Session Sister 5 – “Her Choice” – By Musclefan_UK

 

Cathy smiled to herself as she sat and watched her latest DVD. She loved female muscle and power, and she was a shining example of it herself at 5’8 and 160 shredded. She waited for the DVD to end and immediately went online to talk muscle. She did this whenever her fiancé was out of town on business. She chatted away to other FBB, and weak male fans. Despite the fact she was to marry her muscle-bound fiancé in a matter of weeks, she still had her dominant streak. In fact, the truth was that when he was away on business, she often met up with guys from her past. Weak men, schmoes, the kind who like to be overpowered and dominated.

She chatted away with a good friend of hers, Andy from New York. He told her of this amazing DVD he had come across and would send her a copy.

So, why was Cathy going to marry a male bodybuilder, a pro one at that? Well, she did love him, and did love a big strong man. But no matter how good the sex was, she still had a small part of her craving to beat up on some wimp. Being so big and strong, it was always going to happen. Even athletic guys she had dated in years gone by couldn’t match her strength. As it happened, she grew to love it and began to transfix her attention on weaker and weaker men.

Pete, her husband to be, was back home when the mail arrived. She knew straight away what was inside the jiffy bag with the New York postal mark. She made some excuse about it being some bridal related material, and ran upstairs to stash it with the rest of her collection. She was like a hyperactive child all morning until Pete left. He gave her a kiss and the usual lift off her feet and closed the door. She ran to her PC and put the DVD into the machine. ‘Come on, come on’ she yelled impatiently at the machine. Finally it started, ‘Session Sister’. She sat captivated and aroused at the footage of a muscled sister dominating her wimp of a brother. Once the film ended, she restarted it. This was good, something new, and something she liked the idea of. She did have a brother, Tom, but it wasn’t the thought of wrestling him that excited her, it was one of her wimps playing out the role. And being honest, Tom was a little stronger than her anyway so it wouldn’t really work like in the DVD.

 

She decided she had to do this, get it out of her system. She had vowed never to meet up with her wimp friends for wrestling or sex once she had that ring on her finger, so she knew she had to act fast, the big day was now just 1 week away. If she could just play out this new scenario, then that would keep her satisfied and loyal to Pete for the rest of her days.

She rang Gavin, a good friend and ex boyfriend. She ran the idea by him. He thought it was unusual but loved it. Gavin was 5’8 and 140, and pretty weak. They met up every few months for a wrestle, usually themed and often leading to sex. Cathy knew she didn’t want to cheat on Pete once they were married, so she planned to film the session sister scenario. That way, in times of weakness, she could watch it and relive it in her head.

The day of the wedding arrived. The plan was for Gavin to arrive at 8am. They would do the session sister thing, allowing time for him to leave before the bridesmaids would arrive to doll her up for the big day. She kinda felt guilty doing this just hours away from committing her life to Pete, but she knew this would be the end of it, no more wimps, wrestling or fantasies. All of her wimp related desires would be on DVD for her pleasure as and when she needed.

8:00am…..8:15am…….8:30am…… No sign of Gavin.

There was no answer on his cell or his house phone. ‘Bastard’ shouted Cathy. Her plan was in ruins. She would never get to play out her story.

As her 3 bridesmaids did her hair, put on her make up etc, the doorbell rang.

‘Can you get that Gill’ asked Cathy, mud pack and fresh cucumbers on her face.

Gill returned to inform Cathy that it was her brother Tom.

Tom lived in Las Vegas. He had travelled over to the UK for her big day but it was a complete shock to see him. He wasn’t going to go. He hated Pete, and despite loving his sister, it was a long way to travel to support a marriage he didn’t agree with. Anyway, last minute, Tom felt guilty and got a flight over to London.

Cathy forgot her mud pack face and jumped up, sending cucumber circles across the room.

‘Tom, …..but I thought?’ she screamed as she ran and gave her brother a huge hug. Tom was about to explain his change of heart but instead Cathy began to squeeze his upper arms.

‘Hey, have you stopped working out?’ she asked the brother she hadn’t seen in years.

‘Yeah, you know what it’s like, work, family, work, just don’t have the time’ explained Tom. Tom was still an athletic build, but had lost that hardness. Cathy smiled and lifted her right arm and pulled a muscle. The arm was 14.5 inches and pretty cut. This was way bigger than Tom remembered.

‘Fucking hell Cathy, you’re massive’ yelled Tom.

‘I wouldn’t want to piss you off anymore’ he added.

Suddenly Cathy got a wicked idea. An idea that suddenly she was sure she had seen in reality somewhere before. She was desperate to get this session sister thing out of her system, and now that Tom was surely no match for her physically she thought maybe he would be a great substitute.

‘Wait there’ she said as she ran upstairs to her PC leaving the bridesmaids impatiently waiting in the ‘salon’ lounge.

She put on the DVD and whizzed through, she wanted to check. Yes, they had to be. The ‘actors’ in the film looked similar and the end credits confirmed it. They were real siblings. She didn’t know if she was comfortable doing this with her real brother, but she was out of options.

The plan hatched. First she would arm wrestle Tom, just to be 100% sure she was strong enough to overpower him at wrestling. That way, even if he refused, she would go ahead. Then she had to get rid of the girls for an hour, not too easy.

She returned downstairs. ‘Give me an hour with Tom will you girls, we have to catch up’. The girls didn’t buy it, they moaned about lack of time etc etc. Cathy stood firm, 45 mins then, please just go down to the pub or something. They left, promising to return in 30 mins. Cathy had to act fast.

She wasted no time, she put the webcam onto record and challenged Tom to arm wrestle her. He laughed and refused.

He knew he had no chance, and that was good enough for Cathy. Now, how could she get him to wrestle?

She went for honesty. She told him about Gavin and her desire of overpowering wimps. Tom was shocked. He hadn’t seen his little sister in years and instead of exchanging photos or talking about their lives, she was telling him her sexual fantasies.

‘Why are you telling me all this then’, the puzzled brother asked.

‘Look, Gavin has let me down. I need to wrestle a weaker man for the last time, the final one before I become married and faithful’ the odd explanation came.

Tom put his hands to his face. He felt really uncomfortable, but if it would please his sister, what harm could it do. He had no idea she planned to film it, or what exactly she had planned. Nobody would see, nobody would know, and there was no terrible disgrace in being overpowered by an obvious bodybuilder.

“Ok, we will wrestle, 5 minutes only though ok?’ he caved in.

‘5 minutes’ laughed Cathy.

Cathy removed her dressing robe. She was down to her underwear and had no time to change.

‘Whoa, time out, get some clothes on’ pleaded the embarrassed Tom.

‘No time for that, and anyway, I want you to see how muscled I have got’ exclaimed Cathy.

Tom backed off. Instinctively he put out his hands to stop her march forward and rested his palms around the bulging biceps. Cathy felt this and tensed them causing his grip to expand with the muscle. You could see it all over his face; he was both scared and astounded. He had never dreamt that any woman could be so muscular, let alone his own sister. 

 

After a brief struggle, Cathy managed to get free, and now had her hands wrapped around the upper arms of Tom. She smiled as if to say ‘hey buddy, not a patch on mine’.

Tom tried to expand his biceps, but her grip was stronger than his too. Cathy smiled more as she began to tighten the grip of her hands into his soft arms.

‘Arghhhh’ yelled Tom, the pain was hurting, but little did he know this was only the start.

 

Cathy twisted her body and managed to get Tom leaned over. She quickly crouched down and hooked Tom over her shoulder; Tom was in a seemingly effortless lift hold.

‘You used to want to be a fireman right?’ mocked Cathy as she carried Tom away from the exit and back to the centre of the room, back into perfect camera shot.

 

Tom had always been a confident guy, Cathy expected him to resist and fight back, but the out of breath guy laid down on the rug was far from this. He had fear all over his face. He had barely felt her awesome power and was already cowering. This would be too easy she thought to herself.

 

Cathy knew time was against her, but didn’t rush into pointless wrestling action. She wanted to humiliate Tom the best way she could, so she knelt above him, to ponder her next move. Tom made the move for her. He wrapped his arms around her thick and toned quads. With a huge effort, he caught Cathy by surprise and managed to topple her over. Tom had wrestled with his friends for fun, and knew one or two moves. He got on top of Cathy and pinned her, his forearm placed across her neck, she was pinned fast. Tom began to taunt, ‘all them muscles and helpless huh sis’.

Cathy was stuck. He tried to push out of the hold, but with the arm on the neck, she was in trouble. She knew time was ticking, what could she do?

 

While Tom talked trash, he was staring down at her face and her straining, bulging biceps. He had no idea where her legs were, but was about to find out. Cathy used the experience of her teen years, trampoline champion’ to flex her body to the max. Her waist and hips swung her legs up and around Tom. It was just enough to grab hold of his chest.

 

Tom stopped talking and tried to grab the legs. This was the ultimate mis match. Her legs were muscled to the max. With one huge squeeze, Tom went limp, his arms dropping to his side.

This brief moment was all she needed. Another quick squeeze and Tom gasped and frantically pushed at her legs to get some air. He had no hope against these quads from hell.

Tom was now mid-air, defying gravity in the powerful legs. He tapped away at the legs, unable to submit due to the lack of air in his lungs. A few curls with her human dumbell and Cathy let up. ‘You win you win’ blurted Tom.

 

Cathy let go of her brother, it was the first fall, but no way the last. Tom lay on the floor motionless.

‘Come on, that’s only one nil’ toyed Cathy, towering over her deflated opponent.

‘No, no I can’t’ wheezed Tom’

Cathy again checked on the clock. She put her arms around him and hoisted him gingerly to his feet. She lifted his head with her left hand.

‘Come on you fucking wimp. You give up too easy, have you no pride. This is your little sister who just beat you. COME ON’ she yelled and slapped his face.

 

You could see a flicker of anger in his face, but the was overwhelmed by the great fear. Cathy had tried to shame him, it failed. She pushed him, still no response. Tom was too scared.

‘You either fight back or make a match of this, or I will really embarrass you’ she warned.

‘I can’t’ cried Tom

‘Your legs just crushed me, they are way too strong’

Cathy felt her legs, damn they are big she thought.

‘Ok, we wrestle, I can’t use my legs. Come on, your whole body against my arms, even you can’t lose that surely’ she challenged.

 

Tom felt that without her legs, the odds were firmly in his favour. He was still a little intimidated, but after the humiliation of being crushed like a grape in her legs, he wanted to save face.

 

Tom brushed himself down and began to circle his sister, arms reaching out to keep her at bay, ready for his strike attack.

“No legs” he said, obviously living in fear of the power that just crushed him half to death.

Cathy nodded.

Tom reached out and put his sister in a headlock. Many times as kids this was his favoured hold on her. He squeezed her head and heard a slight shriek. Again, Tom gloated at his premature victory.

“Just like the old days, take the legs away and I am still king” he mocked.

Cathy reached down and hoisted her brother up in the air. The ease of this worried Tom, but he held onto the headlock and began to swing his arms in a bid to get the equalising fall.

On his wrist, Cathy spotted a wristwatch. Her time was running out. She had to act, and boy she did. She grabbed both of her brother’s wrists and began to pull. Tom was no weakling, but she was able to slowly pull his hands apart, not only freeing her head, but having him held tight. He bolted, but she kept hold of both wrists, Tom sprang back towards her and straight into a bear hug. Tom immediately felt her power, not quite equal to the legs, but damn, she was strong all over. Cathy leaned back. Her taller brother was held firm in her arms, and his feet now cleared the floor.

Tom tried to get his arms in between himself and his sisters ripped upper arms, he succeeded, but that only meant that he was now fully trapped and in a painful hold, that would only get tighter. Cathy allowed her brothers feet to reach the floor again, but the brief relapse ended as she swung him around violently, squeezing him as she did.

Arghhhhh” he yelled out in pain.

“Submit” he yelped as he gasped for breath once more.

 

Cathy smiled and let go, Tom slumped to the floor once again. Tom was on all fours and wheezing.

A quick glance at the clock, and Cathy once more tried to lift Tom back to his feet. But like a kid having a temper tantrum, he remained limp, causing him to fall straight back down.

“Come on wimp boy, get up and fight back” Cathy stated as she nudged with her foot.

“No” said the sulky sibling.

“I warned you, I will humiliate you more if you don’t offer some resistance” she warned.

“Please sis, leave me alone, you are too strong” he begged pathetically.

Part of Cathy felt sympathy, and wanted to stop the onslaught. But the other part of her was actually getting off on this. What a scenario, a sister stronger, overpowering, controlling her big brother. Damn, it was hot she chuckled to herself at the thought.

She knew that she might never get the chance to wrestle Tom again, and her faithfulness to Pete would not be broken. She had to go with this right now.

 

A final effort to get Tom up had failed, so she went to the floor. Tom was on his front, she lay on his back and applied a full nelson hold, pinning both arms behind his head. If only he could have seen how pumped her biceps were right now she laughed. She leaned back, taking Tom with her. Now it was Cathy on the bottom, still with the full nelson applied. She on her back, Tom hanging above her.

“Arghhh ow ow please stop I give up you win please” pleaded Tom, in pain but surely not enough pain to be squealing like this.

Cathy peered over him, just about making out a bulge in his pants.

“You dirty git” she laughed,  you’re loving this” she stated.

“No arghhhh, no I am not ow ow” he appealed.

After waving him around above her for a while, she accepted his wimpish appeals and let him go to chalk up a 3-0 scoreline.

 

The siblings sat on the sofa, Tom was ashamed and looked down at the floor.

 

‘CLICK’, the sound of the front door closing told them both that the bridal party was back.

‘Cathy, you here?’ called the maid of honour

 

Suddenly, impulse took over, Cathy had no idea why, but she wanted to really humiliate Tom. What a climax to her DVD.

 

“Yeah, up here, can you all come up here” she yelled at her girlfriends.

 

Cathy glanced over at Tom with a menacing look on her face. Tom looked at her, reading her mind.

“Oh no, no please God don’t do it” he whispered

 

“Sorry”, she exclaimed, “you better stop me”

 

 With that, a tussle began on the sofa, spilling over to the floor. Tom was on top, trying to hold his sister at bay, but his weight advantage meant for little. Cathy easily flipped him over. His arms pinned to the floor over his head.

 

“Now what move do you want the girls to see?” she asked

 

“Please, I will do anything” he begged

 

“I know you will Tom” joked Cathy, “better turn you over, can’t have the girls spotting the hard on can we?”

 

Tom didn’t want to be his sisters plaything, so he resisted, but it was futile. She got him over, and grabbed his left arm and put it up hard behind his back.

 

“Ow Ow Christ, Arghhhh” screamed Tom due to pain and the ensuing embarrassment.

 

Tom squealed and begged, Cathy laughed as she added to his pain with one hand, the other arm she played with her hair.

 

The door burst open. Tom closed his eyes with shame.

 

“What the hell?” asked the maid of honour

 

“Just reminding my brother who has the muscles in the family” smiled Cathy

 

The girls laughed, all the more as Tom began again to squeal and beg with the extra pressure now being applied.

 

Cathy let up

 

“I need to get ready for my big day Tom. See you at the church then?” she asked

 

Tom dusted himself down and put his hair back into place while the girls asked a million questions to Cathy about her muscles.

 

Cathy felt a real glow inside. Yes, sex with her fiancé was great, but this feeling was a new high. Dominating weak guys had always appealed, but to humiliate her own brother, this was something else. She had it on DVD, but she knew that would never be enough. If, she could get him to wrestle again, then she could remain sexually faithful to Pete, but still get off on dominating a weaker man.

 

Pete was by the door when Cathy, now in wedding dress got up to say goodbye.

 

“Great to see you bro” she exclaimed as she hugged him tight. In the clinch, she whispered,

“Same time on Wednesday for the rematch?”

 

“No way, you are mad” said the shocked Tom

 

“My DVD recording of our match, and a padded envelope to your wife says you will be here” she whispered as she kissed him on the cheek.”

 

Tom left…… but he was to return

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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