Tara - Part 2
By TDB, writing_hard@yahoo.co.uk
Tara hits the weights...


"Nope. Still too light." I said, tossing aside another couple of dumbbells.
They clattered to the floor and Danny jumped nervously out of their way - they
may have been too light for me, but they were heavy enough to leave my big
brother's toes decidedly flat. "What's next?" I asked briskly, swinging my
arms to and fro. "Erm...the ‘25-lb' ones. Don't you think they might be a
bit..." I cut Danny off before he could finish, "Heavy?" I laughed. "Aren't
you forgetting something, big brother?" I flexed my biceps, just to underline
my point. Danny sighed. "Okay - you're the boss. Here you are...nngh!" "Never
send a boy to do a girl's job!" I said, shaking my head. "Stand aside, ‘big'
brother." Red-faced, Danny stood aside and I lifted the dumbbells myself and
began to curl them. They were the perfect weight - not so much that I could
barely lift them, but enough to make my arms work hard. Three sets of twelve
reps later, and my biceps were pumped and looking more generous than ever...

Danny and I had been down in our parent's shed for about half an hour now. As
sheds went, it was large; no bad thing, because it had to hold a lot of
equipment - assorted exercise machines, a considerable weight rack and various
other fitness-related paraphernalia. Since the discovery that morning of my
burgeoning muscles, I had headed down here (accompanied by my awestruck
brother, 13-year old Danny) to experience my first workout. A quick warm-up on
the treadmill had been followed by a search for a weight substantial enough to
test my young biceps. Now that had been achieved, I began to perform a series
of exercises, each of which involved similar experimentation before I was
satisfactorily challenged. The plan had been to use Danny as my dogsbody (a
role he was only too happy to slavishly fill) but it swiftly became apparent
just how strong I was and the poundages necessarily got heavier and heavier.
Danny soon became incapable of setting up weights, and was reduced to just
spectating; it felt good to know that as I heaved and grunted, he was
completely in my thrall. He was male, three years older than me, yet could
only marvel at my muscular superiority.

Now that I was surrounded by all this equipment, I was able to work each
individual body part - and work it hard! Muscles - pushed to their very limits
for the first time - began to tremble and swell slightly; the occasional puffy
vein snaked beneath my skin as blood pumped around my body at a furious rate;
sweat poured down me - yet instead of growing tired I felt like pushing myself
harder and harder. It was such a rush; feeling so strong - and it felt amazing
to push my muscles until they were left exhausted.

Two hours passed before I eventually came to a halt - there was simply nothing
left for me to try. I still didn't feel too fatigued; in fact, a warm glow
suffused my body, radiating through my muscles. "Try flexing now, sis."
requested Danny, eyes glued to my body. Only too happy to oblige - and in fact
a little curious as to how I now looked - I stood in front of the wall-mirror
and hit a double-biceps pose. Earlier that morning my biceps had each been a
little larger than a tennis ball, and had each one small vein running beneath
the skin. Now they were inflated; indeed, looked like they were going to
burst, and the veins had grown puffier. "Can I squeeze one?" gulped Danny, and
I nodded assent. He raised his shaking hand and placed it over my young bicep
- his fingers wouldn't go all the way around. I pumped it for him and my
brother could only goggle as he felt the power pulse beneath his hand. I began
to look at my legs, which had grown more defined - in fact, my calves were now
slightly striated - when Danny cleared his throat, somewhat nervously.
"What...what about your pecs?" Again, I was eager myself to discover just how
pumped they had become, and willingly flexed once more, with a "Here we go!"
There was an instant ripping sound as my pecs bulged far beyond the confines
of my already-tight shirt, which fell to the floor in shreds. Danny's eyes
widened and I instantly placed my hands over my chest to protect my modesty -
or at least that was my original intention. As soon as I touched the rippling
masses of engorged muscle that were my pecs, I couldn't help but begin to
massage them slowly, fingers sliding over my sweaty flesh. Danny mouthed
wordlessly as I moaned softly in pleasure, "Ooh! They're so biiiig! So hard!"
I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I moaned again, "Ooh...my nipples
are tingling!" Struck by a sudden thought, I opened my eyes, looked back down
at my chest and attempted to make my pecs ‘dance'. Even beneath my hands, it
was obvious that my little endeavour had met with success. "And one, and two,
and one, and two!" I was so happy that I laughed out loud. Danny was by now
gurgling softly. Struck by a sudden shyness, I turned my back to him. "Danny,"
I said, sternly, "give me your shirt." But Danny wasn't listening, "Wow, sis!
Your back's all rippling!" "Danny! Shirt!" I ordered, and this time he obeyed.
I was thankful Danny liked to wear baggy T-shirts; although, baggy for him was
certainly not baggy when transferred to my ample frame. Whilst only just loose
enough to obscure the muscularity of my chest and arms, it was long - ending
below my waist, with sleeves down to my elbows.

I turned back to Danny, who didn't seem to care that he was topless, so intent
was he on admiring my legs. "Danny!" I waved my hand in front of his face, "Up
here, Danny!" Seeming to come out of a sudden reverie, Danny shook his head
and finally made eye contact. "What's got into you?" I asked.
"Er...well...you're pretty amazing, y'know." I smiled sweetly, "I know."
"Yeah...yeah...those are some amazing muscles...sexy...muscles..." "Oh, do you
really think I'm sexy?" I asked, delighted. "Yeah," mumbled my brother, "even
sexier than those Olympic gymnasts on the TV...though they wear leotards..."
he trailed off. "Ha!" I exclaimed, "There's no Olympic gymnast with a body
like this! I'm so muscular, put me in a leotard and my muscles would probably
tear right through! No 10-year old girl has ever been this muscular! And I've
only just started pumping iron - imagine what I'll be like in a few weeks
time! You think I'm strong and sexy now - just you wait!"

I was interrupted by a knock at the window - both Danny and I span round to
find our next-door neighbours waving at us. A muffled shout of "Welcome home!"
could be heard through the glass. I beckoned for them to come in and the door
swung open. "Danny! Tara! How are you?" asked one of the twins - Luke, as he
burst in with his brother, Chris. The twins were both thirteen and were wildly
competitive, especially between themselves. They had lived next to us for as
long as I could remember, and were both in the same class at school as Danny.
After competition between themselves, they loved nothing more than trying to
outdo Danny. Try as they might, they couldn't match him in the classroom, but
on the sports field...well, you already know that my big brother's pretty
scrawny. Let's just say they were faster, had more stamina, were stronger, and
were generally better at every sport under the sun than my brother, and leave
it at that. Come to think of it, my brother had probably started his press-up
regime at camp as an attempt to get closer, in terms of physique, to them -
but, looking at all three of them now, I have to say he got nowhere near. Luke
was the slightly taller of the two - an excellent swimmer, with a real
swimmers build - slender but lean. Chris was stockier than his brother - a
100m sprinter, with sturdy arms and legs capable of exploding powerfully at
the sudden sound of the starter's pistol. Danny stood, topless and looking
rather embarrassed as the twins bounded in.

"Wow, Danny! Been working out?" laughed Luke. "Perhaps not!" sniggered Chris,
staring at Danny's puny body as my brother crossed his arms and blushed.
"Actually," I chimed in, "I have." "Ha!" snorted Luke, "Girls don't work out -
they're too weak!" "Are you a girl then, Danny?" teased Chris. "She has been
working out, and she's stronger than me too!" said my brother, defiantly.
"Yeah, but Danny," said Chris, "a girl could beat you in an armwrestling
match!" Luke howled with laughter. "So, you want an armwrestling match, do
you?" I asked, poking Luke hard in the ribs. "What? With a girl? No way!" came
the reply. "Scared of losing?" I taunted, "And to a little girl, as well!"
Chris looked offended, "Go on bro - shut her up. She's too cocky for her own
good, she is!" "I am only a weak little girl, after all..." I said, mockingly
- but Luke didn't pick up on my tone. "Fine! If it'll prove to you that boys
are stronger once and for all, I'll do it!" "Danny," I winked at him, "I'll
clear a space and you move the table over here." Danny grinned happily, "Okay,
sis!"

I smiled sweetly at the twins. "Just let me move this exercise mat." I purred.
Deliberately turning my back to them, I stood on tiptoes, legs slightly apart,
and bent at the waist, stretching down to the floor. I tensed my legs and held
the position far longer than necessary, pretending that I was fumbling for the
mat. My little tennis skirt was only short and I knew that my ass was exposed
- two half-globes of pumped-up, meaty muscle straining at the material of my
tight, white little panties; I knew that my hamstrings were taught and my
calves defined; I knew that I was giving them an eyeful. "Wow!" I heard one of
the twins whisper behind me, "Look at that, Chris!" There was a long pause and
I bounced slightly on my toes; I could feel my muscles bulging.
"That's...that's just...fat..." Chris breathed back, rather uncertainly. Danny
approached with the table and I pulled the exercise mat out of the way. "Now
then, gentlemen, who's first?" I grinned...

TO BE CONTINUED...