Mike and Kelly

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Part 1

Mike slowly wandered through his house's ample living room. It was Saturday, about 10 am and his parents weren't home. They were, as usual, working, leaving the maid/babysitter Edna in charge who, as usual, was taking one of her many daily in-the-job naps.


Mike was a 13 year old boy, somewhat tall but very thin, scrawny even. His height was his only remarkable physical quality, since strength obviously wasn't his strength. His grades weren't bright either. Mike's main talents were his creativity and his artistic drive. He liked to draw and play the accordion and his number one dream job was designing characters and stories for WotC games. At school, Mike had been bullied for a few years before the novelty passed and he became an expert in not drawing attention. His only friend, Jeff, was openly coward and vanished whenever there was trouble around. Girls practically didn't recognized his existence and professors usually forgot his name.


Now, Mike had a dream job, but he never thought about it in a meaningful way, it was just a nice fantasy. In fact, Mike had no real ambition of his own, which was the main reason for his parents' cold treatment of him. Both of them were not only workaholics, but also people who despised conformity. They wanted their children to have great aspirations and goals and to work toward them until they fell from exhaustion. Mike had discovered his passion and talent for drawing and playing the accordion at 7 years old, which made his parents very happy. They exhorted him to learn as much and as fast as he could and tried to make him dream of grand concerts, fame and whatnot. But, when it became clear that Mike had developed his skills as much as he wanted to and had no ambition of becoming a famous artist, his parents gradually lost interest in him. Nowdays, they treated him coldly, with indifference, keeping him alive because, well, he was already born. All of their attention had shifted to Mike's little sister, Kelly.


Being in the living room, Mike could easily see all of his sister's medals, proudly displayed all over the place by their parents. All of these medals were first prizes for competitions about child fitness, which were abnormally popular in the region. Mike sighed, looking at his sister's accomplishments. His relationship with Kelly had been cold and distant for many years now.  It wasn't that he held a grudge against his little sister because of their parents' attention, or that he envied her triumphs or anything like that.  The truth was a little more complex.


Mike was deeply afraid of his little sister. You see, there's something about Kelly that you don't find on normal girls. 11 years old Kelly was stronger than any average adult man and had the muscles to prove it. She had an average height for a girl her age, but her muscular development was jaw-dropping. She wasn't what you would call "bulky", even with her wide back and thick legs, her silhouette was slim and elegant. But, when flexed, her powerful muscles bulged to proportions that looked huge on her slender body, also showing an amazing definition, with a clear cut six-pack in her tummy (obliques and all), round shoulders that lead to slender arms which doubled their girth when flexed and showing peaked biceps hard as stone and defined as if sculpted in marble, her back was a canvas of muscular mounts and valleys, her legs strong like stone pillars and even her glutes and pecs were amazingly developed. However, the magical thing about Kelly was that her figure was always harmonic and never looked too big, too wide or too bulky. Her monumental body was contrasted and perfectly supplemented by her angelic face: small nose, big green eyes, round soft cheeks and beautiful black hair which reached past her shoulders, with cute bangs and usually one or two hair decorations. She had a high pitched voice but it sounded adorable, not squeaky. Kelly was the diamond apple in her parents' eyes.


As far as her personality went, Kelly was a pretty quiet girl. She talked little and didn't spend much time with anyone. Mike had been afraid of his sister for years, not because she had done anything to him, but because of what he knew she could do to him, if she wanted. And he was right: with her adamantine body, Kelly could crush Mike like a rotten grape in a thousand different ways and he would be utterly powerless to stop her. Kelly had much more strength in one of her steely arms than what he had in his whole body. Even when unflexed, the power of her muscles never went unnoticed. When she DID flex them, her legs rippled with strong cords of muscle, her arms almost became pyramids of rocky flesh, her back turned into a breath-taking mountainscape and her abs practically became armor. Mike suspected that not even a weapon of some kind would give him an advantage over his 11 year old sis.


Not that he thought Kelly would actually hurt him. She had never done so, even when she had the chance. However, it was also true that the relationship between these siblings had diminished to the point of being almost non-existent since Kelly had turned 6 and discovered her amazing strength and her gift for developing her muscles. When discovering their daughter's ability five years before, her parents turned all their support and attention on her, dreaming of fitness competitions, internet fame and new and interesting business venues that could appear form the moment they realizaed Kelly was special. Thus, they enforced Kelly's extremely harsh lifestyle of obsessive dieting, brutal daily workouts and constant fitness competitions, directing most aspects of their daughter's life. This had excellent results for their selfish ambitions: sweet little Kelly was as succesful as her parents envisioned and never achieved anything less than first place in any physical competition she entered (though there was another young girl in the area with a body almost as amazing as hers and who always came a close second in their competitions).


Truly, Mike was aware of all this and had often wondered if he was being unfair with Kelly. But then he would imagine what Kelly's fist could do to his face, or he would hear the clanging of the heavy weights she lifted daily in the basement, or would see her displaying her strength in some way, usually at her parents' command, and the fear would kick in again. And, to be frank, Kelly mostly acted like he didn't even exist. Mike still had vague, fuzzy memories of playing with his sis in the backyard, happily running around and laughing without a care in the world. Five years had passed since those times, but it felt like a whole life to him.


Something had happened in the last couple days, though, that had made Mike unsure of his feelings towards her sister. At school, Kelly had...


Ah crap. Those footsteps were hers, no doubt. Mike really didn't want to have contact with his sister at that moment. He had to sort through a few things first.


Mike scuttled as quietly as possible to a corner of the living room and hid among the curtains. A few moments later, the soft sound of Kelly's footsteps came from the stairs and the little amazon appeared, her hair still a mess, her sleepy eyes wandering aimless trough the place, her pastel pink PJs looking weird on her with the sleeves snuggly embracing her powerful arms, the torso section hanging more loosely and the pants practically painted on her lower body. Mom had chosen a small size for those pajamas for some reason, Mike was sure. Knowing Mother, it might have something to do with Kelly's "mental image" or whatever she used to say. No matter the reason for choosing them, those pajamas easily showed the steel-hard body they tried to cover. Her silhouette was crystal clear and, truth be told, Kelly owned a butt that girls five to ten years older would have killed to possess. Mike felt a weird chill down his spine, not entirely unpleasant.


Still covered by the curtains, Mike waited and saw Kelly enter the kitchen. He heard some noise, which he was sure was made by Kelly, getting for breakfast whatever their parents ordered her to. Kelly was a very obedient girl and Mike couldn't remember her ever talking back to their parents.


Mike waited some more, hoping Kelly would quickly go back to her bedroom. Whatever she had to prepare, it was taking a while. Just when Mike thought about dashing upstairs as quietly as possible, Kelly exited the kitchen and came back into the living room. Pausing for a second, the little girl yawned and stretched, twisting her hips and bending her arms so her hands would reach the back of her head. That's when Mike heard it, loud and clear, the sound of fabric tearing apart. It was a short spasm that surprised both siblings. Kelly inspected her PJs and found a tear in her right arm's sleeve. Then, with an absent-minded look, she slowly flexed her arm. The sleeve filled until the peak of that muscular mound showed through the gap in the cloth. Mike watched in perfect silence and stillness. It was reasonable, given her development, but actually watching her making a rip in her clothes by casually flexing her muscles was pretty impressive. However, Mike was not ready for what he saw then.


Kelly flexed a second time and then a third time, pumping her arm more and more. Then, she noticed the whole-body mirror in the living room, approached it and flexed both her arms. Then, without any warning, she grabbed into her sleeves and pulled, tearing them apart from her pajamas without apparent effort. Mike's loud gasp was fortunately covered by the sound of the cloth being brutalized and the sleeves were suddenly on the floor, Kelly sporting a sleeveless PJ shirt and checking herself out in the mirror.


Kelly flexed her arms in a double biceps pose one, two, three, four times, watching her muscles rise. Unflexed, her arms weren't much bigger that one could expect for an 11 year old girl, but it was amazing how much Kelly's biceps could grow when she wanted them to. All of Kelly's muscles were impressive, really, but her mighty biceps were perhaps the most spectacular.


Kelly opened and closed her hands many times and brought her arms down in a most muscular pose, widening her back. Mike was mesmerized, looking at her sister's muscular arms and feeling a very odd sensation inside him. He had no idea what it was, but it was very, very awkward for some reason.


Kelly made a little pout and suddenly, her faced took on a stern look. She flexed both her arms again, this time with a soft grunt escaping her lips. Her biceps bulged until they became round domes of rock hard flesh and then kept growing until they peaked into two solid hills with mind-blowing definition. Her arms were shaking with the effort and Kelly turned to see how her muscles looked from behind. Mike was shaking like a leaf and was terrified of making a noise that would give his presence away. Damn, with those muscles, his little sister could easily kill him for sure, without giving him any chance at survival.


Kelly did a couple more flexes of her right arm and turned to face the mirror once again. She casually slid her pajamas' shirt upwards to uncover her washboard abs, six bricks of pure muscle surrounded by obliques that flexed at every little movement of her core. With those bulging muscles, her tummy was pretty intimidating. Mike thought that there would be little difference in punching his sister's belly and punching a brick wall.


Kelly touched her abs with her dainty fingers and ran her small hand up and down her six-pack, making Mike's right eye twitch. Then, Kelly finally flexed her abs. If they looked solid before, now they seemed impenetrable. Each of her abs stood clearly separated from the others and a coin would easily get lost in the lines between them. It was amazing. Kelly contemplated her muscular belly for a few more seconds before sighing and relaxing. Then, she turned from the mirror, showing her back to Mike and walked not to the stairs that lead to the rooms, but to the basement, were all of her "toys" were.

Mike spent about a minute in complete inaction, until he heard the rhythmic clangs of Kelly's workout. Sure that his sister wouldn't notice, he darted through the living room, ran upstairs and locked himself in his room.


Mike had suspected Kelly of being some sort of narcissist for a while. Maybe that was the reason she didn't connect with anyone else. Maybe she thought they were beneath her outstanding physique. Mike had imagined Kelly's mindset was something akin to this and it bothered him greatly, for he really disliked that kind of people. If it weren't for what he had seen at school on Thursday, he might still believe it.


The young boy realized he was still somewhat shaky after witnessing his sister's muscular display and tried to calm himself down, to no avail. Knowing that Kelly would take a long while in the basement, Mike decided to take a shower.


A cold shower.

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Part 2

By NotADrummer

Mike was browsing the internet in his room, his hair still wet after the shower. After he got a first row seat on a peepshow featuring his 11 years old little sister's muscles, he had realized that enough was enough. He had to talk things out with his little sis. He couldn't take this tension anymore. But first, he had to sort out his actual feelings towards her and, to this end, he was searching for pictures and videos of muscular little girls. It was easier than he thought: it's really amazing how much young gymnasts can develop their musculature. He found some really impressive girls of varying ages, but none of them were as amazing as Kelly.


Then, he got to the "muscular little girl" stories and he had to take a break. It was too much. Sure, the muscles on those fictional girls were so huge they were cartoony and hard to take seriously. But damn, those stories hit him hard. Most of them were pretty brutal, even reflecting the things Mike was afraid Kelly could do to him if she wanted to: choking him to unconsciousness with her python arms, breaking his bones like they were made of cake frosting, crush him like an egg between her rock-hard thighs, grind his face off in her perfect abs, throwing him around like a ragdoll using a single hand... the possibilities were endless. It was horrifying, but also somewhat fascinating.


However, when he got to the "ridiculously muscular little sister" stories, his heart stopped for a moment. Oh, boy, these were pretty heavy on him. Some of them were brutal, some of them not... but all of them upset him. He wanted to stop reading, but he couldn't. He read about 12 year olds beating their dads at arm-wrestling, about 8 year olds whose abs were harder than stone, about 10 year olds with legs that could crush melons... damn. At this point, Mike was a nervous wreck, more confused than before. What was it that these stories made him feel and how was that related to his feelings for Kelly? Was it dread? Yes, sure. But, was that all?


Mike heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew immediately it was little Kelly, after finishing the first part of her daily workout. He stood up and went to take a peek through the keyhole. It was her, alright. Sweaty, tired and with her PJ's shirt unbuttoned, for some reason. Her bricklike six-pack was plain to see, her little belly button sitting in the middle of a silky-smooth washboard. The space between her undeveloped breasts was visible too, as were the contours of her pumped up pecs, which made it seem as if little Kelly's chest was developing faster than it actually was. It was useless that Mike's mind yelled that this was his own little sister or that she was 11 friggin years old. This view was downright erotic. Kelly stopped by the bathroom door and leaned on its frame, giving her bro a pretty good view of her amazing silhouette. Her legs were barely contained by her PJ's fabric, as was her rear. "It should be illegal for little girls to have that kind of booty", Mike thought. Kelly just stood there for about five or six seconds before sighing and going to her room, on the other end of the hallway.


It was only after she had shut her door that Mike dared to move. He was shaking like a leaf and burning inside. "Damn" he thought "do i have the hots for my sister?". He had to settle matters once and for all with Kelly. And not only because he wanted to finally decide how he felt about her, but because he had realized he wanted to know his sister as he once had. It had been so long since the siblings had stopped acting like siblings that Mike had formed a distorted view of Kelly: a haughty, narcissistic, cold child who didn't care about others. But a few days ago, Mike had bumped into Kelly at school, when she was crying by herself around the lockers. She ran away immediately, leaving him paralyzed where he stood. Sure, they didn't have a good relationship, but there was a primordial fraternal fiber that shook at that moment. When he came to, he heard a couple of girls talking. "Who was that, running like crazy?" asked one. The other made a sound of disgust and answered "never mind, it was the freak". They shared a giggle of contempt while walking away.


Mike realized that, for some reason, he was angry at those bitches. It suddenly hit him: he had no idea how Kelly was doing in her life. Did she have any friends? Was she doing ok at school? Did she have a crush on someone? He knew nothing about this. At home, the siblings looked at each other from afar and never had meaningful conversations. When eating, most of the time their parents ate in each of their studies, so they could keep working, and the sibs ate by themselves, in different parts of the house. When they were on the same room, they seldom spoke to each other. Mike almost never talked at home: his parents didn't care much about anything he had to say. Mike realized Kelly was probably in a similar position: sure, their parents were constantly over her, but they probably didn't pay much attention to what Kelly had to say either, unless it involved her workouts, her competences or the business they used her for. "Damn", he thought "is she just 11 and already alone in the world?". Well, no more. It was due time for the siblings to sit down and talk.


At the present time, tough, Mike was a little bit way too damn flustered to do it. Plus, Kelly wouldn't have free time until the evening, and only for a short while. He heard what was without a doubt Kelly going to the bathroom to hit the shower, before starting the next round of her workout. It would have to be once she was really done exercising.


It was night already. The maid had left, their parents had come home and then they had departed again, leaving some cold pizza for him to eat and a carefully designed dinner for Kelly. Mike had spent a good while calming himself in his room before going downstairs, where he knew he would find Kelly, sitting by herself on the living room, watching something on TV in the short free time she had. Their parents had given her the freedom on at what hour she would spend her free time each day, and she liked to use it right before going to bed at night. And sure enough, there she was, sitting pretty on the couch watching Frozen for the fourth or fifth time. She was wearing a loose long sleeved shirt and jogging pants that did a decent job at hiding her impressive body. Mike walked silently into the place, as was his habit. He stood there for a few seconds, unnoticed, without knowing how to begin. He walked a few more steps clumsily and whispered to himself "here goes nothing".


- Um... Kelly?


Kelly turned suddenly with a gasp and surprise clear on her cute face. Mike came closer.   


- ... You scared me - she said.

- Sorry... um, could we... um... ah, hell, could we talk?


Shit, why was this so difficult?


- Sure - answered she slowly, obviously shocked, while turning the TV off - What is it?

- Well... - Mike thought it would be better to be direct – about whatever happened in school...

- Oh... - Kelly lowered her eyes, saying nothing in return.

- Yeah – said Mike – about that... well... are you alright?

Kelly looked at him oddly, as if it was the first time she saw him.

- Um, yes... I mean...

- Well, I don't think so – said Mike, finally starting to sound convinced – You don't cry by yourself and then run away if you're alright.

- ... It's nothing.

- Look, Kelly – said Mike as he sat on the couch next to his sister, who could barely believe what was happening – I've been an awful brother for a really long time... but I want to do better, I really do. So, whatever is going on... you can tell me, ok?


Kelly stared in awe at her brother as if she was in trance. Ah, crap, how would she react to this? Would she get mad and make him swallow his own fucking teeth? Would she break his legs? Would she simply and fiercely kick his sorry ass? Mike was scared off his socks, but he steeled himself as best as he could. "Don't run away, you damn coward, don't!" he yelled inside his head, fighting the temptation of getting the hell out of there.


But, of course, she didn't do anything. Kelly averted her eyes and spoke timidly.


- It was nothing... I was just a little sad.

- Did you fight with a friend or something like that?

- No... well I... I was a bit lonely...

- Lonely? But why?

- Mike, I... I don't have any friends at school... or anywhere.


Little tears were forming on Kelly's eyes. Mike was perplexed. He had thought of his little sis as many things before: intimidating, strong, scary, quiet, beastly... but never "cute". Or, maybe, he hadn't in a long while.


- You don't? How come? – he asked, coming closer to her without realizing.

- Gym... the locker room. The other girls saw me and... and told me I'm an ugly freak... and then, they just kept shouting and laughing, again and again... told the boys in my class too and soon everyone was pointing at me and calling me an ugly freak. The teacher made them shut up but... but he didn't ask what happened...

- Oh, Kelly...

- And they told other classes too and spread rumors... saying I eat people, or that I'm crazy and punch random people on the street... and, and...


Kelly started sobbing. Mike couldn't believe how blind he had been. How could anyone find this sad and lonely kid frightening? Shit, he had heard some wild rumors about a girl around school, but he never stopped to think about them. Just rumors, after all. He never thought those very rumors could've been hurting his sister. Mike put a hand in Kelly's shoulder. Even this light contact was enough to feel how hard her flesh was.


- ... and no one cares! – yelled Kelly, suddenly – The teachers don't care, other kids don't care!... You don't care! Mom and dad don't care!


All of a sudden, Mike's brain took the backseat and he hugged his sister has tight as he could in such an awkward position. Kelly was paralyzed for a moment, and then she cried loudly and hugged him back. Tight... too tight! Mike felt his ribs were shaking hands while the air escaped his lungs.


- Urgh... Kelly...

- Ah! Sorry Mike!


The little powerhouse let go of her bro so he could breathe again. His brain had entered fear mode again for a moment, but he got it under control. Things were actually unfolding much better than he had thought.


- Did I hurt you? – asked Kelly, with genuine concern.

- No, no I'm alright. Don't worry... I deserve it anyways.

- Mike...

- You're right, Kelly. I didn't care. But now I do. I'm really sorry I've been such a crappy brother. I don't want you to be alone and I don't want you to be sad. I realized, when I saw you crying the other day, that, well, you're my little sis and I want us to be closer. Like we used to be, remember?

- Oh, Mike... yes. Yes, I remember.


Kelly lunged to hug him again and he braced himself for impact. But Kelly embraced her brother softly and stayed there like a kitten who wants attention. Mike hugged back and his hands felt the warmth and the dormant power of the little girl's back. "Don't you dare ruin this" he thought, once he started feeling like the room was getting hotter.


- So – he said – You talked about this with dad and mom?

- Yeah – answered she, letting go – I told them everything... but they said that the others are jealous of my strength, that they're beneath me 'cause I'm special and they're not and... um... "fudge" their opinion.


Ah, yes. Mike had heard that one before. It was the folks' favorite phrase to sweep aside inconvenient things. You don't think this business transaction will be good? Fuck your opinion! You think we're exploiting our daughter too much? Fuck your opinion! You think we're the worst parents ever? Well, fuck your damn opinion very much and merry Christmas!


- I see – he said, a twinge of anger in his voice – Well... I kinda know how that feels. I mean, I was lonely too until a short while ago. It'll get better, I promise. At least, you can count on me now.


Kelly stared at her bro and flashed a timid smile. Mike felt awesome, for some odd reason. After all this time, he could still try to be a decent brother.


- So... they make fun of you for your muscles? Now that's stupid... um, not that you'd ever hurt a fly – said Mike, trying to keep his fear from showing on his voice - but still.

- Hmm...

- Um... you ever thought about, you know... changing? So they'd stop?

- Once... but, I won't – Kelly said in a somber tone.

- Why?

- Well... this is how I am – said the girl in a soft voice. She started to absent-mindedly move her right arm up and down – Mom and dad want me to be like this... They help me be better, they are happy when I get stronger, win the pageants, help them in business...

- Yeah, well... but their opinion is not the most important – said Mike, noticing her arm's movement – You really don't have to do it if... if you don't want to.

- Yeah... well – began Kelly, with clear doubt in her voice, while curling her arm more noticeably now – I... it's not just for them.

- ... Oh – said Mike, his eyes fixed on his sister's arm, which bulged at every curl under her shirt.

- I... I like it too – said Kelly, now definitely flexing her arm again and again, and putting some strength into it – Feeling... like this.


Kelly raised her arm, pulled the sleeve and flexed hard, but slowly. Mike witnessed his sister's arm grow into a ball of flesh under her silky skin and then turn into a peaked, amazingly defined mound of muscle. It was huge. Those biceps were so nicely cut they looked actually sharp. Mike started trembling. Kelly was mesmerized by her own muscle, staring at it with an odd expression.


- I like having these muscles – she said, flexing again – I like feeling this strong – another flex, a bit faster this time – Flexing them, looking at these muscles – she flexed both arms now – Knowing how strong I am – she stood up, both arms still flexed – Showing off my strength when working out, or at the contests – She took off her shirt, revealing her steel hard abs and a sports bra beneath – Watching myself in the mirror and see how muscular and strong I am – She flexed her beastly arms again and again, while her abs tensed into pieces of sculpted stone – It feels great... being so strong.


Kelly finished the show by striking a side chest pose, looking right into her brother's eyes. Mike was shaking like a leaf in the wind, his jaw hanging limp. One second of awkward silence later, Kelly's face turned beet red and she quickly and clumsily put her shirt back on and sat on the floor, utterly embarrassed by her outburst, looking away from her bro.


Mike summoned all of his willpower to calm the fuck down. He looked at Kelly, who was curling into a ball and thought that this was part of communicating with her again. So, there was some truth to his idea about Kelly being self-absorbed... she clearly was proud of her body, to say the least. It was pretty awkward, but he decided he'd let it slide.


- Hey – said Mike – Hey, get up. No need to be ashamed. Um... it's fine.

- ...

- So you feel very proud about your body... well, I mean, you're amazing. It's uh, understandable that you're proud of yourself.

- Um... don't you think it's uh... weird? – asked Kelly bashfully.

- Nah – lied Mike – It's fine.


Kelly looked at him and shyly walked towards him. Mike realized he was trembling a little. It was a time as good as any to be completely honest.


- You're really awesome, sis. Honestly, I've been scared f you for a long, long while.

- Scared? – asked Kelly, dumbfounded – Really?

- Well, um, I know you'd never harm me, but, you being so strong... with those muscles you could smash me in so many ways... It's kinda scary... Sorry 'bout that.


Kelly said nothing and just looked at Mike. Now it was his turn to blush a little. She came a little bit closer and whispered something.


- ...na... l'em?

- Um... come again? – said Mike, his heart beating faster.


Kelly looked aside a moment, as if thinking if she was sure about this.


- Wanna feel'em? – asked the girl – My muscles... wanna feel how hard they are?


Mike's brain froze for a moment and then yelled at him that he had to say no in as many different ways as he could think of. But he just nodded slowly, without a word. Kelly, silent as well, took off her shirt in a slow movement that felt like ages. Mike saw his 11 years old sister's abs very closely, each of those wonderful, mesmerizing lines of definition and the shades of light and shadow that the lights on the living room painted on that sculpted waist. Then, as Kelly removed her shirt, Mike's eyes went up to the preteen's chest, the sports bra hiding the power of those chiseled pecs. Finally, Kelly dropped the shirt to the floor, her arms gloriously bare once more and slowly flexed them both, in a mute display of absolute power. Mike knew then that he was completely at his sister's mercy. He looked into Kelly's cute, blushing face, and raised a trembling hand. Numerous voices of doubt arose in his mind through his hand's voyage to Kelly's arm-mountain, but they were clearly not loud enough.


The very second his hand reached his sister's skin he was shaken to his core. Her skin was really smooth and her arm was even harder than he had thought. It was warm too and Mike started caressing its peak with his thumb. Kelly flexed harder and her peak got even more pronounced. Mike started to rub her sister's bicep and stretched his fingers to try covering that mighty muscle, just now realizing how big it actually was. Kelly slowly relaxed her arm and stretched it and Mike moved his hand to feel his sister's tricep, hard as stone and so well defined. Kelly softly grabbed his hand and moved it back to her bicep. Mike felt her unflexed muscle and marveled at it. Even relaxed it was dense and hard, and now Mike understood how her biceps became so big when flexing, it was like all that muscle was stored in there when not in use. Then, she flexed very slowly and Mike felt how her arm got harder and harder while the amazing mound of flesh grew to its peak. It felt amazing. Kelly flexed her arm a couple more times while Mike caressed her powerful rock-like arm, completely fascinated.


Kelly then knelt in front of her bro and flexed both of her powerful arms. Her eyes were like those of a kitten begging for cuddles. Mike caressed her muscles with awe, then her meaty shoulders and traps and then her forearms. After that, Kelly stood up once again and her hands touched her abs, clearly cut, dividing her tummy into six symmetrical and identical bricks of silk-covered iron. Mike's hands went up and down over that washboard before Kelly put her hands behind her head and arched her back slightly into a slow flex, letting out a soft sigh while her abs seemingly awoke, becoming more solid, the division getting clearer and deeper and her belly becoming like plated armor. Mike marveled before his sister's power, prodding those abs with his fingertrips and feeling their stonelike firmness. He stroke Kelly's obliques as well, gently and with evident awe. He started shaking again and traced the deep lines of definition on Kelly's abs with a trembling finger.


Kelly looked at her bro like she was hypnotized and her sleepy eyes wandered from his mesmerized face to her own powerful abs to her bulging biceps, slightly pumped up from all that flexing. She then took two steps back, leaving Mike's hand touching the air, and slowly took off her pants. Mike didn't even dare to breathe as he watched his sister's powerful legs emerge. Kelly dropped the pants to the side and stood proudly before her brother, dressed in her sports bra and tight lycra shorts. She approached her brother and took one more step with one foot before flexing the muscles on her leg. Her thighs were thick, shapely and obviously muscular when relaxed, but when her muscles flexed to action her leg seemed to grow even thicker and her thigh was now divided into big groups of muscle. She lifter her ankle somewhat and a rock solid slab of a calf that even looked like stone rose into glory. Mike knelt on the floor before his sister, looked at the marvelous leg in front of him and started caressing that beastly thigh with restrained fascination. Kelly's legs were as muscular as the legs of a girl her age could ever hope to be without looking monstrous. Strong, firm, defined, solid beyond measure and yet harmonic and graceful. Mike realized he wanted to kiss his sister's unbelievable legs, but he fought against that wish with everything he had and barely managed to win. He didn't stop caressing her leg though, and slowly made his way to her amazing calf, enjoying every millimeter of it and futilely squeezing it as hard as he could in order to feel her power.


Kelly had never felt so good. It was the first time since she started to build that fortress of a body that someone was paying this kind of attention to it. Having her muscles felt and caressed felt oddly nice. Sure, Kelly liked feeling her own muscles after working out, when looking in the mirror or when taking a shower, but this felt much more... real. She had acted on an impulse and was very nervous, but she realized she was really enjoying this. She pondered something for a moment and then slowly turned around, showing her backside to her brother. Mike was still entranced by her calf and didn't instantly realize what was going on. Kelly stretched and flexed her other leg towards him and Mike started fondling from her calf up, not even lifting his gaze. He slowly worked his way up, feeling the amazing strength of Kelly's legs' backside and, when he finally started to look up, he couldn't help but stare at Kelly's glorious rear, pronounced, round and firm. He fought another titanic battle in his mind, but he couldn't take his eyes away from that derriere and, as his hands passionately caressed Kelly's thigh, they kept going up until his fingertrips grazed the underside of Kelly's sculpted buttocks.


She gasped in surprise and Mike recoiled, his eyes shut in fear. He could clearly see how Kelly was going to turn around, sink her godly fist into his face, lift him in her arms of steel and crush him like a twig in a hug of death, as her biceps ballooned and dug into his bones, fracturing them just by flexing. But, when he finally dared to open his eyes, Kelly was standing, still with her back to him, in the same pose.


- It's okay, they're muscles too – she whispered softly, almost inaudibly.


Mike, completely silent, drew closer to his sister and, with trembling hands, felt her bottom, and softy caressed it up and down. The guilt was wrecking him but he just couldn't stop. His hands felt and prodded Kelly's incredible derriere, so round and firm. Without warning, Kelly flexed her glutes. Mike had seen flexed butts on the internet and they had seemed ugly, contorting into rectangular bricks of muscle. But not Kelly's. Her bottom didn't change shape but seemed to rise a couple millimeters and perhaps the shorts stretched in an almost imperceptible way. Mike grabbed one of Kelly's glutes and squeezed hard. Sure, it wasn't as hard as her arms, her abs or her legs but boy was it solid. He had a clear mental image of a pro batter striking at Kelly's butt with all his might and the poor bat not standing a chance, exploding into a million pieces with Kelly's steel bottom showing no sign of stress.


Finally, shame and guilt became too much and Mike took his hands off his 11 years old sister's unbelievable ass. Kelly wasn't sure how to feel. That had been really, really weird, not comfortable at all but not completely bad either. It was somehow cool having direct evidence that even her butt was rock solid. She had felt Mike clamp down with all his strength and it didn't amount to much. She had one last, crazy idea that made her blush so badly her face felt like an ember. But she decided to go with it anyways. This was too good to end just yet.


- Are you okay? – asked Kelly sheepishly, noting her brother's dead silence.

- Yeah, sorry, that was... that was awkward – confessed Mike – Uh... I didn't hurt you, did I?

- I don't think you could hurt me even if you wanted to – boasted Kelly with a giggle, surprising her brother.

- Yeah, maybe you're right – said he, timidly – God, you're amazing, Kelly. I can't believe these muscles are real, you're just... so... amazing.

- We're not done yet – said she softly.

- Uh... no?

- Nope... wanna feel my back?

- Uh... sure.


Mike began to move, approaching his hand towards Kelly's shoulders, but stopped when he noticed she was moving. His eyes opened wide and his jaw hanged limp. Kelly was taking her sports bra off.


- Ke.. Ke... no... no this is, this is too much – stuttered Mike.

- Go on – whispered Kelly – It's not that bad. It's the same we've been doing. Go on... and go up from the bottom...

- Uh...


Mike wrestled himself. One hand moved towards Kelly's lower back while the other tried to stop it. But, obviously, it was too late. They had come too far to stop now, Mike thought. The boy looked in awe at his sister's relaxed back. It was wide, firm and obviously solid. Slight lines of muscle and definition were already visible. Both of his trembling hands drew closer to Kelly's body and, after taking what felt like hours, made contact with the little titan's lower back. Mike's fingers slowly prodded Kelly's body, just above her rear, and worked their way up while his gaze was fixed on the amazing display of muscle between the little girl's shoulders. Crests and valleys of rock hard mass covered by soft skin. As his hands kept rubbing her body, Kelly flexed and moved the muscles on her back, showing her bro how impressive they were. She then expanded her back and left him shocked: it was amazing how wide her back could get, her torso an inverted triangle of muscular power. Mike stared at Kelly's back dumbfounded and thought that it was beautiful. His little sister's body was beautiful, powerful, truly amazing.


Mike started to slowly massage Kelly's back without thinking. It was pure instinct, as he had never given a massage before and Mike wondered if he wasn't making his sister uncomfortable. But when he was about to ask, Kelly spoke with a soft and relaxed voice.


- Ooooh, that's nice, Mike... when did you learn to give massages?

- Um... I didn't. It doesn't bother you?

- Mmmm... not at all - purred Kelly - It feels really good.


Kelly started to flex and relax her back muscles like she was stretching, while Mike's hands squeezed and prodded with energy.


- Mmm, you know? – said Kelly while flexing her biceps – Sometimes, after my workouts, I get all tense. Would you give me a massage from time to time? I'd really like that.

- Uh... sure, sis – answered Mike, with a loud gulp.


Mike's hands got to Kelly's traps and shoulders and kept massaging them, before going to her biceps again. Mike just couldn't believe how big and hard little Kelly's muscles were. Her abs, legs, back, butt, they all were amazing, but her biceps took the crown. Those arms were obviously strong when relaxed, but they got truly huge and ripped when she revealed their true power. Mike knew then he was working out all of his tense feelings right there and suddenly felt tired, his hands a bit sore after kneading such a hard body as Kelly's.


Kelly was on her limit. This was now getting too awkward. Kelly had wondered how far she would dare to go and thought that she could only go farther now by turning around. She realized she was feeling kinda hot and her muscles were pretty relaxed, all things considered. Mike had slowly approached his face to his sister's back without even realizing it. Close enough to kiss it, he thought. But nah, no way... he'd never do that... right? Mike had no time to answer himself before he noted his 11 year old topless sister was turning around. Slowly, trembling, stopping and constantly going back, but she was turning around. He was petrified and voiceless, while her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and weird emotion.


A loud clang sounded near the window, followed by the scream of surprise of the siblings, who jumped about 2 meters away from each other in a second. Mike had hit the couch with his back and almost made the thing fall over, while Kelly had turned into a ball of muscle and nervousness in the floor, her face burning and her arms tightly covering her chest. After a few seconds, Mike got on his feet and went to look. A dog had knocked the trashcan over. He knew that Kelly and him had both dreaded the unannounced arrival of their parents. He stood a while looking through the window until his breathing calmed down. He turned around and saw that Kelly hadn't moved at all. He slowly walked towards his sister, picked her bra from the floor as lightly as he could and handed it to her without a word. Kelly, also silent, slightly turned her face to him and clumsily tried to grab the thing without changing position. Mike couldn't help but smile and walked towards the stairs and then to his room saying nothing at all. He gave a quick peek while climbing the stair and saw Kelly putting the sports bra on with haste and panic. Mike decided not to have diner, he went to the bathroom to wash his face and then to his room, closing the door behind him.


The wrongness and the awkwardness of it all hit him when he went to bed. But, while looking at the ceiling, he thought that maybe it had been worth it. After that, having a normal relationship with Kelly seemed a little impossible but at least it wouldn't be shyness what stopped them from trying. Kelly had accepted his approach and seemed to appreciate his words. Now he had to actually act like the brother he said he would be, but he wanted to believe the most difficult part was over. He felt optimistic, something very odd in him, and thought that it would be interesting to see how different life as a proper older brother to a girl like Kelly would be.


That night, Mike dreamt of Kelly. It was a very intense dream. Kelly was wearing very snug clothes, a white t-shirt that showed a little of her abs and black tights. She started flexing her body in all sorts of poses until her clothes exploded to pieces and her naked, rock-hard body was right in front of him, her skin almost glittering. He wanted to touch her muscles but his hands never reached her. Kelly kept flexing and flexing, with soft grunts and sighs, her sleepy eyes looking straight at her brother. Her arms were pumped and looked even stronger than the real Kelly's. Mike couldn't take much more before waking up. Confused, he saw that it was barely 1 am. A long night awaited him, the longest he'd have in a while.

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Part 3

By NotADrummer

Sunday again. A warm, warm Sunday. It was pretty hot outside, but luckily the house was cool. Mike didn't have AC in his room, since his parents didn't think he was worth the money, but the rest of the house was nice. The folks were working downtown, Kelly was working out in the basement and he had nothing to do.


The relationship with his little sister has improved dramatically in the past month, since they had a heart to heart (and, then a near heart-attack). That talk had really brought them much closer and the immensely awkward muscle feeling session that ensued made everything that came after absolutely normal and tame by comparison. Mike and Kelly had started to talk to each other and it was great for both of them: they needed someone to actually listen to what they had to say.


Kelly had become much less timid and even her mood at school had brightened. Mike had discovered she was doing pretty bad at school and had begun to tutor her so her grades would improve. Not that he was an honor student or anything, but at least he could teach some things to his little sister. Kelly was very thankful for this and now enjoyed spending her free time with her brother, watching TV together, playing games or simply talking about whatever came to mind. They were both happier than ever: recovering their sibling relationship had done wonders for their morale.


Their parents had noticed, somehow, this new contact between their children and they weren't happy. Father had told Mike, in a rare display of attention to his firstborn, to stop wasting his sister's valuable time. Mike answered without a hint of shame or fear that he was helping Kelly, more than he or their mother cared to. Father would've flipped his shit, but why waste time on his son when he could use it productively for work? So, he just walked away without giving Mike a second look. Mother, meanwhile, had a talk with Kelly about the importance of administering her time correctly and forget distractions that could diminish her productivity, indirectly referring to her talks with Mike and the time they spent together while he was tutoring her for school. After all, the folks didn't care about Kelly's grades at all: strength was her strength, not grades. She didn't need good grades to improve her physique, win competitions and being a good model for their business venues. Kelly had never disobeyed or talked back to her parents but, this time, she looked her mother in the eye and told her she was aware of that already and she knew how to administer her time properly. Mother said no more, looked oddly at Kelly and returned to work. Time would tell if there was any need to take action about this problem. If Kelly's performance lowered, she would be punished accordingly.


Kelly certainly didn't seem concerned with whatever her parents might be plotting. She still was a gentle and quiet child, but now she liked to sprinkle her daily activities by playing some jokes on her brother from time to time. For example, she would put a finger over an object he wanted to take and, with very little effort, she wouldn't let him take it: there was no way Mike could overcome the beastly power of his little sister's musculature. Kelly would also sneak from behind on her brother while he was sitting alone in the kitchen, grab the chair and lift it with him on it, putting him over the table and giggling while he grabbed the chair to avoid falling and climbed down the table. Sometimes she would use the prodigious strength of her muscles to mess with his head: like casually letting a pencil roll down her arm when he was tutoring her and then flex her biceps until crushing the poor pencil to pieces. Other times she simply would show off her muscles while the two of them were just talking: flexing her arms, stretching and widening her back, crossing or uncrossing her legs while flexing them or slowly lifting her shirt to show her perfectly defined 6 pack abs. Mike's gaze would be inevitably lead to little Kelly's jaw-dropping muscles and big brother would lose focus, start babbling or falling silent for a couple seconds before recovering composure and berating his little sis, while Kelly giggled. It was all in good fun for her.


Mike had discovered how attracted he was to muscular women thanks to his interactions with Kelly. He discovered a new side of himself, even. Actually, his eyes were now truly opened to womanly beauty in general. Mike had realized that muscular women were another form of feminine beauty and he appreciated it greatly. However, unlike other forms of feminine beauty, Mike had determined that muscle women became much more attractive to him the younger they were, becoming very sexy when getting close to his age and driving him nuts when they were even younger than him.


After much soul searching, Mike had decided he didn't have the hots for Kelly's amazingly muscular body because she was his little sister: he had the hots for his little sister because of Kelly's amazingly muscular body. This had helped him to calm down a lot in regards to how flustered he got around Kelly and her bulging muscles. Sure, he still got excited when observing his little sister's displays of pure strength and when looking at her ridiculously powerful body. But he was much more in control now. He did have a few wet dreams about Kelly since that fateful night a month ago: observing, feeling and caressing Kelly's solid back, her big biceps that were like peaked mountains of flesh and soft skin, her well-developed pecs that were like rock plates on her growing chest (and the only major muscle group on Kelly's body that Mike had never touched), her wonderful abs with those deep lines of definition and hard as stone, her shapely legs that were pillars of mesmerizing musculature and, most embarrassing of all, her round, firm, abnormally solid behind.


Mike felt extremely guilty about those dreams and about his enduring attraction towards Kelly, which refused to die even in spite of all the new developments. But Mike was confident that, after more time spent with Kelly as real siblings, this attraction would subside. The thing was, he was extremely attracted to muscular young girls and Kelly was a) the most muscular young girl he had ever seen and b) living right under the same roof. Overcoming his attraction to his little sister wouldn't be easy, but he wasn't very worried. He had decided he would never do anything Kelly would not let him do (not that he could do otherwise, she had enough strength in one finger to keep him from doing anything at all and Mike was pretty sure Kelly could simply destroy him using any part of her body). But, all in all, Mike had progressed. Not feeling flustered when looking at his sister's steel-bubble derriere was impossible, but he felt good enough knowing his feelings for her were not inherently incestuous. He had been looking long and hard for pics and videos of the world's most muscular little girls and loved what he found. There were amazing kids around the globe with muscles that would've made him question his sanity, had he not known Kelly already. Most of these steel-hard girlies were gymnasts, but there were a few child bodybuilders who showed impressive results. Though, as Mike always came to think, none were as impressive as Kelly.


That Sunday had an interesting beginning. Not long after waking up and having breakfast, Kelly was already downstairs, ready to begin her daily regime to become even stronger. Mike usually stayed in the living room or in the kitchen in case Kelly needed his help for something. She usually didn't, but had sometimes asked for Mike to get her a bottle of water, helping her measuring her gains, handing her anything she needed, that sort of stuff. That Sunday, Kelly was quick to ask her big brother to go downstairs.


- You called, sis? – asked Mike, walking down the last steps.

- Yep – said Kelly in a chirpy tune – I was wondering something.


Mike stopped for a moment and gulped as stealthily as he could. Kelly had turned out to be a bold, curious and inquisitive little thing. She often asked him unexpected questions when he helped her with schoolwork and Mike couldn't imagine what could sweet Kelly be scheming that required his help in her workouts.


Mike looked at Kelly. She was dressed in a loose short sleeved orange t-shirt, which hanged more or less easily form her torso with the exception of the sleeves, which were straining a bit to cover her round and meaty shoulders and the upper portion of her biceps, which looked very defined and strong even when relaxed. Kelly's arms were her strongest part and only seemed little bigger that the average girl's (if very, very toned) until she flexed and those brawny arms doubled in size. Kelly was also sporting black lycra shorts that covered her hips but showed her thick and powerful legs, a pair of new white sneakers covering her feet. Kelly's hair was adorned with a dragonfly hairclip and she was warmly smiling towards her big brother.


The basement was Kelly's turf, a training hall for anyone who might desire to build a body of steel. Weights of different classes and magnitudes were numerous but also machines most people only saw in gyms and some of those machines were only present in very select gyms. Mommy and daddy had spent a lot of coin to help their sweet and cute little daughter build that siege-weapon of a body. There was ample space in spite of all the equipment, a part of the floor was cushioned and the walls were lined with mirrors so Kelly could admire her amazing musculature from many different angles, as she liked to do. And, while the place had potent lights installed, Kelly liked to dim them down, because it made for a relaxing atmosphere, in her opinion.


- I was thinking that you could help me start today's workout – said Kelly, in an innocent tone. Mike had his doubts.

- Sure... what do you want me to do?

- First, would you measure my biceps? – asked Kelly in a sweet tone.


Mike said nothing and looked for the measuring tape. She did this sometimes. Of course she could do it herself and their parents kept very thorough records about Kelly's growth that they updated often, so she always knew how her muscles measured. But Mike had come to realize that Kelly liked the attention he dedicated to her. After all, for their parents this was all business, nothing to think much about except how to get profit. It was different for them. Kelly herself liked admiring her muscles very, very much. She liked flexing in front of the mirrors, contemplating herself when getting either dressed or undressed and her showers were somewhat long because she spent time looking at and feeling her own muscles. She wasn't smug or vain about it: she was more fascinated with herself than anything. Like not even Kelly herself could believe how impressive her body was.


Getting attention from Mike was more interesting though. Kelly was used to her own fawning, but seeing how Mike got mesmerized (despite himself) by looking at and feeling his 11 years old sister's muscles was very amusing and fascinating for Kelly. After their hands-on experience the previous month, in which Mike's hands had caressed and felt most of his own little sister's muscular body, they never had done anything so extreme again. But, from time to time, Kelly liked to make his bro feel her muscles: daring him to punch her abs or asking him to put mosquito repellant on her arms or, as she had done the previous week, asking for a brief leg massage after an intense day of training. Kelly had a lot of fun that evening, dividing her attention between contemplating the amazing display of muscle in her legs and looking at Mike's face when he kneaded his sis' godly thighs. It was still quite embarrassing for both of them, and Kelly retained some of her previous shyness, so she didn't expose her brother to her musculature often. But, when she did, she liked it, and she knew Mike liked it too. They could always stop when it got too awkward, Kelly had reasoned.


Mike went to his sister's side, tape in hand.


- I think my arms grew a little bit – said Kelly, with a slightly excited voice.

- Seriously? Jeez, how big are you going to get? – asked Mike, divided between fear and fascination.

- Dunno. Not much bigger, I think, at least for now. But maybe stronger – answered Kelly while Mike unraveled the measuring tape.


Kelly raised her right arm and gently pulled the sleeve to reveal her entire right biceps. Even unflexed it emanated strength. One could see faint lines of her bulging muscle without her doing anything and the simple act of holding her arm parallel to the ground was enough to make her triceps move.


Then, Kelly made a fist with her small dainty hand and the dormant biceps seemed to wake up: Kelly stiffened her arm and the power within arose slightly while her forearm grew tense with muscle chords and her triceps took shape. Then Kelly proceeded to slowly, very slowly, flex her arm. The curve on her arm became more and more pronounced as a mound of dense muscle enveloped in silky smooth skin took form, growing larger and also more defined while Kelly's small and powerful fist drew an arc towards her shoulder. She wasn't even at midpoint when what looked like a near-perfect ball of a biceps had formed over her arm. Kelly's eyes were nailed to the middle point of that ball of muscle while her brother's gaze moved from one end of the biceps to the other.


As Kelly's hand continued its way, the ball changed shape slightly and a peak arose from it, pointing upwards and growing taller as Kelly's hand approached its destination. The glorious biceps showed now lines that divided it into upper and lower portions and the base became compact while the peak took its distinct form. The biceps had grown so large and thick it was hard to believe that it came from that arm, not to mention the contrast with the angelic face of the girl staring lovingly at it. Mike had seen it before and yet couldn't completely believe it: Kelly had muscles on her muscles. Comparing the shape of that biceps to that of a mountain was easy, if a bit unfair towards the mountain.


- Big, huh? – asked Kelly, her voice barely audible.

- Yeah... - answered Mike, like he wasn't even there.


The siblings took a couple seconds to remember what they were doing and Mike got to the measuring. Kelly was right: her arms had grown a little bit, a few millimeters, after all. Kelly enthusiastically proceeded to repeat the enticing scene with her left arm, the strongest-looking arm Mike had ever seen. It was one millimeter bigger than her right arm. Kelly was very happy about her gains: at this level of her muscular development, any growth was unexpected, at least until she got a tad older. Kelly kept her left arm flexed, while Mike retired the measuring tape, unable to take his eyes off his sister's biceps. Kelly looked at him and started to bounce her biceps slightly, down and up, down and up, while Mike's gaze stayed fixed on it. After a few repetitions, Kelly flexed with all her might, putting so much strength on the flex that her arm began to tremble. The lines of definition on that marvelous muscle became even deeper and a small vein could be seen on top of the mighty arm. Mike was mesmerized but he thought Kelly should stop before she strained herself.


She stopped on her own though, and both siblings kept contemplating the monumental arm. Mike's hand went to it and started caressing it, feeling how warm and hard it was. Kelly bounced it for him a little more while his hand was there to feel her strength and the eyes of the siblings met. Kelly's lips parted for a moment and she kept her eyes on her brother, as if she wanted Mike to do something. He knew he wanted to kiss that biceps, but managed to wrestle himself and win, taking a deep breath and calming down. It was too soon to lose his head yet.


Mike turned to put the measuring tape away and both siblings took a couple seconds to chill. Mike cleared his throat while Kelly played absentmindedly with her hair.


- So – said Mike, a bit nervous – You wanted me to help you with your workout?

- Yeah – answered Kelly, slightly stuttering – Say, Mike, do you know how much do you weigh?


Mike was surprised by the question. After thinking for a few seconds he realized he hadn't the slightest idea.


- Now that you ask, no, not really. Why?

- Well... um...


Mike looked at Kelly and saw she was fidgeting. Oh dear, she had something weird in mind.


- I'm done with warm-up and it occurred to me that I could start today's workout... using you as a weight – said Kelly in a quiet tone.

- You've gotta be kidding...


Kelly was swinging her arms around and making puppy eyes at him. She really liked showing off her brutal strength to her big brother. Mike sighed and knew they were going to do it. Maybe he was spoiling her, but nobody else in the world was going to do it.


- So... How are we going to do it? – asked Mike. Kelly's face lit up and her cute little smile warmed her brother's heart.

- Really?? – asked Kelly, excited – Well, there are some short ropes around here, I thought we could kinda tie you up and I lift you by the ropes.

- Hey, that's gonna hurt.

- Not if we do it right, dummy – answered Kelly while looking around for the ropes, a bounce on her step and a giggle in her voice. Mike gave up.


A short search later, Kelly approached Mike with two thick ropes and proceeded to tie them up around her brother's waist and lower thighs. Then, Mike wiggled about (much to Kelly's amusement) and changed the placement of the ropes slightly. He lay on his side, at his sister's feet, his knees bent and his arms stiff, looking away from Kelly.


- I first thought of deadlifting you – said Kelly as she took position – but you're so lanky. So I think curling you will be better.

- Curling? Kelly, I don't really know how heavy I am, but I gotta be around a hundred pounds or so – said Mike, pure brotherly concern on his voice - Isn't that way too much for you to curl? I know how strong you are, but...


Kelly's giggling made him stop. He laid on his back and looked up to Kelly who was looking down at him with a big, pretty smile.


- No, brother – she said, full of confidence – You've seen how big and hard my muscles are, but I don't think you know how strong I am.


Kelly emphasized her words by flexing both of her pythons with her fists pointing outwards. The sleeves of her t-shirt got immediately pulled back by the flexing of those biceps. Mike gulped. Baseballs could only wish they were that big and hard. Mike nodded slowly in silence, as he looked upon her sister's smiling and pretty visage, her powerful arms at her side and the light shining behind her, giving her cute head a pale halo. Mike got back into position and Kelly bent down to pick the ropes and grab them firmly with her small and pretty hands. Mike guiltily imagined how his sister looked from behind, bending down with those black shorts.


- Ready? – whispered Kelly in a tone Mike found awfully seductive. He nodded and stayed as stiff as he could, per Kelly's instruction.


With a soft grunt, Kelly arose and curled her arms, taking her brother off the ground. Mike couldn't believe it. Well, he could, but it was still pretty impressive. He was looking away from Kelly but he could see in a distant mirror his sister's strong legs firmly standing, her beautiful face frowning in concentration, her forearms thick with strength and even the sides of her huge bulging biceps. She was holding his horizontal body at about her navel's height, Mike hanging from the two strips of rope Kelly was grabbing. Mike slowly came closer to the floor and ascended once again just before reaching it. Kelly was really curling him.


- It's really hard to keep form like this – said Kelly, barely any effort in her voice – If we ever do this again, we'll have to find a better way.

- Um, are you ok? – asked Mike.

- Sure – said Kelly, as she hosted him up again – No problem. You were right, you gotta be around a hundred pounds... A hundred and five, maybe? Hundred... eight?

- You can tell that much? – asked Mike, utterly embarrassed and fascinated by his little sister's muscular power.

- Well, yeah. I've been lifting weights for years. I can kinda tell how much they weigh by now.

- ... Oh.


The siblings continued the experiment in silence. Well, not in complete silence. Kelly's deep breathing and occasional grunts didn't go unnoticed by Mike. The little beast did repetition after repetition, using his older brother like another of her numerous weights. The warm air of Kelly's breathing brushed against Mike's ears and the poor boy was getting pretty flustered. Kelly kept demonstrating her strength by curling him again and again, panting just slightly, gracing her brother's ears with her soft grunts of effort. Mike could only imagine her powerful biceps flexing, growing strong and pulsing with power as she moved him up and down, up and down.


Mike was getting dizzy when Kelly finally stopped. She didn't look tired, but there really was no keeping proper form like this, she said. She helped Mike untie himself and he stood up to contemplate his little sister. She was standing there, looking pretty, wordlessly telling him that curing big bro was no challenge at all.


- Well, I knew you could do it – said Mike – but I didn't think it would be so easy.

- Heehee – giggled Kelly – you should never bet against these two.


Kelly gave a mighty flex of her arms, her biceps looking big and strong, going great with her smiling face. Mike was pretty amused by how easily and quickly Kelly could go from intimidating to hot to cute, at least in his mind. He gave a pat to each of his sister's biceps, then patted Kelly on the head and messed her hair a little bit, while she laughed. Kelly had a really nice shoulder-length black hair. She had wanted many times to grow it long, but always decided against it because she liked how the muscles on her back looked like with her hair as it was.


- Good job, sis – said Mike, with a hint of pride on his voice – You are really amazing.


Kelly didn't answer. She giggled somewhat awkwardly, looked down and blushed a little bit. She then looked at Mike and lunged to hug him. Mike was surprised but hugged back while Kelly tightened her grip a little bit. At that moment, Mike opened his eyes wide, as he realized something. When his hands felt his little sister's back, he knew he was right. He managed to play dumb and hug Kelly affectionately. She had always liked hugs, only no one at home had been too keen on hugging the past five years. That's what all the plush toys in her room were for.


- Thanks for your help, bro – said Kelly in a sweet tone, finally letting go of Mike.

- Don't mention it – answered Mike – I'll be upstairs. Gimme a shout if you need anything.


Kelly nodded as Mike turned to climb the stairs. He had managed to chill, but he didn't want to linger too long around his sister knowing she wasn't wearing anything under that t-shirt. That was the kind of thing that could fluster him easily and he didn't want to make Kelly uncomfortable either, which sounded like a great excuse. Kelly had turned out to be a pretty odd child: she was both shy and bold, reserved and boisterous, kind and sweet but also self-absorbed, in the way she admired her own body like she was contemplating the greatest of artistic masterpieces. However, Mike felt Kelly's virtues far exceeded whatever flaws she might've had. To be honest, Mike was very happy about recovering his relationship with his loveable sister.


Soon enough, the sounds of Kelly's activity started downstairs and the clangs of weights and the grunts of the little child could be softly heard from the living room. Mike spent his day coming and going from the living to the kitchen, his room and the bathroom. The siblings were home alone: Edna the maid was supposed to be there but she hadn't bothered to appear, his parents didn't know and neither Mike nor Kelly cared to inform them. It was a nice afternoon. Mike had decided to introduce his sister to Studio Ghibli movies that evening, so he made sure everything was ready way ahead of schedule.


It was hours later when Mike decided to check on his sister and see if she needed anything. It was night already and Mike knew Kelly was finishing her daily workload. She would relax for a while, take a shower and change into her leisure clothes, but maybe she could use a refreshment. Mike climbed down the stairs to the basement without a single sound, not because he was trying to be sneaky, but because he was so used to be sneaky that he did it subconsciously.


The lights on the basement were much dimmed. Mike was about to call his sister's attention when he saw her facing a mirror, showing her back to him, hypnotized by her reflection. Without knowing why, or perhaps knowing all too well, Mike stood silent by the doorframe, trying to go unnoticed by Kelly. There was enough light to distinguish her frame, her clothes and what Mike could see of her expression, mainly in the mirror. Her face seemed to be completely without emotion.


Kelly slowly raised her arms and flexed hard. A soft hmmmm of her whispering voice accompanied the move. Her sleeves were hopelessly pulled back by the growing mountains of muscle. Even from a few meters away Mike could see how defined those biceps were. And they were pumped. Big, hard, full of energy and power, Mike knew those biceps were very warm to the touch now. Kelly stood perfectly still for a while and then proceeded to do a side flex, turning aside while still pointing her backside towards the door and Mike. Kelly grabbed her right wrist with her left hand and flexed slow and hard, grunting softly, arching her back and raising her round and firm bottom just a little, her knees bending and her thighs briefly flaring with power. Kelly then proceeded to straighten her arms to admire her amazing triceps, rotating her arms slightly to appreciate every possible angle. She faced the mirror again and angled her hips while raising her arms and pointing her hands to the roof, stretching and giving herself an aside glance. Mike was expecting Kelly to kiss her reflection in the lips at any time. He was about to turn around and leave but got nailed to the floor when he saw Kelly was taking her t-shirt off.


As he had guessed, Kelly was now topless. She dropped the shirt to the floor and stared at her naked torso, widened her back and flared her lats while pointing her hands to the sky once again and then she brought her hefty arms down in a powerful flex that left both Mike and Kelly with their mouth open. Kelly spent about five seconds in that position before bringing her arms down in a most-muscular pose and then straightening them, with her fists pointing down. An admiring oooh reached Mike's ears and made him tremble ever so slightly. He couldn't see much of Kelly's front from where he stood, but he got the feeling Kelly was flexing and fawning over her own pectorals. The rhythmic hmm, hmms that he could hear from his sister's cute voice made him sure of it. His brain commanded him to discreetly leave immediately, but he couldn't move even an eyebrow. He was barely breathing, completely fascinated, as if he was seeing a mythical creature taking a bath in a waterfall.


Kelly's attention drifted downwards towards her finely sculpted abs and her hands ran up and down her muscled tummy many times, her excited giggles barely reaching Mike. After a while of seeing how his sister, almost naked except for her shorts and her sneakers, bent her waist to study all sides of her six-pack, Mike saw how Kelly flexed her left knee and lowered herself to the ground while stretching her right leg, caressing her thick thigh and voicing her own admiration of herself. Mike remembered Kelly dressed up very conservatively to go to school and thought that, even if not many guys would find an eleven years old kid attractive (and that eleven years old kid in particular), more than a few would be irremediably attracted to those legs. Kelly shifted her position to admire her left leg and then stood up. Mike thought this was a good opportunity for leaving, but almost suffered a heart-attack when he saw Kelly quickly turning around. Fast as lightning, Mike tried to hide behind the doorframe but he needed not panic: Kelly's attention was fully on the mirror. She was flexing the muscles on her back and posing to see how she looked like from behind.


Mike tried his best to be a decent person. He fought really hard inside his mind to do the right thing and leave without bothering his sister. He lost and, full of fear and fascination, he leaned on the doorframe and peeked at his sister. Kelly's beautiful face was turned to see her reflection, evaluating her muscular back and shoulders, and her pumped pecs were very visible form where Mike stood. He looked at his little sister's naked chest and thought that, at first sight, her strong pectorals made it look like her breasts were developing quickly. But, looking at them, it was easy to note the muscular striation on the child's chest, the somewhat square shape of her breasts, her chest evenly divided in two slates of strong flesh covered by the softest skin one could imagine, adorning the chest of this pretty little girl. Mike calmed down a bit and realized that looking at his sister's naked chest hadn't made him lose control, which was a good thing. He was very aroused, of course, but he was also honestly admiring his sister's unbelievable strength and fitness. Mike wondered if Kelly would ever develop her boobs. After all, she practically had no fat whatsoever on her body, just muscle. Firm, strong, hard and beautiful muscle all over her body, even on her preteen chest.


Kelly was panting, and she sounded somewhat excited. She shifted a bit in her place and her attention fell on her glutes. She let out a slightly embarrassed giggle as her hand rested on one of her round and firm cheeks. Her thumb caressed her behind softly before she got all awkward and retired her hand, as if fearing someone would catch her doing something so embarrassing. Mike wanted to be that hand. Kelly's face got serious again before looking at her reflection in the eyes, still with her back to the mirror and she flexed her arms once again, appreciating how they looked form behind. Then, her eyes left the mirror and slowly wandered towards her biceps. Kelly was still panting and her breathing got slightly harder. Her muscled chest moved in and out, in and out with her deep breaths and even her abs were flexed, maybe without Kelly realizing. She bit her lower lip. Mike knew something was about to happen and couldn't tear his eyes away from that beautiful beast he called his sister. Kelly opened her mouth slightly and slowly got her flexed arm closer to her face while closing her eyes. Her lips brushed against the warm and smooth skin covering that rock-hard muscle and Mike could hear how Kelly softly kissed her own biceps.


The air stood still for a moment. Kelly was petrified, as was Mike. With her eyes still closed, Kelly kissed her flexed arm once again, then she relaxed it and flexed it slowly while kissing it, with more passion now, panting hard. She then turned her attention to her other arm and began kissing that biceps as well while twisting her hips and letting some love-struck sighs escape her mouth. Mike was on fire and knew it was now or never, so he took advantage of his sister's display of self-affection and left the scene as silently as he could.


Mike was turned on and worried at the same time. He knew Kelly was very fond of her own body, but now it seemed she actually lusted after herself. But she was barely eleven, was she supposed to be this aroused? And with herself, particularly? The display had been really hot, but Mike thought Kelly maybe needed to see a therapist. Wait, the folks would never pay for that. Should he talk to her about it? But no, that would be like confessing he had seen the whole thing and he had no idea how Kelly would react to that. She would die of embarrassment first but, then what? He'd have to find a way to bring up the whole thing. But some other day. He had to chill now.


After a few seconds, sounds from the basement made him panicky and he quickly sat uncomfortably in the couch, trying to appear relaxed, looking away from the basement. He heard his sister's footsteps as Kelly, completely unaware of the show she had given to her big brother, told him in her usual friendly tone she was going to hit the shower and then come back down to watch the movie. Mike managed to answer without stuttering as Kelly climbed the stairs towards the bathroom. He then stood up, went to the kitchen and drank a whole glass of icy water with shaved ice in a single swig. He had about an hour to chill before sweet innocent Kelly got back.


Though, judging by Kelly's mood, he probably had longer.

[I_Like_Escargot]

Part 4

By NotADrummer

Knock, knock, knock. Whispers. Knock, knock, knock.


Mike had no idea what it was he had been dreaming about. Something about... towers of cheese? A green bus roasting marshmallows over a blazing toaster? Didn't matter. Now, he only knew he wasn't asleep anymore. A repeating sound and a voice had cut his sleep short. He growled and hoisted himself up in the dark of his room, as a soft knocking-on-wood sound and a faint voice could be heard. Annoyed, Mike felt for the nightlight's switch and turned it on. The light hurt his eyes and he glanced over a clock to see it was 4:27 in the AM.


A soft voice was calling him from the other side of the door, knocking every few seconds. Wait, was that...


- Huh? Kelly?

- Mike... please open up – whispered Kelly from the other side of the door. She sounded strange. Was she... crying??


Mike, wearing boxers and an old t-shirt, stood up as if bit by something and quickly went to open the door. And, sure enough, there was little Kelly, Mike's younger sister.


Kelly was wearing her new light-yellow pajamas, a bit looser than her previous one, yet still somewhat tight on her strong arms and her shapely legs and hips. Her black hair reached just a little past her shoulders. Kelly's pretty face was in a sad pout and she clutched a plush doll tightly against her chest. It was obvious she had been crying.


- What the... Kelly, what happened? Are you hurt? – asked Mike, in a worried tone that would have been unthinkable a couple of months before.

- I... I had a-a nigh-nightmare – sobbed little Kelly.

- Oh, Kelly... - whispered Mike as he let the air out of his lungs in relief.

- Sorry...


Mike looked at her and tried to get mad at his sister for waking him up over a nightmare. Then he remembered she was still months away from turning twelve years old and had become quite affectionate towards her big brother. He put his hands on her shoulders and brought her to him on a hug. Kelly pushed herself against her brother, as if she wanted to hide under his shirt. He hugged closer, and his hands could feel the sleeping strength of Kelly's shoulders and back. Her trembling and sobbing had made her body all tense and her muscles stood rigid and solid by her stress. One wouldn't know just glancing at her, but Kelly's musculature was absurdly developed, hard and firm.


- All right, all right, sis. Come in – said Mike as he let her go and made way for Kelly to enter his room.


Kelly darted into her brother's room and sat on his bed, hugging her stuffed prisoner even harder. Mike closed the door and walked to her before putting his hand on Kelly's head and gently caressing her. He looked at the trapped plushie and realized it was Sir Cuddles, Kelly's number one favorite stuffed animal. Sir Cuddles was a cute calico cat on a knight's silver armor made of shiny felt. Kelly often wandered around the house with her stuffed toys on her free time and Sir Cuddles was the one who accompanied her the most. Her parents didn't approve of Kelly still playing with stuffed animals, but there was no need to force her into leaving them if she delivered the results they wanted in her workouts, competitions and her role in their business venues.


- There, there – said Mike as he sat at her side, Kelly still whimpering – It's ok, it was just a dumb dream...

- I... I was dro-drowning at sea and, and... and then a plane was on fire and I knew mom and dad were there so, so I... I tried to-to swim but I-I cou-couldn't and then your voice cried "You're late, Kelly, you're la-late"... and, and there were these cha-chains dragging me deeper and I knew I was going to d-d-die and...

- Woah, woah, it's fine, Kelly, nothing happened – said Mike in a calming voice, hugging Kelly again while she sobbed – Nothing happened. Just a dream. Ain't real. You're here, not late to anything, safe with me, and everything is ok.


Kelly finally let go of Sir Cuddles, who fell on her lap, and hugged Mike with the enthusiasm of those clinging to dear life. Mike's eyes opened wide as the primal beastly strength of sweet little sister's arms assaulted his body, making blood rush to his head, air escape his lungs and ribs crunch threateningly. He steeled himself as best as he could and kept his arms around Kelly, who was sobbing in the most heartbreaking way... and bonebreaking way as well, soon enough.


Luckily for Mike, Kelly softened her grip and started to calm down, still sobbing and whimpering, but without risk of crushing Mike like an egg. She hadn't realized at all just how strong her desperate hug had been and Mike's lungs welcomed air back as she slowly loosened to a comfortable embrace. Mike bent his face down and kissed her head, as Kelly finally started to calm down.


- Sorry for waking you up – whispered her.

- It's cool.

- I didn't want to be alone...

- It's fine, Kelly, really. Your night's been rougher than mine so far.

- Heh...


Kelly let out a couple of last sobs and finally just let herself be supported by her big brother. Mike left a hand on Kelly's shoulder and both siblings were comforted by the other's weight. They spent a few seconds in silence until the thing became a bit embarrassing for Mike.


- Say, why didn't you go to the folks? – asked Mike. A silly question, considering how cold their parents were, but they couldn't be that cold.

- I did – answered Kelly, in a somber tone, while picking Sir Cuddles up and cradling him in her arms.

- ... Huh?

- They aren't home.

- What? No way – said Mike – I fell asleep a bit after midnight, I think. And I could hear them around...

- Well, they left later – answered Kelly, matter-of-factly.

- Jeez... must've had a wonderful idea and ran to the office... those two pie-


Mike cut himself short before he could call his own parents "those two pieces of shit". He was angry at them but that didn't mean he should cuss and insult them like that in front of his little sister.


- I mean... uh... well, doesn't matter.


Mike looked at Kelly, who was staring at him, holding Sir Cuddles in front of her face and peeking from behind the doll. God, she looked adorable. Mike smiled and ruffled Kelly's hair a bit. Kelly smiled warmly, as she always did when Mike played with her hair. After seeing a photo of a tennis player with beautiful long hair, Kelly had decided she would grow her hair long and have a pretty ponytail. Her parents had protested, saying that would mean taking time from her workouts and schedules for something frivolous as caring for and styling her hair. Mike had come to his sister's aid and their parents had relented surprisingly quickly, without saying why.


- Welp, I don't know about you – started Mike – but I'm wide awake now.

- Me too...

- Thank God it's Saturday. Wanna do something?

- Um... Maybe... you... could... sage...

- ... Didn't catch that, Kelly. Speak up.


Kelly looked away and lowered Sir Cuddles from her face. Oh, dear Lord, that was Kelly's "I wanna do something real awkward and embarrassing" face. Why, why, why did he ask... well, it was far too late now.


- Come on – he said – out with it. Tell me so I can be embarrassed too.


Kelly gigged awkwardly and gave him a gentle shove that almost throws him to the floor.


- Well, I'm really, like, tense... all over – said Kelly – Would you give me a massage?

- Oh... well, sure. It's not the first time...

- A... full-body massage? – whispered Kelly.

- ...

- Uhm... I'm really sore. I slept really bad, Mike. Pretty please? – asked Kelly, turning the cuteness to the max, hugging Sir Cuddles and pouting with her big and lonely kitten eyes.

- Ugh, seriously... - said Mike, knowing what was coming – All right, you win. Sit straight, I'll start with your back. Sounds good?

- Yay!


Kelly immediately put herself in position, sitting on the edge of Mike's bed. He put himself behind her, sighing loudly as if this was something he hated to do, and ran his hands up and down Kelly's back to see what he was dealing with. Jeez, ouch, Kelly was not lying. She was really freaking tense. She had to be really scared by that dream in order to get those knots. Kelly's body was very hard already without that tension. Mike thought he might hurt his hands trying to knead the body of tempered steel before him, but he decided it was worth a shot. If he managed to apply what he had learned reading about massages in the internet, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.


- Okay... yeah, you're very tight. I'll start then, breathe deep and try to relax...

- Ok...


Mike started prodding and kneading Kelly's shoulders with firm but gentle circular motions. The effect on Kelly was instantaneous. She let out a soft "muuuuu" as her brother rubbed her neck, her traps and her meaty shoulders. Mike started working on her back, which Kelly widened subconsciously as she caressed Sir Cuddles on her lap with her thumbs. It was a three-member massage party. Mike´s hands pushed and pulled on Kelly's back with open palms as he felt the power of his sister's wall of a back, as Kelly's slight movements made her muscles flex and relax, her lats flaring from time to time and her back growing wide, sending pulses of strength through Mike's hands directly to his heart.


Mike made steady progress toward Kelly's lower back, using his fingertips to knead on Kelly's firm musculature. He kept within the boundaries of her spine and paid attention so as to not go over the frontier with Kelly's glutes. One of his fingers managed to go under Kelly's PJ shirt for a moment and she made a little sound of surprise, but then both siblings kept an awkward silence, trying to play it cool. The muscle chords on Kelly's lower back were as firm and strong as could be expected and Mike was surprised his fingers weren't in pain yet.


- Alright, that's it for warm-up – said Mike – Now, for round two. Feeling better?

- You are really good at this... - whispered Kelly in a tone that suggested she'd fall asleep at any second.

- I'll take that as a yes.

- Heehee...

- Ok – he said, rubbing his palms to warm them up – Let's keep going.

- Oh, wait a moment – said Kelly.


Mike's hands stopped in the air while Kelly started to unbutton her shirt.


- Kelly – began Mike, knowing it was futile – You really don't need to do that.

- It'll be much nicer and relaxing like this – said the girl, without a hint of guilt in her voice, opening her shirt while her brother prayed for strong resolve.


Kelly moved her shoulders and the shirt slowly slid downwards, showing her sculpted, muscular, bare back to her brother. To Mike, the movement lasted an eternity. He could see Kelly's body unravel like it was in slow-motion.


Kelly's muscles were absurdly developed, but she wasn't a hulky girl. Somehow, most of her muscle mass was compact and the awesomeness of her musculature had more to deal with her development and definition than with size, except for her arms and legs (which were big, in addition to very developed and defined). Her back was an awe-inspiring canvas of muscular beauty, valleys and crests of smooth skin and rock-hard flesh below. She could also make it quite wide when she wanted, more than one would think, for fully dressed and seen from a distance, Kelly didn't look different than most girls her age.


First, Mike saw Kelly's little traps, pretty underdeveloped relative to the rest of her body, which helped to keep her slender appearance and elegance. Then, as the shirt came down, her shoulders were revealed. Meaty, round shoulders that gave way to impressive and even scarily muscular arms. Mike sometimes wanted to grab Kelly's shoulders and just clamp down with his fingers to feel how tough they were. Striations of shredded muscle were easily visible whenever Kelly strained her shoulders, lifting and moving the massive weights she used day after day to keep her body in that colossal state.


Between Kelly's shoulders, the wide of her back showed itself and then began narrowing towards her slim waist and her lower back, thick with strong muscle. Kelly's arms were now fully revealed and were the most impressive of her body parts, giving signs of her strength even when relaxed, showing some muscular definition in biceps and triceps without the need for flexing. Her upper arms were just slightly thicker than those of a regular girl her age, but became fearsome when flexing at full strength. Her forearms were also thick close to the elbow and then slimmed towards her delicate wrists and her pretty small hands, a beautiful scale of strength and elegant cuteness.


Kelly took her shirt off completely and kept it in her hands over her lap, with Sir Cuddles. She waited for her brother to cast his magic, in a tense, expectant silence. She was purposely looking away from him and slouching a bit, to hide her naked chest from his view. Not that she had to worry about that, because Mike was determined to keep his eyes on Kelly's back to avoid any temptation.


Mike took a deep breath, put his palms on Kelly's back and started massaging. A soft "hmmm" came out of Kelly's mouth as Mike kept circling his hands over Kelly's back. It was odd feeling the softness of her skin and the dormant strength of her muscles at the same time. It was a little shocking and also a nice contrast. Kelly moved her back and the crests and valleys of muscle under silky smooth skin moved in hypnotic concordance before Mike's eyes. The power wasn't dormant anymore and Mike could clearly feel how strong and solid Kelly's excellent back was.


- How are we doing, sis? – asked Mike.

- Much better – said sleepy Kelly.

- I think that's enough with your back. It feels much more relaxed now.

- My arms want a massage too.

- ... Ok.


Without changing her position, Kelly raised slightly her right arm and held it straight, while her left hand was in her lap, petting Sir Cuddles. Kelly's triceps was half-flexed and looked really strong. She wasn't actually flexing it and already it looked like a U, defined and solid, clearly different from her shoulder and her biceps. And, speaking of her biceps, even with the antagonistic muscle making the effort of keeping the arm in the air, Kelly's right biceps still showed a slight curve, one that would grow tall and peaked if she showed its true strength. Kelly's forearm added to the majesty of that image by hinting at thick muscle chords hiding beneath her skin, narrowing towards her delicate wrists and her pretty little hand.


Mike gulped as his hands approached his sister's upper arm, knowing Kelly's biggest and hardest muscles were her biceps. She had once dared him to deflate those sculpted-in-rock muscles using all his strength, but Mike could barely dent a few millimeters of those peaks of steel even using all of his bodyweight (yes, Mike had stepped into Kelly's biceps, to very little effect). And then, usually it would turn out Kelly wasn't using 100% of her power, so she would suddenly flex harder and Mike's meager success would vanish as his hands were pushed by the biceps expanding even more, leaving only a mound of impenetrable, immaculate, adamantine peaked muscle.


Mike's hands reached his sister's bulging arm and started massaging softly, feeling the amazing hardness of her triceps as Kelly slowly flexed it in full, as well as the immense power of her dense, relaxed biceps. Kelly hummed softly in a tune Mike didn't recognize as his hands started to put more energy into the massage, running his palms from the shoulder to the elbow back and forth while softly kneading with his fingers. That's when Kelly hoisted her arm higher and flexed it very, very slowly.


Mike felt how his fingers and hands were pushed further and further apart by the growing spectacle that was Kelly flexing her biceps. The triceps started losing a bit of its hardness and definition as the very slight curve become more and more pronounced, turning the biceps into a perfect round shape when Kelly's hand, lazily forming a fist, was barely halfway through its voyage. Then, the definition of that glorious muscle deepened and the peak formed, turning the round dome into the sharp and unbeatable Mount Kelly. Kelly's biceps were so big and thick the size of her arms doubled when they were fully flexed. The lines of definition in that arm showed muscles upon muscles, with splits and a small vein running down from Kelly's shoulder. It was warm, hard, thick and pulsing with pure primal power.


Mike had long fingers and he couldn't completely hold his sister's biceps in his hands. And she was only 11. Mike sometimes wondered what Kelly would look like at fourteen, at eighteen, at twenty years old. He also had overcome his fear of Kelly's muscular strength completely and was, in fact, a little curious about its boundaries. Once in a while, Mike thought he would like to see his sister break something with her fists, or crushing it with her bare hands, breaking it just by flexing her biceps (like those poor pencils she put in her elbows sometimes) and even hugging something into destruction. Mike had dreamed one night of Kelly picking up a large ceramic vase and hugging it so tight the poor thing exploded, after suffering the combined pressure of Kelly's monster biceps and the steel-like firmness of her chest and abs, leaving little Kelly covered in pale dust.


Kelly kept the arm flexed as Mike caressed it and massaged it with his fingers, basking in the abnormal strength of the little beast in front of him. She bounced the biceps up and down slowly, many times, letting Mike feel the change in size, firmness and power. Mike couldn't see Kelly's face, but he knew she was smiling. She really liked showing off for her brother and making him feel her strength, her one big source of pride.


The siblings lost the track of time as Mike caressed Kelly's arm and she let herself get pampered. Finally, Mike moved on to her stretched forearm as Kelly covered her chest holding the shirt up and Mike finished Kelly's right arm with a soft massage on his sister's little hand. Of course, a very similar scene happened with Kelly's left arm, slightly even harder than her right one. When carefully massaging Kelly's palm with his thumb, Kelly grabbed Mike's finger softly for a few seconds. Mike kissed Kelly's head as she giggled.


- Alright, that should take care of your upper body.

- Do my abs now...

- Oh, jeez...


Kelly took the shirt of her PJs and, for a naïve second, Mike thought she would just put it back on. What Kelly did, with some effort, was tying it tightly around her chest. Then, she picked Sir Cuddles from her lap, lifted her feet up Mike's bed and laid on her back, waiting with a smile and closed eyes. Mike was frozen solid for a few seconds. That was... a pretty erotic sight. Kelly lying on his bed without a care in the world, showing her abs, her legs relaxed and slightly open so her brother could sit between them and work his hands on that washboard that adorned Kelly's tummy. Of course, Kelly could have just put on the shirt and leave the last few buttons open, but that would've meant not showing off her buff upper body any longer and, clearly, she wasn't done feeling admired yet. Mike sighed and, slightly trembling, took his position between Kelly's legs, trying very hard to not imagine anything inappropriate as he leaned to put his hands on her amazing six-pack.


The moment Mike's hands touched Kelly's abs, perfectly visible without the need of flexing, the little girl giggled and flexed her muscular belly with all her might. It was quite the view. Kelly's perfectly symmetrical six blocks of abdominal muscle seemed to expand and rise a few millimeters while the trenches that divided them went in the opposite direction, sinking deeper into her soft skin. The lines of definition on Kelly's abs made very clear they were pure muscle. Her obliques were present, of course, framing the mesmerizing picture, covering her ribs and sides with muscular folds.


Mike's thumbs rested near Kelly's little belly button as the rest of his fingers moved in circles over those excellent bricks of muscle. Kelly's smile grew slightly as she relaxed more and more, even though her abs were still fiercely clenched. She could keep her abs flexed for a really long time before getting tired. Mike then used his whole hands to massage his sister's amazing belly, running his palms up and down that mighty washboard, pushing his fingertips along its lines of definition, pushing with the sides of his hands against the unmovable muscles and even thumping on them quickly and softly with his fists, with smiling Kelly softly chanting "tap, tap, tap" at the rhythm of Mike's movements. Mike couldn't help but smile too. Kelly was clearly enjoying herself.


It was at that moment that Mike moved his hands towards Kelly's sides to caress and massage her obliques and she let out a little "heh!". Mike understood immediately and, with his fingertips all over her sides, he started to mercilessly tickle his sister. Kelly burst into laughter while begging Mike to stop and he began laughing as well. A tender memory of both of them playing in the backyard, in what seemed ages ago, flashed in his head. He couldn't remember if he had ever tickled Kelly before, but if he had, no less than five years had passed. Kelly laughed and laughed, trashing around and her waist moved from side to side, showing every angle of its amazing musculature.


Mike was too distracted to sense the danger and, as Kelly kept laughing, she involuntarily jerked her waist and closed her thighs forcefully over her brother's waist. Mike was paralyzed by the sheer force of the attack, which lasted one second, enough for him to wonder if Kelly had caused any lasting harm to his organs. He managed to keep quiet and, luckily, the pain quickly subsided. Kelly was still laughing, wiping a little tear off and firmly holding Sir Cuddles against her chest.


- Hahaha... heehee... hooo... Geez, my tummy hurts! – complained Kelly, playfully – Hey, you ok, Mike?


Kelly hadn't realized at all she had almost crushed his brother's midsection in an involuntary burst of strength from her legs. Mike managed to pay it cool. He didn't want to make her feel bad. His sides still ached a little, but hearing Kelly's wild, happy laughter like that had been priceless.


- Yeah, I'm fine – he said – What's next?

- Um... how about... my legs? – asked Kelly in a slightly different tone.

- Oh... uh, sure.


Without a word but still a smiling face, Kelly changed her position. Mike took some distance as she sat on the bed and pulled the ends of her PJ's pants up and up, showing her exquisite legs. It was a bit difficult to roll the pants over her thick thighs, but she did it. Mike watched Kelly roll her pants over her legs until they were almost booty shorts, showing her thick calves and thighs, with the nightlight illuminating her soft skin and the enticing, solid, feminine curves of her legs. Strong groups of muscle were barely visible under the skin of Kelly's relaxed thighs and her calves reacted to every little move she made. Kelly supported herself on her strong arms, pillars of muscle digging into Mike's soft bed, and extended one of her gams towards her big brother, breathing a little bit faster, shyly looking away from his face.


Mike took a deep breath. If Kelly's arms were her most impressive body part, her legs were the sexiest. To Mike, there was a fundamental difference between massaging and caressing Kelly's mighty biceps and abs and doing the same to her shapely legs. Her thighs were dense and warm and her skin amazingly soft, so running his hands up and down her gams while massaging them was a very, uh, stimulating thing to do. It didn't help Mike's peace of mind remembering that, back when he first had massaged and fondled his sister's muscular body, feeling her legs lead to him getting a good grope of her round and firm buttocks. Mike gulped again, telling himself he was capable of keeping his cool, and put his trembling hands to work.


Kelly didn`t wait long to show the strength of her legs off. As soon as Mike's hands made contact with her thighs, Kelly flexed them with a soft "hmmm" that made Mike's heart skip a couple beats, bringing her quads and other leg muscles to life. The even landscape of her thigh changed as the muscle groups took shape and lines of definition kept them clearly separated. Mike caressed Kelly's thigh slowly and softly, his eyes fixed on the sculpted marvel right in front of his eyes, while Kelly looked at him, reading his expression.


In spite of all evidence, Kelly had never tried to give Mike the hots for his little sister. She just really, really liked that he was as mesmerized by her body as she was. There wasn't anything sexual for her about her bro admiring her beautiful and muscular body and, in fact, Kelly had never thought about sex at all. About her own admiration... well, she had some doubts. Kelly knew that her self-adoration was a bit extreme form time to time. She couldn't help it, really. She spent time every day to feel her own powerful muscles and she even moaned out loud in rare occasions, particularly when she stood naked and wet in the shower, feeling the beastly power of her arms, her abs and her legs. Kelly was pretty embarrassed by this and it was one of the reasons she liked being adored by Mike: getting that sort of attention from someone else calmed her own urges a bit. That and it just felt... different. It was more exciting and interesting when Mike was the one doing the fawning. Kelly had a strong craving for physical shows of affection and Mike had become the perfect outlet a couple months before.


Mike started softly massaging Kelly's thigh with his fingers, but after a few seconds of feeling the thickness and solidity of that muscular leg he lost a bit of his cool and started getting a bit rough with the massaging. He somehow needed to answer to the strength he could feel in that leg. It was the first time he felt this need, a need to somehow test Kelly.


And Kelly answered quickly. Mike noted that the thigh was getting slightly harder and he looked at his sister, whose eyes were fixed on him, with a playful look in them and a sly little smile. Without breaking eye-contact, Mike put more strength into the massage and Kelly raised an eyebrow before increasing her flex. Goodness gracious, Kelly's muscular control and development were so outstanding Mike could never be entirely sure at what point was she done flexing. He tried getting even rougher on that leg, but his hands were already getting sore after kneading this tempered steel thigh with all the strength they could muster. Kelly's smile grew a little and she finished the flexing of her leg, thick and powerful, and Mike realized his hands couldn't keep up. Both of them were breathing heavily and looking at each other with intensity. Then, Kelly started giggling and Mike, trying at first to remain serious, couldn't help but laughing as well. The siblings burst in a loud laughing fit that would probably wake the neighbors up.


The mad laughter lasted almost a minute. Mike held his stomach, gasping for air, and looked at his sister's face as she laughed. God, she was so cute. Mike thought that maybe he would never stop being attracted to Kelly's amazing body, but he knew as sure as the sky was blue that he would never hurt her or do anything to put that laughter in danger. After so many years, he now loved his little sister again.


Kelly managed to calm down and the siblings shared a few moments of silence, as Mike relaxed his hands and Kelly tightened the knot in the shirt covering her chest. Sir Cuddles was comfortably leaning on the side of Kelly's hips and Mike quietly went back to his assignment, softly massaging Kelly's thigh and her very defined calf. He was about to massage the sole of her feet as well, but Kelly asked him not to, for her tummy has endured too much laughter already. Mike had the urge to ignore his sister's plea and tickle her like crazy, but he decided to have mercy on her and moved onto her other leg. In calm and tender silence, Mike massaged and caressed Kelly's thigh and calf, so warm and strong. The girl felt much revitalized, almost like she could feel her blood flowing better. Her body was so relaxed and limber now that she could even go for a short workout... if her eyelids hadn't begun to feel heavier and heavier.


Mike finished the work on Kelly's leg and saw in her face that she was almost asleep. He wondered if that would be all. Remembering that first muscle feeling session two months prior, he realized there was one last zone his hands had probed and felt that day and he hadn´t massaged yet. Kelly's round, firm, solid derriere. Mike felt like a kettle of boiling water, silently pleading to Heaven that his sister wouldn't ask for a massage in her butt.

His pleas got answered, for once. But not in the way he expected.


- So – began Mike – are we done?

- Oh... uhmmm... - mumbled the girl, more-than-half-asleep.

- I think that should be all – said he, probing Kelly for an answer.

- Well, there's one more place...


"Oh, dear, here it goes", thought Mike. He could picture Kelly, more clearly that he would ever dare to admit, laying face-down on the bed and lifting her alluring behind just a little or even laying on her belly over his lap, presenting her bottom so he could work his magic. His heartbeat grew strong and quick as he imagined Kelly drawing near and resting her body over his legs so he could massage her firm and mesmerizing booty. He felt for one moment the memory of those round and solid glutes in his hands and his temperature probably rose by one full degree. But Kelly was going to surprise her brother this time.


- Would you massage my chest? – asked sleepy Kelly, without a hint of shame.

- Wha..? Your, your che-What? What gives? – asked Mike frantically. Kelly didn't seem to understand what the big deal was at all.

- Come on, you've felt all of my muscles except my pecs – she said with a perfectly innocent look – I mean, of course the shirt stays where it is, if that's what's making you nervous.


Mike stood in silence for a moment. He hadn't actually pictured himself putting his hands on Kelly's naked, muscular chest and massaging it while she looked on with those pretty and sleepy eyes of hers. Now he was.


Before Mike could protest further, Kelly drew closer and sat in front of him, slightly arching her back and presenting her preteen chest. Mike trembled. For him, the PJ shirt tied around Kelly's chest was a minor detail; he was still flustered as hell. For Kelly, though, that shirt covering her chest was like the Great Chinese Wall and the modesty it afforded her was absolutely different from making her big brother see her naked chest. She'd die of embarrassment if Mike ever got a view of her bare pecs and she was incapable of imagining he already had... along with a passionate bicep-smooching impulse on her part, not too long before.


Mike looked down to his sister's chest. Kelly's pectorals were probably the least strong and developed of her muscles (the word "weakest" didn't really apply to Kelly) but they were still firm and nicely defined. What Mike could see of Kelly's chest was a short window that ran from her neck to a little bit before the middle of her sternum. Her pecs were notable and defined enough to make the slightest, most delicate hint of a cleavage show in the middle of her chest: Kelly's pectorals were strong enough to make one think this eleven-year old girl had started developing her breasts. Mike was determined to not take his palms to his sister's firm pectorals. He would do Kelly's chest with his fingers alone.


Despite their exterior coolness, the siblings were a bit nervous. Mike knew he wouldn't be grabbing his sister's breasts but that wasn't exactly saying much. Kelly, on her part, had never even thought about incestuous undertones, but it was still a very private part of her body that no one else had ever touched. And, against the shocking boldness she could display when asking her brother for his attention to her sculptural body, Kelly was a fundamentally shy girl (unless she was alone, admiring her muscles in private, that is). She was already blushing when Mike's fingers made contact.


Kelly reacted immediately with a gasp. The atmosphere changed. The siblings were like hypnotized, exploring the effects of a new reckless choice. Both of them were absolutely concentrated on what they were feeling second by second, as if the rest of the universe had stopped existing altogether. They were fascinated, mesmerized, and curious to see what this course of action would lead to.


Kelly looked at Mike in the eyes as she slowly flexed her pecs for him. The soft and warm skin shifted under Mike's touch as Kelly's muscular chest compressed and slightly grew, stretching the shirt tied around it in an almost imperceptible way. Mike could feel the hard muscles within his sister's chest, as well as her heartbeat, a wonderful pulse that sent vigor, warmth and strength to that solid chest. With a soft "hmmmm", Kelly slightly changed the angle of her torso, so her brother could feel how strong her pectorals were when moving and flexing.

Mike started slowly prodding with his fingertips in gentle and circular movements. Kelly closed her eyes and emitted a few soft "mmmm"s as Mike's fingers moved from the middle of her chest to the sides, near her armpits, softly prodding all over the surface of her exposed chest, caressing her tender skin and feeling the strength it covered.


Mike gulped. He was feeling his little sister's almost-exposed chest with his fingers as she slowly and softly moaned with her eyes closed. There weren't many ways of making the scene more erotic without going explicit. He tried to keep his mind without thought, doing his best so that Kelly's apparent bliss wouldn't be interrupted by his wracking nerves. He failed at the first thing, but Kelly seemed to be a thousand miles away. As Mike's fingers drew closer to the middle of her chest, Kelly started flexing and relaxing her pecs rhythmically while her breathing got slightly harder. Then, she joined her hands, stretched her arms downwards while flexing all of their muscles and gave her strongest pectoral flex while a soft "oooooh" left her lips. Her chest reacted, showing those hard and strong slabs of silk-covered muscle and the shirt covering them stretched just a little. Mike kept prodding, feeling the strength of those pecs, the power in the chest of steel on the prodigious body of that little Amazonian beast.


But he was reaching his breaking point. This was too much for his sanity. He had clear flashbacks to the time he had seen Kelly topless, feeling her own muscles and kissing her biceps and wondered how different would her bare pecs look in this light. When Mike was about to stop to go to the bathroom and stick his head under a stream of cold water, he noted Kelly's head moving slowly to the side while mumbling a soft "hummm". He grabbed her by the shoulders before she fell and Kelly lazily opened her eyes.


- You're dozing off – said Mike with a smile – Time to sleep, little sister.

- Mmokay – said Kelly while she rubbed her eyes.

- C´mon, put that shirt where it belongs and get to your bed.


Mike turned around as Kelly put her PJ's shirt on, thinking that he would've never imagined having this kind of contact with his sister a few months ago. He turned around and saw Kelly, sitting in his bed, holding Sir Cuddles in front of her face. She was not standing up.


- Kelly...


Her begging eyes slowly appeared behind her stuffed feline knight. Damn, she had entered Lonely Kitten mode. When had he become so vulnerable to that? Mike sighed as he realized what this meant. Kelly was not willing to leave that room.


- Kelly... C'mon, you are a big girl, you have to sleep in your room.

- I don't wanna be alone tonight – said Kelly in her most heartrending voice – Let me sleep here, just for tonight... Please, bro?


Mike thought it wasn't good for his mental health to get Kelly used to manipulating him in doing whatever she wanted. He also thought that guilt wouldn't let him sleep at all if he sent her to her room. He sighed and looked at her, gesturing with his hand to the bed. Kelly bounced on the bed with a joyous "yay!" and quickly wrapped herself in Mike's bed sheets, hugging Sir Cuddles tight and wearing a smile that outshone the sun. Mike yawned and got in bed as well. He thought he had to position himself with great care, so he wouldn't touch Kelly in any wrong ways. Keeping his body far from Kelly's rear end was of particular importance. He was getting comfortable when Kelly, smiling and holding Sir Cuddles, turned around, showing her backside to her brother.


- Kelly, we should sleep face to face – adventured Mike.

- Nu-uh. I want to be in the middle – said Kelly.

- Middle?

- You at my back and Sir Cuddles at my front – said Kelly, absolutely ignorant of any way her words might have been misinterpreted.

- Boy – exhaled Mike – I'm spoiling you rotten, huh?


Mike ruffled Kelly's hair while she giggled. As Mike was moving the bed sheets for the siblings' comfort, his hand came to rest on his sister's arm. Kelly gave a quick and powerful biceps flex, surprising Mike. He thought it would be a long night. But he also thought it was incredible that Kelly, through her own effort, had managed to achieve such power.


- You never cease to amaze me, Kelly – he said, out of the blue.

- Really?

- Of course. And, not only your strength. You are so focused and determined. Your will is so strong. I could learn from you, you know.


Kelly stuttered a moment and couldn't answer anything. As Mike smiled and turned aside to off the light, Kelly stopped him, leaned in and kissed him in the cheek.


- I love you, bro – said Kelly with a voice of honey and sugar.

- I love you too, sis – said Mike, kissing her forehead before she turned again, hugging Sir Cuddles close to her chest.


Mike slept a peaceful, dreamless night. At around 9:30 he was already awake and slowly got up from his bed, while Kelly slept soundly at his side. He looked at her, who was softly murmuring in her sleep and smiled.

Yeah, he loved her too. Teasing and all.

[I_Like_Escargot]

Apologies for not including the author in the subject or the first body of text. I'm relatively new to posting and had trouble finding an edit button, if there is one.

I had just wanted to share this little gem I created by NotADrummer, and hope that there are others that may enjoy it as well. Please check out his other work and show him some love if you did enjoy it. As a disclaimer, his characters are usually non-violent, which may be a turnoff to some. Again, apologies for the shoddy formatting, and hope everyone else has a great start to the week!

[I_Like_Escargot]

Apologies for not including the author in the subject or the first body of text. I'm relatively new to posting and had trouble finding an edit button, if there is one.

I had just wanted to share this little gem I created by NotADrummer, and hope that there are others that may enjoy it as well. Please check out his other work and show him some love if you did enjoy it. As a disclaimer, his characters are usually non-violent, which may be a turnoff to some. Again, apologies for the shoddy formatting, and hope everyone else has a great start to the week!

little gem created by*

[Romenjohn]

Were can i find his other works

[GLKnight]

Were can i find his other works

He's on the site with the Arting by the Deviants.


I have to admit, it IS written decently. But the hyper strong/muscular young girls angle of his stories is rather off-putting for me.

[caino]

FANTASTIC
there is some more???
K

[wissen]

Awesome story. Comfort stories about younger sister and older brother are rare as unicorns

[wowser1016]

Quite a refreshing tale where love and respect is shown by the brother and the sister without violence on the part of the stronger sibling. Thank you for posting a wonderfully warm story.

[southbendcarp]

Agreed. This is very refreshing!