Mikey's sister gets muscles, part 1
By Elmo, elmo101@excite.com
Mikey shouldn't have given bodybuilding supplements to his little sister


Mikey and Petey were surfing the internet looking at bodybuilding
supplements. Neither of them were bodybuilders. Just the opposite.

They were both skinny nerdy 14 year olds with hardly any muscle at all.
They were always picked last for all the games in gym class, except for a
few girls who were even worse athletes than they were. Their classmates
picked on them because they were too puny to defend themselves. They
were surfing the web, discovering that there were a whole bunch of magic
supplements, claiming to help people build muscles.

"Do you think any of this stuff really works?" asked Petey.

"I don't know" said Mikey, "but they sure are expensive."

"They sure cost a lot of money."

"Yeah, but if it works, it would be worth it, wouldn't it?"

"You're right I guess. But what about all those warnings? They sound
dangerous."

"This norandrostendiol stuff looks like it's safe enough. And it comes
in a convenient liquid. Sounds easier than swallowing pills."

"But where are we going to get $50 from?"

"I have $30 saved up from my allowance, what about you?"

"I have that much too I guess."

It was done, they decided to go ahead and order the stuff. The mailed
$50 plus $5 shipping and handling to a company called Net Muscle located
in Chandler, Arizona (wherever that was). It was sent to Mikey's house
because both his parents worked during the day and his little sister
Ashley always came home from school later than him. So he'd be able to
check the mail first and make sure no one else in the family found their
bottle of norandrostendiol.

After two weeks of anticipation, on a Tuesday afternoon, Mikey found a
small discreet box addressed to him, with a return address in Chandler,
Arizona. The norandrostendiol had arrived. Mikey called Petey on the
phone right away to tell him the good news. Petey came right over.
The both sat in Mikey's bedroom looking at the bottle.

"I'm afraid," said Petey. "What if it has strange side effects. Like
acne, or hirsutism, whatever that is."

"Hirsutism is hairness" said Mikey.

"Well I don't want it. Why don't you take the stuff first and I'll see if
it works on you."

Suddenly Mikey lost his bravado. Petey had scared him. Then an idea came
to him.

"I know what. I'll let Ashley try it first, see if it does anything to
her."

"You're sister?"

"Yeah, my little brat sister. If something weird happens to her, it
serves her right anyway."

"If your parents find out, they'll kill you Mikey."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Probably this stuff does nothing
anyway, it was just a scam to get people to pay a lot of money for a
bogus bottle of liquid that doesn't do anything.

"I suppose you're right" said Petey, relieved that he didn't have to try
the stuff first.

"Here, I brought you a glass of milk" Mikey said to Ashley, handing her a
glass of milk. Ashley looked at it cautiously. "You never do anything
nice for me Mikey, what's up?"

"Nothing" said Mikey.

"If you did something and you want me to hide it from mom and dad, this
isn't going to work."

"No Ashley, I just know that you like to have a glass of milk when you
come home from school, and I was just being nice to you. I'm sorry I
beat you up last week and I just want to make it up.

"Well... thanks I guess" said Ashley, and she took the glass of milk and
drank it. Mikey was looking at her while she drank it.

"What?" she asked.

"Um nothing," Mikey said, and he walked away. He was being too obvious.
He had to be more casual about it in the future.

Ashley wondered why Mikey was being so nice to her all of a sudden,
always getting her drinks or food, and he even stopped fighting with her.
She didn't know what had gotten in to him, but she was glad her brother
wasn't being the asshole that he usually was.

A month later, Mikey and Petey were both in Mikey's room again, looking
at the now more than half empty bottle of norandrostendiol.

"Well this was a big waste" said Petey. "We paid $55 for this stuff,
most of it is gone, and we're still skinny runts."

"We had to test it first to make sure it was safe."

"Well is it safe?"

"I guess it is" said Mikey. "Ashley doesn't seem any different. No hair
anywhere, no acne, nothing. It didn't do anything to her."

"Well did she get muscles yet?" asked Petey.

"Um..." said Mikey. It was strange, but he never really thought about his
sister actually getting muscles from the stuff. Deep down, he didn't
really believe it would work. "I haven't really noticed anything."

"Well is she harder to beat up or anything like that?" asked Petey.

"I haven't fought with her since I started giving her the stuff,"
admitted Mikey.

"What? Why not?"

"I guess I was so busy being nice to her in order to get her to sneak her
doses into drinks or food, I forgot to beat her up."

"Well that's nuts. You need to find out if she's any stronger."

"I don't think so," said Mikey. "She looks the same."

"Maybe she has muscles under her fat" offered Petey. "She's kind of
pudgy you know."

"No, I haven't noticed any muscles under her fat," said Mikey.

Two days later, Ashley was drinking the glass of lemonade the Mikey
brought her while they both watched cartoons on TV. "You know, you're
such a nice brother, Mikey" said Ashley. "You're always doing stuff for
me." Then she kissed him on the cheek.

"Ewwww!!!!" screamed Mikey. "Cut that out!"

"Aww, I was just showing you that I love you."

Mikey didn't say anything.

"Hey Mikey, guess what?"

"Um, what Ashley?"

"I think I'm getting muscles."

Suddenly Mike perked up, and his hear started beating fast. Could it be
the norandrostendiol? Or maybe Ashley was just imagining things again.

"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Look" said Ashley, and she rolled up her sleeve and flexed her arm.

Mike stared. A bicep rose from her arm. Not a huge bicep, not even the
size of a lemon, but nevertheless there was no mistaking the lump in her
arm for anything but muscle. Petey was right, Ashley did have a muscle
underneath her fat!

"Feel it" said Ashley, "it's a muscle."

Mikey put his hand on the bicep and felt it. He couldn't believe it!
Where there used to be nothing but weak fat, now he felt sold muscle on
her arm. He couldn't help exploring the muscle with his hand, feeling
the way it curved up, feeling the hardness of it.

He started feeling very inadequate. He knew his skinny arm had no such
muscle like his sister's arm now had. He wondered if her muscle was as
strong as it felt. And he felt something else. Something unexpected.
He felt a stirring in his loins. His penis started getting harder. "Oh
no!" he thought. He was getting turned on by his sister's muscle. He
pulled his hand away at the wrongness of it.

"Why don't you show me your muscle, Mikey?" asked Ashley innocently.
Mikey didn't want to do any such thing, but reluctantly he rolled up his
sleeve and flexed his arm as hard as he could. Hardly any meat was on
his arm at all, muscle or fat. Ashley felt his arm and squeezed.

"Ouch!" yelped Mikey as he pulled his arm away. Ashley squeezed his arm
hard, and it hurt. Ashley was giggling.

"What are you laughing about" asked Mikey, suddenly not feeling very
confident.

"Nothing" said Ashley. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me," Mikey protested.

"I tell you what, you can squeeze my arm and hurt me back, then we'll be
even, OK?"

Mikey was eager to redeem his pride, so when Ashley flexed her bicep
again, Mikey put his hand around it and squeezed as hard he could. Once
again, he felt the solidness of her bicep. It felt strong and powerful.
Too powerful for his eleven year old sister. He felt his penis rising
again. He tried to squeeze harder. He looked at his sister. She didn't
look like she was hurting.

"I guess my muscle is too strong for you to hurt," giggled Ashley.

"Mine is too" Mike said, "it's just that you surprised me is all."

"OK, let me try again" said Ashley.

Once again, Mike flexed his arm as hard as he could, but barely anything
rose up. Ashley but her hand around his arm and squeezed. Once again,
Mikey felt pain. He tried to hold out, but he could only take it for
three seconds before he pulled his arm away and groaned with pain. He
had to rub his arm to make the pain go away. He couldn't believe that
Ashley could so easily hurt his skinny arm, but his grip was so
ineffectual against Ashley's solid muscular arm. Ashley was giggling
again.

Mikey felt humiliated and afraid, afraid of how strong Ashley suddenly
was. His penis was hard again. The fact that his little sister could
outmuscle him turned him on.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you again."

Mike didn't say anything.

"Let me kiss the boo boo and make if feel better" said Ashley.

"That's gross" protested Mikey, but Ashley grabbed his arm to bring the
part where she squeezed him up to her lips. Mikey tried to resist, but
the more powerful muscles of Ashley's arm made Mikey's skinny weak arm
move in the direction she wanted. She kissed his non-existent bicep.
Strangely enough, the pain seemed to go away when she did it. "Better?"
she asked.

"Yuck" was all Mikey offered.

"I think my muscle hurts a little to, why don't you kiss mine to make it
even?" asked Ashley."

"No way!" said Mikey. But even though he protested, something else in
him wondered what it would feel like to kiss Ashley's muscle; the muscle
that could hurt his own arm, but that he was powerless to hurt in return.

"Come on, stop being a jerk and just be nice for a change." said Ashley.

The desire to feel the muscle with his lips overrode his disgust at the
whole concept. He leaned over and brought his lips to her bicep. The
first thing he noticed was Ashley's girl smell. It was not the smell of
his bratty little sister, it was the smell of girl muscles, muscles that
he himself didn't have. He felt his penis stiffening once again. His
lips touched her firm muscle and he kissed it. With his lips in contact
with her muscle, he felt as if a strange surge of energy radiated from
her muscle, coursed through his body, and went into his penis, which now
bulged against his jeans.

"Thanks Mikey, it feels better now" Ashley said.

"Sure thing Ash" mumbled Mikey, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in
his pants. "I gotta go do my homework." He turned his back to her as
quick as possible so she wouldn't notice his hard-on. And then he
quickly made his way up the stairs, his penis still straining against his
pants.

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Here ends part 1. This was my first attempt at writing this kind of
fiction. If anyone has any comments, or wants me to write a part 2,
please contact me at elmo101@excite.com