My Cousin Laura
By TDB, writing_hard@yahoo.co.uk
Now my cousin's muscles are as big as her breasts...


I always liked seeing my cousin Laura. Why? Well, aged fifteen, she was three
years my elder - and she was the only 'older girl' that I could comfortably
speak to. Secondly, she was pretty - really pretty - and I had no doubts at
all that she would soon grow into a stunning woman. Thirdly, she had already
started growing into a woman, if you know what I mean. The girls at school my
age had yet to really start 'developing' - but Laura, even at fifteen, had the
most amazing pair of breasts I had ever seen. Last summer, when my parents,
sister and I had been staying with my aunt and uncle, Laura's younger brother
(and my cousin also) James had dared me to sneak into her room and steal one
of her bras. With my honour at stake, I was unwilling to refuse the challenge
- plus, there was another aspect that appealed to me...although I didn't tell
James that. Waiting for an opportune moment, I had ducked back indoors from
the barbecue and sneaked upstairs to her room. Selecting a likely-looking set
of drawers I began to rifle through them and quickly hit pay dirt. Dipping my
shaking hand into the bundle of underwear I withdrew a white, lacy bra. The
plan had been to then dash down the corridor to James' room and show him the
proof that I had completed my quest, before smuggling back the bra and both
returning to the garden, leaving everyone - especially Laura - none the wiser.
Curiosity, however, got the better of me; fumbling fingers sought out the
label, ears pricked for any sound of footsteps in the hall outside. Mouth dry,
I read the two numbers followed by the two letters that I remember to this
day: 32DD.

It hadn't meant that much to me then, but subsequent research on the internet
(all in the name of science, obviously) informed me of just how impressive
these statistics were; and, reluctant as I am to adopt the vernacular of my
school friend Danny, I've yet to hear a better analysis than: 'Whoa! Mammoth
jugs, man!' A little earthy perhaps, but refreshingly honest nonetheless (my
mother, incidentally, isn't Danny's biggest fan; although I can't imagine
why...). Moreover, Danny was more than willing to reciprocate and spill the
beans regarding his two sisters: 17-year old Louise was only a 36B, and
13-year old Emma a mere 32A. All of this only served to increase my admiration
for Laura and the ample contents of her brassiere.

I had ignored Danny's inevitable pleading and begging that had followed my
announcement that I was visiting my cousins over the holidays, and my parents,
sister and I arrived at my aunt and uncle's house early on Saturday evening.
Danny was conspicuous by his absence, no doubt sulking in his room, several
miles away from us - or, more particularly, from Laura. Mind you, she wasn't
anywhere to be seen when I started looking around the house for her, either...

"Laura's out jogging," my aunt informed me, "She's really got into athletics
since you saw her last - it feels like she's spent every spare minute
exercising these last few months." Slowly, I wandered out into the garden,
feeling dejected. Exercising meant burning excess body fat - and if Laura had
been exercising half as much as her mother said she had, then there was every
chance that her 'assets' would be considerably depleted. At least when I got
back and saw Danny, I would be able to placate him with the information that
'downsizing' had regretfully taken place, and that he hadn't missed much.

As I stood at the end of the garden, watching the ripples on the surface of
the lake, I became aware that someone was jogging up behind me. Before I could
turn, the person had thrown their arms around me - pinning my own arms to my
sides - and lifted me from the ground in a painful bear hug. In a mild panic,
I glanced down, and my assumption that this person was James playing some kind
of prank dissolved when I saw my feet pedalling air a good foot off the ground
- there was simply no way he was strong enough to manage that. Then I noticed
the person's arms; long and sturdy, they glistened with sweat. Who could this
be? I was worried now, and was just about to shout out when a giggling voice -
a feminine voice - said, "Hello, cuz! How are you?"

"Laura?" I choked. Her response was to lower me to the ground and let me go; I
stumbled slightly as I quickly turned to face my cousin. Her gorgeous smile,
sparkling eyes, auburn curls pulled back in a ponytail, blue sports bra, tight
black shorts - none of which I noticed; no, I was still struggling to come to
terms with how tall she was. "Six feet, two inches," she grinned, anticipating
my question. I was 5'8", and I was tall for a 12-year old; last time I had
seen Laura I was a couple of inches taller than her, but now she dwarfed me. I
gawped up at her as she spoke, "I went through this incredible growth spurt
after Christmas - must've shot up seven or eight inches. I looked ridiculous,"
she laughed, "Like a beanpole! Mom was frantically buying me new clothes every
few days, as everything got too short. Still, it stopped eventually, and so
here I am, all six feet two of me!"

I had only just come to grips with her height, craning my neck to look her in
the eyes, that only now, as I lowered my gaze, did I notice how powerful she
looked. She was shiny with sweat - clearly having only just finished her run -
and this accentuated her body's oh-so-tight limbs and torso. Just standing on
the flat ground in her running shoes, her calves jutted out, looking sharp to
touch. Her thighs were sinewy and defined - her shorts didn't so much cling to
her, as appear to have been painted on, so swollen with muscle were her legs.
My cousin's stomach looked as taut as high-tensile steel; her abs formed a
small section of cobblestone road. Her arms, that I had glimpsed earlier, were
indeed long and lean, and looking at them now I was convinced that if she had
so wished, Laura could have easily crumpled my ribcage in that bear hug, and
then carried on squeezing until my internal organs had begun to leak out of my
ears. Even now, as they hung relaxed by her sides, prodigious biceps were
clearly evident. Her tanned shoulders were incredibly striated, and looked
capable of bearing my weight several times over. In short, Laura had the kind
of body that you'd expect of a finely-honed professional athlete ten years her
senior, probably a pole-vaulter or someone practicing another equally
demanding discipline.

I stared back up at her amused face, but again she pre-empted the question I
was about to ask, "After the growth spurt, school started again, I got noticed
by the track coach, and he had me try a couple of events. I broke the school
records for girls in my age-group in all of them so he had me take up the
heptathlon. As you can see, I started to take it seriously, and I've been
working out in the gym a LOT. Mom had to start buying me new clothes every few
days again; only this time because everything got too narrow." She flexed her
arms to emphasise her point, "These babies have developed a habit of tearing
most sleeves to shreds!" I could only goggle in sheer awe as her biceps
swelled massively, and kept swelling, seemingly without end. I wouldn't like
to hazard a guess at how big they were - I would think that you'd need one of
those geological survey teams that measured the height of Mt. Everest to do
that. Eventually they reached their mighty fully-hardened peaks - had the
climate been a little colder, I am sure that they'd have been snow-capped!

"Now I've broken every school record for both girls and boys in all age-groups
at my school, and in all of my events! It's getting hard to find anyone who
can give me a good contest - and I've been competing against boys for a long
while now." I'd still yet to say much to Laura, and I wasn't to get the chance
as just then we were called in to get ready for dinner. Laura squealed, "Ooh,
I'd better shower - I'm dripping with sweat! See you at dinner!" She jogged
off, and despite the fact that she'd only just finished what was obviously a
gruelling run, she showed no signs of tiredness - moving towards the house
with easy, powerful strides. Still in shock, I too began to make the journey
back up the garden, only much, much slower - I had a lot to think about...

My aunt and uncle had a large dining table, but even so it was still crowded -
there were, after all, twice the usual number of people seated around it. At
opposite ends of the table sat my father and uncle, cheerfully trading jokey
insults about the size of each other's stomachs, the scarcity of each other's
hair, and just how ill-advised the other's shorts were. Then, along each side
of the table were three spaces - I sat between James and my younger sister,
10-year old Kirsty. On the other side, my mother and my aunt - sisters - each
sat beside their husband, rolling their eyes at the men's immaturity, but
still concurring with the occasional barbed witticism aimed at their
respective spouses. I was chatting idly with James, pretending not to be
wondering when his sister, who was to sit directly opposite me, was going to
turn up. It was an informal meal, and had already started before Laura
arrived, her skin glowing, her wet hair cascading onto her broad shoulders. I
was aware she had entered the room, but was trying to play it cool, and not
look over to her until she was seated - the banter continued across the table
and plates and bowls of foodstuffs were being passed around. I accepted a bowl
of salad from James, and turned to fork some onto my plate, before looking up
and offering some to Laura. Or at least, that was the plan - but when I saw
her in her low-cut, floaty, diaphanous dress, I couldn't help but remember
Danny's words: "Whoa! Mammoth jugs!" If possible, they looked even more
generously proportioned than ever before, even on her much larger new frame.
They certainly looked higher, perkier, and firmer than I remembered them, and
as my memory of them was that they were extremely high, perky, and firm, this
was unexpected. When I told him about this, Danny was going to kill me. And
then desecrate my corpse. And then dance nightly on my grave, howling at the
moon, railing against the injustice of it all. Maybe I just shouldn't mention
it...

A drip of water fell from Laura's hair, gathered momentum and turned into a
rivulet, running over her collarbone and then disappearing into her ample
cleavage. I followed the trail it blazed deep into unknown territory, wishing
with all my soul that I was part of that pioneering expedition. "Er, cuz?
Could I have the salad, please?" I snapped back to attention - Laura was
reaching out for the salad bowl, which I was still grasping in my hands.
"Um...yeah, sure!" I handed it over, and glanced up and down the table, but no
one seemed to have seen me lost in my reverie. Laura started to adjust her
hair, and I was transfixed as her biceps jumped to attention and danced
powerfully with every slight movement she made. I wasn't the only one to
notice - on my left I could sense James cringing with fear - and on my right,
Kirsty become aware of her cousin's new physique for the first time. Eyes
wide, and mouth hanging open, my little sister shouted, "Wow! Look at Laura's
muscles! They're huuuge!" Laura blushed a little, but smiled happily at
Kirsty's wonderment, "Thank you, Kirsty, I've been working out. Do you really
think they're huge?" Kirsty nodded fervently, eyes still round. She looked
down at her own arm, flexed it and then squeezed the non-existent bicep whilst
the adults smiled indulgently. "I think you've got a little way to go before
you can match Laura, Kirsty," laughed our uncle, "Even I can't compete with my
little daughter anymore..." "Jeez, I'm not surprised," declared my dad, "Those
are some impressive biceps, Laura!" My mom reached over and put both her hands
around Laura's bicep, then squeezed - now her eyes widened and jaw dropped, "I
can't put a dent in it! It's like a rock! Laura! You must be strong as an ox!"
My aunt reached over and stroked her daughter's other bicep, "I never thought
that when my little girl started working out, she'd ever get such amazing
results...I only wish I had a body like this!" "Me too!" nodded my mum, hands
still massaging her niece's arm, "Then I'd show men who the weaker sex really
was!" "Well, these two specimens of the male species certainly know," said my
aunt, indicating my uncle and James, "Laura can put them over her shoulders
and squat them - easily too! I think she can even curl James!" Everyone turned
to look at James, who reddened, and then jumped off his chair and ran out of
the room. "He's having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that his
sister is so much stronger than him..." whispered his mother.

After dinner, the adults set about washing up whilst Laura, Kirsty and I
headed to Laura's room. James was still nowhere to be seen but, quite frankly,
I couldn't have cared less - Kirsty had insisted on getting a piggy-back from
Laura up the stairs, and I had managed to fall back so I was behind them. As
she placed her foot on each step and then pushed up, Laura's calves exploded
into powerful muscular diamonds. When she had got onto Laura's back, Kirsty
had accidentally hitched up her cousin's dress, and as a consequence I was now
treated to Laura's glutes working the material of her panties extremely hard,
her firm ass swaying as she climbed the steps. While I think of it, I would
just like to take this opportunity to thank my aunt and uncle for buying a
house with three flights of stairs...really, really thank you.

Laura gently deposited Kirsty on the edge of her bed, and then flopped onto an
enormous beanbag. I walked into the room slowly, remembering the covert
operation I had undertaken, infiltrating Laura's underwear drawer last summer.
I glanced nonchalantly around the room, checking that everything was as I
remembered it. Not much had changed, with the exception of the addition of
some dumbbells and other assorted equipment in the far corner. Laura noticed
me eyeing the weights, "That's just some light stuff to get the blood pumping
when I first wake up in the morning - all the serious weights are down in the
basement." I wandered over to see for myself, and found myself staring at a
dumbbell that happily declared itself to weigh ‘25-lb'. I gulped, but then my
attention was caught by something else, "What's this?" I asked, picking it up
and brandishing it in front of my face. "That? Throw it over here," said
Laura, and I did so. She caught it, and walked over to the doorway, where she
fiddled about for a second or two and then stepped back to reveal..."It's a
chin-up bar," she explained, "do you want a go?" "Ooh! Me! Me!" exclaimed
Kirsty, jumping off the bed and running towards the door. Not surprisingly, my
little sister couldn't do anything but hang there for a few seconds before
dropping. I wasn't much better - I barely managed to heave my scrawny frame
halfway up before my arms gave up and I too fell to the floor. "Show us how
it's done, Laura," pleaded my sister. Smiling sweetly my cousin nodded and
grabbed hold of the bar, arms tensed, muscles already bulging, and easily
hoisted herself up, not once, not even twice...but thirty times. By the time
she'd stopped, she'd hardly broken a sweat and her breathing was only a little
laboured. As for her arms, however, well - her biceps seemed to have swollen,
and puffy veins were visible, winding their way under her skin. Laura exhaled
and flexed, "Mmm, I love that feeling!" She flexed again as Kirsty and I
stared bug-eyed at her biceps, "It's the feeling that tells me I'm gonna get
bigger and stronger!"

Laura's watch alarm suddenly went off, "Ah, time for my evening workout."
"L...lifting heavy?" I managed to splutter. "Yep! I have to head down into the
basement now, so..." "Can we watch?" Cut in Kirsty, as I silently thanked her
for asking before I had resort to doing so. Laura looked a little embarrassed,
"Well, I guess you can if you want to, Kirst, but," here she looked
apologetically at me, "you can't, I'm afraid." Again Kirsty piped up, "Ohhh,
why not - I'm sure he'd enjoy it!" Once more I found myself silently thanking
my sister for becoming my unofficial mouthpiece. Kirsty definitely blushed
now, "It's just that, well, my breasts have always been large, and they got
bigger during my growth spurt, and since I started working out my pecs have
become pretty pumped-up too, so now it's really difficult to find a bra that
fits. I can just manage to squeeze into a 40E sports bra when I go jogging,
but it's stretched to bursting point - in fact, during hard workouts I was
quite often ripping right out of my sports bras, so now I just pump iron down
in the basement, naked." My head was spinning, and my legs were wobbly as she
continued, " Really, my pecs are so powerful that I don't even actually need a
bra - I get such good support anyway. Look," she gestured at her bosom, "I'm
not wearing a bra now and you'd never know it - most women don't get this much
cleavage even in a Wonderbra!" I had to sit down or my legs were just gonna
give way. Laura giggled as I shakily lowered myself onto the edge of the bed,
"Sorry, you probably didn't want to know that, did you?" "Wow! You make the
women on that 'Massive Melons' website my brother visited look pathetic!"
announced Kirsty. This time, no unspoken gratitude was forthcoming; I did
however, make a mental note to never, at any point in the future, employ
Kirsty as my publicist. There was a pregnant pause as Kirsty continued to
innocently admire her cousin's décolletage and Laura and I studiously avoided
making eye contact with each other. "Erm...well...so, if you don't mind
watching me work out naked, Kirst, then shall we head down to the basement?"
My sister nodded excitedly and headed out of the door, "After all," continued
Laura, "one day you'll grow up just like me!" Laura flashed me a stunning
smile and a wink as she too left the room. "Really? Cool!" I could just hear
my sister reply, as the two girls disappeared downstairs, and then there was
silence...

TO BE CONTINUED...