Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[jumpy999]

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Part 2, Chapter 31

        Ever since Kylie put me in the hospital by smothering me with her breasts, I had lost the will to resist her.  She had dominated me so thoroughly that I didn't feel angry or jealous anymore, I just felt defeated.  But as I was heard hoards of people singing Kylie's praises, and saw how the reporters ignored the male competitors who spent their entire lives training for this moment, my anger and jealousy began to reawaken.  I could feel bile rising in my throat as the next event began.
        The next event was the vehicle push.  The competitors had to stand behind a 30,000 pound flatbed truck, and push it through the sand for 30 meters.  If any of them actually managed to push the truck the entire distance, the competitor who had the fastest time would win.  As if the weight of the truck and the resistance of the sand wasn't enough, the flatbed held a small swimming pool in which ten beautiful women in tiny bikinis frolicked in the sun, playfully splashing water on one another. 
        Bill Booker was the first one up for the vehicle push.  As he situated himself behind the truck and flirted with the bikini girls, Kylie hopped down from the throne where he used to sit, and strolled toward the pink folding chair to which she had relegated him.  The strongest men in the world cringed as she walked by, cowed not only by the unbelievable strength she demonstrated in the competition, but also by the unwavering confidence she demonstrated in her body language.  When Kylie reached the pink folding chair, she gently removed the pink bow that hung on its back, then turned and headed back to her throne.  But then she stopped.  The row of gigantic men held their breaths, visibly nervous as she stood still for just a second.  Kylie turned to Magnus, her competitor from the dumbbell press.  "Hold this," she said, thrusting the bow into his hands.  "I'll be right back."
        With a smirk on her face, Kylie walked back to the pink folding chair, lifted it up off the ground, and crumpled its aluminum frame with her tiny hands until it was nothing but a ball of twisted metal, which she dropped at her dainty feet.  She walked back to Magnus and took the pink bow from his hands and turned to walk away.  Then suddenly, she wheeled around and locked eyes with Magnus, and he wilted like a flower in her cold gaze.  Kylie drew back her fist, her massive arm bulging, and Magnus covered his face and cowered in fear.  Kylie let him cringe for second, then she relaxed her arm and laughed.  "What's wrong big man?  Scared of a little girl?" she jeered as she walked away.
        The vehicle push was a grueling event, and most of the competitors couldn't make it 10 meters, despite the cheering of the beautiful women in the truck.  When Kylie stepped up as the final competitor, only four men had made it the full 30 meters, and it taken them both about 3 minutes.
        "Kylie!" one of the bikini girls cried as my little sister placed her tiny hands on the flatbed, and planted her bare feet in the sand.  "You're awesome!  You're an inspiration to women everywhere!"
        "Yeah, I know," Kylie said as she tensed her massively thick, yet decidedly feminine legs.
        "Kylie!"  another bikini girl cried.  "Will you sign my breasts?"
        "I'll do a lot more to your breasts than just sign them," Kylie said with a sly smile.
        "Kylie!" a third girl called.  "Can you give me some life advice?"
        "Yeah," Kylie said. "Find something to hold on to.  This is going to be a bumpy ride."
        Then the starting bell rang and Kylie's legs swelled with an explosion of power, as she powered the truck forward.  After a second of initial resistance the truck took off as if it had been shot out of a cannon, powered by Kylie's curvy, muscle-packed legs.  Strength rippled through her her diamond-cut calves, muscle-cabled thighs and dimpled glutes as they pumped again and again.  With each step, the pink soccer shorts that Kylie wore began to split at their seams, helpless to accommodate the swelling muscles of her titanic lower body.
        Kylie streaked down the roadway, the bikini girls howling with excitement.   It took her less than a minute to reach the end of the course, and her momentum carried her onward, until the truck crawled halfway up a sand dune and came to a sudden stop.  The bikini girls tumbled out of the flatbed, squealing with delight as they fell into sand and formed a pile of squirming nubile flesh all around Kylie.  The crowd cheered as Kylie stood victorious amid the tangle of beautiful women, who reached out to stroke or squeeze her muscles. As parents covered their children's eyes, Allison's hands balled into fists.  "Those skanks need to keep their damn hands off of Kylie!" she snarled.
        "Why do you care?" I asked, my stomach churning with envy.  "Are you jealous?"
        Allison looked startled, and her eyes darted back and forth.  "No!"  she said defensively.  "It's just.... um... It's just that Kylie's too young to be in such a sexually provocative situation."
        "Feeling a girl's muscles isn't sexually provocative," I said sourly.  "Unless you're a pervert."
        Allison reddened as her face alternated between anger and embarrassment.  It seemed like she wanted to say something, but couldn't.  A month ago, Allison would have beaten me black and blue for saying something like that, but ever since Lola humiliated her, she had been slow to anger.  I wanted to apologize to her, but then the scoreboard flashed Kylie's time in the vehicle push.  Everyone on the beach was jabbering in amazement.  Bill Booker time of 167 seconds was good enough for second place.  Kylie's first place time was 38 seconds.  The crowd cheered as Kylie extricated herself from the pile of groping bikini models, who fought over Kylie's tattered soccer shorts as she strutted back toward the stage in a pink thong bikini, wiggling her huge round tanned buttocks for the cameras. 
        "38 seconds isn't that great," I muttered.  "Sprinters run 100 meters in way less time than that."
        "Seriously Rick?"  Allison laughed.  "How petty can you be?  She was pushing a 16 ton truck, plus all those handsy bitches, and the only thing you have to say is that she isn't as fast as Usain Bolt.  I mean, would it kill you to be supportive of your sister for once?"
        But the truth was that Kylie didn't need my support.  With two events to go in the World's Strongest Man competition, my 13 year old kid sister had outperformed the male competitors to such an extent that she established herself as the prohibitive favorite.  Once again, it was all about her.

        The next event was the Heavy Load.  Each competitor had to wade into the ocean, where several 300 pound anchors had been planted in the sand.  They would then have to carry the anchors 15 meters up the beach and load them into a flatbed truck that bore their name.  The competitor who had loaded the most anchors in 5 minutes would be declared the winner. 
        As the competitors stood by their trucks, waiting for the event to begin, Kylie turned to the cameras, and tore her tattered pink t-shirt apart.  "Good thing I dressed for the beach," she quipped.
        The pink string bikini top that Kylie was wearing underneath her shirt made her bikini from the night before look modest, consisting of two tiny triangles of fabric that covered her nipples but little else.  Wolf whistles filled the air as Kylie stretched her arms in front of her and began to flex her pecs, her gigantic tanned tits bobbing up and down with the contraction of her textbook-sized pectorals.
        Then the horn sounded.  Each ran down into the water as fast as he could and began to lift an anchor.  Most tried to lift the stock bar with the crooks of their elbows, while a few tried to squat down and shoulder the anchors.  Only a few of them men had comfortably lifted an anchor when Kylie walked casually into the water, which was up to her waist, and easily plucked one anchor up with each hand.  Kylie scoffed at the men around her as she walked briskly back toward her truck, and tossed both of her anchors into the truck bed as if she were tossing pillows onto a bed.  The truck shook as the anchors clattered into the bed of the truck, but Kylie was already on her way back to the water, passing a few men who were only just emerging from the water with their first anchor. 
        Once again, Kylie strolled into the surf and effortlessly lifted two anchors from the sand as if she were picking daisies from a garden, her rugby ball-sized forearms rippling with power.  She smiled as she walked briskly up the beach with an anchor over each shoulder, her hips swishing and her breasts bouncing as she passed the men, who waddled as they struggled with one anchor apiece.  Once again Kylie dropped the anchors into the bed of her truck, and turned back toward the ocean. 
        Again and again Kylie walked into the water and back to her truck, adding to the pile of 300 pound anchors until the truck began to sag under their weight.  When Kylie finally stopped, there was 1 minute left on the clock, 24 anchors in her truck, 5 anchors in the second place truck, and no anchors left in ocean.  She had not only beaten the world's strongest men, she beat the event itself.
        As the clock ticked down, Kylie walked down to the beach and dove into the ocean.  She emerged moments later, breaking up through the surface in an eruption of water droplets as her long blonde hair whipped over head and her enormous breasts jiggled up and down.  Every camera on the beach was trained on Kylie as she posed, running her fingers through her hair with a sultry look on her face, water dripping from her perfectly tanned, horrifyingly muscular body as it glistened in the sun.  People ooh'ed and aah'ed as they watched Kylie show off on the jumobotron.  "Her makeup is still perfect" a woman next to us said aloud.  "I wonder what brand she wears."
        "She doesn't wear makeup," Allison sighed dreamily.  "She just wakes up looking like that."

[grbaclig]

Yes, hopefully this is just the beginning of Kylie showing off and dominating egotistical meatheads. Keep it up!

Thanks! 

I had a lot of plot points to line up during the past few chapters, but now Kylie can get back to what she does best--showing off and dominating egotistical meatheads. 

[Jeremy Lightning]

Another great chapter, one that I enjoyed greatly, reading about how easily Kylie dominated the events, how she pushed the huge load so fast that she was 4 times faster than Bill Booker, and how she took all of 4 minutes to transport 24 300 pound anchors like they weighed little more than shopping bags, and I bet she was holding back, the way she made it look she could've easily taken 3 or 4 anchors every time and finished the whole contest before anyone else had taken 2 or 3 total. Now I'm wondering what the last event will be, and if Kylie will do anything outlandish to further her outright humiliation of these strongmen? Looking forward to finding out! k+!

[jumpy999]

Yes, hopefully this is just the beginning of Kylie showing off and dominating egotistical meatheads. Keep it up!

Thanks! 

I had a lot of plot points to line up during the past few chapters, but now Kylie can get back to what she does best--showing off and dominating egotistical meatheads. 

Awesome. And hopefully after all the showing off and dominating she can find someone to tend to her sore, swollen muscles. I'll be over here waiting. 

[Mastron]

I'm starting to hate Rick. How the hell does he think Kylie got so muscular? By magic??

Wish, I really wish.... Kylie stops the physically abusing Rich and take a different approach. For real wish she'd stop that stupid "GTFO out of my gym" mindset and instead brought Rick down to where she worksout and simply blows his mind as she sees her working with such intensity and dedication, with a regime and weights that would kill a normal human being, that ingrains the fear of God in his unbeliever heart.

For the past chapters, I'd vouch for Rick, even when it was abundantly clear that he had lot of stuff coming his way (hiring thugs!?), and that Kylie is too toxic, because she keeps wanting to overshadow of subjugate Rick at every single level, physically, mentally emotionally (like can he even have his own opinions? Or rather said, we all see how she reacts when he even dares to speak), but you reach a point that when the smoking gun is handed to you... You SIMPLY  HAVE TO accept things for what they are.

[andy857]

I would like to see Lola wrestling Rick again!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Rick is just unbelievably stubborn, to never give Kylie her due credit, what she is doing out there is incredible, but because of how she has treated him, because of how she has bullied him for years, it's like when it comes to her, he is blinded to her awesomeness. I wonder what it would take for her to break him of that? Or will he ever just fully admit that she is as awesome as she truly is? What would be so bad for him to see her with objective eyes? Well, whatever, Kylie is awesome in my eyes, and that's pretty much what counts to me. k+!

[phil123]

She over power edge Bill but I wish she is not ready with him. Being 4 times or more stronger than him needs a private humilation.

I'm still thinking what Allison is doing. She is getting bigger herself. But for what reason?

[grbaclig]

Part 2, Chapter 32

        The last event was the Anchor Stone.  An awkwardly shaped 400 pound stone rested on a small platform at the edge of the beach.  The competitors would have to pick up the stone and carry it down a 100 meter strip wet sand, as far as they could go, with the tide rolling in and out around their feet as they went.  If any of them managed to carry the stone the entire distance, the competitor who had the fastest time would win.
        The shape of the stone made lifting it incredibly challenging, and most of the contestants exhausted themselves simply hoisting it off the ground, and were unable to secure it well enough to walk forward.  Only three of the contestants managed to carry the stone all 100 meters, collapsing as they placed it on the platform at the other end of the blacktop.  Bill Booker was in the lead when Kylie walked to the platform and cracked her knuckles.  The crowd was on their feet now, eager to see Kylie's next superhuman feet of strength. 
        She didn't disappoint.  As soon as the horn sounded to start the event, she crouched down and scooped up the massive stone in one smooth easy motion, despite the fact that she could hardly fit her young arms around it.  And then she started running.  Kylie tore down the beach, not with a waddling lumbering gait like the men who went before her, but with long graceful strides.  With each step her massive buttocks throbbed with power, while her sculpted quads and hamstrings pumped like pistons covered in golden-brown silk.  100 meters later, Kylie set the stone gently down on its platform.  The crowd began to cheer, but fell silent with awe when they saw the scoreboard display Kylie's time as 9.3 seconds.  I couldn't believe it either.  My 13 year old little sister had effectively broken the world's record in the 100 meter dash, and she had done it running barefoot through wet sand while carrying 400 pounds in her arms.   I had gotten used to the idea of Kylie having much bigger muscles than anyone else on earth, and being much stronger than anyone else on earth, but I never dreamed that she could run that quickly.  This was too much, even for her.
        Allison laughed as she turned to me.  "Is that fast enough for you, Rick?" she said.  "And don't forget, they started the clock when she bent over to pick up the stone, and didn't stop until she put it down.  Her real time is probably under 8 seconds."
        "That's not possible," I whined.  "She's only like 5'3".  And her legs are so big.  She can't..."
        "She said she was going to concentrate on pure athleticism," Allison jeered.  "That's all thanks to you Rick, remember.  You should be proud of yourself for being part of Kylie's greatness."
        Kylie stood over the stone and raised her arms in triumph.  As the crowd began to cheer, Kylie plucked the enormous stone from the ground again, holding it to her chest.  Then Kylie began to squeeze, and her entire body began to tremble as her arms, shoulders and back pulsed with power.  The crowd fell silent again as veins ran along Kylie's arms, Kylie's shoulders swelled until each head of her deltoid looked like a balloon about to pop, and sweat ran down Kylie's muscle-knotted back, making it look like a cobblestone street after a rainstorm.  Then, with a girly high-pitched growl Kylie contracted every muscle in her upper body, and the Anchor Stone crumbled into a dozen small rocks, which fell at her feet, exposing pectoral muscles that were nine inches high, a foot wide and at least three inches thick.  The crowd erupted with cheers as Kylie flexed her pecs, the pink strings of her bikini top straining to contain her bouncing breasts as her pectorals bunched up big enough to  and bloomed with striations.
        The award ceremony was more of a formality than anything else.  Kylie was visibly unimpressed as she accepted her trophy and her medal, as if it meant nothing to her.  And it didn't.  I knew Kylie well enough to know that she didn't care about trophies.  She cared about dominating.  As if to prove my point, Kylie looked at the row of strongmen that she had beaten with humiliating ease, and began to laugh as she raised herself up onto her tiptoes and began to spread her lats.  "I can't believe you wimps thought you could compete with me," she giggled as her body began to swell with muscle, her thighs ballooning outward until they completely overshadowed her small knees, her back growing wide enough that she could have worn a suitcase like a backpack.  "After all, I'm a little girl, and I lift little girl weights.  And that's way more weight than any of you could ever move."

        Allison and I both had big tests on Monday morning, so we were catching a red-eye flight back home.  I wasn't too happy about the late night flight, but I was happy that we wouldn't have to see Kylie gloating about her latest athletic conquest, since she and Lola were out enjoying the nightlife in Rio.  Allison and I stood in an elevator bank at the rear of the hotel, doing a last minute check of our belongings, and I couldn't help but notice how eerily quiet the hotel was at midnight.  At least until Bill Booker showed up.  "Ooh la la," he said, ogling Allison's cleavage as she bent over to look through her carryon bag.
        Bill was with another strongman competitor, a big British guy named Nick, and they were both obviously drunk.  My heart filled with dread when I saw the bad intentions on their faces as they stomped heavily toward us.  Although I had seen them both from a distance during the competition, it was something entirely different to see them up close.  Standing over 6'6" and weighing over 300 pounds, they loomed over me like mountains.  Bill pushed me aside with one hand and stomped over to Allison, who recoiled as he began to paw her shining red hair with his big meaty hands.  "You know," he said, looking down at her.  "You are seriously the hottest chick I have ever seen in my life."
        "I get that a lot," Allison said coldly as she brushed her hair out of Bill's hand.  "But I'm taken."
        "I'm serious though," Bill slurred, his breath reeking of beer as he moved toward Allison, backing her into a corner.  "I've been all over the world, lifting weights and banging models and shit.  And you are like the hottest piece of trim I ever seen."
        "Thanks," Allison said as she tried to slip under Bill Booker's thick hairy arm.  "But I'm taken, we're leaving and you're drunk, so..."
        "Don't you blow me off, bitch!" Bill roared.
        Instantly, I threw myself between them.  "Get your hands off my girl you ape," I said firmly.
        Bill Booker laughed as he looked down at me.  Then, pushing me aside, he reached out and grabbed Allison's left breast.  I saw red, and my body lashed out, throwing a right hook at the towering giant's head.  My hand crashed into his thick jowly face, and immediately began to ache with pain.  As I wrung out my hand, Bill Booker began to laugh.  "You too much of a bitch for me to even hit you back," he chuckled.  "But if you try that again, I just might hit you back anyway.  You won't like that."
        Then he pushed me to the ground like he was brushing aside a shower curtain, and reached out and grabbed Allison's right breast.  Allison reddened, then her jaw set.  I saw her calves tense for just a second, then her fist shot forward, striking Bill Booker squarely on the jaw.  He didn't laugh her punch off the way he did mine.  Instead, his head snapped back, and he rocked backward just a little.  Nick, who was leaning against the wall laughing, stood up with surprise.  No sooner had her first punch landed, Allison threw a second, a right hook to the body that struck Bill in his ribs, making him grunt as he took a step back.  A second right hook to the body followed, then a third.  I stood mesmerized as my girlfriend peppered the former World's strongest man with punches, her big breasts jiggling in her tank top and her long legs flexing in her shorts, as she backed him up with a volley of strikes.  "Don't you fucking touch me, you fat hairy asshole!"  she growled.
        Bill's nose was bleeding now, and a small bruise had formed under his right eye.  I was ashamed of myself for being completely helpless in the face of the huge men that attacked my girlfriend, but I was proud of Allison for being strong enough to defend herself, and I was actually a little turned on to see her strong toned body in action.  Then, as Allison threw a left cross, Bill snatched her hand out of the air.  He spit blood on the ground and charged forward, slamming Allison against the wall as Nick scanned the empty elevator bank to make sure we were alone, then hit the call button.  "I was just gonna grab your titties and then go to bed," he growled.  "Now you done disrespected me, so me and my friend are going to take you up to our room and have some fun."
        As the elevator door opened, Bill Booker grabbed Allison like a sack of flour, slinging her around as he stomped into the elevator, joined by a leering Nick.  I ran toward them, but Nick shoved me so hard I flew across the elevator bank and smacked against the far wall.  "Help!"  Allison cried as she thrashed about in Bill Booker's arms.  "Get help!"
        "If you say anything to anyone I'll break you in half, you little shit," Bill Booker yelled at me.  "Remember, the strongest get whatever they want."
        "I completely agree," a familiar voice called from the hallway.  A second later Kylie appeared, clad in a low cut sleeveless strapless white mini dress, her blonde hair up and her tanned skin flecked with glitter.  "And I want you to let her go and step out of that elevator so I can crush you like a bug."

[Mastron]

 

Holy shit.... I'm nearly wetting myself in anticipation and desire... I want to see Kylie bashing the elevators door in, tearing the entire elevator out of the wall, her muscles crushing the wall in the process, pulling out Allison and then crushing the elevator around Booker, and when she feels she has mentally punished him too much.. Tearing him out of the collapsed metal, breaking his bones in the process just to squash him against her superior physique.

Holy shit..... Can't wait for the next chapter, man.....

[Jeremy Lightning]

I was waiting for the finals, anticipating what event it could be and see what Kylie had in mind to show off more of her awesome strength, and I was not disappointed, not in the least! Not only did she run 100m in World record time, she did it running barefoot through sand while carrying a 400 pound boulder. She dominated once again, and to further cement her dominance, she crushed the 400 pound rock into a hundred pieces with her huge, ripped upper body! The thing is, where does she go from here? I know she's going to overpower, humiliate Bill Booker and his friend, 1 vs. 2, but where after that? The Olympics? I could definitely see her not only winning every Gold medal she competes for, but breaking every record as well. But whatever she does, I will definitely be there to read it! k+!

[thebaron]

Can't wait for what happens next Kylie doesn't like sharing her toys.

[grbaclig]

Part 2, Chapter 33

        Panic flashed across Nick's face as he began to mash on the buttons inside the elevator.  As the doors began to close, Bill Booker made a rude gesture toward Kylie as he pulled Allison close.  "Fuck you, you gross little bitch," he sneered.  "I ain't afraid of you."
        Without hesitation, and without a trace of emotion on her face, Kylie walked quickly to the elevator and wedged her fingers in between the elevator doors just as they were about to close.  I was prepared to see Kylie slowly pry the doors apart, her back and shoulders swelling with muscle as she did, but that's not what happened at all.  Instead, Kylie flicked her wrists like she was opening her bedroom curtains, and the elevator doors flew open, filling the air with the sound of twisted metal as Kylie's incredible power tore them loose from their tracks.  Bill and Nick went white with fear, their mouths quivering in terror, as the elevator slowly began to creep upward.  "Are you sure that you're not afraid of me?" Kylie asked.  "Because you sure look like you're afraid of me."
        "Help me Kylie!" Allison called as the elevator rose so that its floor was even with Kylie's waist.
        "Go go go!  Hurry up!"  Bill pleaded, hammering buttons on the inside of the elevator. 
        The elevator had almost disappeared, with only the knees of its occupants visible, when Kylie's hands shot up and grabbed the floor of the elevator.  Then, wedging her feet against the elevator door jambs for leverage, she began to pull downward on the elevator as if she were doing pull-ups. 
        I remembered the first time that Kylie had challenged me to a pull-up competition.  She was only 9 years old, and although she was very fit from gymnastics, she was just a little girl who stood a couple feet short of reaching the pull-up bar.  I laughed as I hopped up and grabbed the pull-up bar, then proceeded to crank out twelve pull-ups, a personal best.  But a few second later I stopped laughing, because Kylie sprang up into the air like a cat and grabbed a hold of the pull-up bar, then proceeded to crank out pull-ups like a jackhammer.  She had completed 30, her tiny 9 year old back and shoulders throbbing with ripped muscles as she went, when she switched to one-armed pull-ups.  After performing 10 one-armed pull-ups with each arm, Kylie dropped gracefully to the ground, looked me in the eye, and began to laugh.  A few weeks later for her 10th birthday, Kylie got her first set of free weights and a chain that she could use to attach weight plates to herself as she did pull-ups, and every day since then she had grown bigger and stronger. 
        Now, four years later, Kylie was still a a little girl who stood a couple feet short of reaching the pull-up bar.  But now she had muscles.  Huge muscles.  The biggest muscles on earth.  And her muscles weren't just big, they were strong.  Strong enough to humiliate the men participating in the World's Strongest Man competition, and also strong enough to overpower an elevator.  Kylie's lats spread like wings of female muscle, forcing their way up and out of her strapless dress as she began to slowly pull the elevator downward.   Each individual muscle in Kylie's back and shoulders popped into perfect definition as the elevator began to shake and buck, the sound of its straining motor and groaning cables filling the air. Kylie's triceps swelled to the size of American footballs as she pulled the elevator down and down.  Soon Bill, Nick and Allison were visible from the waist down, and then from the shoulders down.  A second later, the trio of elevator passengers finally they were fully visible as Kylie forced the elevator back to the ground.  As sparks shot from the elevator bank, Bill and Nick wore looks of panicked horror, while Allison was visibly gloating despite her tear-streaked mascara.
        As soon as the elevator settled violently into place, Allison leapt out and threw her arms around my massively muscled little siser.  "Thank God you're here, Kylie!"  she cried as he hands began to trace the muscle shapes carved into Kylie's bulging volleyball-sized shoulders.  "They were being total creeps, and they knocked Rick down, and they grabbed my tits."
        At that moment, Lola rounded the corner, wearing a sequined green dress that was little more than a one-piece bathing suit with fringes of fabric around the waist.  Her eyes went instantly to Allison and Kylie, and flashed with anger.  Then she saw Allison's tear-streaked face and shaking body, and her face showed concern.  Then her eyes fell on Bill and Nick in the mangled elevator, and her anger returned.  At the same time, Kylie patted Allison gently on the small of her back.  "It's okay," Kylie said softly.  "I'm not going to let them hurt you, and I'm not going to let them get away with trying to hurt you.  But you might want to back up a little bit.  This might get messy."
        Allison squeezed Kylie tightly and kissed the top of her head.  As Allison walked toward me, her eyes were glued on Kylie, and her face displaying her deep reverence and even deeper infatuation for my musclebound kid sister.  I looked at Kylie, too, but my face displayed only the sour jealousy that came with knowing I could never protect or fascinate Allison the way that Kylie could.  Bill and Nick were also looking at Kylie, but their faces displayed fear and uncertainty.  Kylie grinned as she rolled her mammoth shoulders, striations dancing across her golden-brown skin as she did, the lumps of muscle in her deltoid cluster and trapezius hopping and twitching with power. 
        "If you two want to grab titties so badly, why don't you come out her and try to grab mine," Kylie said, flexing her pectorals slowly so they rolled like ocean waves, her huge round boobs wobbling as they moved up and down under the sheer white mini dress, bouncing heavily with with every sentence that she spoke.  "After all, my titties are a lot bigger than hers.  I'm sure you got a good look at them today while I was in my little pink bikini.  In my little pink bikini, moving more weight than you ever could.  Moving more weight than you ever could, even though I wasn't even trying."
        Bill and Nick were sweating with nervousness as they looked at each other, exchanged a knowing glance, and nodded.  With a shout the two gigantic men ran from the elevator and lowered their heads, slamming into my 13 year old kid sister like human battering rams.  Bill's right shoulder and Nick's left shoulder both struck Kylie square in the stomach, two textbook perfect tackles landing in perfect synchronicity.  If Kylie had been a tackling dummy she would have been thrown to the ground, knocked off her feet, or split in half.  But Kylie wasn't a tackling dummy.  Kylie was the strongest human being on earth, and the two men crashed into her as if she were a brick wall wrapped in golden brown satin.  The two men grunted in pain as their legs gave way underneath them, rattled by the force of their impact with Kylie's hulking unmovable body.  Kylie's only response was to laugh and toss her hair as the two huge men pulled themselves up onto their hands and knees.  "Ha!"  Allison gloated.  "Kylie's too strong for you!  Too strong for both of you put together!"
        As if in response, Kylie wrapped her arms around the two mens' necks, and slowly began to squeeze.  There wasn't a trace of effort showing in her beautiful youthful face, or in her massively muscled upper body, but the two professional strongmen were turning beet red.  And they were starting to panic. 
        Nick dug in his legs and pushed against Kylie, trying to throw her off balance.  During the World's Strongest Man competition, Nick was able to push a flatbed truck full of bikini girls down a 100 meter strip of sand in less than 3 minutes, so there was no doubt that he was strong.  But Kylie was stronger.  A lot stronger.  Nick pressed forward with all his might, but Kylie's lower body easily absorbed the force of his attack, her gigantic peach-shaped butt contracting under her tight white dress as she held herself in balance, and her massive beveled calves bulging as she dug in her heels.
        Bill began to swing hammerfist blows at Kylie's body, as best he could with his limited flexibility.  During the World's Strongest Man competition, Bill was able to press a 210 pound dumbbell overhead 12 times, so there was no doubt that he was strong.  But Kylie was stronger.  A lot stronger.  Bill pounded his big bony fists into Kylie's back and shoulders, but Kylie's upper body easily absorbed the force of his attacks, his fists bouncing harmlessly off Kylie's physique as if it was cast from solid steel, his strongest blows unable to move her sculpted muscles a single millimeter in any direction. 
        Kylie watched the men struggle for a few seconds, then finally released them, laughing as they gasped for air while they knelt at her feet.  With a flourish, Kylie raised her arms into a double biceps pose that made me cry out in shock.  Her body was throbbing with muscle in every direction, from her 29" arms to her 51" inch chest to 36" thighs to her calves, which must have been at least 29" themselves.   My heart sunk in my chest.  As much as I wanted to, I couldn't deny the  fact that my 13 year old sister was the biggest, strongest, most muscular human being alive.  And honestly, no one even came close to matching her.  Not Ty Tate, not Bill Booker.  No one.
        As her body swelled with power, her sleeveless, strapless, low-cut mini dress was stretched to its limit.  As her thighs ballooned, the dress pulled up over her hips to give a glimpse of her lacy white panties in the front and the bottom edges of her bulbous buttocks from behind.  As her back spread, the dress pulled down over her breasts forcing them up and out like jiggling globes of tanned glitter-flecked flesh the size of volleyballs, and would have slipped down completely if not for her jutting nipples, which held the white fabric up like the knobs on a coat rack.  "Look at me,"  Kylie growled at the men on their knees before her.  "Look at my muscles.  And beg me not to crush you with them."

[Mastron]

A couple of things:

1) Dang, that display of strength from Kylie wasn't exactly what I was expected. It was much more casual that my suggestion. The point of how easily she exudes power is clearly more elaborate with her just tearing the doors by flicking her wrists.

2) This chapter made me hate cliffhangers, hahaha. I want to see the good stuff. Her beating up the other 2. Like really beating them up...
Also, not sure what kind of sick man I am, but there's this dark passenger in me that wish Rick just loses it, and despite realizing finally that Kylie -is- as strong as she is, that out of all the frustration he feels, to finally attack Kylie. Fully aware he can't hurt her, fully aware how insignificant he is, but simply incapable of handling it even more. I imagine Rick punching Kylie till he's knuckles go bloody, breaks some fingers, and is awash by tears and frustration, Kylie just staring at him. Not anger, no condescendingly, just a blank stare...

While, I think I've vouched for reconciliation for a long time, what i keep seeing through the story is the utter defeat and deconstruction of Rick. He has absolutely no more threads to perpetuate his fantasy that Allison is his girlfriend, completely eclipsed by Kylie, and has to deal with the fact that he'll never get back to a person he feels tormented him for most of his life.

I still want to see Kylie mature, and not be so snarky, bitch towards her brother, but.... yeah, I feel that a person can only take as much humiliation, be deconstructed so much before they snap. In the words of the Joker
- "All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day."

I really, really want to see the conflict between the two escalate to higher peaks, before it explodes into smithereens and the two are simply lost to try piece things together.

Wholly hope, and wish that Kylie, after her previous hospitalization of Rick makes evident how she's really trying to pull her punches against her brother. Doesn't want to hurt him...

I want to see new layers between the two of them. Maybe not out of remorse, maybe not out of a feeling of brotherhood... But, the complexity that it should be, for even someone as powerful as Kylie, who IMO prolly should already be stated that has achieved legal emancipation to deal with such a long-standing relationship as she has had with Rick. Let it simmer, let it boil...

For real, I want to see a broken Rick lash out with all the pent up rage in his heart against Kylie, even when he thinks, or believes that she doesn't care for him, and could kill him instantly. Like that scene in Forrest Gump when Lt Dan shouts at the storm like a mad man. I think the moment of reckoning is nigh....