Small Jersey

[johnsm00007]

This is really one of the best stories in a long time. Brfan, you're the master of good stories.

I wish I had your writing abiliities.

[johnsm00007]

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[chango14]

seriously this was so great already from a story scene standpoint well done !

[GianZ88]

Brfan, awesome story as usual ❤️

[jeffbeans]

Awesome as always!!

[jhunter]

Can't wait to see more. Hope that the story evolves with interesting ways.

[phil123]

Still hope for more chapters showing Jersey getting stronger and showing it to her family

[giantgirl7foot2]

This can't be the end.    One of the more original stories I've read, with great execution!

[weaponzero]

Unfortunately brfan has a tendency of not finishing his stories

[Brfan]

"So, Ryan, can you pick your sister up at the bus station tomorrow?"
"Sure, dad... I mean, not my favorite plan for the evening, but I'll do it"
"Oh, stop complaining. It's only one night. Plus wouldn't it be great if you both attended the same college?"
"Yeah... alright"

'Great' was far from what I would call having Kate walking the same roads I did. Ever since the whole backyard football incident, I avoided going home. In fact, it's been about 4 or 5 months since I went for the last time. That also saved me from the soul-crushing loss to the Buccaneers on the NFC Championship game. Now I had to deal with Kate in 'my turf', and without mom and dad around. Apparently, those guided tours through the university were not for seniors only, and Kate was invited to get to know the college I attended. I supposed with her grades, the University was trying to entice her on applying. I would try to convince her not to.

Luckily, Kate was arriving late at night, and had the whole day on said tour, which left me with no more than a few hours between the end of it and dropping her at the bus station for her trip back home to survive. Surely enough, I knew Kate kept her workouts at full speed, as I followed her on social media, but after some time I just dealt internally with the fact that I had a bodybuilder-esque young sister, and tried to not let people find out about it. Not that I had much trouble, though. Kate kept her promise and never taunted me about it. Plus, people in college didn't ask much about my family, so I felt safe. For a while.

I picked her up and the second she stepped out of the bus I could tell Kate's pictures didn't pay the owed respect to her. Even though she was wearing sweats, It was clear to me that she had put on weight. And that weight seemed to be all muscle. We greeted and as we hugged, Kate carelessly picked me off the ground with ease. My hands were still processing, in shock, how thick her back was as I felt my feet leaving the ground
"Hey, Ryan, how are you?"
"I'm... ok... please, put me down, Kate"
"Oh, sorry, sure" she said as she brought me back down.
We chit-chatted the way home, before I made up some excuse and left for bed quickly after arriving. The next day I instructed her how to get to the meeting point of her tour and went out to classes. The day went uneventful, and my mood started improving as I got home. Only a few more hours without an incident and we're clear. Kate arrived shortly after, and I was relieved to see she went out to her tour in big clothes. In my mind, she'd be going with her massive arms on full display, people would start asking questions and as 2 plus 2 equals 4, everybody would soon find out she was my 'small' sister. Sure, even all covered up you could tell Kate was big, but this way the chance of drawing eyes and people start asking questions was reduced significantly. Kate excused herself and went to take a shower.

I had just turned my X-box on when the door bell rang. It was Mark, one of my best friends in College and my next door neighbor. He didn't wait for an invitation
"Hey, Madden? Wanna get your ass kicked?" he picked up a controller before I could say anything
"Actually, I..." my words were interrupted by Kate coming from the bedroom
"Ryan where do you keep... oh, hi"
"Kate?"
"Mark?"
"What? You two know each other?" I jumped in
"YOU two know each other?" Mark snapped back
"I'm his sister" Kate informed
"How come you never told me you had a sister?"
"Why should I? And how the hell do you know my sister?"
"I was the tour guide for her group today"
"Oh...." I couldn't believe my bad luck right now
"So... what do you want, Kate?" I asked her, eager to give whatever she needed so that she'd head back inside
"I wanted to know if you could borrow me a t-shirt, but never mind. I think your thermostat is broken, cause it's so damn hot in here I'll end up sweating in your t-shirt as well" and saying that Kate pulled her sweatshirt off. As her head was coming to show again, she added "And it's not like it would fit anyways"
I froze. Kate was wearing only her sports bra beneath it. I could feel Mark's eyes bulging as he saw what was standing before him. Even I, who knew Kate was muscular, was impressed. She added weight, alright. But not only that, she was freaking ripped. It was like she had managed to bulk and cut at the same time during those months I was away. Kate's waist was really slim, filled with an 8-pack that seemed carved in her skin. Her torso widened vastly, her lats jumping out from her back, and her pecs, even though she didn't have much of a breast, very thick. Her shoulders reminded me of the boulder that almost crushed Indiana Jones and her arms looked so beefy and vascularized they seemed naval ropes.
I couldn't help but gasp. Mark, on the other hand, was very much more vocal
"Geez... Kate! What the...? You look fucking huge!"
Kate smiled, clearly enjoying the reaction her body had caused on the college man who would need a shovel to pick up his chin from the ground, and was about to start drooling.
"Well... I wouldn't say huuuge, but... I guess I do look fit" she played falsely modest
"Fit? Fit you probably were 20 or 30 pounds ago. Let me see your muscle, please?"
"Well, which one?"
I was still on mute, not sure how to act or what to say right now
"Your bicep" Mark's answer came quickly
Kate raised her arm and flexed her bicep into a grapefruit sized ball of iron. I gasped again at the sight
"Jesus Christ... Ryan, look at that! Your sister is really huge! Look at it's veins and... and at that peak!"
"Well... I do a lot of curls to have these, you know" Kate added, now flexing her other bicep for Mark to ooh some more
"Fuck me! Those are the most amazing biceps I've ever seen! So, how much exactly do you curl?"
"How much do you?" she asked back
"I guess I can go 20 or 25 pounds for a few reps" Mark answered
"Well... let's just say you'd be embarrassed if we were curling side to side" Kate answered, strangely coming closer to me
"Well, don't take this the wrong way, cause I'd love to hang with you, but when it comes to muscles, I'd probably be embarrassed just standing next to you, Kate. I never even dreamed of having muscles like yours. Look at your abs! And those shoulders! Damn!"
"Oh, you silly... I don't think I'd embarrass you... or anyone... but, I don't know... I mean... do you feel embarrassed next to my muscles, Ryan?" Kate asked, teasingly
Suddenly, Mark remembered I was in the room. And obviously, the attention Kate drawn prompted him to fire questions (and affirmations) away
"Shit, are you kidding? Ryan, that's why you never told me about her? Cause she's like this Hulk girl? Man, I bet she can kick your ass. Well, that's pretty obvious, look at you two. Man, that must be painful. And she's still in high school! Shiiiiit! have you ever kicked his ass, Kate?"
"I... I..." I couldn't say anything
"Well..." Kate stepped in "I never really 'kicked his ass' per se... but, I mean, I guess I never had to, right, Ry? He's a good brother, after all"
"Oh, c'mon... are you telling me that you, having those goddamn muscles of yours, never even crushed him in armwrestling?"
"I actually haven't! But, you know what? An innocent armwrestling match can't hurt, can it? What do you say, Ryan?" Kate walked towards the kitchen counter and placed her elbow down, in an invitation
"What? No, I..."
"Well, I mean... if you prefer, we could wrestle... just for fun, you know" Kate teased "But, I must warn you... my legs are really strong... I can press over 800 pounds, you know" she said as she patted her trunks, that thank god were covered by her sweats.
The idea of wrestling my sister made me shiver to my spine. My answer came with a squeaky, fearful tone
"No!"
"Ha! You're afraid of her, aren't you?" Mark pointed out the obvious
Kate, however, this time jumped in to my rescue. Walking from behind the counter, she stood a few feet from Mark, placed her hands on her hips and flexed her upper body in full
"Well, He better be. Wouldn't you be pissing in your pants too if I wrestled you, Mark?"
That was it. With a simple pose, Kate shut him up and dominated the whole room.
"But I tell you what boys. Since you are both quite impressed with my muscles, why don't we all armwrestle? Ryan, you get to go against my left, and Mark, you go against my right. Also, judging by what you say you curl, I'll let you both use both hands. C'mon" Kate walked to the counter again and placed this time both elbows down. This wasn't a challenge anymore. It was a request. One neither of us dared to say no to.
We grabbed her hands, one each, and Kate commanded the countdown. I started pushing, using both my hands, Kate's left hand, but I couldn't move it. I could tell she was putting on her  best effort, and clearly was having a hard time, cause she didn't seem to be able to pull us down either. We were all grunting from the effort, and Kate was trembling, but her stubborn muscles refused to go down. I looked at her biceps and they looked even bigger. her forearms and shoulders were jumping in too, all the sinews and striations vibrating.
After about 40 seconds, the unimaginable started to happen. Kate's trained muscles could last longer than ours, and she slowly began bringing both our hands down. I felt like she was actually bringing to the table my whole body. At this point, defeat seemed obvious. We were both halfway down and my only goal was to last longer than Mark. Kate seemed to be thinking the same thing. She stopped adding pressure against my hands, merely holding me in place, as she focused on her right arm. She smashed Mark's hands in 10 seconds after this. I lasted 5 after she focused on me. We remained in silence for a few moments. Than she spoke
"Well, the high school girl just beat two college men in armwrestling. Using both hands. At the same time. That's some urban legend to run around these hallways, huh?"
"Kate, please, I..."
"Shut up, Ryan" she snapped back, and continued "Now, I won't say shit about what happened here, IF you Mark, never say shit about my brother. Yeah, of course I can kick his ass, and easily. Just as I can kick yours. Thing is Ryan didn't give me any good reason for it. You, if you happen to make fun of him, will. So, are we clear?"
"Y-yes..." Mark answered, weakly
"good. Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna get dressed for my ride home"

[asqwert]

Holy crap the man the myth the legend actually did it.
He went ahead and revived the story

Many thanks Brfan

[giantgirl7foot2]

Amazing, thanks for coming back to this! I wonder if she'd still fit in the jersey at this point. 

[phil123]

Great new chapter and I hope for more. The fun (and growing) just begins.

[caino]

you are THE writer.
that's fantastic...
K for you, and please, go on!!!

[Guit03]

Very good work
her biceps must be the size of grape fruits by now

hope she gives him a posing routine before she heads home xP

[jeffbeans]

Oh man, please never stop writing!! You're the best!!