My sister and her friends. By The Collector Uh oh…strong cheerleaders? Or “What? My sister has muscles?” Copyright 1998 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com I came home around midnight with two of my buddies to see my sister, Angie, and two of her friends, Sandi and Erica lying in the living room with only their nighties on. Not that they were revealing anything, except their legs, but a welcome sight nonetheless. My sister was one of the “cool kids” in school and all her friends were gorgeous, mostly the cheerleaders and the prettiest girls in school, so I always liked it when she had a sleepover. I could never get one of them to go out with me, nor could any other guy I knew. They all seemed unattainable and we always wondered whom they dated. As we walked in, I immediately looked at Erica, whom I’d always had a thing for, and said hi, just trying to be polite. “Hi, Jerry” she said as though it were an effort. Then she looked at my sister and smiled. I felt about two feet tall to be put down like that, but I ignored it and we went upstairs. The house was quiet, my parents having gone away for the weekend. They would never have let us have friends over if they knew, so we didn’t tell them. We went to my room, put on the CD player, and just talked, mostly about the girls downstairs, except my sister, though I knew both Dave and “Wingnut” had wanted to date her. I don’t know why we called him “Wingnut”. It was a name that just stuck. It fit his personality, too. He wasn’t real bright, but one of us. The downstairs was at first quiet, then it got noisier as they put on some music. We heard laughing, and talking, but not loud enough to know what they were saying. Our curiosity aroused, we turned down the CD player, opened my bedroom door, and moved to the top of the stairs, when I heard my sister’s voice. “Let us see yours Sandi. We want to see if they’re any bigger yet.” I looked at Dave and Wingnut and smiled. All three, even my sister were very well developed, even for 16 year olds. They wore their cheerleading sweaters so tight, their full breasts looked like they wanted to jump out of them. And now they were looking at each other’s! I quickly went and grabbed my tape recorder and turned it on…I could use this for blackmail! I heard my sister again. “Wow, Sandi, they’re really getting big.” To which Erica said, “Sandi, I have to touch them, I really have to! Can I…please?” “Oh, alright already…but only if I can touch yours too.” “Cool…oh wow, they’re so smooth, Sandi…that’s really sexy.” Sandi said, “Well, what about yours Erica. You have to show yours too.” “Erica said, “With pleasure…promise you won’t get jealous? What do you think?” “Very funny” Sandi said, “They’re really getting huge Erica…that is so cool. Everybody else in school would be jealous if they saw them.” I looked at my friends, puzzled, but all three of us had become mesmerized as the talked about themselves and each other. “Well, what about you Angie?” Sandi asked. “I was hoping you’d ask.” Then a moment later…”How’s that?” Wingnut started rubbing his crotch…I reached over and punched his arm, and accidentally dropped the tape recorder. My sister came to the foot of the stairs. “Alright, what are you guys doing up there?” “What are YOU guys doing down there?” I called. We walked downstairs. I looked at my sister, with a cocky grin on my face. “We heard what you were saying down here. And I’ve got it all on tape.” “You shit Jerry, give me that.” “No way Sis. But if your friends wanna show us their titties, like you were showing each other, I could lose it, and Mom and Dad would never hear it.” “Oh, you think that’s what we were doing?” She looked at Erica and Sandi; “Won’t they be surprised?” “Hey, I got it right here.” I said confidently. “But you didn’t see anything did you?” “We didn’t need to…we could tell by what you were saying.” “Well, that’s not what we were doing. You couldn’t handle it anyway.” “Oh really, well what was it then?” “You want us to show you?” “Yeah, all of you.” “I’ll show Wingnut…and see if he can deal with it. Come here Wingnut.” She grabbed his hand, and led him into the other room. I heard them talking silently, then a sudden gasp from Wingnut. To which my sister said, “Go ahead, you can touch them.” “Angie that’s so cool…are you really …?” “Let me show you.” she then asked. We were now wondering what was going on in the other room, but waited for them to return. “Wait…Angie…how’d you do that? That really makes me hot, Ang.” .”Well, you wanted to know.” Wingnut then spoke in a low voice, “I know, but geez, Angie, oh shit, I think I’m gonna cum.” Angie then led Wingnut back into the room. He was walking off kilter, his face flushed, and just looked at us. “You guys ain’t gonna believe it. You just won’t believe it”, he said. “What are you talking about, what’d she do?” I asked. “Sh-she’s got muscles…and she’s strong…I mean really strong.” “Right Wingnut, my little sister has muscles and she’s really strong. And do her friends have muscles too?” Wingnut looked at Angie…she smiled and nodded her head back at him. He saw her nod, then glanced at Sandi and Erica, who smiled back…”Oh geez…you girls too? I can’t hold it…I gotta go upstairs.” And Wingnut ran to the stairs. The three girls looked at each other and laughed. I looked at my sister…”OK, what gives, what really went on back there? And what’d you do to Wingnut?” “He told you, why don’t you believe him? Maybe Erica should prove it to you?” “Yeah, OK, prove it to me.” Angie called upstairs, ”Wingnut, come down here.” “Uh, OK Angie…comin’, I mean, be there in a minute.” A moment later, he came down stairs, rushing as though worried Angie may be upset if he weren’t prompt enough. Angie motioned him over with her finger, and whispered something in his ear. Wingnut ran downstairs, then came back up with the bar from my weight bench, which Angie took from him. Then she handed it to me. “Now we’re going to prove it to you”, she said. “Well, what am I supposed to do with this?” “You’re supposed to bend it,” she said. “Get real…no way and you know it.” “Humor me then, and prove that you can’t.” she said. “Yeah, OK, then Erica’ll show me her big, big muscles?” “Don’t make fun…you might be sorry.” I grabbed the bar from the ends, humoring her, tried to bend it, really tried, and then handed it back to Angie. “So what does that prove?” I asked Angie. “It just proves how weak you guys are.” Angie grabbed the bar from me, and handed it to Erica. I looked at Erica, for a moment lost in her beauty. She looked extremely desirable in her nightie. Her blonde hair hung just down her shoulders, but her breasts captured me immediately as they protruded from her nightie. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Erica grabbed the bar, with an end in either hand, and raised herself up on her toes. She took a deep breath, and so did I when she did…and I saw the bar start to move! She was bending it…and it looked so easy for her! She kept pressure on the bar, now closing it to a V…and she kept bending it until the ends met each other! She walked over to me, placed the bar around my neck, and stepped back and looked at me. “How’s that?” “Must be a trick … no way you could do that.” Angie looked at her and smiled, then whispered something in her ear. Erica smiled and looked at me. “Get on your knees for just a second…and I’ll show you something. Maybe this’ll convince you of just how strong I really am.” I didn’t mind getting on my knees for Erica, but still wondered what she was going to do. “Now hold your head still…and keep your knees bent”, she said. She then put her index finger under my chin…”Now hold still…I don’t want you to get hurt.” she said again…then I felt pressure under my chin…as my knees lifted off the floor! “N-no…you can’t be this…” I stuttered. She slowly lifted me…savoring each moment…I felt helpless looking at her…she was arousing, yet I was confused…everything I’d know about girls to this point meant nothing…I looked up at her, trying to reconcile her beauty and her strength. She slowly lifted me to eye level, and glared into my eyes. “This strong you mean?” “Y-yes.” She lifted further…raising me above her. I looked down at her and saw her smiling, as she held me, almost 200 pounds in the air, with only her finger. I felt an incredible surge through me, the same one I always felt around Erica, except now it was different, overpowering. “Pl-please let me down Erica.” “Oh, don’t be such a sissy, Jerry.” She let me down easily, every inch of my body shaking “I-I have to go upstairs…”, I said. I made a dash for the stairs…and heard Erica laughing behind me, along with Sandi and my sister. My own sister! “What about me? I want to show off too!”, Sandi shouted as she looked at Dave. “Oh, no…no way…not you too” Dave replied.. Sandi looked at him coyly and smiled, then walked to within inches of him, looking directly up into his eyes. Dave was visibly shaking. “Why are you shaking?” Sandi said. “I…I don’t know.” “Do you think maybe I scare you a little bit?” She ran her index finger down Dave’s shirt, teasing him, almost taunting. “Y-yes…” “Are you worried that I’m as strong as Angie and Erica?” “You…you can’t be…you’re too p-pretty.” “Oh, and pretty girls can’t be strong, huh? You see my little arms?” “Y-yes…” “Do you think there’s big, big muscles in these arms?” Angie said, “C’mon Sandi, you’re teasing him, just show him.” She looked again at Dave. “Do you think my muscles are big, Davey?” “Umm, m-maybe.” Dave had been reduced to jelly…and everyone knew it, except him. He was totally in a trance, and only Sandi could bring him out. “Does that excite you that I’m really strong?” “Oh, geez, yes Sandi, yes.” “And you want to see them don’t you?” “Oh, please Sandi…can I?” He was gone…losing his self-respect. Sandi looked at Erica and Angie…they all laughed as Dave stood there, the three surrounding him. “I’ll bet you want to touch them too, don’t you?” “Oh, geez Sandi…yes, oh Sandi, please, please show me.” Dave pleaded. He had lost any ounce of dignity he had left. But I couldn’t criticize him after what Erica had done to me. I did feel sorry for him though, as the last of us had fallen, had become helpless, though we really didn’t care. Sandi grabbed Dave’s hand, and placed it on her bicep, not bothering to roll up her sleeve. Dave became jumpy with anticipation, sweating, blushing, and acting worse than a four-year-old at an ice cream truck. Sandi curled her fist, and started bending her arm. Dave’s expression told everything, as his eyes began to bulge. Her arm started to rise as Dave grabbed it tighter…and tighter…her bicep started to stretch the fabric of her nightie. Dave placed both hands around her bicep…he smiled at Sandi as though lost in her…she blew him a kiss, then we heard a tear as the fabric broke…Sandi’s immense strength clearly becoming evident. Her bicep rose through the fabric…like a small mountain of milky satin…then she quickly flexed hard…and a peak jumped, as Dave’s hands flew off, it being too big to wrap both his hands around! “Ohhh shit…Oh geez Sandi…I think I love you Sandi……Ohh no…um, I gotta go upstairs too.” And Dave headed for the stairs…the same as Wingnut and I had. Angie said to Wingnut…”You better go check on your friends.” ”Sure thing Angie.” And Wingnut went back upstairs. Dave was in the bathroom, taking care of himself. I waited in the hall, trying to compose myself. I said to Wingnut, “What happened? What’d Sandi do?” “You shoulda seen it. She made a muscle so fuckin’ big…you wouldn’t believe it…I ain’t never seen one that big…except your sister’s.” “What? My sister too? She’s got muscles? My little sister?” Angie called upstairs. “Big ones Jerry.” And she let me touch ‘em…and she’s real, real strong too.” “Hey” said Wingnut, “Your little sister can kick your ass, he-he.” “And yours too, Wingnut”, Angie called up again. We stood up there for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do, if anything. We had been humiliated, our pride taken, our manliness threatened by three gorgeous girls, the three we all wanted most to be with. We talked awhile and agreed that the three of us together couldn’t hope to even come close to matching the strength of even one of them. We sat down in the hallway and sulked. A few minutes later, my sister called upstairs. “Hey, would you guys like to watch a movie with us?” Our eyes lit up…we looked at each other. “To hell with our pride”, we silently said. We came downstairs slowly, not knowing what to expect. I looked at my sister, then Sandi, then my eyes settled on Erica. She got up and came towards me. I stood back from her, not sure what to expect. Then she took my hand, and led me to the couch. Angie and Sandi did similarly with Wingnut and Dave. I looked at my sister. “You’re not going to say anything about tonight are you?” “Who’d believe me? And if any of you say anything…well, you better not let one of us catch you, but I know where you live.” She gave me a sisterly wink…telling me I was still her big brother. I sat next to Erica, as unsure of myself as ever, not knowing what to do. Erica took my arm and placed it around her…then she just looked up into my eyes and smiled and I knew she had me once again. As Angie turned out the lights, I felt Erica’s lips come close to me. “Hey”, Wingnut said, “The TV’s not on.” “Ow, Angie, that hurt!” he replied. We heard a muffled sound from Angie and Wingnut’s direction, then Wingnut said, half-laughing, “Oh, now I get it.”