My twin

[Brfan]

Wendy and I were born on the same day, 4 minutes apart. I guess that has always made me feel like the older brother, at least for the sake of arguing with my 'younger' sister. Not that it mattered, really. When the genes were handed down, it was clear that she got all the physical attributes, while I was the smart one. Wendy was a star athlete, excelling in everything she tried when it required physical coordination, strength, stamina and competitiveness. I, on the other hand, was the geeky nerd that went through school with straight As.
As one can imagine, that lead to several altercations growing up. While I got all the praises for academic merit, Wendy had every sports trophy you can imagine. And that led to jealousy from one another ever since a very young age. And when jealousy hit younglings, it ended up in fights. Which ended up with my ass being kicked by my sister every time since we were like 8 years old. It never stopped until she reached dating age and was actually to old (and probably too mature as well) to bother with me. Eventually we became fond of each other and things smoothened up.
Time went by, we left home for college (me in an academic scholarship and she in a sports one, to compete in track and field. From what I heard she almost made it to the Olympics) and I had all but erased those ass whopping she provided me from my mind. Eventually Wendy got married and I moved to the silicon valley to a fine job.

I was 28, and actually was dating someone and even became more physically active had joined a gym about 6 months earlier when Wendy called me up. She had been through a divorce about a year ago, and asked if she could stay at my place for a few days while she had some job interviews. I saw no problem with it and told her to fly in.
I picked her up at the airport, drove her to my place, showed her around and we chatted a bit. Wendy always had this tomboy body with small breast and large shoulders, but there was something a bit different about her this time. I just couldn't figure out what. She was wearing a large sweater over her body, and although I found it weird since it was pretty warm outside, it didn't bother me. We opened up a bottle of wine (which quickly turned into two) as Wendy told me about her divorce. I felt sorry for her. She had been verbally, psychologically and physically abused by her ex husband for quite a while until she finally got herself together and ended things up. It had been over a year now, and clearly she was still hurt.
"Gee sis, I'm so, so sorry for you... I wish there was something I could do" I told her
"Oh, Will, you are doing... thank you for letting me stay here. You know, I need to change something in my life, and maybe this new job, this new city is just it"
"Yeah, you'll get yourself together in no time"
"You know, I have to. I need to be my old self. You remember how confident and self-assured I was? I mean.. I was even a bit too cocky sometimes" she giggled, acknowledging the truth "Maybe I need to get back to that"
"Haha" I told her "Yeah, sometimes you could be a little bitch. But everyone needs every now and then"
"Yeah... still, thank you again, bro"
"Don't mention it. I just wish there was more I could do. Had you told me about this earlier, maybe I could have kicked his ass for you" I joked
Wendy just laughed, loud. That annoyed me a little
"What? You don't think I could? I'm not your nerdy brother anymore. I'm even a regular at the local gym now" I tried to impose some sort of respect
"Oh, really? Look at you.. yeah, now that you mentioned, I guess it shows..." I wasn't sure if Wendy was being honest now, but the alcohol was working it's way on my body and I felt really combative
"Really, sis. I can bench 135 for reps" I tried to brag about my achievements, but the truth is I had no idea if those weights were good enough or no.
"That's pretty good, Will. I'm happy for you" Wendy tried to drop the subject, but I wasn't gonna let her
"Seriously, why don't you try me? Why don't we arm wrestle?" I challenged her, placing my elbow on the table. I didn't figure I was being an insensitive jerk to her at that moment, basically pushing her and threatening her after she just opened up to me about exactly that kind of thing
"No, we don't need to..."
"No, c'mon, sis. Let's do it. See for yourself how your big brother is stronger now"
Wendy sighed as she grabbed my hand. I felt callousness all over her palm, but didn't give two seconds of thought about why she had those. We counted to three and started pushing. As I started slowly moving her arm down I trash talked a little bit more
"Ha... guess you're not that strong huh, sis? Gone are the days when you were the strongest of us, right?"
That seemed to have pushed some inner button on her, and Wendy tightened up her face and her grip, and to my surprise, started bringing my arm back up. Still, I couldn't lose my pose
"Hey, look at that. You're not all that fragile after all"
Wendy now looked kind of pissed off, and that seemed to have boosted her energy. She started pushing my hand down now, and relentlessly advanced towards a unquestionable win, much to my surprise and pride hurt.
Wendy just looked at me serious. I should have kept my mouth shut, but the wine wouldn't let me
"Hey, look at that. You have some great technique, sis. Did they teach you that in college?"
She looked livid "Technique? What? Will, shut up"
"Seriously, Wendy. You can't think you are just stronger than I am. I'm a grown man. That had obviously to do with armwrestling technique"
"Will, seriously, shut up"
"No, really, c'mon now. You don't think you could kick my butt like you did when we were kids, Wen. Look at me now. I'm taller than you, I'm healthy and I have the hormones on my side"
"Why are you being such a jerk? You sound just like my ex right now"
"Hey, don't compare me to that douche bag. Why don't we wrestle then? So I can prove to you that things have changed"
"Will, I don't..."
"No, seriously" I interrupted her "If you don't believe I'm stronger than you, let's play wrestle. Just until someone says uncle. C'mon, don't chicken out now"
Wendy stood up and looked at me. After a few second she spoke
"Fine" She took off her sneakers and unbuttoned her jeans "I'm just gonna get out of these cause they are too tight"
I thought she was gonna go to her room and change into more comfortable clothes, but instead she just took off her jeans. My eyes popped out as I looked at Wendy's legs. She had bulging quads that looked twice as large as mine, and they jumped out at each slight movement she did. Her calves were jacked as well.
Wendy removed her sweater and underneath blouse in one movement and my jaw dropped. My sister had a six pack that put many of the trainers in my gym to shame. She also had broad, beefy shoulders and thick pecs. But what caused the most impact on me was her arms. Wendy's biceps and triceps bulged and danced impressively as she moved them. As she stared me down, for the first time her voice tone changed to a confident one. One I had heard many times in the past, and dreaded.
"What is it, Will? Cat ate your tongue?" She raised one of her arms and flexed her bicep. The large ball of muscle jumped out, threateningly
"Is that fear in your eyes, Will? C'mon now. Prove to me things have changed"
"I-I..." I took a step backwards
"Now now... 'don't chicken out', right? C'mon. Wrestle me" She stepped forward, cornering me
"Wendy we don't have to..."
"Oh, but we do. And oh, I don't think I mentioned it, but the job I'm applying to is for a sport on a wrestling show. Now come on, big boy. Show me what all those muscles that can bench 135 can do"
Trapped, I had no choice but to attack. I tried to tackle her in her mid section, but Wendy didn't even budge. She giggled as I tried to push her back.
"Cute. Here, let me show you a few moves"
Wendy grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me off the ground, almost to her shoulder high. She then threw me down, and I landed face down on the carpet. Before I could think of what just happened, Wendy had sat next to me and rolled me into her thighs. I was now looking up, trapped into those muscular pythons she called legs. Effortlessly, she used one of her hands to control both my arms. She had completely dominated me in less than 30 seconds.
Using her free arm, she held my head and flexed her biceps right at my face. I was dead scared of it size and shape. They looked solid as Ivory.
"You see, brother, how I've grown?" she spoke, tightening the grip on her legs just a bit as she noticed I tried to get away. The pain on my ribs made me stop immediately any effort to move
"You see, after my ex hit me the first time. I decided I'd never let that happen again. So I mastered Brazilian jiu jitsu and later began serious weightlifting. As you can see, it worked out pretty well" Wendy flexed her quads once again, only stopping when she heard me sobbing
"Now, the reason we finally broke up is because I finally didn't took it any more and really kicked his ass. I mean, really kicked his ass. I hurt him so bad he had to go to the hospital. Sure, he came up with some lame excuse that he had been in a bar fight, but the truth is I messed him up real bad. And then I felt bad"
Again, she squeezed me, this time harder, letting all the anger be released on my mid section
"Now, you jerk attitude made me realize I don't need to feel bad. I don't need to feel guilty. He had it coming, and he deserved it. And so do you"
Wendy pressed further on my ribs. They were on the verge of breaking. I just screamed in pain, and patted uselessly her thighs. She just laughed.
Finally she let me go and I puked on the carpet from the pain and oxygen deprivation. Wendy grabbed me and put me in a sitting position. She moved around me and sat behind me, again locking up her legs around me, but this time used her left arm to do the same to my neck. She made again a bicep with her right arm, right to my face
"Look at my muscle, Will" she commanded. I did
"Apologize to it"
"I-I'm sorry..."
"She squeezed me a little, both in the ribs and on the neck
"Not good enough"
"I-i'm sorry" I sounded terrified now "I'm sorry I didn't believe your strength. I'm sorry I was a misogynistic jerk. I'm sorry I disrespected you. Please, don't hurt me"
I could feel Wendy smiling from behind me.
"That's better..." She added pressure to her squeezes
"But you see" she went on. I was crying in pain now "I'm not hurting you" she relaxed her thighs and placed her right hand behind my head, now pressing it forward against her left humongous bicep, closing my breathing pipe and neck vessels "I'm helping you sleep, brother. Nice dreams"
The last thing I heard was her grunting from the effort to put me down. It took her about 3 seconds to do so 

[Brfan]

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[crow004]

Hot story! She seems to have her confidence back. I wonder how he'll react to her now?

[musclelover12]

Great Story! Is there more? I love when stories include scissors. Super Sexy

[Japagreipe]

Man, she really went for the jugular once she got going. She ain't gonna feel downtrodden for long, with brother dearest around that's for sure. I hope she let's him keep at least a little bit of his dignity.

[Fbblover2020]

this is the kind of action needed, love that she's trying out for a wrestling show.  Karma +

[phil123]

I hope for more showing her strenght