Session Sister 7 MUK
Clare and Mark were brother and sister. Mark was the older by 2 years, and seemed to have been given the best of the parental genes. During their school year, he was taller, faster, stronger and more intelligent. While Mark captained the football team and had his pick of the girls, Clare was more likely to have her nose in a book in the school library. The two were like chalk and cheese.
By the year 2008 Mark was 27. His wife, Chelsey, was a former model and he loved to proudly display her off to friends and colleagues at every opportunity. Clare now 25 lived 15 miles away but rarely bumped into Mark. The two no longer spoke, other than family occasions. Mark was a part time football player as well as being the CEO of his own company. He was ashamed of his store worker sister; she didn’t fit in with his millionaire lifestyle. Clare too was glad to be apart after years of verbal and, on occasions, physical abuses from her brother.
The odd thing was, that Clare and Chelsey got on really well, and often met up when Mark was away on business. This weekend was one such occasion.
Clare and Chelsey were chatting away about a recent holiday. Chelsey said that the photos were on the laptop but she couldn’t remember how to access it. Clare said that she would look. As she trawled through the laptop files, the phone rang and Chelsey walked off in a long conversation to her mother, leaving Clare and the laptop alone. Clare failed to find the photos, but what she did find shocked her to the core. Mark had hundreds of images and videos of female bodybuilders on the laptop. She flicked through them, amazed that her brother could fancy such muscular women. She then reached a file called sessions. In it were photos of her brother worshiping and wrestling muscle ladies. Clare laughed to herself. For the first time, she had something on her brother that may cause him to lose face. But she couldn’t take the laptop, and who would believe such a story? She decided to close down the computer and keep the secret to herself for now, in the hope that one day she could use it against him.
Months passed. Clare and mark had not crossed paths, and she had not found a way to use the information on her brother. She walked home from work and called into the second hand video store. She had been after a video called ‘Sessions’ for weeks. It was a musical based on the life of some 17th Century composer. She took the dusty tape form the shelf and paid for it at the counter before continuing home.
After a long hot bath, she sat down with a glass of wine to watch the documentary. She pressed play and sat back. The title came up, but it was not the film she expected. The cassette must have been mistaken as this was called ‘Session Sister’.
She watched in shock as a man was faced with a huge female bodybuilder claiming to be his sister. WOW, they did look alike, perhaps they were really related. She was captivated as the girl dominated the weaker brother into humiliation. She thought how cool it would be to humiliate Mark ion that way, but she was no bodybuilder and he was a fit strong guy. She also shivered at the thought of a sister arousing her brother in such a way. It was wrong.
The next day she took the tape back to the shop to swap it. Next to the space where her film had been was in fact the case for Session Sister. Next to that was Session Sister 2,3,4,5 and 6. WOW, she felt a compulsion to buy the lot, which she did. She watched them all back to back and again pondered the ultimate humiliation that this could have on her brother.
One week form Session Sister; Clare would see her life change in a way unimaginable. She got in from work and got the phone call you always dread. Both her parents had been killed in a freak accident. Clare was inconsolable. Mark too was upset, but not to the same degree. He was more concerned with the inheritance he would get. Thanks to his eagle-eyed lawyer, Mark new the outcome of the will before the reading. He was to get 90% of the estate; Clare was left with very little after fees and the like. She was devastated. Why was he the favourite, why did he get the money when he was already rich? Clare couldn’t let it go and trawled through the entire paperwork inn her father’s desk. Mark had gone on holiday, leaving her to sort out the post death paperwork and house clearance.
If the double death had not been shock enough, the desk revealed a bigger blow. It explained why her parents had always favoured their son. She was an adopted child. Her and Mark were not blood related. She broke down in tears at the thought of all the years of being treated like a second rate child. After the shock and upset, Clare began a phase of anger. Her rich brother had treated her badly for years; he didn’t even care about the death of his parents. She wanted revenge, and the moment had arrived. She thought back to ‘Session Sister’ and what was there to stop her? She had been grossed out but now she was not related, although he didn’t know that. She used to little inheritance she was given to join the gym, and began to transform her body.
Two years passed as Clare went from geek to glorious. Her 5’7 frame was filled out into muscular proportions. She was 2 inches shorter than Mark, but must now be within 15lbs of his weight. She was ready to make Session Sister 7.
To do this properly, she wanted a cameraman, and who better than Mark’s wife, Chelsey. Clare had not seen Chelsey for over a year, and decided to meet up with her in order to tell her about Mark and his secret. With Mark out of town, the two girls met up and talked about everything. They looked through his laptop and found even more images and videos than before. Chelsey was devastated. Her husband had always treated her well, but as she aged, he wanted a younger model, and had been violent towards her. She knew that he had cheated on her many times, but this female muscle worship was too much. She agreed with Clare that revenge had to happen. She would film the ‘session’; with Mark still thinking that Clare was his real life sister.
Clare started the ball rolling by sending Mark an e-mail. She posed as an American bodybuilder, recently located to the UK and looking for session experience. Mark responded within a day. He was keen to meet the new girl, but wanted to see pictures first. Clare had none. She had been lifting in private and very few people knew she had muscles. She had to ask Chelsey to come over with her digital camera. Clare was in awesome shape. At 5’7 and 158lbs, she was in close to contest shape. Every muscle was big, but ripped too, and once Chelsey had applied the oil, she looked ready to step onto a stage. The final touch was to put on a mask; this would be her ‘gimmick’. Clare hit the poses, quad flex, abs, and the massive double bicep pose. She giggled as she uploaded them to the e-mail as she thought about how close she was to the ultimate revenge.
Mark must have liked what he saw as he arranged to meet in a London hotel in 2 weeks time. Clare could hardly wait. Chelsey too was looking forward to it. She had become of less and less use to Mark, and now was no more than a wife in name only. His violence towards her got worse, and the 2 weeks were hard for her to keep quiet.
The day of the session arrived. Clare got to the hotel early to prepare. Chelsey set up her camera in the wardrobe, hiding behind some spare clothes she had brought with her.
Clare was nervous, but she was ready, Mark had this coming.
The confident knock on the door signalled the arrival of Mark. Clare was masked and in a black jacket as she let in her ‘client’.
Mark came in, threw the £300 on the bed and sat down.
‘Ok, let me see those sexy muscles’ he demanded.
Clare obliged and removed the jacket hiding the buff body beneath. She told Mark to sit on his hands as she began to flex each muscle group. She was ripped, in contest shape, and oiled up so as to shine and gleam. Starting with the calves, Clare stood up on her tiptoes. The calves were diamond like in shape and hardness. Mark smiled with approval. Next were the quads. Left first, then right. Each shook loose, then tensed. The abs were next. Clare had worked hard to get that separated 6-pack look, and they were so deep. Mark put his finger in between but was told not to touch yet. Clare wanted revenge but didn’t want his hands all over her. After a quick pec bounce, it was time for the biceps. Left first, the right, then both. Almost 15 inches, peaked and split with a vein, the biceps were as good as they get.
After the posing, Mark expect to get to worship and massage the muscles, however, this would be where Clare took over the schedule.
‘So Mark, you married?’ she asked
Mark had removed his wedding ring and was bold as brass with his reply,
‘No, never have been, love you muscle girls too much’
Chelsey cringed in the wardrobe at this blatant lie.
‘So Mark, do my muscles turn you on?’ asked Clare
She knew the answer already given the info on his laptop, and confirmation was sticking up in his pants.
‘Yeah, you are real sexy’ he replied.
Clare laughed.
‘Mark, I heard some bad things about you. From your sister, bullied and robbed of her inheritance. From Chelsey, your wife disregarded and used as a punch bag by the big man. Why don’t you hit me Mark?’ said Clare.
Mark was shocked. ‘What is this? Who are you?’ he demanded to know
Clare pushed Mark in the chest. He stood up, 2 inches taller than Clare and 15lbs heavier, he warned her to back off.
Clare pushed Mark again.
‘This is not a session Mark; it is a lesson for you to learn. When I am done, you will sign over half of your money to Chelsey and half to Clare’ she told him
Mark stood nose to nose with the female bodybuilder. ‘Fuck you, I’m out of here’ he yelled as he walked over to his £300 on the bed.
Suddenly, from behind he felt the muscled forearms rap around his waist. Clare had grabbed him and hoisted him off the floor and slammed him face first to the floor with a belly to back suplex straight out of the WWE.
Clare stood over the winded Mark.
‘As I said, you are here for a lesson, now shall we begin?’ she laughed
Mark gingerly got to his feet.
Mark grabbed Clare by the arms. She appeared to wince as he gripped her and told her that he would be leaving. Clare then smiled. She began to bend her arms so that the biceps swelled. Mark lost his grip as the biceps grew larger than his hand could cup.
In a last desperate effort, Mark swung for Clare. Clare blocked the punch with her thick forearm and landed a punch of her own. Whack, straight into the stomach with her powerful left hand. Mark dropped to his knees, winded once more. Clare pushed him over so that he lay on his back gasping for air. With a smile, she dropped onto him and wrapped her legs around his waist.
‘Say goodnight’ she mocked as she squeezed.
Mark went red then passed out with the power of her legs.
Clare picked Mark up in her arms and laid him on the bed. Chelsey stopped filming briefly and the 2 girls stripped him down to his boxers. Chelsey returned to the wardrobe as Mark began to come round. Seeing this, Clare sat on his chest, her knees ensuring that his arms were pinned fast to the bed.
A groggy Mark asked what was going on.
‘I told you; it is time for you to learn a lesson. You already know that I am way too strong for you to fight, and now you will see just what I can do to you. And when we are done, your sister and your wife will get all of your money’ explained Clare.
Clare was now topless, her ample pecs bouncing as she talked. Mark struggled but there was no way he could get free with this muscle girl sat on him.
Clare looked to the wardrobe.
‘Ok, time for part two of the film, I think we need more close up action, out you come’
The wardrobe door swung open, and carrying the camera, the beautiful Chelsey stepped out.
Mark was open mouthed. His wife had set him up?
Chelsey said nothing, but kept filming, moving the camera up and down the massive muscles of Clare.
Clare played for the camera a little, running her fingers through her long brown hair, tensing the bicep as she did. Mark struggled again in vain.
Clare began to lean forward, pushing her rock hard pec muscles into Marks face. She sat back up then repeated this several times.
Mark laughed.
‘This is meant to be a lesson? This is heaven babe’ he laughed at the arousal he was getting from the muscled woman.
‘Hmm, I thought this may happen’ said Clare, ‘so I have an idea’
Clare reached back with both hands and began to untie the mask. Again, her biceps bulged as she did this. Mark smiled, hoping that this muscled body was attached to an attractive face.
The mask dropped onto the floor and Mark looked on in horror to see the face of his sister. Of course, Clare was not really related to Mark, but he had no idea of this.
‘What the fuck, is this some kind of trick?’ he screamed.
‘No trick brother’ grinned Clare as she once again bent over to push her naked pec muscles into his face.
Mark wriggled his head to try and avoid, but the striated pecs trapped him between them as they tensed.
Clare sat up once more.
‘How far should we go brother?’ she asked as she wrapped her legs around one of his and let squeeze again.
‘Arghhhh, Ow ow’ squealed Mark.
‘So, is this a deal, we give you the camera and let you go, in return, we get your cash’ she said
‘Fuck you, let me go, I swear I will kill you both’ yelled Mark
‘Tut tut tut’ mocked Clare as she squeezed once more.
‘Ouch, Arghhhhhhh’ yelled Mark even louder.
Clare looked down at her ‘brother’.
‘Oh my, you have a hard on Mark’ she laughed as she grabbed his erection.
‘Get off you sick bitch’ he cried
Clare swivelled herself round, placing her ass in his face, and wrapped her bicep around his erection.
She slowly began to flex her bicep, again and again. Mark began to struggle frantically and his breathing increased, he was getting very aroused.
As the 15 inch muscle began to increased the speed of the flex, Mark shouted out
‘Ok, Ok, stop please just stop’
Clare obliged.
‘So we get the money?’ she asked
Mark nodded.
Clare stepped off her brother and let him up.
He stood in his boxers, rock hard from the seduction.
Clare was only in her panties too, looking like a Greek goddess, chiselled into definition. She handed Mark a pen and paper to agree to his ‘gift’.
Without warning, Mark lashed out, sending Clare sprawling to the floor. With fist clenched, Mark stepped over the dazed Clare. ‘Now there will be a lesson’ he said as he swung a punch down at his sister.
To his shock, Clare reached up and grabbed his wrist. Her strength was awesome; she was able to stop his punch in full flight. Marl struggled to free his hand, but there was no chance. He swung a left, this too was grabbed. Clare got to her feet and twisted Marks right arm behind his back and dropped him to the floor. She bent back the arm and once again mark wailed,
‘Arghhhhhh ow ow ow, stop please I beg you’
‘Angered by the punch she had taken, Clare was ready to go all out. She no longer cared for the cash; she wanted to humiliate her ‘brother’.
Clare cranked the arm again, mark began to cry. She then swung him over onto his back. Using her legs to grapevine his, she had him pinned, legs and arms outstretched. With one hand, she pinned both of his to the floor, then began to take down her underwear.
‘Stop, Stop, I give in’ yelled Mark, fearing that his ‘sister’ was about to perform a sexual act on him. He was right.
Clare lowered herself onto Mark, then off again. She did this again and again, Mark struggled, and again his breath increased. Chelsey zoomed in, this was surreal. Clare wrapped her arms around Mark, as tight as she could. Mark was pinned fast, unable to move any part of his body as Clare rode him hard until he exploded.
Mark lay motionless. Covered in his own mess, having been humiliated by a female bodybuilder that he thought was his own sister. Clare reached down and cradled the fallen bully. She laid him on the bed and stood in front of him, posing once more with a double bicep flex.
‘Please, I will give you everything, just give me the film’ he begged.
Clare laughed. Chelsey came over and began to feel her muscles. She caressed the biceps, swollen with veins, the rock hard pecs, playing a while with the large brown nipples. Clare looked over, she hugged Chelsey ad they kissed passionately.
‘Keep your money, you worthless shit. I have what I want’
Clare got dressed and left the room, hand in hand with Chelsey.
Mark sobbed.
For the next 4 weeks, mark laid low. He had heard nothing from his wife or sister. The mail arrived and he looked through the usual bills. Then he saw the handwritten envelope.
Inside was a tape. ‘Session Sister 7 Limited Edition 1 of 500’
He knew what it was and he began to wail. Within an hour, the phone began to ring and his inbox filled up. Every one of his friends, family and business associates had been sent one of the 500 copies. Everyone was able to see Mark being dominated and effectively raped by his own sister.
Clare smiled, knowing that Mark was going to be humiliated beyond belief. She took the final copy of the video down to the store where she had stumbled across the first Session Sister. She handed it to the manager. ‘Here, add this to the collection, I am sure somebody will find it inspirational in the future’
She had no idea who would be the next to add to the series, but was sure that at some point, it would happen.
THE END