Kelly

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Probably, the best story I've written so far. But its

upto to the readers to decide.

Chapter 1:

Jane was cleaning the spilt milk on the kitchen floor.

Behind her, in the dining area, a constant buzz of

conversation reached her ears. She sighed sleepily.

The mealtime discussions between her daughter and son

had grown steadily more rambunctious.

Having cleaned the floor, she returned to the dining

room. Jane was a beautiful woman in her forties. Her

husband had left her eight years ago when John was

seven and Kelly was just three years old. Since then

she had taken care of her two kids all alone.

"Now you two! Stop fighting." She said sternly to the

kids.

"But mom, John started it."

"I don't wanna hear a word. Now behave. I've to go

out."

"Ok mom." She said. Jane looked at John severely, and

he also nodded his head.

At around 6 in the evening, Jane was ready to go out.

Her gown was a cute pink, with a deepneck which

exposed a little of her full, ripe breasts. Her bare

arms were slim, like the rest of her body but were

muscular. Her biceps jumped up and down and looked

very sexy on her thin arms.

She kissed her kids goodbye, as her date came to pick

her up. She had recently started seeing this really

handsome man from the neighbourhood.

As soon as she left, both the kids went to their

rooms. They were very fond of each other but used to

have a few fights just like any other siblings. Both

the kids were very goodlooking taking after their

beautiful mom.

John was fourteen. He was tall, just a bit stout but

very cute. His body was a bit soft but he had good

features. He was 5'6" and weighed 150. Kelly was

eleven years old and very cute with a tight and

athletic body. She was a gymnast and had been in

active sports for four years now. She was 5' and

weighed 115.

Kelly got bored watching television. She turned it off

and decided to go to John's room.

Chapter 2:

John's diary:

September 1st, 2002.

Mom left at around 6. Kelly went to her room to watch

some cartoon show. I went to my room and switched on

my computer. After checking my mails, I started

surfing my favourite sites like thevalkyrie, armfan,

musclefanUK's site etc. Tom came a few minutes later.

I saw him as he was coming through the lawn. I opened

the door before he could ring the bell.

"Hi John! How are you?"

"Come on in, Tom."

Both of us went to our room and sat down infront of

the computer. Tom also had a fetish about muscular

girls. We used to discuss a lot about strong girls and

their biceps and muscles. He was a bit nerdy. He was

5'5 and weighed 123 pounds.

"Hey did you see Martina Navratilova on TV? She is so

strong. Her biceps really bulged every Tome she hit a

shot." He said, as we were busy watching Rebecca's

biceps(in armfan.com).

"Tell me about it. And that sexy vein running over her

taut biceps. Boy, Martina can lift both of us at once

and she won't even break a sweat curling us. She has

really some serious muscles on that wiry 45 year old

body of hers."

"I know! She really is a muscular mantlepiece." Tom

said, clicking on 'back' button of the browser.

"When Do You Think We Are Really Gonna Touch A Real

Female Bicep?" I wondered aloud.

"Hey John, haven't you touched your mom's arms?" He

asked smiling.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I asked, furious at him.

"Chill man. I am just saying. I mean your mom has some

real muscles in her arms."

I was mad at Tom for saying this, but I was intrigued.

It was true that my mom had some remarkable biceps for

a slender lady like her. But thinking about them was

gross.

"Shut up Tom. Its my mom you are talking about." I

shouted.

"Hey, what are you getting all worked up about. I only

said that your mom has nice muscles. And since you

live with her, you might have touched her bare

biceps." Tom said.

"OK! Lets drop the subject." I said silencing him.

"All right." He said and we resumed our female muscle

surfing. We checked out a few groups in yahoo and saw

some gorgeous ladies with their shoulders popping and

their biceps bulging in splendour.

"Hey John! I am sorry." Tom said a while later.

"Its okay Tom." I said, but his apology again forced

me to remember his perception of my mom. I shut down

the computer and we lay sprawled on my bed sipping

coke and talking. Tom was a very jovial person just

like me and we were like the best of friends.

"Hey Tom! What was the deal about my mom earlier?" I

asked him.

"Nothing John. All I said was that she has some nice

biceps and thats all. It wasn't that I was thinking

about your mom in some bad manner. Even my mom has

some biceps but most of her arm is fat."

"Umhh. You are right though, my mom does have somewhat

muscular arms." I said proudly. Compared to Tom's mom,

my mom was a stunner. She was a stunner anyways as

well. But it was true, she had a slimly muscled

physique.

"Even I have muscular arms." Tom said and started

flexing his arms. A well defined bicep appeared.

I also flexed, but my arm didn't have as much

definition, though my arm was thicker.

"Ha ha.. I am stronger than you." Tom said kidding.

"Oh, is that so. Come on, lets armwrestle. Then we'll

see, who is stronger."

So we placed our elbows on the table.

Tom counted three and we started. We were evenly

matched. Just then there was a knock and Kelly walked

in.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" She asked coming

nearer. "Wow Tom, nice biceps."

Tom grunted to add more force, if nothing but to

impress my kid sister. I also couldn't lose infront of

my sister. So I poured in with all my strength as

well. It was a long drawn battle. Eventually I started

forcing his arm down. After what seemed like eternity,

I pinned his arm to the table.

"John rules!" I said as we got up.

"Hey! Even I wanna armwrestle." Kelly said.

"Oh come on Kelly, you are a kid." I said dismissing

her.

"Come on," said Tom, "I'll armwrestle you."

I looked severely at Tom. I knew he was going to

derive pleasure out of it. But I couldn't say that

infront of Kelly.

"Take some Tome to recuperate. Then we'll armwrestle,"

said Kelly. Tom obliged.

"Hey, I am just armwrestling your sister because she

wanted to. Don't worry, if you think I have some

ulterior motives, I'll decline." Tom said sincerely.

"Its OK, Tom. You can armwrestle her." I said.

We talked around for ten minutes, before Kelly

reminded us of the impending armwrestling match. Tom

readied himself. He rolled up his half sleeved

teeshirt to show his thin but muscular arms.

Kelly removed her jacket. She was wearing tightfitting

tanktop underneath. To our surprise she had a pretty

solid body. Kelly was very early in puberty and had

already started getting breasts though they were

small. But by the looks of small swellings of her

young breasts, she was going to get big and beautiful

there. Her broad shoulders moulded down to a slim

solid waist. It was the first Tome in years I was

seeing my sister in a tight fitting sleeveless shirt

and was I impressed!

Tom almost lost himself. They placed their elbows on

the table. Kelly's arm was shorter but thicker. They

locked hands and I could see Tom supress a gasp.  I

counted and Tom poured in with all his might. By the

looks of it Kelly was merely testing Tom. After about

Tom started getting nervous as Kelly poured in. Her

biceps bulged incredulously. A prominent vein popped

up on top of her biceps. Her forearms were already run

over and over by numerous veins. Even the sinews on

her wrists were remarkable. In about 15 seconds, she

had pinned Tom's arm.

"Yeahhh..." she shouted standing up. "I defeated Tom.

I am stronger than him." She said as she hugger me

tightly. I felt her hard body against mine, and boy

was she tough. I wasn't too happy as her young breasts

were pressed against my body. She let me go, and sat

down on the table again. "Come on John. Now we'll

armwrestle."

I was dreading such a moment having witnessed her

brute power as she humiliated my friend infront of my

eyes. But I couldn't back out. Suddenly the phone

rang. It was for Kelly.

"I'll be brief and then we will armwrestle." She said

and went to her room to pick up the extension.

"Oh my God! Did you look at the size of her biceps?"

Tom shouted.

"I know. Oh God, what am I gonna do Tom? She's gonna

cream me."

"Yeah! But boy, is she a powerhouse or what?"

We discussed my kid sister for a while until she

returned even though I felt a little awkward

discussing the muscularity of my sister's arms.

"I am ready." She said as she softly closed the door

behind her.

We locked hands and I gasped, her grip was punishing.

Tom counted and we started. In the beginning, neither

of us applied force. Both of us were testing each

other. Suddenly, I applied force to take her by

surprise, but her arm did not move. How strong was

she! She smiled and started applying some force. She

started pushing my arm down. I was in panic. I noticed

her bulging biceps and forearms and suddenly knew the

result of this little encounter. She forced my arm

down decisively. I sat there stupefied for a second,

before Kelly got up and went behind my chair.

Affectionately she put her muscular arm around my neck

and kissed my head.

"Its okay John. I always knew, I was stronger than

you. Hell! I am stronger than any boy or girl in my

class."

Tom was in heaven. "Hey Kelly, would you mind showing

us your biceps?"

I looked up as my sister slowly curled her bare arms.

Her arms thickened considerabely and a rock solid

bicep bulged out of her sinewy arm, thick, taut

triceps underneath. My eleven year old sister had

bigger muscles than me.

Tom reached out and cupped her massive bicep. 

"Come on John. Feel them. They are your sister's." She

said to me and then addressing Tom, she said, "ward

off Tom, first my brother will feel them. Tom

reluctantly removed his hand from her stout bicep and

stood back as my trembling hand felt her mountanious

egg shaped muscle. I squeezed her arm, but she was as

hard as steel. I ran my finger down the large vein

that had popped up on the peak of her bicep. I traced

the seductive vein down to her forearms where there

were veins all over. Disgustingly, I felt myself

hardening. I let go of her arm instantly. Kelly didn't

understand, why I suddenly removed my arms from her

biceps, but Tom did. He smiled at me understandingly.

"Hey, can you pick me up?" Tom asked.

"Easily silly." She said and wrapped her strong arms

around his legs and lifted him forcibly off the

ground.

"Ohhh..." moaned Tom.

She started walking with Tom in her arms as if he

weighed nothing. She put him down a few seconds later.

"I can even lift John." She boasted.

"No way." I said, but she warded off my resistance and

grabbed my butt hoisting me high in the air. Tom and I

were spellbound by such an amazing display of power.

She bounced me a bit and I felt myself hardening

again. Luckily she put me down.

"Hey, you know what. I bet you can't lift both of us

together." Tom butted in.

"Shut up Tom." I said.

"I can!" Kelly said. She squatted down and told us to

mount her shoulders. Her butt tightened to twin balls

of steel as she squatted.

At first I declined, but she kept on insisting and I

agreed. First Tom mounted her right shoulder. Then I

went over and mounted her left shoulder. I was amazed

by the hardness and strength of her shoulders. Not

only that, but they were very broad, so we could sit

easily. Then she stood up and Tom and I hung on for

our life. She stood up neat and clean with both of us

completely supported by her mammoth shoulders.

She started walking around with both of us on her

shoulders as if we weighed nothing at all.

Tom looked at me and said, " So I guess your question

has been answered."

"Which question?" I asked.

"Whether you'll be able to touch a real female bicep

or not."

Comments and feedback are appreciated! I'd love to

discuss muscular sisters, moms or women in general

with readers.