Brandi – part 1 By The Collector My Sister’s Muscles or Why should I have to hide my strength? Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com I always considered myself lucky to have a ‘twin’ sister. Growing up together, I always had someone I was very close to, always had someone to play with, someone to complain to about mom and dad, and she had someone to listen to her. We weren’t really twins, but I thought of us that way. We had both been adopted at birth and I was older than her by only a couple days, but those two days seemed to make all the difference in the world. At 18, we had always gotten along well…almost never fought over anything, but when we did, I always won. She seemed to acquiesce to my wishes without much of a battle. I had always thought we shared everything with each other, knew each other’s secrets. Then something happened one day to change how I thought about her…and changed our relationship forever. I had gone to bed and couldn’t sleep. I got up and started walking down the stairs when I overheard my mother talking to Brandi at the dining room table. I stopped and sat down and peered through the rails on the banister and watched them in the dim light. “Honey, you can’t show him, or even tell him. Boys just don’t understand.” “But Mom”, Brandi said, “Why not? Daddy knows about you, doesn’t he?” “Yes, he does, honey, but that’s different. Tom might not understand. You’re a girl and boys don’t like it when girls are like you. You’re very special honey, you know that, don’t you?” “I know…but it’s hard to keep hiding it from him. I want to show him…really bad. You and daddy are the only ones that know and it’s hard not to tell him.” “I know it is sweetheart, but as soon as you do, it’ll never be the same between you two.” “They’re just getting too big to keep hiding from him all the time.” This is great I thought. Brandi was always well built, and had she not been my sister, I’d have been inclined to date her. I knew other girls were envious of her curves as well. “Are they really…let me see honey.” I almost choked, but stayed there, waiting for Brandi to open her nightie. Even though she was my sister, I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see her breasts. Much to my surprise, I watched as Brandi curled her arm and I noticed a big bulge appear in her sleeve…a huge muscle! My mother put her hand on it and I noticed she couldn’t put her hand around it! I couldn’t believe my own sister had muscles like that. Girls aren’t supposed to have muscles like Brandi’s. “Honey, I didn’t know they were getting that big. Why didn’t you say something?” “I don’t know. I guess I thought they were supposed to be like that. Especially since they’re not as big as yours yet.” “Well, you not as old as I am. But they’ll get bigger.” “I know…I just want them bigger…even bigger than yours.” Wow! I didn’t even know my Mom had muscles! “Are you getting stronger too honey?” “I think so…I want to be just as strong as you. Can we try again, Mom…just to see?” “OK…I think so.” My mother and my sister placed their arms up on the table and locked hands. As they started pushing each other, I was shocked! I saw muscles from my Mom and my sister I didn’t even know they had. While they pushed hard against each other, Brandi seemed to be holding her own. Mom had leverage, but it didn’t seem to make a difference to Brandi. Then suddenly, I noticed Mom’s arm move…backwards. There was a look of surprise on her face, as Brandi seemed to be overpowering her! “Honey… you’re so much stronger than last time.” My mother said. Her voice slightly trembled. “I’m sorry Mom” she apologized as she slowly, deliberately, pushed her arm to the table, pinning her easily. I could tell Mom had tried to win…but her strength wasn’t enough to overcome Brandi’s. “I knew the day was coming…I just didn’t expect it so soon. And if anyone could ever beat me, I’m glad it’s my daughter.” She said rubbing her right bicep. “Show me your muscle Mom…I want to see how big mine are going to be.” My mother rolled the sleeve up on her nightie and curled her arm. I watched as her bicep rose up easily, bigger than any muscle I’d ever seen before…and it was my mom’s muscle! “Mom…I think mine are bigger.” “They’re very close…” Then Brandi raised her arm again. Her sleeve popped up fast as she curled her arm…and it was bigger than Mom’s! As soon as I saw Brandi’s muscle, a funny feeling came over me. Then Mom grabbed it, and I wished it were me touching it. “Oh my honey…you’re right…they’re bigger than mine…it’s amazing how much they’ve grown…and you’re not done growing yet…I can tell.” “You mean they’re going to get bigger?” “As you get stronger. But don’t say anything to your father…he has enough trouble with my strength. He still thinks you’re just a little stronger than Tom. If he knew his little girl was this strong, I’m not sure he’d handle it very well.” I’d always thought strong girls were frumpy and not very attractive. But Brandi’s feminine, beautiful…and she’s been hiding her strength from me. She looked too pretty to be so strong, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. “Why should I have to hide my strength though? And I want to show off my muscles.” “We’ve talked about that…but it’s getting late…off to bed now.” “OK…nite Mom.” Brandi got up, kissed her, and then started upstairs. I got up and went to my bedroom and waited for Brandi to come up. As she reached the top of the stairs, I walked into t he hallway rubbing my eyes. She stood there for just a second. “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked softly. She stood there barefoot in her nightie, looking as feminine as she always did…only now I knew how powerful she was…and she seemed…crap…she’s my sister. I’m not supposed to feel this way. “No…thought I heard somebody up.” I hurried towards the bathroom, as my thoughts about her were beginning to show. “It was just Mom and me talking. G’night.” “Nite Brandi.” After a couple minutes, I went to my bed and crawled under the sheets…I couldn’t stop thinking her. * * * At breakfast the next morning, the four of us sat around the table.. I was unusually quiet. I looked at Brandi, looked at how pretty she was, and couldn’t understand how she could be the strongest person sitting here…stronger than dad…and mom…and stronger than me. I suddenly felt very small compared to her. But it was a feeling I didn’t mind. “You guys better hurry up…you’ll be late for school.” Mom said. We quickly finished breakfast, grabbed our books, jumped in the car, and headed for school.. On the drive, I wanted so badly to talk to her, but casually. I didn’t want to let her know how I really felt about what I’d seen last night. “Guess what?” I said to her. “Um…I don’t know…what?” “I…I saw somethin’ last night.” “What’d you see?” she asked, not suspecting. “I…I saw you and mom…at the kitchen table.” “Oh oh…how much did you see?” “Everything…I didn’t know you and Mom…had muscles like that.” “You’re not supposed to see them you know…and don’t tell Mom you saw hers…only me and daddy are supposed to know.” “I know…but I know now…and I know you’re stronger than Mom too.” “I wanted to tell you, but Mom wouldn’t let me.” “How come you never showed me your muscles Brandi…please?” “Mom said you wouldn’t understand. Most guys don’t like girls stronger than they are.” “Can’t you show them to me? I mean…” “I’m not supposed to…” “But I already know…can’t I see them…please?” “I really want to show you…after everyone goes to bed tonight…sneak into my room.” “OK...but we’ll have to be quiet.” I said. We drove on, changing the subject, but I was unnerved. I just hoped she couldn’t tell. We pulled into the parking lot shortly thereafter, got out of the car and walked in the school entrance. My class was to the right, hers straight-ahead. “Brandi?” I said, stopping in the hall. “Yes Tom…but hurry…I don’t want to be late.” “About your muscles…I think…I mean…um…oh…nothing…” I muttered, my voice shaking slightly. Then I blushed, and started walking away from her. I turned back to look, and she was still standing there looking at me…with a puzzled look. She turned away and walked towards her class as I just watched her. Before she entered her class, she looked back at me…and smiled. I half smiled back, but she knew something was different. We saw each other a few times during the day. And while I didn’t understand it, our relationship had changed. We looked at each other differently; at least I looked at her differently. Neither of us knew what it meant. I looked at her with only one thought, a thought that gnawed at me, enticed me, a thought I found hard to understand. We got home that night, did our home work, our chores and as we’d see each other, we both seemed nervous. This was turning into something more than either of us expected. At the dinner table, our eyes caught each other’s and words unspoken passed between us that said we were both looking forward to tonight. * * * We went to bed a 10, our usual time. I lie in bed waiting for mom and dad to go to bed at 11. They did as usual. I lie there for the next hour, hoping Brandi hadn’t changed her mind, wondering what she was thinking, counting the minutes, hoping her muscles were as big as I thought they were, wanting to know how strong she was. I thought of her differently…as more than just a sister now…she was probably the strongest girl I knew…and that made her that much more attractive. I had always taken her looks for granted, but as I thought about her, I realized how beautiful she really was. I got out of bed just before 12. I opened my door and peered into the dark hallway. We had both done this several times. When our parents fought, when there was a storm out, we’d frequently run to each other and sleep in each other’s bed. Though it was a rarity anymore. It was harmless. Our parents never knew, and it made us feel better. But this was different. I walked across the hall and opened her door. A small lamp was lit next to her bed. She was sitting up on her bed, her legs crossed. As she waved me in, she was smiling nervously, as though anticipating, waiting, wanting to do this as much as I. I closed the door, walked to her and sat on the bed to her left. “So…you still wanna do this?” she asked. “Yeah…more than anything.” I move my hand to the sleeve of her nightie, stroking her arm gently. “I was hoping you’d say that…I do too. I’ve wanted to show you for a long time.” She tensed her arm slightly and I felt a hardness come to her arm. “Your arm feels…really hard Brandi.” “My muscles are really hard…and they’re really strong.” “Mom was right…you’re special.” She smiled as soon as I said it and seemed to relax. “Roll up my sleeve…wait’ll you see…” I placed my hands on her sleeve and slid it up slowly…her upper arm was bigger than I expected, like a dormant volcano waiting to explode. “I like to watch it grow” she said smiling at me. I saw her make a fist and the volcano took on definition. She flexed her arm upward and her bicep began to grow…and I understood why she liked to watch it. I rose straight up, not out across her arm, but straight up, into a smooth, solid ball. “Brandi…it’s so pretty…and so hard…” That seemed to drive her even more. She curled harder…I reached my hand under it, my fingers crossing the top and I felt her peak with my fingers. When she peaked, I squeezed her arm as hard as I could…it was like steel…she smiled at me…knowing how hard it was. “Do you like it?” she asked sincerely. “Yes…it’s so…sexy…” “You never said I was sexy…” We looked at each other, then suddenly heard a noise in the hallway. The soft footsteps said it was Mom. We sat there, not making a sound while she went downstairs. “We better go to sleep” Brandi announced. I got up to go to my bedroom. “Just stay here tonight.” Brandi said. I was surprised she said it, but was more than willing. I went back to her bed and crawled in beside her. We threw our arms around each other, as we always did, and lay there in silence...until she spoke until she whispered, “Did you really think I’m sexy…even with muscles?” Her soft voice, and the sweet smell of her next to me, and the thought of her strength were overwhelming me. “Y…yea Brandi…especially with muscles…” As my hand was already on her arm, she slowly raised her bicep again, filling my hand. “Wow…you feel…really strong Brandi.” “Tomorrow night, I’ll show you how strong I am.” She reached over and kissed my cheek, the last thought I remember as we fell asleep.