Natasha-1
Vampire



I was home from college for the summer. One afternoon as I was passing through
the passage, I heard some noises coming from the basement. I entered the
basement and saw my sister Natasha who was 14, punching away at a suspended
bag which the boxers use for practice.

"Hi Sis! What are you doing?" I asked.

"Practicing." She replied.

"Since when did you start boxing?"

"It's been 10 months. I really like this sport."

I observed her practicing silently. She was punching hard, judging by the
impact on the bag. She was 5'4" and 135 pounds. And she looked strong too with
broad shoulders, strong thighs and well sized arms. I, on the other hand was
5'9" and 185 pounds.

"Hey Mark, you wanna spar a little?" She challenged me as I was leaving.

"Why not. Let me see, what you've learnt in 10 months." I had never boxed
before, but I surely could take on my younger sister.

"I've learnt enough to kick your ass."

"Lets see".

We rounded off. I shot out some light punches, taking care not to hurt her.
But she had other intentions. She delivered some powerful punches, which
really hurt me. And I was astounded by the power in her punches.

"OK that's enough." I said, pulling out my boxing gloves.

"So, what do you think?" She asked pulling out her gloves too.

"You have some skill."

"Some? I kicked your ass back there."

"Come on. You knew, I wouldn't hurt you."

My last sentence angered her.

"OK! Why don't we wrestle? You couldn't hurt me there. Could you?" She said.

"All right. If that's you want."

"Fine."

Natasha removed her sports jacket. She was wearing a tank top beneath. I must
say that she had blossomed into a woman. Her breasts had developed
magnificently. Add to that, her blonde hair and a cute face. She was really
beautiful. But she was my sister. So, those thoughts soon vacated my mind. Now
I was concerned by her bare arms. They looked so strong. Infact they were
slightly smaller than mine, but were more muscled. My arms were anyways softer
than hers.

We squared off once again. I surged ahead cautiously, but she was quick.
Before I could react she had put me in a headlock. Her hard bicep was pressing
against my neck. I caught her arm, but couldn't budge it. I was slowly waking
up to the realization that my sister was stronger than me. I still kept on
trying to break her headlock. Her biceps felt so hard and bumpy, that I
instantly knew that she was way stronger than me. Come to think of it. She was
5 years younger than me and still was manhandling me.

"So, my dear brother. What do you think of my wrestling skills?"

I didn't answer. I was busy trying to inhale some air. She let go off me.

"Thought you could use a breath of air." She flouted.

I knew that this wasn't going to be easy. She looked directly at me, as if she
was reading my thoughts. She nevertheless knew that she was stronger than me.

As if to intimidate me, she raised her arms to adjust her ponytail. And no
sooner did she raise her arms, her biceps exploded, swelling incredibly into
amazing proportion, resembling a tennis ball. As drops of sweat slided down
her massive biceps towards the tiny blond tufts in her armpit, her muscles
gleamed sexily against the dim light in the basement.

I was enthralled and intimidated by her pumped biceps. She held this pose for
another second.

"So brother, are you ready?"

"Why not?" I said and charged at her. I had hoped that I would be able to take
her down and pin her against the mat.

We grappled and I wrapped my arms around her back. I got one foot behind her
and tried to trip her. But she placed her left foot away from her body, thus
balancing herself. I furiously continued exerting pressure, hoping that she'll
trip over sooner or later. Uptil now, her hands were clutching my shirt, but
as I was powering her down, she let go of my shirt and wrapped her arms around
my ribs.

She strengthened her hold exerting pressure on my ribs. Suddenly, I found my
left foot being raised from the ground. She was trying to throw me off her
hips. I fought her but in vain. In a matter of seconds both my feet were off
the ground, snd instead of throwing me off her hips, she had effected a bear
hug which was obviously painful for me. Her hard arms were pressing against my
body, and now my entire weigth was on her body.

I was completely fazed by such show of strength by my sister. Natasha too was
deligthed by her power. I felt myself being broken into two.

She was on the other hand smiling. I looked into her eyes, suspended in the
air by her amazing strength held tightly by her arms. I was groaning and my
eyes moistened by intense pain.

"Am I squeezing you too hard, dear Mark?"

"Oh.. Natasha....Pl..Please stop." I pleaded.

"All rigth. But since you are in such pain, let me take you upstairs."

She lifted me higher and draped my body over her strong muscular shoulders.
Then she started towards the door of the basement.

"What are you doing Natasha? Someone might see us." I cried. "Please don't do
this to me."

"Come on brother. Only mom will see you like this. And believe me, she won't
be surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know."

So she carried me over to the living room, where mom was watching television.

"Look mom, what did I bring you?" She threw me on the sofa beside mom, and
before mom could say anything, she ran off to her bedroom.