Better Together

[Brfan]

"Alright, kids, what do you think?"
After mom passed away 4 years ago, this was our 5th home. Dad's job required him to move up and down the country, and not having a wife around meant us kids had to go along.
I was fifteen and the definition of a nerd. Moving around was always tough on me. I barely made friends on the last town, and now I had to start the whole thing all over again. For Mary, my sister who was one year younger than me, that wasn't such a problem, although I could tell she'd much rather stay put and solidify her prom queen campaign at some point instead of having to go through the whole process on conquering everyone's hearts with her blue eyes, perfect mid back blonde hair and 173cm of well distributed voluptuous 63kg. We actually had the same height and I guess I outweighed her by no more than 3 or 4kg, despite being older and a boy.
"It's nice dad, but... should we unpack? I mean... I don't want to get too comfortable" I was quick minded on my comebacks, that's for sure
"Smart ass, this time it will be different. I signed a long term contract with a lot of guarantees, so I'd say you're stuck here at least until you are both out of high school. So, yeah, unpack"
"Well, that's better, I guess" I snapped back
"Hey, what's there?" Mary pointed at the door beside the fridge that apparently led to a basement
"Oh, that's the best part. Come with me" Dad started climbing down the stairs into an large space with quite a few gym equipments
"What the f....?" I was surprised with the thing. I wasn't a gym rat by any means, but I've seen those and I could tell that thing was bordering being state of the art when it comes to home equipment.
"So, the last family left these here, and were part of the deal. Now, as you know, your old dad try to keep his shape... Having these at home means maybe we could spend more time together... maybe I could teach you two how to use this stuff and you could start working out on your own. It can't do you any bad, you know?"
"Yeah, I like that, dad" Mary answered
"Well, I guess I like it too, then" I wasn't sure if I was speaking the truth, but anyway, I couldn't stay behind her.

Over the next few weeks dad showed us both how to properly use all of the machines, free weights, plates, bars and dumbbells. He 'coached' us until he was sure that we wouldn't hurt ourselves trying to pull out some stunt. One of the things that actually drove me the most towards the gym was that I could outperform Mary in every exercise. Not by much, but I could oultlift her in any exercise by 20 to 30%. I wasn't used to being better than her at much except grades, so that made me feel good. She didn't seem to mind it, too. After all, she was younger, and she was a girl. I was bound to be stronger than her.
The thing is after dad's coaching 'free trial' period expired and we were left on our own, Mary's and mine schedule weren't exactly matching, so we both had to work out together. Not having her around to compare myself with and push me was some sort of deal breaker. I still worked out, but no more than 2 or 3 times a week. Sure, I improved from where I was before moving in, but nothing much. I was now able to benchpress about 50kg, which was 10 more than I did 6, 7 months ago. I also could curl one handed 8kg dumbbells, progress from the 5kg I used to work with.
Mary didn't seem to have changed much either. Except for maybe a bit more defined shoulders and better posture, I hadn't noticed anything different in her that could tell me she was doing better than that.

It was Saturday morning, and after breakfast dad told us he'd have to go to his office, but he'd be back for lunch. Having a free morning, I decided maybe I could give the old weights a try again. It's been about a week now since I've last worked out. I was on my way down when Mary saw me
"Hey, you're going down? Mind if I join you?"
I thought that could do good for my mindset, having her around would push me into doing more, so I quickly agreed. After a little stretching and light cardio, I asked her what she had in mind
"I don't know. Maybe chest and shoulders?"
"Sure. Benchpress?"
"Great"
We both did about 15 reps without any load on the bar as a warmup, as dad had taught us. I then loaded it with a 10kg plate on each side, which was th weight Mary had last seen me using, and did 12 calm reps. I wanted her to know I was stronger now.
I finished up and changed places with her, making mention to take the plates out and add the small 5kg ones she used to work with, but she stopped me. Intrigued, I watched as she did the same 12 reps I had done, with the same weight I was using, and seemed just as calm with it.
"Hey, you got stronger. I didn't know you could handle that"
"Oh, well... A little, I guess. Five to six workouts a week should do that, right?" she snapped back. I was surprised and suddenly very aware that I might have not thought the whole 'work out together' thing through. Apparently, while I had been lazy and not committed to the gym, Mary had done the opposite.
I added another 5 kg on each side and got ready. This was the weight I was used too, and I knew I could handle, but it challenged me, I had to be honest.
I went for 10 reps, feeling some serious burn on my chest and arms on the last couple. Still, I felt good and strong I was able to finish it without any help.
Then Mary took my place and I went from very aware to very uncomfortable. She did the same 10 reps, and didn't seem to struggle as I did. The only sign of effort she gave was after she was finished she was breathing hard
"It feels good, right? The burn" she asked. I nodded weakly
Completely cornered, I made a decision for the worse. I decided to go from 15kg on each side to 20kg. As I was picking up another 5kg plate, Mary stopped me
"Why don't we change them and put on the big one?" she pointed at the 20kg plates "I always wanted to use them" she added. I complied with her request and we mad the switch.
The whole thing looked intimidating. This was the first time I was using those big ass plates, and I couldn't help but feel awkward. I positioned myself under the bar, adjusted my grip as dad had taught, and lowered the bar to my chest. Immediately, I felt how heavy it was. I pushed it back up once, twice, three, four times before trembling. On the beginning of my fifth rep, my arm stalled. Mary was there and helped me through. I made mention to place it back on the rack, but she was on full coach mode
"Give me one more, Jake. C'mon"
With her incentive, I lowered the bar again. Again, I stalled and she helped me through. This time pain and extenuation were too much to handle and I racked the bar back
"Congrats, brother, that was really intense! How do you feel?" She seemed happy with my effort, always the good sister
"I... It's heavy."
"Yeah, it is, but you did it!"
Before going back under the bar, Mary took off her tank top. My eyes jumped out of their socket as I watched my younger sister's upper body. It's been over six months since I've seen her like that, only on her sports bra, and she had changed more than I figured. Mary's shoulders were indeed broader and more defined than before, and her chest, although not filled with much breast tissue, now had a line on her cleavage, that I immediately realized was due to her pecs. Her torso in general seemed wider, and very contrasting with her slim waist, that had the faint lines of a six pack on it.
Not bothering my stare, Mary placed herself under the challenging bar and proceeded to push it up. She did it, not 4, but 6 times without any help. And I felt she could go further.
"W-wow... Mary... you're... you're really strong..."
She smiled at me. "Thank you Jake. I've been working really hard, you know. And you're not to shabby yourself" she added as she got up. For the first time, standing next to her, I felt intimidated. Mary's upper body seemed to look bigger and bigger, especially when compared to mine. Her arms looked thicker, her shoulders were definitely rounder than mine
"So... 25?" she invited
"I'm... I won't... I can't handle that, Mary"
"Oh, hum... do... do you mind helping me with it, then? I want to give it a shot" She blushed. I could see she was conflicted with the idea too. We were both realizing she was the stronger sibling, and that could crush my soul, but she also wanted to push herself, like I did when I worked out with her in the past
"I... sure"
"You know, this is more than I weight" she said as she looked at loaded bar. With the plates and the bar itself, there were 70kg there
Mary placed herself in position, breathed hard 2 times, and grabbed the bar. I could tell this was challenging to her. She lowered the bar to her chest, that now looked fully pumped and unmatchable to me, and started pushing the bar back up. She trembled all the way through, but made clear to me with her eyes that I wasn't supposed to touch it. Mary ended up doing 2 more reps before racking it up.
Taken over by the adrenaline of her achievement, Mary got up and grawled in a savage way as she brought her arms together and flexed her pecs right before my eyes. She wasn't trying to bully me or anything, she was just letting out the excitement of doing what she just did, but I couldn't stop staring at her flexed pecs. They looked solid and big. I envied them. And I feared them. Mary looked so strong and powerful right now I'd kneel before her if she asked me too.

TBC

[Brfan]

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[Romenjohn]

Wow

[caino]

 

[ロリコン]

another siblings story but this one seems more wholesome, i'll be expectan for this

[jhunter]

Hm. A set up for something, though as to which end of the spectrum remains to be seen.

[R41N]

I like it.

[phil123]

Great start and happy to read how much more she outmuscles him.

[wowser1016]

My favorite scenario! I really love your work but please don't end it too soon. K+!

[jon2403]

You are amazing writer and really enjoy your writings.And your writings keep getting better and better

[Brfan]

"Erm... I... mmm.. I'm... sorry" Mary's eyes were in desperation as she relaxed her flex "I... got... carried away, you know..."
"That's.. Mmmm... It's... It's okay, sis" I said, patting her on her shoulder. I felt how solid and thick it was "Erm.. congratulations..." I didn't know what to say. It just became to awkward seeing my younger sister outlift me like that.
We stood in silence for a few moments, before I came up with some excuse to cut the workout short and head back to my room. Mary, sensing I was uncomfortable, let me go without any other questions.

It was late in the evening and we were all bak in our own room, when I heard a knock on my door
"Yes?" I answered
"It's... me" I heard Mary's voice from the other side "Can I... come in?"
"Sure"
Mary opened the door. She was on her sweatpants, and if I hadn't seen her body earlier on that day, I couldn't guess she had all those muscles beneath it. She looked like a regular, yet very fit, teenager.
"What's up?" I asked her
"About earlier... I'm.. I'm sorry" I could tell Mary was really worried about the whole thing
"It's ok, sis... I mean... I know the adrenaline rushes in when we pump some serious iron, you know" I tried to sound cool and all familiar with the feeling
"Oh my God, yeah, it does, doesn't it?" she seemed happier now "I mean... sometimes after I finish up one of those killer workouts dad showed us, I look so pumped..."
"Y-yeah..." the idea of talking about her being all pumped up and strong wasn't on my list of preferred things to do.
"Anyway, I have to ask you something, too" she looked at me with her most needy eyes. I couldn't help but smile. Mary was a gorgeous young lady, and was my younger sister and best friend.
"Go ahead"
"So... I... would you want to work out with me again? Like, daily? I... kind of need a partner to keep... progressing" she blushed
"I... Don't know, Mary..." I did not see that coming "My schedule and yours..."
"I'll adapt! I promise. Just tell me which hour of each day is best for you, and I'll be there. Please"
"I... I suppose we could..." Damn, I didn't know how to say no to her, did I? "We could give it a try, but.. why...?"
"Thank you, thank you, Jake!" Mary threw herself at me, hugging my torso and squeezing it. I was hurting and without air, but she didn't seem to notice. And I wouldn't tell her, so I took the pain in until she let go of me
"I knew I could count on you! I love you, you know?"
"Well, I love you too, sis" I said, panting a little, trying to catch my breath "But... why, what do you mean by progressing?"
She blushed again "Well, I... It's hard to keep adding weight and all without a spotter. I may end up getting hurt, you know..."
"I, I see... and... and you want to keep adding weights to your lifts..."
"Heck yeah" she was all excited again "I mean... it's that rush you know... plus I..." and I felt she was going to confidence something to me "I kind of like, you know... being... strong"
I was in shock. I had no idea what to say back to her, and that wasn't something I was used to. So she kept going
"I mean... I know it's weird, but when I'm in school... I try to measure the other kid's arms... and it makes me feel good knowing mine are thicker... or when we are in PE and I see some boy thinking he's superman just cause he did a couple pull ups... I just like knowing I could beat that number any day of the week. I'm weird, I know" she looked down, ashamed by her confession.
I put my hand on her chin and lifted her head up, looking at her in her eyes
"It's nothing weird about feeling good with the achievements of your hard work, Mary. As long, of course, as you don't bully them, you should be very proud of your strength. I am" I told her, part in sympathy, but part honestly after our talk. Mary had worked hard for those muscles, harder than me, and she should be proud of them.
"Thank you, Jake. You're the best" A small tear was forming on the corner of her eye, and noticing that, she stood up and walked to the door. Before leaving, she asked
"So, can we start tomorrow? Just tell me what time"
"Sure.... It's Sunday tomorrow. Let's do it in the morning, ok?"
"Yeah! I'll be there. Plus, with us working out together, in no time we'll be the strongest siblings around here. Good night, brother"
"Good night, sis"

[Brfan]

Over the next 4 months, Mary and I did work out together, but not the exact same amount. As long as Mary was lifting hard about 6 times a week, half of that time I was there just to spot her. I eventually did some progress, adding about 10kg to my benchpress, and 2kg to my one armed curls, but nothing out of the ordinary. Mary, on the other hand, amazed me almost everyday. She was now squatting around 105kg, and bench pressing 85. She also could curl 15kg for a few reps. I was ok with it, and eventually got used to her grunts and flexes after some beastly lifts. Mary had the body of the ultimate jock, but the mind and heart of the sweetest nerd. She was the perfect mix of a high school student, which she was about to become.

First day of school was upon us. Mary would be beginning her high school journey, while I was moving into sophomore year. We agreed to work out everyday after school, now that we'd both be attending the same grounds. During lunch Paul, from the basketball team and who despite being one year older than me shared some classes with me, was giving me the usual hard time nerds and geeks get on day one. I dealt with it pretty well, not answering back and just leaving it to be. I knew that there was more coming the following days, but I also knew that pretending not to care was the best way to make him go away and pick other targets, what would happen sooner or later. To my surprise Paul was nowhere near me during lunch the second day. As I scanned the cafeteria, I saw Mary across the room, smiling at me. I knew she had something to do with it.
When I got home Mary had already changed into her workout clothes and was waiting for me. I couldn't help but feel in awe every time I looked at her in those clothes. Mary's quads were thick and rather defined, just by standing still I could see the splits on her muscles. Her abs had gone from faint lines to a solid six pack that stood proud even relaxed. But what mesmerized me the most was her upper body. From her wide lats to her round shoulders Mary's torso screamed power. I couldn't believe that body belonged to a 15 year old girl, let alone that girl was my sister. Younger sister. I couldn't help but envy her body a little. I just lacked the discipline to hold all those muscles. Looking at her, I thought about letting the whole Paul thing go, but I had to make sure she wasn't bullying people around school
"Mary, do you have something to tell me about school?" I asked her.
"You mean with that jerk Paul?" I loved that she didn't took me for a fool and was straight up
"Yeah. Care to share what happened?"
"Sure. You see, I saw what he did to you at the cafeteria on Monday. It pissed me off, but I thought you know what you're doing and didn't want to meddle into your business. But later that day I was cleaning up my stuff at the chem lab, you know how clumsy I am and I ended up breaking a becker, so I was a little left behind when he entered the classroom. I recognized him. He said hi to me and I said hi to him. When he tried to chit chat, I simply told him to stop nagging you"
"I doubt that was the end of it. What did he do?"
"Of course it wasn't the end of it. He asked me what did I care, so I told him I was your sister. He then made some lame joke and I told him to quit it and never get near you, or he'd be sorry"
I was astonished by how firm Mary's voice was when telling me the story. She confronted the biggest bully on school and was talking like it was nothing
"Well, then he told me I sounded cocky and had no business telling him what to do. I thought about what we've talked, and I didn't want to be a bully just like him, but he was pissing me off. So I told him that if he bugged you ever again, I'd challenge him to armwrestle in front of the whole school"
"Well, thank you, sis, but I don't see how that would have stopped him"
"You're right. I didn't think that a simple threat of a girl challenging him would've stopped Paul. So I raised my sleeve and showed him these" Mary flexed her big guns in front of me and my jaw dropped. I had seen her biceps flexed before, but the image of her doing it on school and intimidating an older boy was outstanding. In fact, I had to admit those were intimidating baseball sized biceps. If they didn't belong to my sister, I'd probably be freaked out thinking what those muscles could do to me.
"And.... what he did?"
"Well, I had to make sure he knew I wasn't full of BS, so I actually placed my elbow on the counter, and he backed down and told me he'd leave you alone"
"That's... thanks, sister. Really. Just please don't become one of those bullies, alright?"
"Don't worry, bro. I'll only use those to defend those in need" Mary flexed her guns at me again.

[jdm022]

K+ !!!

Really enjoying this story!

[ロリコン]

ah yes, some wholesome and hot muscle girl content, what i was waiting for

[Brfan]

For any regular family, that would have seemed weird. I was the older brother, and yet I was the one looking up to Mary, spotting her during her workouts, being her biggest supporter. There were a few reasons why: although I lacked the discipline to develop muscles like my sister was doing, working out with her eventually made me a bit stronger and better looking; She was, after all, my best friend, and from what I could tell, she didn't trust anyone else about her desires regarding her own physique; and there was a darker reason: I came to realize I enjoyed watching Mary's muscles go to work. I especially appreciated her flexes and grunts, demonstrations of the raw power she possessed on her hard, well shaped flesh.
Mary too enjoyed showing off to me how strong, how hard and big her body was becoming. By mid term I had very little doubt Mary was by far the strongest girl on school, despite being a freshman, and probably one of the four or five strongest people there. We spent quite a few time together, if not working out (her much more than me), then studying nutrition and exercises that could improve her trainings.

Father was out for the day on Saturday again, and Mary and I were back at the basement after she had gone for a brisk 15 minute jog as a warm up. Her body, almost fully exposed on her black shorts and pink bra, glistened with sweat. I lost myself as I watched a small drop running down through the cracks of her abs.
"So,  I was thinking about doing a fully bicep focused session today, ok?" she told me, in reality more informing me than asking my opinion
"Sure"
We went on for about 30 minutes doing all sorts of arm workouts, until she finally pointed to the straight bar.
"Let's end up with that. Load it up with 10kg on each side"
I complied and Mary started curling the bar, counting down from 8.
"Alright, add another 2,5kg on each side". Again I obeyed and watched in awe as Mary's arms expanded widely at each curl, the vein on top of her bicep engorging. She breathed hard as she handed me the bar after 6 reps.
"My God, Sis... that was... you're strong as an ox!" I couldn't help but compliment her. She was putting on quite a show. Mary smiled
"Well, thanks, Bro. But we're not over yet. Add another 2,5kg"
My eyes jumped out of their orbits. "Are... are you sure?"
Mary flexed her right bicep at me and giggled as my jaw dropped. The solidness and bulbous shape of her bicep could cause envy to most Hollywood actors.
"What do you think? That they're not up to the task?"
I added the weight and looked at her. She spoke in a low tone, before grabbing the bar
"Now, My goal is 4 reps. Don't - I repeat don't - help unless I clearly tell you to. Understood?"
"Y-yeah"
Mary spread her feet, semi-flexed her knees and started her first rep. I could tell she was fully concentrated, staring at her reflection, a closed face. As the bar moved up, she let out the air on her lungs with a little hiss. This was clearly extenuating to her. My eyes were now fully focused on the mountain her biceps were becoming. As she brought the bar up to her chest height, her biceps in full contraction, I doubted if they weren't bigger than my thighs.
Mary lowered the weight back as my eyes kept glued to her arms. Even in full extension you could see the large volume her biceps had, now fully pumped from the exercise. She grunted as she brought the weight back up, her veins enlarging and exhibiting now a few tributaries around them.
As she extended her arms back for the third rep, I noticed she began trembling a bit. I looked at her and her eyes alone remembered me of her order. She started the third curl with great effort, her biceps now exploding in size. I couldn't help myself, as I walked behind Mary and placed my palms on the top of her muscles. I just had to do it. I've never touched Mary before like this, but it just felt the right thing. I wasn't thinking.
My touch seemed to add extra energy to her. As she finished up the third curl she let the bar up for a few milliseconds, allowing me to feel the hardness of her gigantic muscles. It was beyond rock solid. I shivered as I felt the energy and power contained on those large balls. Mary lowered the weight once again and started bringing it up. As the fibers on her bicep gathered, creating energy and strength, the huge weight coming up to her chest, Mary started to scream. At first, lower, as if she was doing it just for my ears, but as the bar was raising, it became louder,  like a freedom chant for her. For both of us. I felt her biceps finally exploding into life as she finished her fourth curl.
"Wow" was all I gathered my thoughts to say.
Mary dropped the bar to the ground, and not bothering I was still standing behind her and with my hands on her biceps, raised both her arms and struck the most gorgeous back bicep pose I'd ever seen.
I ran my hand unconsciously from her bicep to her delta and forward again. Mary had her eyes closed, just feeling the touch of admiration and awe of my hands.
Still holding the pose, she smiled and finally spoke
"Worship me, Brother"
To what I solemnly replied
"Yes, sister"

[ロリコン]

ah yes, the hot part, excellent!