It was the day after the Ample's departure on their extended holiday. Brad and Annie sat together in the Ample kitchen, munching sandwiches and sipping tomato juice. Brad was hardly aware of what he was doing as he stared adoringly at his mighty sister. "Brad", Annie said thoughtfully. "Yes Annie" said Brad reverently. "I noticed that Mom and Dad popped over next door to Number 19 about an hour before they left, and spent about half an hour there. Why do you think they did that? They've never been all that friendly with Mr and Mrs Matowski before." "You're right Annie" said Brad, "It was odd, now that you mention it." "Well I've been thinking about it" said Annie. "I'll bet that Mom and Dad asked Harry and Mary to keep an eye on us while they're away." "Good Lord Annie" said Brad dismayed. "You're probably right. What are we going to do?" "Don't you worry Brad dear" said Annie, placing her powerful hand on his comfortingly, sending waves of desire flowing through him. "Leave it all to your Big Little Sister. This is what we're going to do." She leaned over to him and whsipered in his ear, smiling as she saw his member stand stiffly to 9 inches of attention while he struggled to remain conscious. "You're right Annie" Brad managed to gasp. "Thats just the way to go."

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Letter - Mrs Mary Matowski of 19 Maple Drive, Smallville, Kansas,

to Mr and Mrs George Ample, c/o Parthenon Hotel, Athens, Greece.

As you know, Harry and I had considerable reservations about your going away, leaving Bradley and Annie to fend for themselves in your house at No 20 Maple Drive, for as long a period of 3 - 6 months. We promised you that we would keep an eye on things, and report to you on their progress. So far everything is going well. Brad and Annie return home from school at 3:30pm every afternoon, so regularly and punctually that you can set your clock by them. The curtains in the house are kept open during the day, so that we can see that Annie then busies herself in the kitchen and the laundry for about half an hour. Then they eat, after which they go to their rooms and sit at their desks, apparently doing their homework. Brad steadily works until about 10:00pm. Then he draws his curtains, and his light goes out. Annie works equally steadily until about 6:00pm, then she goes to her bedroom and works out with her heavy weights, also until 10:00pm. Then she showers, after which she too draws her curtains, and puts out her light. In the morning they are up at 6:30am, and they leave for school together at 8:00am sharp, both of them looking clean, contented, and rested. Annie obviously keeps them both properly breakfasted -  and their school clothes are immaculate.

Brad had drawn the curtains of his bedroom. The room was pitch dark. Brad lay quite still on his bed, naked. listening to the silence of the night. His member sprang to attention again as he heard footsteps outside his bedroom in the corridor. The door opened quietly, and Annie entered. "Brad" she whispered softly. Brad's mouth felt dry. "Oh Annie" he responded reverently. He heard her move in the dark room. "Close your eyes Brad" she whispered again. "Yes Annie" came the whispered response. Brad closed his eyes firmly. He would no more have thought of disobeying the incredibly wonderful mighty Annie than he would have thought of flying. He heard a scratching noise in the room. A match was being struck. He heard something being placed softly on his desk. Then he heard a soft sound, as if fabric had fallen to the floor. "You can open your eyes now Brad", whispered Annie. Brad opened his eyes. The sight that met them nearly made his heart stop beating. A small candle stood on his desk, casting a dim light in the darkness. Annie stood in the middle of his room, her nightdress at her feet. She had just emerged from her post-workout shower. Her hair was still wet, and her whole body bulged from her heavy workout. She stood quite still in the middle of the room. The light of the candle washed gently over her whole massively muscular body, throwing deep shadows into the crevices between each huge ridge of breathtaking muscle. Her body was totally unflexed, but her 60 inch biceps. her 65 inch thighs, her 30 inch calves and her 24 inch wrists were rock-hard, and were radiating power. The huge bowling ball breasts on her 75 inch chest stood out proudly. Her bulging glutes glistened in the light of the candle. Brad lost consciousness for a few seconds there and then. His erection swelled to 12 inches. Annie smiled with pleasure as she saw the effect the sight of her muscles was having on him. "You like?" she whispered with a chuckle in her voice. Brad was too overcome even to speak. "UUuuuuhhhhhhhh" he groaned softly. "OOooooooohhhhh Annie... Aannnnieeee". "Keep looking Brad" she whispered. Brad couldn't have taken his eyes off her if the fate of the universe had depended on it. He lay still on his bed, in the silence of the bedroom, as Annie slowly raised her arms and placed her hands behind her neck. Her unflexed biceps rose high, casting shadows on the wall as they swelled to 65 inches. Her huge abs, rock-hard ridges of muscle the size of steel cables, chased each other up and down her abdomen, moving in the dim light of the candle. Slowly she flexed her biceps. Huge peaks rose to 70 inches... 72 inches... 75 inches. Then she flexed her massive thighs, 65 inches... 70 inches... 75 inches... 80 inches.... Her breath came a little heavily as she pushed her 75 inch chest, and her rock-firm gigantic breasts out to 80 inches. Without relaxing her huge musculature Annie moved silently towards Brad, with the grace of a panther. Brad lay stilll, hardly daring to breath. His erection swelled to 14 inches. Annie moved on to the bed, and placed her body above Brad's, keeping herself off him by straightening her arms. "You can touch me now Brad." she whispered gently. She held herself above him with her arms, taking his erection between her massive thighs, and holding it just so tightly that Brad was constantly aroused, but could not cum. Brad raised his arms towards her. First his hands moved over the massive expanse of all of her rock-hard muscles. Then they moved over her gigantic chest, fondling her breasts and her nipples exactly as she had taught him to do. Annie started to pant. "OOoooohhhhh Brad... Brad..." she gasped. "Thats just perfect... keep it up... keep it up... don't stop... don't stop... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh... Yesssss... Yesssss.... Yeeeeeessssssss." Brad himself was going insane with desire, which was building up more and more inside him as he felt his incredible sister's muscles, and as her thigh muscles manipulated his erection, which swelled to 16 inches. Then his hand moved between Annie's legs. Gently he massaged her clitoris in just the way she had shown him. Annie came near to a volcanic eruption. And then, as Annie felt that she could restrain herself no more, she adjusted her grip slightly on Brad's upstanding member. She lowered her body, and buried her mighty muscular tongue in his mouth, as they both erupted simultaneously into massive and continuous orgasms. For about an hour they screamed, taking care to scream into each others' mouths to keep the sound within the house. Then, totally spent, they collapsed into each others' arms, and plunged into deep sleep.

The alarm went off at 6:30am. Annie sat up in bed and stretched all her muscles, as Brad's member stood to attention again. Annie smiled with pleasure, and kissed him very slowly and langorously. Then she threw off the bedclothes, put her feet on the floor, and walked out of the room, her muscles bunching in perfect symmetry as she moved. Ten minutes later she was back with coffee for Brad, and a warm health drink for herself. Silently they drank their drinks, letting their hands rest on each other. Then Annie rose. "Time to start the day Brother" she said. Effortlessly she lifted Brad into her arms, and carried him to the shower. She stepped under the warm stream of water, still holding Brad in her arms. He remained still, cuddling up against her massive chest, as the warm water soaked them both. Then she stood him on his feet. He stood behind her, soaped his hands thoroughly, and then, wrapping his arms around her from behind as far as they could go (they didn't come close to going fully round her mighty torso) he soaped every square inch, every surface, and every crevice of her gigantic body, as his erection swelled higher and higher and as they both panted and gasped in rising ecstacy. Annie flexed her mighty back and shoulders, and moved backward, pressing her glutes against his member. Brad practically passed out with desire. At the crucial moment, however, Annie trapped his erection in her butt cheeks and squeezed. They burst into orgasm together. Then they sank to the floor of the shower and let the abundant stream of warm water soak their bodies clean. Annie was the first to rise. "That might just hold us until tonight" she said laughing, as she saw the effect the sight of her huge rippling muscles was having on Brad's libido yet again. She sent him to his room to dress. By the time he was dressed Annie had breakfast ready; and they ate their pancakes and maple syrup hungrily, Brad gazing adoringly at the way Annie's muscles moved as she glided around the kitchen. Brad washed the breakfast dishes, Annie handed him the clothes she had washed and ironed the day before, and they were off to school at 8:00am.

On the first Saturday after your departure we were surprised to see Bradley out in the garden, trimming the hedge, mowing the lawn, and watering the flowers. If that surprised us you may imagine how flabbergasted we were when he then produced a pot of paint, and proceeded to repaint your garden gate, so that it looks like new. Then he touched up a number of places where the paint on your house looked like it might be flaking. Finally he got onto a ladder, went up on to the roof, and repaired that gutter which started to leak a few months ago.  On Sunday he repainted all of your guttering, so that the whole house looks like new.

It was Friday night. Brad and Annie's first week alone together had drawn to a close. Annie sat on a large easy chair in her bedroom. The house lights were switched off, the bedroom curtains were drawn closed, and the small candle was lit. Her flimsy nightgown had fallen open, showing the breathaking contours of her jaw-dropping thighs and calves. Brad was on his knees before her, his head resting in her lap. Her fingers tickled the back of his neck, keeping him in a constant state of arousal. "Annie Darling" said Brad. "Yes Brad" murmured Annie. "You have been so indescribably wonderful to me over these last few days that I want to give you some sort of present... to make some kind of offering to you, my Goddess and my Queen". Annie blushed deep red. She lifted Brad on to her lap as easily as if he were a one page letter. She moved their heads together and kissed him, slowly and deeply. Brad's head swam. He nearly died. He felt as if he had really died and gone to heaven. Certainly he couldn't imagine that heaven could be any better than this. Ten minutes later Annie released her lip lock. Brad was lying in her lap, with an ecstatic smile on his face, so overcome that only one part of his body could move - and it did. "I'll tell you what you can do for me Brad" she whispered into his ear, sending electrical thrills up and down his body, driving him nearly insane. "A lot of this house has been a bit neglected. Why not fix it up and make our home beautiful. Give me a beautiful home". "Done Annie" said Brad. "Tomorrow I begin Operation Beautify the Home for my Beautiful Annie". "But until then" murmered Annie, "I want to make my big brother happy."

She stood up and walked smoothly to her bed, holding Brad in her arms as if he were a small toy. She shrugged her nightgown off her massive shoulders, and stood naked, before easing herself down on to her back on the bed, and holding Brad effortlessly over her head. She adjusted him so that his head was directly above her chest. Brad started to lick and to kiss her huge breasts, which managed to be hard as rock and flexible as rubber at the same time, and which rested on massive slabs of steel-hard pectoral muscle. As he licked and kissed them, her nipples became gorged with blood, and swelled as if they were blooming. Annie started to gasp and to pant with desire. She clasped Brad's 12 inch erection between her thighs. The rippling, bulging and swelling of her gigantic pulsating thigh muscles massaged and trapped his erection, swelling his erection and driving him up the wall while, at the same time, keeping his cumming totally under Annie's control. They both bucked, thrashed and screamed, keeping everything stifled and under firm control, so that no sound would escape from the room. Then they exploded together again, so intensely that, after thirty mintues of orgasm, they both passed out in ecstacy, and lay sleeping like stones until morning.

The next day they leaped out of bed together, and shot off to the shower. They cleaned each other quickly. Then Annie went down to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast. Brad went outside to start on the garden. The sight of his beloved Annie smiling at him from the kitchen, sent his heart leaping and kept him singing and whistling as he put the garden into an order it had not seen for many years. He trimmed the hedge, he mowed the lawn, and he watered the flowers and weeded the beds. By the time the garden looked beautiful, the even-more-beautiful Annie called him inside for breakfast. Her smile melted his whole being as they ate the eggs and waffles she had prepared. Then, energised by the mere sight of his mighty sister, Brad was up again. He found pots of paint in the garage. He repainted the garden gate, and he touched up a number of places where the paint on the house had flaked. He got a ladder and cleaned all of the windows of the house, probably for the first time ever. Then he went up on to the roof, and, while Annie called encouragement from the garden, he cleaned the gutters, and repaired a leak which he found. On Sunday morning he started to repaint all of the guttering - a job that took him all day.

On Sunday afternoon you could have knocked me over with a feather when your Annie came to our door, looking very modest and chaste in a track suit and trainers (a great change from her usual way of dress), to ask my advice about baking  cookies. Apparently the last batch she made hadn't come out very well, although she laughed and said that Bradley had seemed to have something else on his mind when he ate them, and hadn't noticed their imperfections (how like a man). She also asked me for my special pot roast recipe, because she said that Bradley was working hard, and must be getting tired of sandwiches. We had a lovely afternoon together, laughing and chatting, discussing everything there is to know about baking cookies, and gossiping about the world in general. I never knew that your Annie could be such really good company. That evening Bradley and Annie came round and invited Harry and me to your house for dinner on Saturday night. Annie wants to try out her pot roast on us. Naturally we accepted this kind invitation, particularly as it gives us a better chance to see how they are getting along alone, without seeming to spy on them - which would never do.

"Brad" said Annie as they sat munching their Sunday lunch sandwiches. "You'll be painting the guttering for the rest of the afternoon won't you?" "Looks like it Annie, although it should be finished by this evening. Why?" "Because I'm thinking of going out this afternoon. I'm going to call on Mrs Matowski at Number 19." "Whats on your mind Annie?" "A number of things. First, I think that she's probably a nice old soul. Secondly, I think that she's a bit lonely since her children left home. Thirdly, I don't think that anyone ever asks her for her opinion, or her advice on anything. Thats sad. She's had a lot of life experience, and I's mure that she'd welcome the chance to give me the benefit of her experience as a home-maker. Fourthly, its probably a good idea to keep in the good books of the people Mom and Dad asked to keep an eye on us." "Sure thing Annie" said Brad. He acknowledged the wisdom and the good sense of the wonderful Annie as he went back to the ladder.

That evening Brad and Annie were having supper. "You know Brad, I really enjoyed talking to Mrs Matowski today. She was so grateful for the chance to talk to someone, and she really enjoyed giving me the benefit of her experience and knowledge. She's also given me some really good tips on how to feed you properly. you must be getting tired of sandwiches." "Is that what we've been eating Annie" said Brad. "Everything that you make tastes to me like food for the Gods - particularly if I can watch you make it". "Thank you Brad dear" blushed Annie, "But I've got to feed my big brother properly. We can't have you losing your strength, can we? I'll tell you what I want to do. I'm going to invite Mr and Mrs Matowski for dinner on Saturday night. I'll do all the cooking. All you'll have to do is turn up, and be pleasant." "Fine by me if thats what you want Big Little Sister" said Brad. "You've never led me wrong yet. But meanwhile I've got a lot to do to get the inside of the house ready to receive guests - particularly guests who will tell Mom and Dad all about it".

Well we went to your home on Saturday night as planned. Bradley opened the door to us, dressed smartly in decent trousers, a clean shirt and a tie. Annie was in the kitchen, dressed in a new tracksuit and clean trainers, wearing an apron as she put the finishing touches to supper. She looked infinitely more grown up and mature than the giggling girl with ribbons and high heels that we are used to seeing. They have kept your house in apple pie order. Bradley has fixed the peeling wallpaper and repaired the loose floorboard. Annie has polished and dusted the furniture and hoovered the carpets. The whole house is spotless. The evening couldn't have been nicer. The meal was cooked, prepared and served very much better than I could ever have imagine possible - perfectly in fact. Annie was marvellous company again, friendly, pleasant and sensible. Bradley was wonderful with Harry, who so seldom gets the opportunity to explain to anybody exactly why the Dodgers are not doing well, and precisely what the Government should do about third world debt and the budget deficit. They both waited on us like a good host and hostess. We left them putting the kitchen to rights at 10:00pm. Apparently they needed an early night because of the various chores they hope to do tomorrow.

Annie and Brad turned to each other as the front door closed behind the neighbours. Annie moved her mighty body close to Brad, and he put his arms around her as far as they would go. "Oh Annie you're wonderful," he said fervently. "You are perfection. You look so beautiful... so radiantly, sparklingly, wonderfully, BEAUTIFUL. And the shapes and curves of your muscles bunch and move so beautifully under that track-suit. My body has been yearning for you all evening. I could hardly keep my hands or my lips off you all night. I wanted to do nothing other then kneel at your feet, before your unbelievable calves, and worship in wonder at the shrine of your MUSCLES... your incredible.. fantastic.. unbelievable.. incomparable.. invincible.. untouchable.. unbeatable.. OOOOoooooohhh Aaaaaaannnnie my darling.. my Love.. my Goddess.. OOOoooohhhh.. I want.. I.. I.. I want.." Brad's emotions welled up so strongly that tears came into his eyes.

Annie moved close to him, and took him in her massively muscled arms. She guided his face down to hers, and kissed him.. a deep, slow, lingering, gently exploratory kiss. Brad's eyes rolled to the top of his head. He passed out. Annie held him until he came to. "I know what you want Brad my dearest" she whispered into his ear. "You want to minister to my muscles.. to massage them all over.. to bathe them.. to clean them.. to anoint them with oil so that they gleam as I flex them. And then you want to be my muscle slave. You want to worship my muscles.. to do my bidding.. to obey my every command.. and then you want to cum in their rock-hard massive folds, over and over again". "Oh Yes Annie. Yess Yess Yesss YESSSSSSS" Brad gasped. "Well," whispered Annie "I want that too." She kissed him again, taking great care not to reduce him to unconsciousness once more. Then she lifted him into her arms and carried him upstairs to the re-inforced room in which she kept her workout equipment.

"First, let's give my muscles a bit of a workout, don't you think?" Brad could only nod his head dumbly. Annie drew the curtains and switched off the lights, leaving only the dimmest of night lights shedding a soft glow over the room Brad gasped as she removed her tracksuit, and wriggled sinuously out of her bra and pants. She stood nude, every one of her gigantic muscles gently rippling as she raised her arms above her head, and as the glow and shadows of the night light played over the  hills and valleys of her muscular might. She lifted a huge bar, and put 1,500 lbs of weights on either side of it. Then she proceeded to press the 3000 lbs bar over and over again, as if it weighed nothing at all. Brad sat open mouthed as her body swelled, and her muscles bulged. "98.. 99.. 100.. Don't you think I'm too strong for these weights Brad? Don't you think 3000 lbs is a bit too light for me? Feel my muscles and see?" Brad ran his hands over Annie's whole body. As usual his knees shook, and his mouth went dry at their size. The smallest of her mighty muscles was too large for him to take in two hands. But what always blew his mind was their unbelievable combination of rock hardness, and subtle flexibility. They were harder than diamonds when relaxed, but as flexible as steel when Annie wanted to flex or move them. Brad's knees trembled. He struggled to find his voice. "I'm sure 3000 lbs is far too light for muscles as mighty as yours my Mistress my Love" he croaked. Annie held the weighted bar high over her head. She stood like a statue of Absolute Strength as Brad fell to his knees before her and kissed her thighs and crotch. She put down the weight softly. Then she lifted Brad and moved gently towards him. Her massive breasts touched his chest. He put his arms around her as far as they would go. Her right hand moved below his waist, and gently fondled his 10" erection. Brad slumped in her arms. "OOOOOoooohhhhhhh" he groaned. "Not yet Brad my darling" she whispered into his ear. "My muscles are a bit sweaty now. They need that bathe and that massage and that oiling we were talking about. We wouldn't want to spoil that would we??!!" Brad gulped, and shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. Annie took him in her arms again, lifted him, cradled him to her huge chest, and carried him to the Ample bathroom. She placed him on a chair, lit two candles that shed a soft light in the room, and ran the hot water. She sank softly into the tub, letting the water float away the grime of her workout, and letting its heat work its way into her muscles. She leaned back, letting the water soak into her hair as well. "Now you can clean me Brad my dearest" she whispered to him. Brad soaped his hands, and slowly ran them over Annie's body. He rubbed shampoo into her hair. He soaped every mound and crevice of her body, while she lay back in the warm water, stretching and sighing happily, lifting her magnificent thighs calves and feet above the level of the water so that he could clean them more easily, and raising her arms and flexing her biceps before his goggling eyes, so that he could clean her armpits. Then she rose from the tub, letting the water cascade from her body in the candlelight, which seemed to lie like a flimsy garment along her muscular contours.

Once again she gently held Brad's erection, which had swollen to 16". Then she handed him a bottle of body oil. "Now you may massage them" she whispered. Brad took the bottle, dropped some into the palms of his hands, and massaged every one of Annie's huge muscles. Then he moved towards her breasts. The gigantic bowling balls felt beautiful under his palms. Her whole body gleamed and glistened in the candlelight. She lifted her arms and flexed every massive muscle in her body. Brad's head spun. His knees turned to water, and he crumbled to the floor, kissing her feet and worshipping her bulging calves. "Kiss me Brad" whispered Annie. "Kiss me down THERE." Brad raised himself to his knees. his mouth moved towards Annies thighs. He kissed them reverently and slowly. Then his lips moved to her moistening clitoris, which he kissed gently. Annie pulled in her breath quickly. His lips and tongue stayed there, while his hands moved around her gleamingly scuplted glutes and thighs. Brad knew that he was on the verge of another explosive orgasm, and he could feel that Annie was getting more and more aroused. "Oh yessss Brad..." she gasped. "Keep it up... More... More...". Annie's whole body stiffened, as her muscles burst out into a size that even they had never yet reached. Her face looked almost hypnotised. Effortlessly she hoisted Brad into the air, and charged into his room. She lay on her back on the bed, opened her legs, and pulled his erection deep inside her with such force that he thought for a moment that she would kill him. All 16 inches of Brad's erection went all the way into her, and was surrounded by the power of the contractions of Annie's humungous muscles, which aroused and controlled him simultaneously. "Don't worry Brad dear" gasped Annie wildly "I've been on the pill for months. I've always wanted this to happen". Brad's back arched as if he had received an electric shock. He put his face to Annie's chest and screamed in ecstacy, the mass of her huge breast muffling the sound. Annie covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her own screams, as her muscles bulged and contracted, and as the two of them burst into the most gigantic orgasms they had ever dreamed might be possible. Three hours later they lay in each others' arms, spent, quietly enjoying the sweet delight of each other's presence.

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                                                     THE PRINCIPAL

Letter - Mr Edgar Wilson, Principal of Smallville High School, Kansas,

to Mr and Mrs G. Ample, c/o Hotel Romulo, Rome, Italy.

Dear Mr and Mrs Ample,

Our experiment appears to be working. Bradley's improvement continues in every respect. The standard of his work has consistently improved. He works hard at his lessons, and his homework continues to be a model for his fellow students. Whats more he is happy, totally relaxed, and self-confident in a way he has never been. He seems to have overcome all of the problems of adolesence. Annie, too, has exhibited enormous improvement over the past few weeks. First and foremost I should mention her dress. In the past her attire has always tended towards the exhibitionistic. But she now appears to have developed a sense that the privacy of her body should be cherished; so that the sight of it should be preserved for a special person, not flaunted to the world. She dresses only in demure track suits and flat-heeled trainers, much to the relief of her teachers, who had always feared the disruptive effect of her previous mode of apparel upon her classes. And, like Bradley, she is paying considerably more attention to her schoolwork. She has become particularly interested in Domestic Science, attending every lesson conscientiously, listening carefully to what is said, making copious notes, and asking a stream of intelligent questions at the end of every lesson. We will, of course, continue to monitor the situation, and to report regularly to you, but at the moment you need concern yourself with nothing more than the continued enjoyment of your extended holiday.

                                                       THE PARENTS

to Bradly and Annie Ample of 20 Maple Drive, Smallville, Kansas,

Dear Bradley and Annie,

We are delighted to hear how well the two of you are doing on your own, and how maturely you have taken to the tasks of running a household. Living on your own is so obviously so good for both of you that we have decided that we can safely spend a further six months here in the Mediterranean.

                                                      Lots of Love

                                                     Mom and Dad

THE END (FOR NOW)