Christmas goes on.	
by Absfan johnsm00007@yahoo.com


Yes, I know it's not the time for Christmas stories,
but I'll write about it anyways.

If you don't know what happened, see the first
Christmas story in Absfan's bookshelfe.



So my sister, Petra, was sitting right infront of me
lifting her t-shirt up showing off her fantastic
abdominals. I was staring at them and she understood
that I liked it, and that I was surprised of seeing
that my little sister suddenly had muscles. 

I was about to touch them as my sister changed her
mind and let the shirt fall down. No, big bro, she
said, it wouldn't be right of you to touch them, maybe
later...

We both went to bed, it was already late and we had a
lot to do the next day. I could only think about one
thing, my little sister. I just couldn't understand
that she got so big, and that noone had told me about
it. Maybe my parents didn't know about it? 

The next day I got up early. My parents had left to do
some shopping. Petra was coming down the stairs in the
same fleece jacket as the day before. Where are mom
and dad, she asked. I told her they were gone already.
Since I had just come home I made my sister a nice
breakfast. We talked about my college and she told me
that she looked forward to the time when she could
study and live away from home. I asked why? You see,
she said, mom and dad don't know anything about my
body. They both think I gained weight because grandma
moved in. And I don't think they will like me having
muscles, dad allways says that's nothing for girls to
have. I've tried to watch fitness in the living room
with dad, but he doesn't like it. 

So that's why you didn't take off your fleece jacket
last night, I replied. So where do you work out then?

I spend a lot of time together with my friend Kristin.
But at her place, her father has a real cool gym in
the basement, but he's traveling a lot and her mother
is a nurse, so she is often working late. 

Petra told me about Kristin, also 14 years old, they
are in the same class in school and they spend a lot
of time working out. It all started almost a year ago.
It was winter and they were bored and had to find
something to do. But in the willage where we live it's
not really a lot to do. Except singing in the local
church choire or get drunk on the weekends. So they
found out they would try working out. So they started,
two girls, both 13 years. It wasn't really fun, and
they worked out a long time without seeing any result.
Then one day Kristin found a magazine that showed and
explained how to work out. That was what they needed.

Summer was then almost over, but in September and
October they started to get bigger. She told me that
one day she was standing infront of the mirror she
noticed that her stomack had a line going down in the
middle. She thaugt it looked really cool and started
to do extra sit ups every night with extra weight on
her chest. At the same time she also started to eat
more correctly and her muscles all over her body
started to get defined. 

I told her that I thaught it was really cool what she
was doing and I wished I had done the same thing when
I was young, instead I was singing and getting drunk
on the weekends. I also told her that lots of girls at
college did the same thing and were all dreaming of
having the same rigid abs as her. She smiled and asked
if she could come and visit me in her winter holiday.
Of course, I answered, just tell me a week in advance
so that I have time to clean my room and get an extra
matrass.

We did our duties in the house. She was still wearing
her jacket because, as she put it, she could never
know when our parents could come home. 

We had a nice dinner when mom, dad and granny came
home. I did the dishes together with Petra, it was
nice, for the first time I thaugt she wasn't little
anymore, we could have discussions and tell jokes. I
liked spending time with her, after all we didn't see
eachother much. 

It was Christmas day the day after, a day when we
weren't allowed to visit anyone. Mom asked if we could
deliver presents to a couple of friends of the
famelie. We took the car and drove off. The last gift
was for the parents of Kristin. We drove up infront of
the house and Kristin came out. Her parents were away.
They would both come home late. 

Do you want to work out, Petra asked me. Thinking
about the Christmas and the food I was going to eat I
just had to say yes. We went inside and downstears.
Kristin gave me some old work out outfit that belonged
to her father. I went to the bathroom and got changed.
When I came back the basement was empty. I started to
warm up, the problem was that I got exhausted from
just doing nothing. 

Petra was the first one to come down, still wearing
her fleece jacket, but she took it off. She was
wearing  a black sportsbra and a black short skirt.
Her shoulders were really broad and her biceps made
her hand look really big. I looked at my own biceps
that was bigger then hers, but far from better. So,
big brother, it doesn't help looking at your biceps,
you have to do something with it. She flexed hers, and
her arm looked even bigger. But, as earlier, her abs
were really the best. Right under her bra the line
going down, the one she spoke about earlier, was
really deep, but also the lines going out to the
sides. Three bricks on each side. I knew it, of
course, why it was called washboard, but seeing this I
really understood the meaning of it. You're not able
to compete to this, she laughed, flexing her abs. With
every breath her abs looked so alive. I don't
understand why I didn't do that instead of drinking
and singing when I was her age.

Kristin came in the door, but that is another story.



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