend Craig, I did not say much.  I mind was still in a whirl after touching Amanda's hard muscular ass. Was she playing with me, or was I playing with her?

After we ate dinner Craig left to go to work.  He worked as a doorman at a local nightclub and wouldn't be back until 4 in the morning.  I sat alone with the TV on quietly, not really watching it.

In the stillness of the room I thought about Amanda's ass again.  The tight muscles so toned and tight, the warm water of the shower running over them.  Without thinking about it, I pushed my hand inside my shorts and felt my clit with a finger through my panties. 

Her muscular ass.

I slowly rubbed myself

Her toned, muscular ass.

I moved my panties to one side and pushed a fingertip inside myself.

The back of her huge quads, so hard, so powerful.

I felt my wetness and moved my finger over my clit, slowly rubbing a little faster, my breathing getting a little deeper.

KNOCK KNOCK

Shit, someone at the door.  Jumping up quickly, I rearranged my underwear and ran to the door

Of course...

"Hi Amanda", I said brightly, as if nothing had happened earlier.

"Hi Katie," she said with a half smile.  She was dressed in a red tracksuit, zipped up to her neck, matching red sweatpants clung to huge quads.  "I thought we should clear the air honey, and with Craig working, I thought this was the ideal time."

"Of course, babes", I gushed.

Amanda walked in and put her bag down by the front door before walking into the lounge.

Without saying a word, she put her hands on her hips and straightened her arms, pushing her shoulders back.  Whilst she didn't have large breasts, her pecs were considerably over developed and strained at her red tracksuit.  She kept pushing her shoulders back, her hands tight on her hips. I heard her shoulders crack slightly as she strained before a slight rip across the zip in her tracksuit appeared.

She then lifted her arms, flexing her biceps in front of her chest, pushing her pecs forward in a most muscular pose.  The red tracksuit ripped some more, displaying her bare shoulders and the top of her pecs.

With a nervous shiver, I placed my trembling hands flat on her pecs as she flexed harder.  Amanda lifted her arms above her head, shredding her tracksuit top, before lowering her arms and wrapping them round me.

I looked up at Amanda

"Do you like this Katie?"

"Yes", I whispered.

"Does my body turn you on?"

"Yes", I whispered.

She grabbed me a little tighter, her strong arms lifting me off the ground, my tshirt covered breasts pressed against her hard pecs.  "Does it turn you on more than Craig?"

I looked at her and gently placed a hand on the side of her face.  "Yes, it does Amanda". 

She bent her head slightly and kissed me gently on the lips, before lowering me to the ground.  I slid my hands over her pecs and down the side of her obliques, kissing each of her abs in front of me.

"Tomorrow Katie, come to my apartment after work, I want us to...", she stopped and kissed me again, "...play."

I looked at her as she stood in front of me, so big and dominant.  "Yes", I stammered.

Amanda walked past me and without saying a word walked out of my house bare chested and got in her car.  I looked down at my shorts, the stain from my wetness embarrassingly visible. Shaking I then noticed Amanda had left her bag.

I opened it and saw her phone, it was locked.  Shaking my head I put in in my handbag and thought I'd take it to her tomorrow.

Then I stopped and looked at the screensaver.  It was a naked selfie, her perfect bicep flexed hard and a mans hand grabbing her left pec.  I looked again.

A mans hand with a small tattoo grabbing her left pec

I looked again

Damn - Craig's hand on her left pec.

I dropped the phone and it smashed.

My boyfriend feeling his muscular half sister. 



(To be continued, things are going to step up a gear or five now...  thanks for all the lovely comments so far x)

[southbendcarp]

Great chapter. Looking forward to more!

[Jaguar]

Great story so far, I'm anxious to see where it is headed !

This deserved 

K++