Sally and me
by nelek
Chapter 4 : Skeletons in the closet 


It was nothing special, nothing that hasn't happened in this house several
times before. Nothing to get too excited about. When you're living with a huge
muscle monster of a sister under one roof, things like that occur.

I was headed for a friend who I was going to spend the afternoon with, hanging
around and such. Walking downstairs I texted him that I would be at his place
soon, when at the same time Sally was coming upstairs. She had just finished
her daily workout, wiping the glistening sweat from her face with the somewhat
dry lower part of her shirt. When we noticed each other we tried making room,
but you know what that's like: every time one moved to the right, the other
would too, then both would move left, again blocking the other, etc. Within a
few seconds we were standing right in front of each other. Well, almost: even
though I was two steps above her, my eyes were barely an inch higher than
hers. Once again I was dumbfounded by her unnaturally tall stature. But this
position gave me a view of her body from above, something I don't get to see
very often. Normally, she towers over my by more than a foot, so I'm more used
to looking up to her beautiful face, rather than have it at the same height as
mine.

Her skin was shimmering from the light coating of moisture. She was still
breathing a bit heavily as her mouth and nose emitted warm air in short bursts
towards me. Her faint odor was slowly engulfing me, gently bathing me in her
sensuous pheromones. Wet strands of silky hair were hanging over her eyes and
I had to restrain myself from reaching out and brushing them away. A light
blue t-shirt wrapped tightly around shoulders that blocked most of the
stairway with their sheer girth, flowing into sleeves that tightly hugged
enormous upper arms. Each one more than powerful enough to push me to the side
like nothing if she wanted to. Bulging shapes of iron flesh formed exciting
lumps and bumps all over her with erotic musculature writhing under her shirt.
Every part of her body on her top half - be it her biceps, the balls that were
her deltoids or her thick pectorals - was showing its size and definition
despite being covered by damp fabric. It clung snugly to her firm breasts,
tracing the curves to her pointed nipples before letting itself hang loose
from her bosom like a drapery or a veil. Her deep breaths made her chest
inflate, expanding slowly to even greater dimensions before going back to it's
normally huge size.

I noticed the very familiar sensation in me was going to direct my blood to my
crotch area very soon, even though the whole scene has happened in a second.
We were standing there, looking each other in the eye, then we started to move
at the same time.

"So..."

-"Well..."

Again we both moved to the right and, again, we both instinctively tried to
move left immediately, with very much the same effect. Normally, two people in
this situation would agree to which side each either would turn to get
through, but Sally's no ordinary girl. She snickered and rolled her eyes in
mock annoyance.

-"Okay, this is getting ridiculous."

With that she extended her large hands and put one on each of my sides,
holding me secured. In a flash I looked down to see what she was up to, but it
was already too late. Her strong fingers had wrapped tightly around my waist,
not letting me go, holding me like you would when you pick up a toddler.
Before I could protest her mighty arms sprung to life, quickly ballooning to
humongous proportions as they tensed to hoist me into the air, letting me
dangle helplessly.

"Whoa! What the-"

Her wide grin showed not only that she was amused by my mild shock but also
that she was lifting me up without any strain or effort. My pelvis was locked
between her palms, holding me steadily in front of her. I was about a foot
above the ground, enjoying her firm touch while trying to find some balance.
It wasn't easy because she was moving sideways and pulling me closer to her at
the same time. This made my upper body sway back and forth more than I would
have been comfortable with, so I extended a hand towards the wall to steady
myself. Or, at least that was what I was trying to do when she suddenly
started going up first one, then two steps while turning around to switch our
positions. With this unexpected rocking my torso completely lost all balance
and I fell forward, landing on her prodigious biceps with my hands.

Oh my fuck, the feeling was unbelievable. I expected something hard but her
upper arms in action defied any description of hardness, they outclassed any
conception of solid muscle. Strangely enough they were actually covered by her
sleeves, even though their sheer mass should shove them right back, exposing
blemish-free skin for everyone's delight. The fabric - moist from her bodily
fluids that just pour out during her workout - was soft but could not deny the
steeliness of the tissue underneath it. Dense flesh bulged outward to massive
proportions, forming a salacious hunk of hard, sensual shapes. My palms were
lying flat on these rocklike, oversized blocks my sister could proudly call
her own, not being able to enclose them in the least. Dwarfed by the vast
chunks that throbbed and pulsed lively underneath my hands I felt the curves
of her copious meat. Two round balls of what must have been iron pushed
against my fingers as they tensed to hold my entire body weight aloft, making
the vein running over the length of her biceps pulsate against them. My weight
wasn't even near her limits as I have seen her bench and curl much heavier
dumbbells with ease, just for warm-ups, yet her gigantic arms still grew and
swelled to an even more unbelievable size. I couldn't even begin to make a
dent in the alluring flesh I was touching, even if I tried. Even though I was
in fear of being discovered for what I was really getting out of this
experience, I grasped and clutched these orgasmic offerings, reveling in the
full knowledge that my comparably meager power would never even press in
Sally's powerful, muscle-packed limb. I looked at my outstretched fingers and
the immensely arousing look of flesh pouring out between them. With one hand
each around those bulging chunks of delicious beef I never wanted her to put
me down again. It wouldn't even be impossible, as her immense strength could
probably hold me like this forever.

The ride ended about a year too soon as Sally reached the step I was standing
on just a moment ago and started to set me down gently. As she lowered my body
down, my hands slowly slid over the mountain range that made up her bi's and
tri's to her thick and strongly corded forearms. She had to bend over so her
large form would reach all the way down two where she stood before, now
setting me two steps lower than her. While she was putting me down, her
protruding breasts brushed my chest, making her her hard nipples tenderly
pierce and rub against me while I felt her soft bosom softly press into my
body, slightly mushed as she held us together. It was only a moment, a
split-second, but enough for me to feel and enjoy it. Sally's towering figure
stood tall again, placing my face at the level of her belly, concealed by her
oversized shirt. My vision was captivated by her colossal upper legs; swelling
thighs that made her supposedly oversized sweat pants bulge out to imposing
masses. A narrow waist with a fantastic set of abdominals was unfortunately
veiled by her baggy shirt, that soon started to wrap around expanding and
thickening wings before disappearing into her moist armpits. Her physique
looked like it filled the stairway from wall to wall with those wide shoulders
and tremendous arms, pressing any person standing next to her against it very
uncomfortably. My eyes trailed over her magnificent curves all the way up to
her face, now more than two feet above mine. She was looking down at me, a
mere dwarf in front of her, a giant.

-"I should always just do that. Would save a lot of time." she grinned.
Pointing to my backpack she asked "Where are you headed, then?"

"Oh, you know, me and Matt are gonna hang out for the afternoon."

-"Cool. I'm going out too, later, meeting with Jess and some others, so tell
mom and dad I'll be a bit late for dinner, okay?"

I nodded as she turned around, leaving me there to watch her broad back go up
the stairs.

Knees slightly wobbly I made my way to the hall and leaned against the wall
with one shoulder. I started panting as I remembered the feel of steely meat
against my lucky palms as I was held in her beautiful arms. These thoughts
stimulated me as well as the half-hard erection I rubbed through my pants.
Turning my back to the wall both hands shot up to my face, covering my mouth
and nose. I was licking one while smelling the other in hopes of getting some
of her nectar and scents off them, but they had already dried. I realized I
shouldn't be doing this in the hallway and, amazingly, I was able to put my
hands down and just wait for Sally to go take a shower. Slowly, my boner was
going soft, relaxing in my underpants. With every inch it shrunk back, I grew
more and more bothered from the aborted orgasm until I finally smacked my
hands against the wall angrily and just stood there.

From upstairs I could hear her walk to the bathroom, locking the door behind
her.

This is so frustrating: living with the girl of your dreams, someone who can
turn you on like a switch and not being able to do anything but masturbate in
secret to fantasies of her. Knowing that I can't get anything out of episodes
like this but more jack-off material is unimaginably disheartening, I tell
you. Of course, I could go to the downstairs toilet and lock myself in there
for some fun, and it would be great, but I wasn't really in the mood anymore.
Still felt the longing in my groins though.

And it didn't help when I felt my cell vibrating against my limp but still
overly sensitive cock, ringing with a text message. It was from Matt, the
friend I was going to hang out with:

hey jake. im runnin a bit late. sry. Im gonna call u when I get home. cya matt

Great, now I had to wait before I could get out of there and distract myself.
Putting my cell back into my pocket I walked towards the living room to, I
don't know, maybe watch some TV even though I didn't feel like it. I didn't
feel like doing anything, having been denied cumming just moments ago. But I
still wanted it, desired it, lusted for it and for my voluptuous, magnificent
sister. I knew what I had to do. Putting my backpack down, I turned around
walked back up the steps, headed for her room. At the top of the stairs I
listened. The only sounds were coming muffled from the bathroom. Checking if
the door was really locked I briskly went over and tried to open it,
immediately slamming into it.

-"There's someone in here!"

Yeah, I knew that.

"Sorry, sis!"

Perfect. And from the sound of it she was busy doing number two, so it could
take a while until she starts her shower. I retreated from the bath and walked
to her room, standing in front of her half open door. I've been in there a
million times at least, not even counting the times no one knows about.
Usually I do this when she's not at home, but this time - like so many before
- I was driven by lust. I demanded satisfaction! Anyway, if she would come out
of the bath unexpectedly, I could always claim that I was looking for our
cordless phone. Like a secret agent on a mission, I pushed the door completely
open and had a quick look around the room before quietly stepping into it,
closing the door behind me. The room was filled with my sister's very strong
and familiar aroma, making me take a deep, deep breath of enjoyment.

A large window made up most of the wall on my left, providing ample light for
the room and the desk that stretched from there to the corner. Right next to
the desk were some large dumbbells lying around, much larger than the heaviest
ones I can lift in our basement gym. She took them to her room once when she
realized that she's the only one in our family who can use them, although the
ones she uses for her workout - the "heavy ones, as she calls them - are still
in our gym. Several posters of different bands decorated the wall opposite me
that lead to her closet just around the corner. Next to it was her laundry
basket, right at the foot of her bed. The bed ran from the closet door to the
room door, undone with her blanket and pillows thrown all over it. Naturally,
it was huge to accommodate the grand form of this imposing Venus. More than
once when I had the house for myself I laid on this bed, jerking off. With
whatever t-shirt she used as pajama top at the time covering my face, I would
drink up her body odor from it and the linen while creaming tissue after
tissue. But I didn't have time for this, as I was on the lookout for stuff to
add to my collection of things tainted with something Sally.

I call it my "trophy box". It's sealed with a lock only I know the combination
for in a carton labeled "clothes" between several other identical ones under
my bed that nobody has touched for years; something I know because when I
first hid my stuff there, I left deep fingerprints in the thick layer of dust
covering them. The trophy box is filled with relics that get me closer to
Sally when she's not around. Sure, the memory of her last workout or the last
time she came from the bathroom and walked past me wearing only in a towel is
enough material for me to jack myself into ecstasy, but sometimes you just
want a bit more. It started three years ago with nothing but some pictures of
her I duplicated from our family albums; photos from our most recent holiday
with her in a bikini and such. It was nothing compared to the real thing, but
at the time I haven't developed all my kinky depraved stalking methods yet so
this was the best I had. The next time we went to the beach I did nothing but
shoot pictures the whole time: the sea, the sky, the sand, everything - just
so it wouldn't seem suspicious why I was taking way more photos of my family
than usual. That same year I got my camera for my birthday, an expensive,
professional one, which I thoroughly tested over the following couple of days
using Sally as my model. It also gave me the chance to shoot proper pictures
from my window when she was out in the garden, in the pool or sunbathing. I
remember I used to arrange our deck chairs so I would have an unobstructed
view from my room in case she decided to work on her tan. At the time I kept
the pictures between the pages of a notepad in a drawer in my desk where
nobody ever looked. I know, not very sophisticated or secure.

Then my art teacher made my class draw people. He went to great lengths to
teach us about lights and shadows, skin tones, hair and of course the anatomy
of the human body: bone structure, muscle groups etc. While he talked about
each of those, illustrating them with this huge poster of models with no skin,
I studied them intently and got hard thinking that I recognize all of them
from my big sister. I couldn't wait to get home, because as soon as I did, I
sat down on my desk and started drawing those people, only female and with a
more pronounced muscularity. In other words, I wanted my own pictures of
Sally.

My first attempts were crude and awkward, with no resemblance to a proper
human being, let alone my beautiful sister. Long arms but short legs, wide
chest but narrow shoulders, hands with five thumbs instead of fingers and
heads looking more like hairy smiley faces rather than an actual one. But I
was determined, and with every sketch I was unhappy with came a new, slightly
better one until I was practically doing nothing but draw and paint, using
photographs as reference all day long. It was wonderful, spending so much time
with Sally, even though it was only in my head, exploring her body before my
inner eye and then inching my way closer to bringing her perfect physique on
paper. Examining every vein, every bulge, every shadow on her body, her lips,
her cute nose, her large eyes, the way her hair falls over her shoulders,
everything. At the time, all my friends were downloading porn from the
internet while I sat for hours just to get one detail right, one detail to
make a picture of the perfect jack off material. And it was worth it, I tell
you. By the end of the school year I could sketch this goddess from every
angle in every position within a couple of minutes, even though I preferred
detailed paintings. Sometimes I would dare to let my imagination go wild and
draw her even bigger, exaggerating bodyparts only to realize after a couple of
months or a year or so that she has long exceeded those proportions, walking
around larger in real life than I had fantasized.

It went on like this for a while, me drooling over her in secret and then
masturbate to pictures in my room, until something wonderful happened. I guess
it was what made me go from being a guy who jerks off thinking about his hot
sister to a guy who's actively using her to satisfy himself without any actual
sex involved. This is what made me spend much more time with her so that
ultimately I'd fall in love with that wonderful girl on top of my immense lust
for her. It was one afternoon when my mom had asked me to collect all our
dirty clothes and put it into the washing machine. So I gathered everyone's
laundry - mine, our parent's and Sally's - and headed downstairs where she was
just coming from her workout. As always, she was a vision of pumped up
beefiness, her body huge, throbbing and glistening, giving off her delicious
perfume through ample perspiration. I mean, it was nothing compared to what
she looks like today, but I dare anyone to tell a 15 year old girl of 6 feet 1
inches and over 200 pounds of muscle that she's not impressive. Clad in a skin
tight t-shirt and even tighter spandex workout shorts, both soaking wet as if
she just took a shower still wearing them, she pushed all the right buttons in
me as she walked upstairs coming closer and closer. Noticing the pile of
laundry I was carrying, she asked me to wait and then took off her shirt to
place it on top of it, leaving me mesmerized with a new memory of her I would
use later. In fact, I was so mesmerized that it didn't even occur to me at
first that I had a sample drenched with her heavenly body fluids right in
front of me. It was only a few moments later, when I started filling up the
machine while thinking about Sally, when the feeling of my fingertips touching
the moist fabric brought me back. Immediately I was hooked and licked and
sucked everything I could from the shirt until I opened my pants and promptly
shot my load into it. Nowadays I try to enjoy and prolong the end, savoring
the experience as well as I can before allowing myself release, but you know
what 14 year olds are like. After cleaning up and putting all the clothes in
the machine I could still taste her nectar which made me I swear to myself
right there that it will not have been the last time.

And that's why I got myself a box: to store all the things I get off on for a
little while, before returning them to the laundry so they won't be missed.
Over the years I had all types of clothes in my possession, and most of it
more than once. Mostly I target everything she wears during training, for
obvious reasons, but also her regular shirts, pants, panties, bras, bikinis,
occasionally even socks. Sometimes when I manage to get my hands on a really
stinking shirt, usually during the summer and worn for several of her extra
heavy workouts over several days, I put it on for a night and let the scents
engulf me in my sleep to fuel dreams of her doing things to me I wished she'd
do in real life. Right now the box contains a workout shirt I'll have to
return soon, a bra, a towel and a complete set of clothes, consisting of the
t-shirt, shorts, socks, panties and bra she wore when she helped a friend move
house last sunday. Considering the weather and how much she labored that day,
I had to, just had to obtain those souvenirs. And it was worth it. Just like
it's will be worth sneaking around her room as soon as I find something to
take with me.

I didn't have to look very long, as her bright blue t-shirt she worked out in
earlier was lying on the floor, thrown there when my goddess unclad her mighty
body. I knelt down and bend over what was to her an insignificant necessity
and to me a sensuous fountain of potent pheromones. Holding it up in front of
me I was amazed at its sheer size. When Sally's wearing these things I am too
busy being blown away with the luscious curves of her physique to notice the
hugeness of her everyday clothing. It was like a tent to shelter her humongous
anatomy, cramped into its relatively small size, pushing against its tight
constraints. I brought it to my face and smothered myself. Her fragrance was
absolutely intoxicating; as always, an aphrodisiac. Mere minutes ago her
titanic muscles were pumping, rubbing and writhing against this very shirt,
wrapped snugly around her hot, sweaty skin, absorbing her essence. Inhaling
deeply, I moved the fabric all over my nose and face as my heart pounded and
my cock started to grow. I knew this was going to get me up again so I put one
hand on my crotch and started to massage it. As I let my nose enjoy the feast
my tongue stuck out and licked the moist fabric, playing with the material. I
removed it from my face and held it in front of me again, looking for the
parts stained darker than the rest. Needless to say they were around her chest
and under her sleeves, so I bit down on where her armpits drenched the shirt
with her exquisite juice and started sucking like a very thirsty vampire.

While I was drinking her raunchy potion I looked around for more gear I could
exert my perverse lust on. I crawled over to her sweat pants and lifted them
in front of me. If her shirt was huge, these were monstrous. When she and I
stood next to each other, the top of her legs, her crotch, would come up to
just under my chest, around the middle of my belly. They were so long, nobody
I know could wear these comfortably, not without looking like a clown. Sally,
on the other hand, fills these trousers gracefully, furthermore adding the
sexy curves of her gigantic, oaken thighs to them even though they're supposed
to do the opposite. Mammoth quadriceps make each each trouser leg swell fit
close to the curvaceous shapes of her lower body, only hinting at the fleshly
courtship display going on under it. I put my hand on the crotch area and held
the inside against my face. There was a hint of her womanly musk, a suggestion
of her perfume, so subtle that somebody who hasn't been hooked on this stuff
for years wouldn't even detect it. But I knew it was there, loading my
nostrils with the faint smell my boner reacted so well to. The bulge in my
pants swelled and filled my palm as I was rubbing myself through just my
underpants. I couldn't even remember when I put my hand in there.

This was too good to stop, but I knew I had to get out of there. I needed
something I could borrow and, say, use later to bring these feelings
multiplying in me to a glorious finish. Obviously her shirts and pants were
too large to take them with me; she would immediately notice them missing. It
had to be something smaller, something that could be easily replaced - her
panties! Quickly looking around, I saw that they weren't lying around like the
rest of her clothes. She must have worn them when she walked to the bathroom,
locking those sacred objects out of my reach.

But there was still the laundry basket. Those aren't so fresh, but they'd get
the job done. Many a times I have helped myself to it, taking different
articles of clothing to my room for my own indulgence and putting them to our
family laundry before anybody notices them gone.

Putting both her sweat pants and shirt back where they were lying earlier, I
walked over to this treasure chest and opened the lid. There wasn't much in
it, apparently it had been emptied recently. At first it seemed like there
wasn't much in there but for a couple of socks and two t-shirts, but then I
started to dig deeper and found the jackpot: four or five panties, all at the
bottom of the basket for some reason. I randomly picked one, the bikini one,
and held it up in front of me, examining the white fabric and its noticeably
worn out elastic waistband. You try forcing those little things over both of
Sally's legs without damage. I resisted the temptation of immediately burying
my face in it and instead stuffed it and another one in my hip pocket.

I was about to leave when I heard the toilet flush, making me freeze
immediately. A second of worry quickly passed as I realized that this meant
she hadn't even started her shower yet, giving me more time to do some
important business. In this case, rearranging some wardrobe. It's something I
discovered some time ago, when our mom told her that she was tired of the pile
of clothes she had to wash every week due to Sally using a new shirt every
day. So my sister started using one shirt for several days, thoroughly soaking
each, then throwing it in the laundry. One day I noticed that she always went
through the same couple of shirts because by the time she would go through
those, freshly cleaned ones would come from the laundry and be put on top of
her stack of workout shirts. So I secretly started to change the order of her
clothes, putting everything that conceals her lovely looks at the bottom.
Baggy or loose fitting - bottom! Skin tight - top! Black or dark material -
bottom! Lighter colors - tend to get see-through when moist, so - top! Sleeves
- ...well, she said she likes the feel of her arms working against them, so
when they're so tight that they get pushed back in a flex - top! Otherwise -
bottom! The green one that's torn - top!

So the fact that that day she wore a shirt with sleeves that comfortably went
down to her elbows was a mistake on my part and I wasn't going to let this
happen again. Stepping back into the closet I went for her stack of shirts she
would use for her training and started my work. After all this time doing it,
I immediately recognized every one of them and repositioned them while
imagining her wearing the green one during her workout tomorrow. I'll
definitely be there watching her pump her arms, subjecting those poor battered
sleeves to her ballooning triceps and rising biceps, two towering peaks
increasing the rips slowly but steadily. Daydreaming along while giving the
shirts a new, better order I was surprised to hear music, suddenly appearing
near to me. The noisy scraping sound that started a second later made it clear
that it was a cell phone. I leaned out of the closet and there it was, lying
on Sally's desk, flashing and slightly moving forward with every vibration,
loudly playing some song. Looking back, I guess standing in the door frame
watching the phone sing wasn't exactly the right thing to do. To be fair, I
wasn't expecting what happened next.

The unmistakable sound of the bathroom door being unlocked brought me back
into the room. Shit! Like a chicken with its head cut off I stepped forward,
backward, then forward again, freaked that she's gonna kill me when she finds
me in her room, going through her stuff. A voice in my head then told me
there's no problem with me being there as long as I pretended I was looking
for the phone. I relaxed and felt relieved, but only for a moment, as as
second voice frantically pointed out I was still holding one of her workout
shirts in my hands and how looking for something between her clothes could
make me appear in a bad light. Alarmed, I leaped into the closet, hastily
putting her shirt back, ignoring the calm voice telling me to cool off. I was
ready to go out when the other voice reminded us that we could never explain
what we were doing when she sees me coming out of there. Confused of what to
do and where to go I pushed the door shut and stood quietly in the dark,
breathing heavily.

So much for my brilliant plan.

The only sound was coming from her phone, still playing that song. Slowly,
silently, I moved back from the door, deeper into the blackness of her unlit
wardrobe, until I bumped into the wall. The solid barrier stopping me from
leaving only emphasized this dark trap I've gotten my self into. The only
light was coming from the keyhole as a tiny white dot in front of me. For a
brief eternity nothing happened, but then I heard the sound of footsteps
through the door. It was impossible to determine where exactly they were,
where they were going or whether they were coming nearer. I didn't know what
to do as the two voices were quiet. Great, now they were shutting up. Looking
around in the darkness, I tried to find something I could hide behind or hide
in or whatever, but it was all pitch-black, shadowy and dark as the night. If
she were to look in here, there would be no way for her to miss me standing
there, pressed against the wall, only a few feet away from her monumental form
blocking the doorway as well as the only chance of escape. She would be
pissed, I imagine. If I found somebody unexpectedly in my closet, I would be
furious, yelling and spitting, throwing them out of my room immediately. But I
wasn't in the same physical position as Sally. To think of her unimaginable
strength in the context of being enraged and out to punish the invader almost
made me shit my pants.

If she liked putting me between her legs and squeeze me for good fun, what
would she do in anger? Enclosing my ribcage with her monstrous quads and
pressing down on me to the point were my bones would give in? Taking me in a
headlock at the same time, violently grinding my face against her titanium
biceps until I screamed, my wailings absorbed by her unmerciful arms? If she
placed me against the wall and then rammed her solid back into me repeatedly,
flattening my body like a steam roller? Grabbing a leg and my neck to lift me
up, pinning me roughly against the ceiling with a hand crushing my throat?
Then throwing me on the bed to lay her body of concrete
three-hundred-something pounds on my puny one, pressing me into the mattress,
forcefully cuddling me into a cage of hard muscle to squash me to bruises,
nearly suffocating me in the process? It's been ages since I last saw her
weigh herself, god knows how much she's packing now and what ideas she might
have. Under different circumstances I would have masturbated to such
fantasies, but at that moment I was too terrified. But what was even more
horrifying than all those thoughts was the fear that if she found out about
me, she would turn away in disgust and never want to come near me again.

The cell phone stopped its singing, followed by Sally's voice going "Hello?".
I didn't dare to breath as I waited for whatever was coming next, turning mere
moments of silence into ages of nothing but feeling my heart beat. A huge wave
of euphoria washed over me as she started chatting away with whoever just
saved my life. Knowing that I wasn't going to die in the next minutes made me
let out a long sigh of relief, immediately stifled by my hands clamping my
mouth shut before it gave me away. Listening for any indication that I just
attracted some unwanted attention, I silently began to move towards the tiny
white dot, slowly kneeling down, careful not to make any sounds. Close to the
door, I bent forward to press one eye against the keyhole, checking out the
situation in the adjacent room. What I saw took my breath away and shocked me
to my most inner core.

She was standing in the middle of the room, letting the light falling through
the window paint contours of a golden hue on her astounding physique. My mouth
must have dropped open as I laid eyes on nothing but slightly shining skin
save for a pair of white panties. No matter what I felt in that closet just
seconds before, I was back on arousal mode complete with blood redistribution
and underpants getting tighter. She was unbelievable - not doing anything
except talking on the phone and yet this was the single most stimulating
display of female power and muscularity in the world. I felt sorry for all
those poor people around this planet not living in one house with this beauty.

Her big and long feet, one of them in a sock, stood firmly on the floor,
easily supporting the monumental body that rested on them. Following her legs
upward were her calves, shaped like lovely upside down hearts, easily visible
even from the front. When she stands on her toes, those things transform into
hard marble with a thin layer of skin lying directly on top of them. I know
that because once she got a cramp and I had the duty and the pleasure of
kneading those blocks of beef until the tension was gone. Of course I made
sure that the pain wouldn't return, keeping on massaging even though she
already felt fine.

Going north from her calves, over her knees, I reached her thighs, protruding
balloons wrapped in satin skin and filled to the max with hard meat. Those
immensely huge chunks of ham were probably too large for me to reach around
them with both arms; at least that's what they looked like. Her legs, pound on
pound female power, gave her lush feminine curves as well as being prominent
and unmistakable indicators of her virtually unlimited strength. The rounded
shapes of her naked thighs bulging outwards to strong and mighty hips had
their usual effect on me, letting me grow in my pants and leak a bit of
precum. Thick cables of rocklike muscle inflated to two spheres of potent
killers, hazardous to anyone trapped between them when they close in on him.
They were sensual pillars protecting her womanhood, alluring death traps,
allowing access to the treasures that lay there only to one lucky person that
I knew I could never be. I gazed upon dozens of inches of forbidden flesh,
exciting, seductive hills and dales, wanting nothing more than to worship
every single part of her divine body, give myself to her, showering her in
kisses or letting her squeeze me to bits if that is what she wants. This
goddess is closer to me than anybody else in the world, but in a cruel twist
of fate also farther away from me than anybody else in the universe. She sets
alight a fire deep down inside of me without even knowing it, unaware of this
mental power that surpasses even her physical one.

Upwards were her savory panties, trapped between two massive quads, with no
prospects of escaping the tight prison of her iron crotch unless released by
her strong hands. Atop of her navel was the rippled, slightly concave area of
her sculpted abs. A deeply etched lattice of six distinctively separated
cobblestones - or eight cobblestones, depends on how you count. The lowest two
were sort of elongated, not as pronounced as the other three rows above and
they subtly disappeared into firm skin towards her navel. But there was no
question that sooner or later her excruciating workouts with dozens and
hundreds of decline crunches and situps with colossal weights held over her
head and whatnot will carve out those two remaining tummy muscles to chiseled
glory like the other six. She's always saying how she hates training her abs -
which is why she works them so hard. Not wanting to let one body part behind
just because she doesn't like the exercises she tortures herself during her
abdominal exercises, pushing herself through the pain and agony to meet her
high standards. All that with respectable results, to say the least, as her
better-than-just-washboard stomach is every bit as firm and solid as the rest
of her incredible body. Something I know for a fact, not only because of
having felt her up innumerable times in secret but also because once in a
while she comes to me to flaunt her large- and steeliness.

Her hands were feminine yet large and husky with thick fingers, each
strengthened through years of holding unimaginably heavy dumbbells and
grasping thick bars with an iron grip. They flowed into hulking forearms
covered in fibrous streaks of tissue and veins running lengthwise all over
them. Two chunks of meat with breadth probably greater than mine combined
started my journey over her opulent arms with me knowing it was only getting
better. With one arm holding the cell to her ear, my peep followed the other
on a vascular footpath past her elbow to her triceps, a jutting arch rising
tall from her only slightly bent right arm. Bulging fibers of muscle stood out
from her beautifully modeled limb, providing acres of enticing beef for my
hungry, insatiable eyes. Licking my lips I watched the dents and swells on the
outer side of her arm dance subtly in a motion of vibrant ripples as she
shifted her palm to rest on her hip. In bodybuilding, a nicely shaped arm gets
the alluring peak from the biceps while it's the triceps that gives it most of
its size. And in Sally's case, that's quite a lot - enough for me to finally
give in to the urge and put a hand down my pants, stimulating myself through
this wonderful viewing.

Moving over to the adjacent block of tissue, I was treated to a view of a
round, bulbous biceps, one of two marvelous guns, towering mountains inflating
to unreal dimensions without even flexing. Even though her arm was hardly
bend, it ballooned tremendously, transforming into an enormous ball of rock
filled with strength beyond reckoning. Hard, sensuous chunks of dense flesh
jutted out to form a hunk of unbelievable, herculean size. Meat grew and
swelled only a few feet away from me, producing ruttish curves virtually
begging me to run my tongue all over them. I could almost feel its concrete
touch just by looking at this rippling display of freaky development, vastly
bulging outward in a way too large and too gorgeous to believe if it wasn't
right before me. It was visibly throbbing with power as the blood rushed
through her veins, almost breathing without the constraints of a shirt or
sleeves. Titanic muscles under her silky skin writhed with each ever so small
movement, creating new shapes for me to gawk at. The copious mass of the
rocklike beef alone brought me near a state of drooling frenzy, lusting over
the carnal feast she presented. This, like every single inch of her, was the
biggest hunk of flesh I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. In
fact, it seemed to me that there were no parts on those looming pinnacles left
untouched by my questing lips or fingers before, usually when I take advantage
of her being sound asleep. I never got tired of enjoying her outrageous
proportions and probably never will.

My next stop on my visual journey over miles and acres of my big sister's sexy
body were her shoulders, one of the most noticeable features that give her
physique this ridiculously large form. Don't get me wrong, everything about
her is huge and defined to the max. But if she, say, covered herself in a huge
blanket you couldn't see her taut abs or her tight, round ass, only her broad
shoulders and whopping thighs would shape it to those majestic contours I
crave so much. Her deltoids were gargantuan balls of a stupendous size I
couldn't even name - bowling balls, soccer balls, maybe even bigger, who
knows? They were striated like when you let your fingers run through sand,
leaving parallel lines that signal resolute devotion and incomparable power
through these little details. Curvaceous silhouettes dovetailed seamlessly
into one another, making a new muscle bulge outward where its neighbor ended,
thus continuing the voluptuous profile of her body. It was quite a kick for me
watching ten people's worth of serious weightlifter's meat jostling for space
in one place.

Chunky traps - able supports for her bull neck - rose from her delts, climbing
even higher than the height of her chin. I don't know if it's possible, but
with Sally I think there's a chance they're going to reach her ears sooner or
later, cradling her neck in a thick beefy collar. Up the exceptional slopes
towards her jaw there were thick muscles bulging to cocoon her throat in
cliffs of steel covered in skin. Following the lines of her firm upper body
upwards, I reached and gazed into the face of a goddess. They say love is
blind, so there's a microscopic chance that I only adore her beguiling divine
features because I am hopelessly in love with her, but I don't think so.
Large, round, sparkling eyes filled the room with cheer and bliss as much as
her lush, full lips forming one of her innumerable happy smiles, superb white
teeth showed as she talked one of her friends. Her face alone was so angelic
and gorgeous and everything perfect, I didn't even want to move away from the
sight.

But there was one part of her I deliberately saved for last when surveying her
statuesque body, and I wasn't going to miss out on it. Over her braless
shoulders my eyes wandered down to her breasts, completely naked except for a
thin layer of moisture she didn't wipe up earlier, giving her a slight
suggestion of shininess. How I wanted to let my tongue run over them, lapping
up the remaining nectar from her leviathan chest. To press my face against her
supple bosom, the only soft area on her, feel the sensual cushions
conveniently located at the exact level of my head due to her supernatural
height. This softness contrasted and complimented the rest of her hard and
unyielding physique. Hemispheres of delicate tissue enriched her form, giving
her feminine traits that would be the envy of every woman in the world. The
soft curves of her breasts outlined heavy but sensuous domes, adorned with a
rosy nipple each. Large, dark aureolas encircled two pointed teats made for
wrapping my lips around them. Strong chest muscles jutted from her body like
two boulders, inches deep, forming a ravine in the middle and occasionally
twitching with barely concealed power along with each breath or shift in
position. They alone would have given her a luscious cleavage, deep and
beguiling, irresistible for any man. But with her fantastic tits, round and
full, perfectly shaped, seemingly defying gravity while resting on thick pecs
they were two planets designed to drive anyone with half a brain and a set of
balls wild with stark raving lust. She was a collection of dangerous curves,
enough to let anyone know she was all woman but with a built and a physical
condition doubtlessly conveying her power.

For some reason this made me think back to when I first noticed her body in a
sexual way. It was our big family vacation with me, Sally, mom and dad on some
holiday island; don't even remember which one. I was 13 years old, only three
weeks away from my 14th birthday while my big sis had recently turned 15 and
stood a whopping 6 feet 1, making my physique of 10 inches less look even
smaller than it already did. I mean, I've always been rather skinny and a tad
shorter than the average, but reaching only up to your sister's collar bone?
That bothered me; although, looking back, I realize now that it bothered me in
a different way than I thought at the time.

Anyway, the first day at the beach was the first time I saw my sister in a
bikini in a very long time. The year before there was no big family vacation
because I went to a summer camp with a friend of mine, making our parents send
Sally to a sports camp to support her relatively new love for sports so they
could have their own holiday. Also, we didn't have a pool in our backyard, so
she never walked around the house in a bikini like she does nowadays, and she
was a bit more reserved about her body than she is now. Additionally, at the
time she started working out I was the absolute opposite of athletic which is
why I never spent time with her in the gym. That, and because watching my
sister working out in tight clothes made me really uncomfortable; only for me
to discover later that this wasn't due to brotherly awkwardness but rather
brotherly arousal.

So, my family and I arrived at the beach. I somehow managed not to glance at
Sally's bikini-clad body all the way from our shared hotel room. I often
thought about the coincidences that had to occur for that to happen: when we
undressed, I went to the bathroom to give her some privacy - cause you don't
want to see your sister naked, right? When I was finished changing, she had
already put on a t-shirt over her swimsuit cause she didn't want to expose
herself to the sun before applying suncream. When we walked to the beach, I
was chatting with my dad while mom and Sal walked behind us and when we found
a nice spot, I immediately spread my towel under the parasol and laid down on
my back just at the exact right time to see her take off her shirt.

And it took my breath away. Standing in glaring sunlight, in a very revealing
two-piece bathing suit, every single one of her contours lit up to highlight
her gorgeous physique. Shapely legs consisting of noticeable calves and husky
thighs with slight muscle definition flowed into a narrow waist adorned with a
clear cut six pack. Not too deep, not as hard as now, but definitely firmer
than what other girls, even athletic ones, usually sport. Two small breasts,
well-formed but years away from the size they would eventually reach, sat on
top of two defined pectorals one could easily make out from far. Strong
forearms, hardly corded at all but still looking brawny connected to jutting
triceps and remarkable biceps, each strictly separated from each other. Round
shoulders bulged outwards, forming her solid build, right next to traps that
ended in a comparatively very bulky neck. In those almost two years she had
worked out I had noticed her getting a bit fleshier, her arms getting a bit
thicker, her shoulders a bit wider, her body becoming a bit more voluptuous,
but I never imagined it to be this much. I thought those were signs of my
sister becoming stocky and chunky, not a tantalizingly hot bodybuilder with a
physique made for instant hard ons.

A hearty laughter for whoever she was talking to brought me back to present
day and my attention back to her face. This friend she was talking to probably
didn't even realize let alone appreciate the honor of having this goddess as a
close acquaintance. Even just chatting over the phone should - shit! Phone!
Like a flash I leaned back and frantically tried to dig out my cell phone from
my pocket. Quickly putting it on vibrate I quietly breathed myself calm. Matt
could have called any minute, giving me away with a simple call or text. God
knows what would have happened then. I was about to put this now disarmed bomb
back into my pants when I thought of something: if I am stuck in here, I might
as well take something enjoyable with me for my box. Activating the camera, I
put the lens right in front of the keyhole to snap some shots for later. I
tried to point it directly at her, but it was too narrow to get a proper
angle. She would have needed to stand directly in front of the door, yet with
enough distance to it so her immeasurable body would even fit in the frame.

So I looked back through the keyhole. And Sally looked back at me. Startled, I
pulled my head back thinking she had discovered me before realizing that there
is a mirror on the other side of this door, and that she was ogling herself.
Really, can you blame her? Pressing my head back against the door I watched
her take a step towards me, extending a hand straight down. With her arm
outstretched she turned to the side, focused on her triceps that popped out of
it like a juicy sausage. Rotating her arm to examine it from every angle she
switched between looking at the mirror and the prodigious flesh right in front
of her. The striped muscle jutted out, clearly separated from every other one
around, leaving a weirdly shaped lump under tight skin. Licking my lips as I
stared at the massive triceps she produced casually while "aha"-ing into the
phone, as well as her biceps, that grew to grand size even though completely
stretched. I nearly began to fill my briefs with milk. As it was, my cock was
throbbing, since it was forced to point downward in my pants.

Then she started to alternately bend and straighten her arm, flexing and
relaxing different parts on it. Muscles bounced and solidified with every move
like molten lava or molten steel - something hard and hot by all means. When
she extended her hands, her triceps stood tall over defined meat; when she
brought them back, her biceps inflated to hard forms larger than anything I
know. It went like that for some time: stretch and bend, up and down, in and
out, swell and swell more. She was proud of her achievement and I could see in
her eyes how she liked the look of her pumped guns obeying her orders to move
and grow at her will. With her arm bent a mammoth peak puffed from it, making
me gasp quietly and my dick leaking against my palm, while the iron, swollen
mass pushed into her breast, giving me two delicious orbs of womanly treasures
to drool at. The block steeled into a humongous mountain of beef, swelling to
a monumental scale rivaled by no one. They pulsed and jumped, ballooning with
every slight move of her arm, seemingly expanding every time she brought it
back into position. Clenching her fist, the round hump hardened and the vein
running over it became more prominent; as she twisted her forearm it sprang up
and down, bulging excitedly. The mountain of muscularity began to tremble as
Sally tightened them hard, then harder, harder, even harder and then finally
so hard that she slightly contorted her face while pressing out the hugest
biceps I've ever seen in my life. It was orgasmically large, a gleaming curve
of unreal size that made me grab my cock hard to prevent the ejaculation I was
so close to. She held the pose for a few seconds, then relaxed the muscle
again, but didn't move her arm.

She was a master in suspense and teasing, in sensual posing and muscular
display. Sally had all the right assets and the instinctive knowledge of how
to turn her admirers on to sexual bliss, even though there was no audience -
that she knew of. Her natural ability of playing with spectators, be it a very
lucky guy or just her own mirror image, was demonstrated by her next move:

Slowly she started moving first her hand, then her whole arm upwards. It was
adorned in subtle pulsations, basic contractions of muscle to move one's limb,
evident only because of its enormous size. I watched as she raised this
gargantuan mass of muscle past her abs and breasts, brushing her nipples with
her forearm. The touch lifted her boobs a few inches before it lost grip and
let them fall back, almost instantly landing in their exquisite round shapes
again. Her mammoth arm still wandered towards her face where the tip of her
tongue ran over her succulent lips, leaving them moist and shining in a
lecherous red hue. As the colossus of hard flesh neared her chin her lips
puckered to point towards her rising biceps, still traveling towards it.
Shortly before it touched her mouth she clenched her fist like before, letting
everything between her shoulder and wrist explode in luscious bulges, heavy
flesh, hardening to steel at her will in a display of freaky power, ready to
conquer the last inches of air between it and its destination. A very soft
sigh, a low but still audible gush of air, accompanied by a muted groan, a
reduced "mmh" out of her core, escaped from within herself as her lips made
contact with her awesome and tremendous arm. It was a symphony of beauty as
her stunningly gorgeous face connected with her stunningly powerful muscle,
combining two of the most stimulating things in the world in one devastatingly
exciting picture.

Pressing a kiss like that, otherwise so totally innocent and sweet you could
even use it on your little brother, against her sensual arm filled the scene
with such unbearable sexual tension that I had to turn away and violently
think of something else before I just fucking creamed myself in a loud,
revealing groan. Yanking my hand out of my pants I tried to calm myself so
this state of arousal - where the mere pressure of a pair of pants is enough
to make me explode - would go away without any messy incident. I quietly moved
back and leaned against the wall behind me, intently staring at the white dot
where my eyes had been just moments earlier. Now I just had to wait. Calming
myself didn't go so well as I would have hoped, as my mind filled the darkness
of the closet with life-sized replicas of Sally, showing off her wonderful
body to me. Even though I was only looking at pitch black darkness and not
touching myself I was still hard as a rock in my pants.

I can't believe that less than half an hour ago I was walking down the stairs
with not one dirty thought on my mind. Since then I've gotten within inches of
Sally's warm, savory body to examine her post-workout pump from up close. Then
she demonstrated mind-boggling strength by casually lifting me in her hands
and out of her way, letting me feel up her hot, iron-like biceps in the
process. After that she provided me with her deliciously soaked gym clothes to
lick and smell and suck out all of her ambrosial juices before unknowingly
trapping me in her closet. There, on the brink of getting caught, all my
excitement intensified with the fear of being punished by her powerful hands,
getting to see and feel her body in ways nobody should ever experience. But it
turned out to be a very private posing session, letting me explore and study
her glistening form, writhing and dancing, presenting itself for no one but
me. It was also the first time in a long while I've gotten a good look on her
in the nude. Well, almost nude, but the amount of skin covered by a pair of
panties on such a monumental physique is negligible. And finally, the massive
dot in the i, was her tantalizingly sensual peck on her most sexy muscle that
made this whole sequence too much for me to bear.

If I could, I would have taken my cock out right there in the closet to jack
off to this phenomenal experience, one of many this summer, but I refrained.
So I sat down, listening to Sally's muffled voice through the door,
absent-mindedly rubbing the bulge in my pants and feeling the occasional drop
of precum I leaked. As I do ever so often, I felt thankful for all of this. I
can't imagine any other seventeen-year-old having masturbation-orgasms like I
do. They go on the net and download some pics of skinny girls with fake tits
and fantasize how it would be like to be with her. But with Sally, I get all
my five senses catered to. Every day I can see, touch, smell, taste and hear
her, letting all of it flow into satisfying myself. And even though sex with
another person is so much more complete and intimate, an interplay of what you
and your partner like, a shared exploration of each other's feelings and so
much more that can't be put in words, having my big sister's body so close to
me is almost as good as - and sometimes even better than - intercourse. Can't
even begin to imagine what actual sex with Sally would be like.

But I know the comparison. Me and Liz, my only ex-girlfriend, were both
virgins when we started dating. After a couple of months we started to have
sex, which was amazing, honestly. I know, it's hard to imagine that after a
career of secretly lusting after my sister I could go for a "regular" girl,
but I did and it was fantastic. She even had a bit of muscular build due to
being on the school's athletics team; rather sinewy than thick. Anyway, one
day I realized that my feeling for Sally were much, much stronger than my
feelings for Liz, so I broke up with her. Anything else just wouldn't have
been fair. I went back home were Sally, the woman I truly love, was waiting
for me with more of the best orgasms I had ever known. And that is why, even
though I have to go through a lot of pain, stress, fear and paranoia to get as
close as possible to her, I am still thankful for this wonderful fate of
living with her under one roof.

-"...ok. Yeah. See ya tomorrow!"

Sally saying good-bye to her friend brought me out of my thoughts. If she
didn't look into her closet and went straight back to the bath I would get off
scot-free. I just needed to be quiet so I wouldn't get discovered. With every
sound indicating she was about to leave the room I got more and more relaxed,
but also more and more excited. First, there were a couple of beeps as she
pressed some buttons on her phone. Next, a low clank as she put it back on the
table, followed by two or three seconds of some very quiet shuffling. Then
there were footsteps, getting quieter and quieter until the bathroom door
closed and locked with its distinctive sound. I crept forward and held my ear
to the door, not taking the chance of opening it until I heard the shower
running. It took maybe half a minute or so, but finally there it was; the
sound that allowed me to leave my prison cell. Stepping out into Sally's room
I was blinded by glaring sunlight coming through the window, making me close
my eyes to slowly readjust. As I got more and more used to the bright light, I
looked around the room, as if I was trying to figure out what had changed.

And, indeed, there was something. I wasn't quite sure at first because it
seemed to good to be true. I stepped closer to the pile of clothes on the
floor and knelt down, wanting to see from up close what could have been just a
trick of my mind. But, no, it was there, enthroned on top of her shirts and
trousers were a pair of her freshly worn panties. I didn't even dare to touch
them, because I wanted to be sure that this was as good a present as it
appeared to me. I reached in my hip pocket and pulled out the two panties I've
put there earlier and held them before me, one in each hand. Unbelievably, the
piece of undergarment in my left hand was the exact same type and color as the
one Sally's just left there for me to find. I threw the other one back into
the laundry basket and placed the decoy right next to the wonderful, real one.

Only then I extended my hands towards that little white heap. Lifting the
treasure up to my eye height I examined its shape and color, the light shades
were the fabric is soaked the most. I let the tips of my finger slowly run
across the material, feeling the moisture. Standing up, I held it at arm's
length from me, not wanting to catch any of her scent before I could fully
enjoy it in the privacy of my room. Just as I was about to leave, I could feel
my cell phone vibrate against my growing cock. Slightly annoyed, I took it out
and looked at the display. It was Matt, probably calling me to say that he's
home now. Looking back from my phone to the tasty panties in my hand, I
decided to let the call go to voice mail.

I guess Matt could wait.

End of chapter four.

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