Session Sister (Part 2)

 

(May need to read Session Sister Part 1 to fully understand this one)

 

2 years had passed since that fateful day. Kenny had booked a session, and ended up facing his own sister who had packed on the muscle. Neither wanted to go through with it, but for money reasons, and the fact that Melissa was making her video debut, she forced her brother to go on with the session. Kenny had gotten aroused and was obviously very ashamed. Melissa and Kenny had hardly spoken since then. The odd birthday card, and the token present was the most contact each gave the other. Kenny had taken it badly. He had tried to put his love of muscle out of his mind. He had sold his magazines and videos and kept his web contact to a minimum. Melissa however had become more and more interested in the session scene. She was fascinated that her physique could turn on a man so much that he would explode without even having to touch. She loved the control.

 After doing sessions for the past 2 years, she needed a change. The money was good, but she hated giving her cut to the agent. The $400 she got for doing each video was not enough for her efforts. She lay on her bed one July evening, pondering her next move. She looked around her luxury apartment. She had it all, looks; muscle, money, but she wanted more. Suddenly she sat bolt upright. She would make her own video to sell. All the videos she had made were decent sellers, but none had captured the market interest like the one she had inadvertently made with Kenny. What the market needed was something similar, something to fill the void. What they needed was a sequel. Sure, others had tried to recreate the brother sister scenario, but non-were featuring real siblings. Despite not seeing Kenny for 2 years, she knew this just should to be done.

 

Melissa was now 22. Kenny was 27, this very day in fact, so she decided to use this as the springboard to get closer to her brother once more. Closer with an ulterior motive.

 

She picked up the phone and nervously dialed;

“Hello big brother, happy birthday” she shouted cheerfully

 

Kenny was obviously still ashamed about what had gone down. His replies were short and to the point. The longer the conversation went on without mention of muscles, or bodybuilding, Kenny became more relaxed. Over 45 minutes of flowing conversation had gone down when Melissa suggested that they meet up. Kenny was unsure, but he agreed.

“And I promise not to beat you up” joked Melissa

 

“You would have a job, I am a lot stronger than the last time you saw me” replied Kenny confidently

 

Melissa hung up and felt depressed. Sure, it was great to make up with her brother, but what if he really was too strong for her now. She doubted it as she too had added a lot of muscle, but even so, she was worried. Even if he was still her weaker brother, how on earth could she get him to wrestle? Sure, she could just jump him, but if he did not retaliate, how could it work?

As she counted the days, she tried to reassure herself. “There is no way he can be as strong as me” she thought out loud as she drove to meet Kenny at the airport. She laughed as she thought about how he would refuse, but then agree, as he was deep down a submissive.

 

As they met up in the lounge, they gave each other a huge hug. True, Kenny felt way more solid than before, he was probably pretty strong. But Kenny had not seen her new improved physique. As they drove to her place, Melissa had thoughts of a titanic wrestling match with her strong brother. A close encounter with her winning, what a great movie it would make. She glanced at Kenny; he too was deep in thought. She smiled as she guessed what was going on in his mind.

 

When they arrived, they talked and drank wine. They eventually got onto the topic of the fateful session. Kenny even joked about it.

“You couldn’t do that sort of thing to me now sis” boasted Kenny. He flexed a solid looking bicep at her.

Melissa felt it. It was no way as hard as hers, but she mockingly said, “Wow, pretty hard”

A few more drinks, and Kenny was playing into Melissa’s plan.

 

“Come on Mel, let’s have an arm wrestle, for old times sake”

 

Melissa smiled. “Ok, but promise you won’t hurt me” mocked Melissa again

 

Melissa still had her now 15 inch arms covered. Kenny must have been about the 14-inch mark. They locked up. Melissa groaned and strained, Kenny was pretty strong. Too strong for her? After a minute or 2, Kenny had won.

 

“Ha Ha, told you sister, not bad but I am the muscle now” shouted Kenny

 

“Yes, you are too strong for me Kenny, glad we don’t have to wrestle anymore” She said to him

 

Melissa chuckled to herself, she had just tested Kenny out and knew that she was still some way stronger, only he didn’t know it yet. But soon would.

 

Kenny downed the rest of his wine, “Lets wrestle, let me get revenge” demanded Kenny.

 

Melissa pretended to be unsure, scared even. Kenny thrived on this. Eventually Melissa agreed. She slipped off to change, and set up the hidden camera to tape the action. Kenny stripped to his boxers and t-shirt. The wine had made him forget that this was his sister and the effects female muscle had on him.

 

Kenny poured more wine. He was smiling, until the door opened, and in her blue bikini stood Melissa. Muscle bound Melissa that is. The last time he saw her; she was 5’7 135, hard and toned. Now she was 154lbs, a very stocky, almost pro bodybuilder look. She was cut to the bone, having dieted down for her brother’s arrival. Kenny suddenly sobered up. Flashbacks of 2 years ago flooded his head.

 

He tried to back out of the match, but words failed him. The siblings stood toe to toe and locked up in a test of strength, MERCY. A grimace spread over the face of Kenny as he pushed his hands with all his might. Melissa just smiled. She was still way stronger than him. Kenny dropped to his knees, his hands bent right back.

 

“MERCY MERCY” Kenny cried out

 

Melissa smiled, looking right over at the camera

“Sorry bro, can’t quite hear you there”

 

She continued to bend back his fingers. Kenny screamed out “OW OW MERCY PLEASE OW”

 

Melissa let him go. She had menace in her eyes;

 

“Right Kenny boy, it is time to make Session Sister Part 2. The camera is rolling, the wrestlers are ready. So, how do we start? Lift and Carry was it?”

 

Kenny shook his head. “Not a chance” shouted Kenny.

 

Kenny walked off to pick up his clothes. Melissa reached into the drawer in the desk. She held up a package.

 

“Kenny, here I have a copy of Session Sister Part 1. You have seen it; I sent you one on your birthday 2 years ago. This one here is addressed to mom, and I have one in here for dad, one for your girlfriend, one for your boss and one for each of your mates”

 

Kenny raced over to grab it, but Melissa swung him round, sending him hard to the floor.

“Wanna fight me for it Kenny?” she teased, waving the package

 

“What do you want?” sobbed Kenny

 

“I want to make money. Session Sister 2 will be a best seller, you can either have a cut and help me out, or you will find that everyone in your life will be laughing behind your back at what happened 2 years back”

 

Kenny sat there with every possible outcome racing through his head. Wrestling female muscle was his fantasy, but not his damn sister. True, he needed the cash, and nobody had ever stopped him to talk about his appearance in video number 1. If he made this, would anybody ever know? I mean, who watches these perverse videos? However, he knew that wrestling her would get him excited. That felt dirty and wrong.

 

“No, I can’t do it” said Kenny

 

“Kenny, you have no choice. You will make this video or face the consequences. I know you enjoy it” Melissa said as she pointed at the arousal in his boxers.

 

Kenny tried to hide it, he said nothing.

 

“How would your girlfriend feel if she saw what happened last time? I can’t see her being too understanding knowing she is going out with a wimp who gets hard at his sisters body, can you?” said Melissa coldly.

 

There was a brief stand off. Kenny knew he was trapped.

“Ok, ok I will do it” sobbed Kenny

 

A huge smile spread across Melissa’s face.

“Right, here is the general script, lets make a best seller” she said.

 

Lift and Carry was on the list first, but Melissa had a change of heart.

“Tell you what bro, we will arm wrestle first, you are pretty strong in that department, you might beat me again” she sniggered

 

Kenny realized that he had been set up. He hadn’t beaten her at all, she had let him.

 

They went over to the table once more. Kenny gripped the strong vascular hand of his sister. He looked over at her bikini-clad body. It was impossible not to get aroused. Her body was perfect. She looked so strong, just like the girls on the websites.

Melissa playfully swung the match back and forth. He was indeed stronger than before, but not a patch on her. She let the match run for over 2 minutes before bringing it to her conclusion. Kenny was doing well, but only because she was letting him. True, he was pretty strong now, but Melissa had moved to a new level, she was as strong as an ox. Kenny gritted his teeth and glanced down at his bicep. His 14 inches looked damn impressive, yet he couldn’t quite force her arm back. He then glanced at hers. 15 inches she had claimed, but it looked more like 13. Kenny laughed, this was in the bag, and his sister had under estimated him. Melissa held it steady, and then suddenly her arm blasted into the full 15 inches as she upped her effort. Kenny was now on the retreat. Once the bicep had grown to its full size, the movement began and Kenny could do nothing. Within 30 seconds, his efforts to stop her had failed and he was slammed down to the table.

 

Melissa jumped up, “Oh big brother, how does it feel to have such a strong sister?” She said in a sultry tone for the benefit of the video.

 

Kenny looked at his flexing sister, “Your too strong for me Melissa, please, let me go”

 

Melissa laughed as she moved into segment 2 of the film. She stepped over to Kenny and scooped him up into her arms. Kenny wasn’t a small guy now, but Melissa made it look effortless. Kenny was in his sister’s huge arms, in a cradle carry. His hard on was sticking up in his shorts. He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but this, but each time his mind went blank, a bulging pec or bicep would prod against him, bringing it all back to the foremost in his mind. Kenny was amazed at how easy Melissa was able to lift him, and even more so how she was able to walk around the room with him. He became aware of his erection, but he was helpless. He begged for her to put him down, but she did not listen, but instead walked him over to the camera and let the lens see his excitement. Kenny turned his head to hide his face, but only succeeded to put his face against the vascular pectoral muscle.

 

“Kenny, you seem to like being lifted” Melissa joked for the camera’s benefit.

 

Melissa then put Kenny down. Before he could move anywhere, she crouched down and put her arms tight around his legs, just above the knee. With one swift move, she hoisted Kenny up into the air. “You are so light,” she laughed. Kenny must have been 185 lbs, yet she was able to hold him up for over a minute.

 

Eventually she put Kenny down. “Now for my favorite bit” she said and walked over to the drawer. Kenny had no idea what ‘her’ favorite bit was, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out. Melissa returned with a bottle of baby oil.

 

“So, ever oiled up a real bodybuilder before?” she asked

 

Kenny shook his head. He had done a few sessions, but Melissa right now was in comp shape, he had never seen anything like this up close before.

 

“Scene 3, Action” shouted Melissa

 

Melissa began to shake her legs loose then tensed it up. Kenny poured the oil onto his shaking hands. He cupped the calf muscle of her right leg. He guessed it to be 17 inches, but who knows. He had never seen such vascular muscles before. Melissa was in pro shape right now, and it was hard to control himself. Kenny had never been this turned on in his whole life. His dream was coming true, well kind of, except that it was his sister and not his favorite pro bodybuilder. Kenny massaged the oil into the calf. Melissa then shook her leg again and tensed. Her quads showed amazing separation. Kenny rubbed the oil up and down the quads. Melissa then moved her pose and tensed up a perfect 8-pack abs area. The definition was unbelievable. Kenny was amazed at the hardness as he moved slowly up and down the abs. Melissa then tensed up her chest. Kenny ignored this and tried to move onto the biceps. “Pecs need doing” demanded Melissa

 

“I, I but, erm” stumbled Kenny

 

“Do it” demanded Melissa

 

Kenny closed his eyes as he began to massage the oil into her pecs. Finally, the right bicep was flexed. Veins ran from her hand, down her forearm, all over the giant muscle. Her bicep was over 15 inch right now. Kenny felt himself stiffen even more as he caressed his favorite muscle.

 

“Cut” said Melissa, rubbing the oil into her abs herself. She was getting off on this now, this was no longer just a video, it was good.

 

“Ok, I did what you asked” cried Kenny, “I am gonna go”

 

Melissa put her hand against his chest to stop him,

“Kenny, the last segment is going to be the wrestle. And you know what, I am going to make it extra special. It is going to have the best ever ‘climax’” she began to laugh hysterically.

 

Kenny knew what she meant and tried to make a run for it. The tape was still running and the wrestle had unofficially begun.

 

Kenny spun round to face his attacker. Melissa had lost the thoughts of her movie, this was emotion taking hold. She wanted to overpower her brother. Melissa grabbed at Kenny, but he stepped aside. He couldn’t run, so he went into his own attack mode. With his 2 hands, he grabbed the advanced arm of his sister. The knotted muscle was textured within his grip. He attempted to put her arm up behind her back, with limited success. Melissa moaned in pain, but had a huge smile on her face. She was allowing Kenny to have his moment in the match. Kenny pushed with all his might to try and get Melissa to give up. For a second, Kenny thought he had the upper hand. Despite the uneasy feeling of the huge triceps in his hands, he thought Melissa was going to give in.

 

“Come on Kenny, is that all you have?” mocked Melissa

 

Kenny struggled, his grip was tight, but the huge muscled arm of his sister began to straighten. Kenny adjusted his grip but couldn’t stop Melissa from powering out of the move.

 

“Now dear brother, it is my turn” she said with menace

 

Kenny backed off until the sofa stopped his movement. Melissa made her way over like a vulture closing in on her prey. Melissa grabbed Kenny, he offered little resistance as she took him down to the floor. Melissa rolled Kenny onto his front and grabbed his arm, replicating the very same move he had attempted to put her in. Kenny began to squeal, realizing that he couldn’t escape. He strained to power out of the move, but in her vice like grip, he had no chance.

 

“So Kenny, am I stronger than you?” asked Melissa

 

“Yes Yes” shouted Kenny with real fear in his voice

 

Melissa began to laugh. The camera was capturing all of this, but she had forgotten. She twisted the arm right up her brothers back. Kenny began to wail

 

“Ow Ow, please it’s gonna break ow” begged Kenny

 

Melissa had only just begun

 

Melissa pushed the arm further, ignoring Kenny’s pleas. She locked her fingers into his and bent them back too.

 

“Ow ow, please Melissa, please” begged Kenny again

 

Melissa put her head next to his, “So, who is the big wimp?” she asked

 

Through the tears, Kenny replied, “me, I am the wimp”

 

Melissa laughed and finally let Kenny go.

 

“That’s 1-0 to me, lets go again” she shouted with excitement

 

Kenny and Melissa locked up. Melissa once again proved too strong and forced Kenny to the floor. She put him onto his back and held his arms to the floor. She then sat heavily on his chest. Kenny struggled, but Melissa held him with ease. She playfully bounced on his chest. Kenny wheezed with every bounce on his chest. Melissa smiled, even posing a one armed flex for the camera.

 

Her mind was filled with the thrill of being strong. The thrill of the film also came into view. It was perfect, but needed a climax, a defining moment. She had already had him begging like a baby, so what now. She suddenly caught glance of the bulge in his pants. Kenny noticed her eyes light up.

 

“No, Melissa no, anything but this” he begged

 

Melissa though had lost all rational thought. She had her film in mind, nothing else. She slowly began to massage his groin area.

 

Kenny struggled like never before. He bucked up and down, trying to wrestle her from him. Melissa just laughed. Kenny had given his bets effort, yet was helpless against her superior power. Kenny’s pleas soon became moans. His wriggling became spasmodic. With one huge strain, Kenny let out a loud moan as he came inside his pants.

 

Melissa smiled and stood up. “That’s a wrap Kenny” she smiled as Kenny ran off for the bedroom out of view of the lens.

 

Kenny left soon after. Completely humiliated once again by his own sister. Melissa knew that Kenny would never speak to her again, but right now, she didn’t care. Her video was going to be a hit. She went to sleep happy.

 

The next day, Melissa decided to play back the film. As she saw Kenny crying, begging and eventually being made to ejaculate, she suddenly felt guilt. What had she done? She pulled out the videocassette. She went to snap it, but then stopped. She decided that she couldn’t justify it to herself if she let the world see what went on the day before. But she was a tad proud of it still. She put it into the bottom drawer, just in case she got the urge to watch her own private masterpiece again one day.

 

Part 3 of this story will be written pretty soon, that’s if you guys want it. Please, leave me a comment on the boards. If you don’t, I will think of a new story instead. (MUK)

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