Mike Part 2 - Little Sister
Story by: MAK-PA@MSN.COM
Mike's little sister gets stronger than him, so does her younger friend

It was just a little into the school year for me, early November and my 
parent's had just gone away for a week and a half on vacation, so it was 
just me and my 11 year old sister Mary left to take care of the house. 
Her and I had always gotten along really well, even when we were little. 
She was quite the little fire cracker when it came to smart remarks and 
I liked that about her because we could always joke with one another. 
One day I had just come home and I realized that I didn't have any clean 
clothes to wear the next day, so I gathered up a few things and I went 
down to the basement to do some laundry. When I approached the basement 
door, I heard the clanging of my weights and immediately I thought that 
someone had broken into the house. I dropped my clothes and went up to 
my room and grabbed a baseball bat. 

I quietly walked back through the house to the basement door and opened 
it. Walking down the stairs, I could hear that there was someone in the 
rec room using my old weight set. I thought to myself, who in the hell 
would break into our house just to use my weights? The thought was 
ludicrous, but I proceeded with caution anyway. I got just outside of 
the door and kicked it open and saw that it was my little sister and her 
friend Kate in there using my weights. Upon my kicking the door open, 
they both jumped about a foot off of the floor. Mary turned to me and 
said, "What are you doing you bone head, are you trying to make us pee 
our pants?" I said with a look of relief on my face, "I'm sorry, I 
thought someone had broken into the house and was using my weights... 
pretty ridiculous, huh?" Mary said with a smile, "You could say that, I 
suppose you were going to beat them with that bat?" "Yeah, but I guess 
there's no need for this now." 

I started to turn away and walk back upstairs when it occurred to me 
that my little sister and her friend were lifting weights. I turned back 
and asked, "What's with the two of you lifting weights anyway. You never 
used had any interest in them before?" Mary said, "Well, after the way 
that Tammy had handled herself playing football against you guys, I 
thought it would be pretty cool to be strong like that too, so did 
Kate." I looked at them with a confused expression on my face and asked. 
"Are you serious?" Mary said, "Of course I'm serious, we have been using 
your weights for about two months now, just look at these muscle." Then 
both Mary and Kate rolled back the sleeves of their oversized t-shirts 
and flexed their biceps for me. "So what do you think Mike, are we 
serious?" I was amazed at their muscles. They weren't anywhere near the 
size of Tammy's muscles, but they were impressive to say the least. Each 
of them had a hard, round, peaked bicep that was about the size and 
shape of a lemon, just a little smaller than my own arms. Kate was just 
a little shorter than Mary, but her bicep looked like it was the bigger 
out of the two of them. I walked over to them and put my hand on their 
flexed biceps and said, "You girls really are serious about this, these 
are some impressive muscles you have here, how long did you say were 
have been using my weights?" Kate said, "For about two months, we 
started a couple of days after Tammy beat the crap out of Matt and 
Bobby. We thought that her muscles were really cool and wanted some of 
our own." I said with a smile, "Well, that's great. Feel free to use my 
weights any time you want and let me know if you need any help, but 
don't work out too much Mary, I'd hate to think what you would do if you 
were ever stronger than me." She looked at me and giggled and said, "Who 
knows Mike, maybe I am already. Maybe Kate is too and she's only 10 
years old. That sure would suck for you to know that there is a girl 6 
years younger than you that is stronger than you, wouldn't it?" I 
laughed walking out of the room, "It sure would, I'd never live that one 
down with my friends, lets just keep it a mystery for now." 

Walking back upstairs I was thinking to myself, when did my little 
sister get those muscles? I never noticed them before, but she usually 
wore oversized t-shirts that covered most of her arms, so for all I 
knew, she could have always had those biceps. I had to admit to myself, 
their muscles were quite impressive for girls their age. Of course my 
sister was just a year younger than Tammy and Kate was one year younger 
than her and they were tiny by comparison, but the muscles on Tammy were 
different because she was like a superhuman in my eyes, and definitely 
not my little sister. 

**** 

That night it was my turn to make dinner, so I had pulled some burgers 
out of the freezer and cooked them up on the grill. Kate had stayed to 
study with Mary, so I made an extra one for her. The girls finished 
studying about the same time I finished cooking the burgers, so we all 
sat down at the table and ate. Mary and Kate were talking about lifting 
weights and different exercises that they could start adding to their 
workout. I was sitting there with a puzzled look on my face thinking to 
myself, 'when did all of this happen... I guess I had been spending more 
time over at Tammy's house having sex than I thought because this was 
all a great surprise to me.' Mary looked across the table at me and 
said, "Hey Mike, these burgers are really good, I have a deal for you." 
I replied, "Deal for what, what are you talking about?" She said, "How 
does this sound to you? Lets arm wrestle and who ever loses has to cook 
dinner every day until Mom and Dad get back from their trip." I looked 
at her with a strange face and said, "Are you serious Mary, you're only 
11 and I'm 16, I don't think that's really a fair bet." She looked at me 
and said, "Well, I don't know, I can handle all of your weights pretty 
well and I feel pretty strong, strong enough to give you a good 
challenge, maybe even beat you." I looked at her and said, "Well, OK if 
you want to, but are you doing this just to get out of cooking, I 
thought you liked cooking?" She said, "Well you're kinda right. Both 
Kate and I have arm wrestled all the boys in our classes and we beat all 
of them, I just wanted to see if I was strong enough to take you. 
Besides I do like cooking, so either way, I win." She was sitting there 
with a big smile on her face... my little sister was a really cute girl, 
I was always proud of that. She continued, "We also have bigger muscles 
than all of the boys in our classes too." She then raised her arms in a 
double bicep pose that was quite impressive. My little sister had some 
big muscles! 

We finished eating throwing taunts back and forth at one another about 
what kinds of foods we were going to make the other cook when we won. 
Anyway, the time had come to settle the bet and we cleared the table and 
sat with our hands gripped together. She looked at me and said, "This 
isn't really fair, your arm is about 5 inches longer than mine, I can 
barely reach your hand." I told Kate to go get the phone book from the 
other room so Mary could put her elbow up on that. We gave that a try 
and it brought her hand up to almost even with mine. Again, we gripped 
hands and she said with a playful smile, "OK Mike, are you ready to go 
down?" I retorted, "Of course I am, but ladies first... I have to be a 
gentleman even in victory." We smiled at each other and looked at Kate 
to give us the starting count. Kate said, "OK, start on the count of 
three... one...two... three!" Mary tightened her grip on my hand and I 
have to admit that she was stronger than I had thought. I held my hand 
steady straight up because I didn't want to make her feel bad by beating 
her right away, then I began to slowly increase the pressure. To my 
surprise, my added force wasn't moving her hand back at all, we were 
still holding firm in the start position. Then I started to pour on a 
bit more force and her arm started to give a little, but not as much as 
I thought it would.  I looked at her face and she was straining with 
everything she had. Our hands began to tremble from the exertion, but 
she was slowly starting to lose ground. I looked down at her bicep and 
it was really pumped up from the strain, it must have grown to the size 
of a small orange... about the same size as my biceps. Gradually I 
pushed her hand down further until she got to the point where she was 
spent and her hand went down to the table. 

I said, "Holy cow Mary, you're almost as strong as me, I thought you 
were going to take me for a second there." She said rubbing her arm, "I 
thought I had you there for a second too, but I guess I'm not quite 
strong enough to beat my big brother yet... give me a little time 
though." I said to her, "Its no wonder you can beat all the boys in your 
class, your muscle is as big as mine, let me see it." Mary raised the 
arm I had just beaten and flexed her young bicep. A solid, peaked ball 
of muscle rose from her arm and stood proudly before me. I placed my 
hand on her arm, then on my own arm and said, "That's definitely as big 
as mine, I better start working our myself just to stay a little ahead 
of you." She said, "I think you might have to Mike because Kate and I 
are getting bigger and stronger every day and we're going to keep 
working out every day after school." She continued, "I guess I have a 
goal to strive for now. Now that I know we are so closely matched, I 
want to beat you at arm wrestling." I looked at her with a smile and 
headed over to the sink to clean the dishes, then thought to myself, 
"Hey, wait a second. I guess you should be doing the dishes too since I 
beat you." She snapped back at me, "That wasn't part of the bet fool, 
but I guess I will because you did beat me, but since this wasn't part 
of the bet, lets do this again in two days double or nothing. Loser has 
to make breakfast, dinner and wash the dishes." I said, "That sounds 
good to me, I love a fresh cooked omelet in the morning, he he he." Mary 
replied, "We'll see about that smart ass, I'm going to work out twice as 
hard to get ready." 

**** 

Over the next two days I thought it would be in my best interest to get 
to the gym because I knew if Mary would beat me, she would tell all of 
my friends and that's not the kind of thing a guy can live down. I just 
couldn't believe that my sweet little sister had gotten so strong and 
her muscles were so big. The though of her beating me wasn't too hard to 
believe after the struggle I had beating her the other day. To be 
honest, I was a bit afraid of going against her again because I thought 
she might beat me. 

After the first workout, I was a bit sore, but not too bad though. I 
guess playing football and having sex every day with Tammy was a pretty 
good workout. 

Each night when I came home from the gym, I could hear the clanging of 
weights in the basement and it made me a little nervous about what was 
going to happen the next time, but I thought to myself, 'I just beat her 
so I won't have a problem doing it again... how much stronger can a 
person get in a couple of days?' Besides, I had been working out too, so 
there was no way that she was going to beat me. I was feeling pretty 
strong, as much as two days in the gym can make you feel anyway. 

**** 

The day came and it was obvious that Mary was looking forward to our 
rematch. She had a glow about her all day that carried a great 
confidence... it was a little intimidating because there was no sign of 
doubt in her at all... she had her mind set on winning. 

After we finished eating the dinner Mary had prepared, chicken stir-fry 
with white rice (an excellent meal), she cleaned off the table and set 
the dishes in the sink. She turned to me and said, "Don't worry Mike, 
these will be easy for you to clean up, I'll even soak them in water for 
you." I replied, "Very funny Mary. By the way, I like my omelets with 
ham and cheese and served with juice and toast." 

Kate chimed in and said, "Would you two quit your bickering and just get 
down to business?" Mary and I looked at each other and said at the same 
time, "Fine with me." 

Once again, Mary went and grabbed the phone book so we were on an even 
level, and we gripped each other's hands in the starting position. Once 
again, Kate counted to three for the start. Just as Kate said three, 
Mary tightened her grip on my hand to the point where it almost hurt. I 
looked at her arm and her muscles had come alive. We each held our 
ground for about two minutes when Mary started to take a slight 
advantage over me. I couldn't believe this was happening, I was actually 
losing to my little sister who was 5 years younger than me. She 
continued to slowly push my hand toward the table as the look of 
confidence on her face grew more prominent. I gave it everything I had 
and I managed to push her back to the upright position and then started 
to take her arm toward the table. We had been going for about 4 minutes 
by now and my arm was starting to burn and I could see by the look on 
Mary's face that she was feeling about the same, her teeth were gritted 
and she was beginning to grunt from the exertion. Just when I thought I 
was going to take her hand all the way down, she let out a loud grunt 
and brought our hands back to the starting position where I was able to 
stop her again. We held tight for another minute fighting off fatigue 
when Mary mustered up one more push and started to push my hand down 
toward the table. There was no way I was going to let this happen, so I 
used every ounce of strength I had left and I was able to stop my hand 
from getting any closer to the table, but not for long. With one last 
surge from her swollen bicep, she started my hand moving down again and 
the next thing I knew... I had been beaten. 

My head dropped into my hands in complete exhaustion and Mary did the 
same. I lifted my head and said, "I can't believe it, my little sister 
is stronger than me... I absolutely can't believe it!" Mary lifted up 
her head and said radiantly, "I actually did it, I didn't think that I 
could, but I did it. These muscles are really something aren't they 
Mike?" She flexed the arm that she had just beaten me with and it was 
swollen to even larger proportions than before. I couldn't believe my 
eyes, her arms were definitely larger than mine right now. I said, "They 
sure are Mary, I can't believe you are stronger than me." She said, "You 
already said that, aren't you going to congratulate me on my victory?" I 
looked at her with a beaten expression on my face and extended my hand 
and said, "Congratulations Mary, you beat me fair and square... maybe I 
should start working out with you.?" 

I gave her a firm hand shake and got up from the table and started to 
walk toward the sink to clean the dishes in my beaten misery. Mary then 
said, "You know what, I think that I should give you one more chance, 
but this time you can arm wrestle Kate so she can see how strong she is 
against you." I said quietly, "OK, but what does the winner get." Mary 
leaned back in her chair and thought for a second and said, "How's this 
sound to you, if you can beat her, I won't tell anyone that I beat you 
and I will make dinner and breakfast until Mom and Dad get home." I 
said, "What if Kate wins?" Kate said, "If I win, we get to tell all of 
your friends that we beat you at arm wrestling and you have to cook for 
both of us... and you have to buy us some more weights." I gave this 
proposition some thought and decided that I could beat Kate so I 
accepted the terms. I figured that she was not only 6 years younger than 
me, but I was about a foot taller than her and I outweighed her by a 
good 60 to 70 pounds. We agreed that we would arm wrestle in two days. 

**** 

This time I was determined not to lose, so I didn't even wait until the 
next day to go to the gym. I went there that night after I washed up the 
dishes and finished my homework. I was so much into it that I didn't 
even stop over at Tammy's that night... I didn't even think about it. 
While I was at the gym I worked out harder than I ever had before in my 
life and I was there until the place closed. 

The next day after school, I headed straight over to the gym and started 
hitting the weights hard. I was there for about three hours and when I 
left I was so tired I was hardly able to lift my arms. When I got home, 
it was about 7:00 and Mary and Kate were in the basement working as hard 
as always. The sound of the weights clanging didn't give me any comfort 
while I in the kitchen making dinner for the three of us. I made 
something simple because my mind was just a little preoccupied with the 
thought of losing at arm wrestling to a 10 year old girl and having 
everyone it town hear about it. 

That night we all ate dinner and at every opportunity, I skirted the 
issue of the upcoming match. The whole time while eating, the two girls 
were talking about how to make their muscles stronger and flexing their 
biceps, I sat there quietly and ate my dinner. Although Mary didn't say 
it, I'm sure she could tell that I was a little nervous about having to 
arm wrestle Kate, especially after losing to her. Mary knew as well as I 
did that Kate had bigger biceps that her... this fact was made evident 
by the way she was continuously flexing her muscles at the table and 
giving me passing smiles. 

Finally Mary broke my silence and asked me if everything was alright. I 
looked at her and said that everything was fine, just a little trouble 
with Tammy. She said, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, I thought you might 
be nervous about having to arm wrestle little Ms. Muscles here." She 
pointed at Kate who immediately struck an impressive double bicep pose 
and said, "You aren't scared of these little ole things are you?" I 
looked at her and said, "No Kate, I'm just thinking about Tammy right 
now. I'm sorry for being so quiet." Kate retracted her young, bulging 
biceps and said, "What happened Mike, did you two have a fight?" Being 
that I was lying about thinking about Tammy because I didn't want to let 
them know I WAS nervous about the match, I said, "Not really, but she 
just seemed a depressed about something today, that's all." They both 
looked relieved to hear that because they thought that Tammy and I made 
a great couple. 

**** 

After dinner that night I went back to the gym again and worked out just 
as hard as I had earlier. My muscles were really pumped by the end of 
the workout and I was starting to feel confidence going into the match 
tomorrow. 

The next day after school, I decided I should pass on going to the gym 
because I didn't want to burn myself out before the arm wrestling match, 
I wanted to be at my best. I stopped over at Tammy's for a little while 
and we just talked. She wanted to go straight to her bedroom just like 
always, but I told her that I had to get home because I had promised 
Mary that I was going to make her a nice dinner to make up for the great 
cooking that she had given me over the past couple of days. Tammy 
offered to help, but I told her that I wanted to try doing it on my own 
just to see if I could actually cook something good. I told her that if 
it turned out good, I would have her over for a candle-light dinner the 
next week. 

Tammy was a little stubborn to accept this, but I managed to talk her 
into letting me leave without sex. Of course while I was there I had to 
massage her muscles. That was something that always made me feel better 
and made her feel better too. Only this time I wasn't into it as much as 
I had been in the past because I was thinking about the muscles that I 
would be facing tonight and the shame that I would have to face if I 
were to lose to this strong little girl. 

**** 

I got home and started making dinner. True to my words to Tammy, I was 
making a good dinner this evening. I was trying my hand at spaghetti 
with meat sauce. I had learned from my home economics teacher that 
adding seasoning and spices to the most basic of foods can make them 
very tasty. It turned out she was right. Both Mary and Kate were very 
impressed with my cooking and they each told me several times that it 
was delicious. 

Once we were done eating, the food really weighed in our stomachs and 
the tension that had been building me in over the past couple of days 
was relieved because it had been replaced by the tension in my belt. 

Finally Kate broke the silence that had fallen over the table and said, 
"OK Mike, are you ready to get down to business, this muscle is getting 
anxious?" She then raised her arm and flexed her bicep which looked very 
thick powerful. I guess seeing these two girls over the past couple of 
days with all of their muscles, I had almost forgotten that Kate was 
only 10 years old... you would have never guessed by looking at her well 
formed biceps, there were boys my age that wished their muscles were as 
big as hers. I said, "Whenever you are Kate, I assume that you will need 
the phone book as well?" Mary went into the other room and grabbed the 
phone book and placed in front of Kate. She leaned forward and put her 
hand up in the starting position and gave her bicep a squeeze showing 
it's high peak. I brought my hand up to hers and our hands clenched. 
Although her hand was much smaller than mine, her grip was even stronger 
than Mary's and I took little comfort in that. The ease I had been 
feeling minutes ago quickly left me and I once again became nervous 
about what might happen in the next couple of minutes. This time Mary 
did the counting and on the count of three, our arms locked in a dead 
heat. I was feeling pretty good, apparently all that time I had spent in 
the gym had paid off for me. I was holding her steady and I wasn't even 
putting too much effort out. Catching me off guard, Kate said, "Are you 
ready to start yet Mike?" Apparently she wasn't putting out too much 
effort either, so I increased the pressure on her hand. Her arm started 
to bend back but she quickly halted my progress and brought me back to 
the start position, then started to take my hand down. All of the sudden 
I thought that my worst fear was about to come true... I was going to 
lose at arm wrestling to a 10 year old girl, but I guess that thought 
gave me strength because I pulled her back up and I started my descent 
once again, this time taking her more than half way down to the table. 
Once again, she stopped my movement and let out a powerful grunt and 
pulled me back up a couple of inches shy of the start position. We held 
there in a deadlock for only a few seconds when Kate leaned her shoulder 
forward, turned my wrist back and pulled my arm past the upright 
position and I felt my strength beginning to fade, but I was still 
holding  on. I looked at her face and it was a look to total strain and 
concentration. To be honest, it scared me a little, but it didn't make 
me want to throw in the towel. I looked down at my arm, and my bicep was 
totally pumped, it was larger than I had every seen it before. Then I 
glanced at Kate's arm and her muscle had swollen to a larger proportion 
than mine and seemed as steady as a rock while I was starting to show 
signs of fatigue. I held her at the half-way down point for about a 
minute but finally my strength was gone and she began to push my hand 
down to the table. When I was about an inch away from losing, I gave it 
one last push with everything I had left in me, but it wasn't enough to 
do more than delay her victory by only a couple of seconds. My hand was 
pushed down to the table in defeat. 

Immediately Kate jumped up and struck a double bicep pose and said, "My 
muscles are so strong and big I can beat a 16 year old boy at arm 
wrestling. I love these muscles." She then began to flex and unflex her 
arms and brought her right arm up to her head and kissed her bicep. Kate 
then looked at me and said excitedly, "Just look at these muscles, have 
you ever seen anything so big and strong, feel them!" She walked around 
the table and flexed her strong bicep in my face and I brought my hand 
up to surround its mass. Indeed, this little girl had some spectacular 
muscles. She then lifted her flexed arm up toward her head while my hand 
was stretched across her massively peaked bicep and I was almost lifted 
from my seat when she said, "Tell me how big and hard my muscles are... 
just think, they are only 10 years old too." I said humbly, 
"Congratulations Kate, you are too strong for me... you've got some 
powerful muscles there." She stood there pumping up her bicep under my 
hand and said, "Thanks you Mike, you were a worthy opponent, but these 
were just a little too much for you I think." She then raised up her 
other arm in a double bicep pose in front of me and  I brought my other 
hand up to her other arm. She then gave her biceps a mighty flex and 
raised her arms up toward her head and she actually lifted me from the 
chair for a second just by flexing. I pulled my hands back from her and 
said to her and Mary, "Well now that you have won, I assume that you are 
going to run out and tell all of my friends that you both beat me at arm 
wrestling?" Mary looked at me and could see the hurt on my face and 
said, "I changed my mind Mike, I can see how much that would hurt you, 
so we're not going to do that to you, but I am going to hold you to the 
rest of the deal and one more thing..." I said, "Thank you for not 
telling everyone about this, what else is it that you want?" She said, 
"Well, Kate and I have been talking about this and we think that we 
would like to play football with you guys the next time that you go out. 
Do we have a deal?" I looked at her and Kate and said, "Are you sure 
that you want to do that? You could really get hurt out there, I 
wouldn't want anything to happen to either of you." Kate said still 
flexing her biceps, "I think we proved that we can handle ourselves. 
We'd be more than happy to tell everyone that we beat you at arm 
wrestling if you don't let us play." She continued flexing her arm 
repeatedly, "I'm sure if no one believed us, I could always give you a 
rematch to see what you can do against this muscle." I looked at her and 
said, "OK, I'll see what I can do, but don't say I didn't warn you if 
you get hurt." Both of their faces lit up with brilliant smiles and they 
said it was a deal. 

**** 

From that day on, life at home for me was a little odd because knowing 
that your little sister is stronger than you tends to do something to a 
guy's ego. Although she never gloated her superior strength the way that 
Kate had after beating me at arm wrestling, she knew that I knew she was 
stronger than me. Thinking about that makes me glad that her and I 
always got alone as kids and I never picked on her because she would be 
quite a force to be reckoned with. Being that I wanted to be stronger 
than her like it used to be, I kept going to the gym and working out 
hard, but she always stayed just a little bit stronger than me and 
worked out every day after school with Kate. Apparently my Mom saw what 
Mary was doing and and liked the idea of getting stronger, so she 
started working out too. My Dad had no idea, but he eventually found 
out...the hard way, but that's another story.