Brandi – Part 2 By The Collector Forbidden strength or Mom ain’t gonna like this 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 awoke before Brandi, went to my room, showered and got ready for school. As I walked out the door, she walked out of hers at the same time. We smiled at each other, more than a look of recognition. As I walked towards the stairs, she came beside me and took my hand as we started down the stairs. I hadn’t expected anything like this, and was unprepared for it. But it was a welcome show of affection from her nonetheless. While she was still my sister, there was an attraction for her I’d never felt before with any other girl. We let go close to the bottom, for obvious reasons, and took our seats for breakfast. We stole glances from each other, yet talked only to our parents. Something about us must have been obviously different. “Hey, what’s with you two this morning?” Dad asked. We both looked at him and shrugged our shoulders, more concerned with breakfast. “Sleep alright Tom?” he asked. “Oh…no…there was something in my mattress that bothered me all night…something…hard and round…” I looked at Brandi just soon enough to catch her spitting up her orange juice. She kicked me underneath the table, telling me to knock it off. “I’ll take a look at it later…but you guys better be off to school.” We finished breakfast, then headed for school. On the drive, she scolded me for being so nonchalant, and threatened me…she’d never let me see them again…and I’d never be able to come to her room again. As punishment, she said I’d have to wait until Friday night, instead of tonight. I didn’t want to wait, but now I had no choice. This would be the longest two days of my life. * * * She now looked different each time I saw her. The things I looked at in other girls I just hadn’t thought about with Brandi. I started scrutinizing her, comparing her, wondering why I hadn’t seen her like this before. At 5’5” and 120, she was anything but average. She was a strawberry blonde with blue eyes and nearly perfect lips, lips that were just big enough to be sensuous and could engage a perfect smile when she wanted to. And her body was as good as any I’d ever seen. As I looked at her now, I wanted to take her body in my hands and run them up and down her feminine curves and caress her breasts. I’d guess her at 35D-22-34 and now found myself becoming more and more aroused by the sight and thought of her. I looked at her with the other girls on her cheerleading squad and a sudden pleasure came over me knowing she was stronger…and more beautiful…than any of them. And I wrestled with my craving for her. Why did she have to be my sister?. * * * The next two days, she teased me mercilessly, verbally and with her actions. I can’t remember the number of times she had to brush her hair, raising her arm and let me get just a glance of her bicep. Or the one time I was in the kitchen with her and Mom and she asked me to open a mustard jar she’d screwed on so tight I couldn’t get it off. And when Mom wasn’t looking, she took it and easily removed it with two fingers. Once she even challenged me to arm-wrestle her. She even let me use both hands, but she’s so strong, I couldn’t move her arm an inch, let alone beat her. And she wouldn’t pin me either. She just held her arm straight up until I exhausted myself. She was driving me nuts and knew it. But even more, she was enjoying it immensely…not just teasing me, but showing off for me as well. I couldn’t wait for Friday night…and I didn’t think she could either. * * * Friday night, we both headed for the game. Brandi was cheering, and I was playing left field. The game was close, low scoring and we had taken a 4-3 lead into the top of the ninth inning. We ended up winning as I threw out the tying runner at third base. I was a hero, was carried off the field by the team, but my eyes were on Brandi. She had changed clothes for the post-game party. I had seen her wearing the same outfit before, but it looked different on her now. She had on a beige skirt and white top, both of which seemed to cling to her. Her legs were firm, as pretty as any girl’s there, and slightly muscular. I wanted to see her in heels, but she hated them, and wore a pair of flat sandals with a single thong up the center. Even her feet were pretty! The more I looked at her, the more I wanted to be closer to her. But she was my sister, my strong sister, and I knew it would never happen...couldn’t happen. I tried to rationalize that since we were adopted, we weren’t really brother and sister. But I’d have given anything for her to be my first…to have her body…and her muscles. I had glanced her way several times, the way I’d looked at other girls I was interested in. She looked back and gave me a similar look, a soft smile that, if she wasn’t my sister, would have tore me apart, made me weak, would have made me literally crawl to her. At the party, another cheerleader, Monica, had let it be known that if I’d wanted, I could…have her…a week earlier I would’ve…she’d have been my first…but I wanted to go home with Brandi. And any guy there would have given anything for a night alone with Monica. I knew I’d regret not going after her but…every time I looked at Brandi, every girl seemed inferior to her. I was walking down a hallway in the house, looking for the bathroom. Brandi was coming the other way. As we met, she pushed me easily into a spare bedroom, and shut the door behind us. I was 5’11”, and as easy as she was able to push me in, I may as well have been a 4-year-old. “I heard Monica wants you to go home with her. Are you going?” “No, I thought we were going to…” Her smile could have lit up the baseball stadium. She wrapped her arms around me and stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek nearly squeezing the life out of me. “I’m sorry Tom…I didn’t mean to hurt you…sometimes I just don’t realize how strong I really am.” And yet another vision of her strength was created for me. “Wow, Brandi…it’s so…cool…when you talk about your strength…” “I’ll do more than talk tonight.” She looked at me and smiled, then raised her eyebrows once quickly. I hated feeling like this towards her. “So…when do you want to go home?” “Right now…I think my muscles are ready. Are you sure you don’t want to go with Monica? You might get lucky. Does she have muscles too Tom?” She asked teasingly. She opened the door and took off, not waiting for an answer…she wanted me to chase her…it was becoming a game…a game we both loved. * * * We got home 20 minutes later and found a note on the table from our parents saying they’d be back in the morning with a number to call in an emergency. Great! At least they wouldn’t hear us and catch me in her room. We turned out the light and headed for the stairs. Instead of taking my hand, she wrapped her arm around my waist. While surprised, I did the same. We reached the top of the stairs, and I started to follow her to her bedroom. “Ten minutes, and then you can come in…I have to put my nightie on.” I was too anxious, but went to my bedroom, quickly changed into my PJ’s. I paced the floor, counting the minutes until it was time. Then I went across the hall, turned the knob and walked in. The lamp by her bed was on. She turned out the light in the bathroom and walked in. I gasped when I saw her. She was wearing something I’d never seen before…anywhere. Dressed in hot pink, she had on bikini bottoms, but her top was almost like a vest. Sleeveless, the front was open two or three inches and I saw her cleavage for the first time…her round breasts looked perfect…firm…and I glanced at her upper arms…I had never thought a girl could look so feminine…and be as muscular as Brandi. She twirled once. “How do you like it?” she asked. “Wow…” I stared at her. She took the front of her vest, opened it quickly, then closed it again and raised her eyebrows twice quickly. She giggled and smiled at me as I walked closer to her. “Brandi…maybe we shouldn’t…” “Well, maybe we should…we’re not really brother and sister…and you want to see my strength, don’t you?” I’d never seen her like this. She was smiling…sort of…a smile that said she knew something no one else knew. She placed one finger to my chest and started pushing me backwards, a soft smile on her face. I couldn’t have resisted if I’d wanted to. “Brandi…what’re you…” “I’ve always wanted to show off my strength…and now I can…and more.” “But we’re…related…even though…are you sure we should…?” “Only sort of…I don’t know if we should…but I know what I’m going to do…and you can’t stop me…can you?” She had backed me up to the bed, then stopped. The scent of her perfume…. her sweet voice…her lips…her beautiful body…were enough to set off any guy. She moved closer to me…I watched her eyes, then her lips…they looked soft, moist…she moved closer and as I reached for them, then she touched them gently to mine. I felt her right hand move down below and she placed it softly between my legs. Without warning, I felt myself being lifted up as my lips moved away from her. “How’s that for strong?” she asked, holding me in the air. As I rose into the air, our eyes met and her smile turned softer, not as evident…she was enjoying this…too much. “Tell me how strong I am Tom…please…” “Brandi…you’re so strong…your muscles are so…sexy…I..can’t believe your strength…” My words seemed to fuel her as I felt myself being raised higher. “Brandi…” “Tell me you want my muscles…” “I want your pretty muscles Brandi…please…let me down…I’ll do anything you want…anything…” She started to let me down, then with a second thought, she lifted me higher for only a second, then dropped me…on the bed. I landed sitting up and sat there, looking at her. She climbed on the bed in front of me and sat cross-legged, my legs out to her sides. “Well…whatcha think…was my strength worth waiting for?” “I-I…didn’t think anybody…could be so strong…especially not my sister…” She smiled broadly and planted a quick kiss on my lips. “And you like my muscles?” she whispered. “Brandi…I love your muscles…I want your muscles…more than anything…” “Here” she whispered, placing my hands at her waist. I moved them up the curves of her body slowly, then under her vest. Then I felt her soft breasts and took them full in my hands massaging them. “Brandi…they’re so…pretty…you feel so…good…” “These are pretty too Tom.” She raised her arms and those two volcanoes exploded; her biceps rose straight up, feminine strength filling her arms. I grabbed one with each hand as they rose, felt her strength rise in my hands, and realized how powerless she made me feel just looking at her arms. And I wondered how she felt…what it must be like to have strength like she did. But I didn’t care…I’m glad Brandi was so strong…it now seemed natural for her to be this way. “Is this what you want Tom?” she asked. “Y…yes…Brandi…” “Tom, I’m not very tired…what do you think we should do?” Before I could answer, She reached over, turned out the lamp, then she brought her powerful arms down and placed them across my shoulders. I laid my hands across her biceps and felt her soft lips move close to mine. She removed her arms and pushed me back gently. I felt the warmth and power of her strong beautiful body across mine as she lay across me, her lips again touching mine, and we embraced each other passionately, the first of many times throughout the night.