SESSION SISTER                By Musclefan UK

 

Kenny was just about to turn 25. He was from New Orleans but had been living in the UK for the past 2 years. He had struggled to make many friends in the UK, and spent most of his evenings surfing the net. It was this hobby that had led him to stumble across the world of female muscle. He was an obsessive, spending hours each evening surfing the various websites and chat rooms. He had promised himself that someday he would take a session with a female bodybuilder, and his 2-week return to the states for his birthday seemed like the best time.

 Two days before he was set to fly ‘home’, he went online and searched for all FBB who did sessions in the New Orleans area. There were surprisingly quite a few. He noticed one called Katy. She was 35 but her photo was awesome. Standing just 5’2, she was packed with muscle and had a pretty face. “She is the one,” said Kenny to himself. He sent an e-mail to her and logged off.

 The next day, Kenny went to check his mail from his works PC. Sure enough, there was the mail from the agent of Katy.  It confirmed the price of $300 for the hour and asked Kenny to reply, stating what he wanted from the session. He replied immediately. Bit of Muscle Worship, bit of arm wrestling, then some fantasy wrestling.

 Just before he left for home, Kenny checked the Inbox again. Another mail from Sandra, the agent of Katy. The mail stated that everything in his request list was just fine.

“Dear Kenny, just read your request list, all fine. As it happens, we are due to record a video of Katy in action, and your request list is just what we are looking for. If you like, we will give you the session for half price if you let us film the session. Your face will be blurred out so you have nothing to worry about. Please let us know and we will see you in 5 days.”

 Kenny pondered the offer for a minute. He didn’t like the idea of being filmed, but then again, he would be anonymous, and to be honest, he could sure use that extra $150. He replied to Sandra stating that he would agree to the filming of his session. He was so excited, all he could think about on the flight to the States, was the muscles of Katy squeezing the life out of him.

Kenny arrived in New Orleans Airport at midday and was greeted with a hug from his father. They had 2 years of catching up to do, and the 3-hour drive home passed quickly as both talked and talked. As they reached home, Sylvia, Kenny’s mom, came running out and hugged and kissed her son. It sure felt good to be home. He loved his family. “Kenny is here” shouted Sylvia up the stairs. “Wait till you see Melissa, you won’t recognize her” said Sylvia.

Melissa was Kenny’s sister. She was 20 years old and a college student. When he had left for England 2 years back, Melissa had been a slim 18 year old. She went for a daily jog, but that was about the limit of her exercise. The Melissa that greeted him now, had filled out to say the least. She gave him a big hug and Kenny noticed her muscular arms straight away as they stretched the Lycra sleeves of her top to the limits. “Wow, Mel, you been hitting the gym?” asked a shocked Kenny.

Melissa was very shy about it all, “Yes, a little, it’s not a big deal” she replied.

Kenny settled in to his old room and immediately logged on to the PC. No further mails from Katy or Sandra, he had just days to wait.

The days seemed to drag as Kenny waited for his big day. The night before the session, he checked his Inbox again, and saw a message from Sandra marked Urgent!

“Due to unforeseen circumstances, Katy will not be able to make the session tomorrow. We have found a superb replacement though, and the filming will go ahead as planned. If this is not ok with you, please reply immediately”

There was no photo of the replacement, but her stats were there and to say they were impressive was an understatement. Erika was her name. She stood at 5’7, which was 5 inches taller than Katy. Kenny liked taller women so he was happy to read this statistic. As he read on, he saw that she weighed in at 135llbs and had 14.8 inch biceps. This was slightly smaller than Katy, but what the hell, not by much. The other stats read well too, and Kenny was happy to reply saying that he was more than happy with this replacement.

 In the morning, he ate breakfast with the family and made an excuse about visiting an old friend for the day. He set off on the 3-hour drive to the downtown apartment for the session. He felt the sweat on his palms as he rang the bell. This had been a dream of his for 2 years, finally becoming reality. Sandra let him in and he sat on the leather sofa in the foyer.

Sandra came to greet him, “Hi Kenny, nice to meet you. Erika is here, just getting ready now. We have 3 cameras set up and ready to roll, there might even be some future commission for you if it sells well”.

Kenny was led to a bedroom and told he had 5 minutes to get changed. He put on his white vest. It showed off his thin arms but that’s what he wanted. He wanted to see the comparison between he and Erika. He put on his underpants, and his shorts and tied up his sneakers in double knots. He did some stretching and was a bag of nerves as Sandra shouted for him to come out into the main room. The floor was covered with matts and the walls had photos of many bodybuilders, including many of Katy, his original booking.

 Kenny had his head down as the FBB walked into the room. He was still nervous about the whole thing. He slowly raised his head from the floor to see the massive calves protruding from her legs. “Man she is built,” he thought to himself. He continued to move his line of vision upwards and saw the quads, crushing quads. Her slender waist made way for the solid looking six-pack. One of the best washboards he had ever seen. Further still, he ogled the muscle filled chest. As he moved his head to look at her face, their eyes met. Both froze. “Melissa?” Shouted Kenny in horror.

“Kenny?” Came the puzzled reply.

Sandra broke the silent stare. “Whoa, go back a bit. You know each other?” she asked.

As Kenny was just about to spill the beans, Melissa, or Erika as she was, shouted first, “Erm, yeah, we used to go to the same school”

Sandra doubted the sincerity in her voice, “Is that right Kenny, you went to school with Erika, erm Melissa?”

Kenny answered, “Yes, that’s right, Oakfield High School”. He didn’t know why his sister had lied about them being related, but he just went along with it as it seemed the right thing to do.

Sandra shrugged her shoulders, “Are we still ok with the session then? The tapes ready to roll” she asked them both.

“Can we just have a minute in private?” Asked Melissa

“Ok, 2 minutes then we have to get going” replied the inpatient Sandra.

Melissa grabbed her brother and dragged him to the back bedroom.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She demanded.

“I, I erm” Kenny didn’t know what to say

“Come on Kenny, there is no time for this, just tell me the truth” she shouted

“Ok, OK, I am a FBB fan. I booked a session with Katy, but she pulled out, I had no idea you were Erika, hell, I didn’t know you lifted till 3 days ago.”

Melissa put her head in her hands. “I can’t believe you are going to ruin my big chance Kenny” said Melissa.

“How was I to know you were Erika, why do you use a false name anyway?” he asked

“It’s Sandra’s idea, it sells more videos she says. Man, I needed this break so badly, I have some big debts and this was my only way out.”

Kenny felt awful, what could he do.

“Look, I can lend you some money, clear your debts” he said

Melissa laughed. “Oh, you have 5 grand to spare then?”

Kenny was shocked, “5 grand, but, how?”

Melissa explained that she had begun to workout, she had dabbled in steroids, and before she knew it, she had racked up some big debts.

“This was my one way out, they were paying me 2 grand up front for this video, plus commission” she said.

The two sat there for a minute, both embarrassed, both silent. Sandra then walked in on them. “You have one minute. Sort this tiff out and lets get going,” she said.

The mood of Melissa then suddenly changed.

“Look Kenny, I still need the money, we are going to have to do this” she told him in no uncertain terms.

“What, don’t be ridiculous. I am not wrestling you” he shouted

“Kenny, you have no choice. Either I beat you up for the camera or I beat you up in here. You wanted a session with a muscle girl, well, I am a girl with muscle so you will get your money worth”

“But, it, it” Kenny was speechless

“What’s the matter, scared you might get a hard on Kenny?” said Melissa

Kenny did not reply

“Well if it’s any consolation, I saw you jerking off many times when you had the room next door.” She said without remorse.

Kenny began to cry

“Look Kenny” Melissa said, “Just think of me as Katy, or Erika, or whoever your favorite bodybuilder is. Try not to think who I am. We can get through this. You will go home happy, I will go home with the money in the bank, and I swear, I will never tell anybody about this. Please Kenny” she begged.

Kenny knew this was going to be so tough but he knew he was in a no win situation. He nodded to Melissa.

“Right then, lets jump to it” she said as she ran out back into the main room.

Kenny stood up and slowly walked in to join her. He had never felt so weird in all his life.

The 2 stood facing each other. Sandra pulled out a piece of paper, “OK, request number one” she shouted.

Kenny froze, his wish list, he had sent in a wish list of his fantasies. Oh god, how he wished the ground would open up and swallow him.

He frantically thought back to his list. Muscle Worship, he was sure that was his number one. And he was right. “Action” shouted Sandra as the camera began to roll.

Melissa seemed to be oblivious to the fact that her brother was present as she began to flex and pose at the camera. “Don’t be shy” she said to Kenny.

Kenny looked round, hoping that somebody would save him, but there was nobody. He paced over to stand in front of Melissa. He reached out a shaking hand and cupped the massive bicep on show. Over 14 and a half inches, he knew that from the e-mail. His hand trembled as he gave a squeeze to the rock on her arm. He ran his finger down the large vein that had just popped up. He shook with nerves as he ran his finger down the vein, right down her forearm. Kenny took back his hand, he felt relived that part one was done, but Sandra gestured to him. “Abs, feel the abs” she said. Kenny really didn’t want to do this. He reached down and placed his hand over the rippled stomach of Melissa. It was then that he became aware of his erection. God, he felt so dirty. He hadn’t done anything wrong, but it just seemed so bad. He tried to picture the face of his favorite bodybuilder, but each time he glanced up, he saw his sister staring back at him. He crouched down and put both hands around the calves. This was the first time he had seen his sister not covered up in a jumper and he couldn’t believe how big she was. If only it was not her, anybody but Melissa. As he caressed the muscles one by one, he began to relax. For a moment he forgot who belonged to the muscles, the massive, hard muscles he was feeling. Suddenly he snapped out of it as Sandra shouted, “Cut!” Scene one was over.

Kenny let out a breath of relief. The relief lasted for only a minute, as he remembered request number two. Kenny had asked to be cradle carried around the room before arm wrestling the bodybuilder. The idea was that Katy was tired from lifting him, making it a closer arm wrestle.

“Can we skip the lifting bit” asked Kenny in hope.

“Certainly not” snapped Sandra, “We have a schedule to keep to”.

Kenny knew that in his sister’s arms, his erection would be obvious. He tried to blank his mind of all thoughts of muscle. He thought of green hills, but in his head, the hills transformed into biceps. He thought of soccer, but the player with the ball had the face of his sister. He couldn’t erase thoughts of muscle. Melissa came from behind him and scooped him effortlessly into her arms. She began to curl Kenny in front of the camera. He weighed 160llbs and she was curling him, how strong was she?

She then began to walk with ease around the room with Kenny safely in her arms. He glanced down his body and the erection in his pants was more than obvious, she had to have noticed it. Everytime he blanked his mind, the firm muscles would rub against his body to remind him just where he was. After what seemed like an eternity, Kenny was put down next to the arm wrestling table.

Melissa put her hand up immediately.

“Don’t need a while to rest then?” joked Kenny.

Melissa had a stern face on, “just put your hand on the table” she demanded. Kenny complied. Melissa seemed angry with him as she took a firm grip of Kenny’s hand. “Lets go then” said Kenny, and within 2 seconds, she had slammed his hand down and had kept her grip of him.

“Cut, cut” shouted Sandra. “You have to make it look a bit closer, is that your best effort Kenny?”

Kenny knew it was, he stayed silent.

“Christ, you are a weak one,” laughed Sandra. “Ok Erika, you will have to toy with him, make it look a bit of a struggle”

Kenny now felt really pathetic. His baby sister, 5 years his junior, was having to pretend to arm wrestle him. How pathetic he thought.

Again they locked hands. This time Kenny began to push and Melissa simply held her ground. She made no effort to push back, Kenny was straining, she was not even breathing heavy. Her bicep was hardly pumped up; this was too easy for her. Melissa then began to move Kenny backwards, she could have won it right then, but she allowed Kenny to get her backed up. In fact, she allowed Kenny to get her right down, almost to the point of victory. She let out a squeal. Kenny actually thought he had her, maybe she toyed too much, took him too lightly. He was less than an inch from victory and he gave his all to finish it off. Melissa than began to laugh. Her bicep suddenly exploded from her relaxed arm. Within a second, she had powered Kenny back to the starting position. 3 thick veins ran over her bicep, many more down her forearm as she asked Kenny if he was ready to lose. Kenny just bowed his head as Melissa took his hand down to the table with a loud thump.

Again, the silence was broken by Sandra directing for request three. This was the one Kenny was dreading the most. He had asked for a fantasy wrestle. He had known that Katy was more than a match for him, and not wanting to get hurt, he had asked that she dominate him fantasy style. This would involve Katy, or Melissa as it was now, to put Kenny in holds to make him submit.

As they faced up, Kenny whispered to Melissa, “go easy on me”. Melissa just sneered at him.

Kenny had noticed hat her attitude had changed. She must have noticed his hard on and taken exception to it.

Kenny crouched down as Melissa came from behind and wrapped her arms around his neck, like a full Nelson. “Ok, now try and escape” shouted Sandra.

Escape was not on his mind, surviving was more important as Kenny struggled to breath. He gripped at her hard biceps but couldn’t wrap his hand round it let alone force it off. After about a minute, he began to pass out. He tapped on her arm frantically. Melissa let go and Kenny slumped to the mat. He had just seconds to get his breath when Melissa locked her massive thighs round his waist. Kenny let out a wail as she began to squeeze sadistically. Once again, the firm muscles were more than a match for him as he tapped out.

This torture went on for 20 minutes. Each move applied with increased menace. This was not the enjoyable fantasy he had imagined.

Kenny was so relieved as he heard Sandra shout, “Cut”.

He sat trying to get his breath. It was over, or was it?

“Ok, one last thing for the video. I know you didn’t request this, but you two work so well together you might as well. You would normally get charged extra for this anyway Kenny” explained Sandra

“No, that’s it, I have had enough already thanks all the same” gasped Kenny.

“We’ll do it” shouted Melissa,

“Like fuck we will” replied Kenny.

“Sandra, get the camera rolling” said Melissa.

Kenny had a scared look on his face. He backed away from the advancing Melissa. Melissa reached out and grabbed Kenny, sending him down to the mat. Before he could move, she leapt onto him, and pinned him down to the floor. Kenny recalled all the times they had fought as kids; only then, he was the dominating one. He got one hand free and pulled at her hair. Melissa let up her grip and Kenny rolled free. Where he was going to run to exactly was anyone’s guess. Kenny dived at Melissa to knock her off balance. He managed to get on top of her. He began to bend back her arm. As he did so, he was still in shock by the thickness of muscle on show. “Ok Melissa, do you give? You going to stop this shit?” he shouted

Melissa just looked at him, “Kenny, get off me now or I swear I will give the video something to write home about”

“No way, now just give this up or I will break your arm” shouted the scared Kenny.

Melissa just began to laugh. Slowly, she began to straighten her arm. Kenny had hold of it with both his hands, yet he was being overpowered one handed. The triceps strained from the arm of Melissa as she straightened it fully. With a squeal, she flipped Kenny off her back and onto the mat once more. Before he could move, Melissa was on top of him again. She pinned his arms down and moved her legs over then in a schoolboy pin.

She leaned down and whispered to Kenny, “You fucking deserve this you pervert”

Kenny struggled like hell but he was pinned fast as Melissa began to take off her bikini bottoms. She still had his 2 hands pinned to the floor. All Kenny could do was kick his legs. As Melissa began to move her body up towards Kenny’s face, she whispered to him once more, “Think of the money, not your sister”. A muffled “Nooooooo!!!” could be heard as Melissa moved her pussy onto Kenny’s face. She posed a double bicep for the camera as Sandra shouted, “That’s a wrap”.

Kenny lay on the mat sobbing as Melissa got up and began to get changed.

“That was amazing Erika” said Sandra. “This could be a big seller”

Melissa suddenly seemed to forget their original story as she replied with excitement. “You think, Wow cool. Who would have thought it eh, Melissa Jackson beating up her brother for cash”?

As soon as she said it, she realized her conflicting stories.

She had no choice but to come clean with Sandra. The two were busy talking as they heard the door slam, Kenny had run off.

Kenny stopped briefly at his parents to collect his things before getting the next flight back to the UK. He didn’t speak to Melissa after that, but he was confident that she hadn’t told anyone; after all, she would come out of it looking weird too. His parents were cool with him too, that made him sure that they didn’t know about what happened, or even about his fetish for muscle girls.

 A year passed and Kenny had wiped away the memories of what happened. He hadn’t dreamed about it for over 4 months. His life had returned to normal, when a package arrived at his house, 3 days prior to his birthday. A card was attached, it read, “Happy birthday brother, enjoy, you deserve it, love Melissa”

He carefully opened the packaging to find a video. On the cover was the flexing Erika. His heart almost stopped as he read the title, “Beaten Brother”. He opened the inlay card, and there was a color photograph of him being pinned to the floor by his flexing sister. His face was there for all to see. Anybody who saw this film would know about what had happened. He sat and cried before deleting every female muscle website from his PC.