Kelly Vampire Vampire_Lamia@yahoo.co.uk Probably, the best story I've written so far. But its up to to the readers to decide. Chapter 1: Jane was cleaning the spilt milk on the kitchen floor. Behind her, in the dining area, a constant buzz of conversation reached her ears. She sighed sleepily. The mealTome discussions between her daughter and son had grown steadily more rambunctious. Having cleaned the floor, she returned to the dining room. Jane was a beautiful woman in her forties. Her husband had left her eight years ago when John was seven and Kelly was just three years old. Since then she had taken care of her two kids all alone. "Now you two! Stop fighting." She said sternly to the kids. "But mom, John started it." "I don't wanna hear a word. Now behave. I've to go out." "Ok mom." She said. Jane looked at John severely, and he also nodded his head. At around 6 in the evening, Jane was ready to go out. Her gown was a cute pink, with a deepneck which exposed a little of her full, ripe breasts. Her bare arms were slim, like the rest of her body but were muscular. Her biceps jumped up and down and looked very sexy on her thin arms. She kissed her kids goodbye, as her date came to pick her up. She had recently started seeing this really handsome man from the neighbourhood. As soon as she left, both the kids went to their rooms. They were very fond of each other but used to have a few fights just like any other siblings. Both the kids were very goodlooking taking after their beautiful mom. John was fourteen. He was tall, just a bit stout but very cute. His body was a bit soft but he had good features. He was 5'6" and weighed 150. Kelly was eleven years old and very cute with a tight and athletic body. She was a gymnast and had been in active sports for four years now. She was 5' and weighed 115. Kelly got bored watching television. She turned it off and decided to go to John's room. Chapter 2: John's diary: September 1st, 2002. Mom left at around 6. Kelly went to her room to watch some cartoon show. I went to my room and switched on my computer. After checking my mails, I started surfing my favourite sites like thevalkyrie, armfan, musclefanUK's site etc. Tom came a few minutes later. I saw him as he was coming through the lawn. I opened the door before he could ring the bell. "Hi John! How are you?" "Come on in, Tom." Both of us went to our room and sat down infront of the computer. Tom also had a fetish about muscular girls. We used to discuss a lot about strong girls and their biceps and muscles. He was a bit nerdy. He was 5'5 and weighed 123 pounds. "Hey did you see Martina Navratilova on TV? She is so strong. Her biceps really bulged every Tome she hit a shot." He said, as we were busy watching Rebecca's biceps(in armfan.com). "Tell me about it. And that sexy vein running over her taut biceps. Boy, Martina can lift both of us at once and she won't even break a sweat curling us. She has really some serious muscles on that wiry 45 year old body of hers." "I know! She really is a muscular mantlepiece." Tom said, clicking on 'back' button of the browser. "When Do You Think We Are Really Gonna Touch A Real Female Bicep?" I wondered aloud. "Hey John, haven't you touched your mom's arms?" He asked smiling. "What the fuck do you mean?" I asked, furious at him. "Chill man. I am just saying. I mean your mom has some real muscles in her arms." I was mad at Tom for saying this, but I was intrigued. It was true that my mom had some remarkable biceps for a slender lady like her. But thinking about them was gross. "Shut up Tom. Its my mom you are talking about." I shouted. "Hey, what are you getting all worked up about. I only said that your mom has nice muscles. And since you live with her, you might have touched her bare biceps." Tom said. "OK! Lets drop the subject." I said silencing him. "All right." He said and we resumed our female muscle surfing. We checked out a few groups in yahoo and saw some gorgeous ladies with their shoulders popping and their biceps bulging in splendour. "Hey John! I am sorry." Tom said a while later. "Its okay Tom." I said, but his apology again forced me to remember his perception of my mom. I shut down the computer and we lay sprawled on my bed sipping coke and talking. Tom was a very jovial person just like me and we were like the best of friends. "Hey Tom! What was the deal about my mom earlier?" I asked him. "Nothing John. All I said was that she has some nice biceps and thats all. It wasn't that I was thinking about your mom in some bad manner. Even my mom has some biceps but most of her arm is fat." "Umhh. You are right though, my mom does have somewhat muscular arms." I said proudly. Compared to Tom's mom, my mom was a stunner. She was a stunner anyways as well. But it was true, she had a slimly muscled physique. "Even I have muscular arms." Tom said and started flexing his arms. A well defined bicep appeared. I also flexed, but my arm didn't have as much definition, though my arm was thicker. "Ha ha.. I am stronger than you." Tom said kidding. "Oh, is that so. Come on, lets armwrestle. Then we'll see, who is stronger." So we placed our elbows on the table. Tom counted three and we started. We were evenly matched. Just then there was a knock and Kelly walked in. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" She asked coming nearer. "Wow Tom, nice biceps." Tom grunted to add more force, if nothing but to impress my kid sister. I also couldn't lose infront of my sister. So I poured in with all my strength as well. It was a long drawn battle. Eventually I started forcing his arm down. After what seemed like eternity, I pinned his arm to the table. "John rules!" I said as we got up. "Hey! Even I wanna armwrestle." Kelly said. "Oh come on Kelly, you are a kid." I said dismissing her. "Come on," said Tom, "I'll armwrestle you." I looked severely at Tom. I knew he was going to derive pleasure out of it. But I couldn't say that infront of Kelly. "Take some Tome to recuperate. Then we'll armwrestle," said Kelly. Tom obliged. "Hey, I am just armwrestling your sister because she wanted to. Don't worry, if you think I have some ulterior motives, I'll decline." Tom said sincerely. "Its OK, Tom. You can armwrestle her." I said. We talked around for ten minutes, before Kelly reminded us of the impending armwrestling match. Tom readied himself. He rolled up his half sleeved teeshirt to show his thin but muscular arms. Kelly removed her jacket. She was wearing tightfitting tanktop underneath. To our surprise she had a pretty solid body. Kelly was very early in puberty and had already started getting breasts though they were small. But by the looks of small swellings of her young breasts, she was going to get big and beautiful there. Her broad shoulders moulded down to a slim solid waist. It was the first Tome in years I was seeing my sister in a tight fitting sleeveless shirt and was I impressed! Tom almost lost himself. They placed their elbows on the table. Kelly's arm was shorter but thicker. They locked hands and I could see Tom supress a gasp. I counted and Tom poured in with all his might. By the looks of it Kelly was merely testing Tom. After about Tom started getting nervous as Kelly poured in. Her biceps bulged incredulously. A prominent vein popped up on top of her biceps. Her forearms were already run over and over by numerous veins. Even the sinews on her wrists were remarkable. In about 15 seconds, she had pinned Tom's arm. "Yeahhh..." she shouted standing up. "I defeated Tom. I am stronger than him." She said as she hugger me tightly. I felt her hard body against mine, and boy was she tough. I wasn't too happy as her young breasts were pressed against my body. She let me go, and sat down on the table again. "Come on John. Now we'll armwrestle." I was dreading such a moment having witnessed her brute power as she humiliated my friend infront of my eyes. But I couldn't back out. Suddenly the phone rang. It was for Kelly. "I'll be brief and then we will armwrestle." She said and went to her room to pick up the extension. "Oh my God! Did you look at the size of her biceps?" Tom shouted. "I know. Oh God, what am I gonna do Tom? She's gonna cream me." "Yeah! But boy, is she a powerhouse or what?" We discussed my kid sister for a while until she returned even though I felt a little awkward discussing the muscularity of my sister's arms. "I am ready." She said as she softly closed the door behind her. We locked hands and I gasped, her grip was punishing. Tom counted and we started. In the beginning, neither of us applied force. Both of us were testing each other. Suddenly, I applied force to take her by surprise, but her arm did not move. How strong was she! She smiled and started applying some force. She started pushing my arm down. I was in panic. I noticed her bulging biceps and forearms and suddenly knew the result of this little encounter. She forced my arm down decisively. I sat there stupefied for a second, before Kelly got up and went behind my chair. Affectionately she put her muscular arm around my neck and kissed my head. "Its okay John. I always knew, I was stronger than you. Hell! I am stronger than any boy or girl in my class." Tom was in heaven. "Hey Kelly, would you mind showing us your biceps?" I looked up as my sister slowly curled her bare arms. Her arms thickened considerabely and a rock solid bicep bulged out of her sinewy arm, thick, taut triceps underneath. My eleven year old sister had bigger muscles than me. Tom reached out and cupped her massive bicep. "Come on John. Feel them. They are your sister's." She said to me and then addressing Tom, she said, "ward off Tom, first my brother will feel them. Tom reluctantly removed his hand from her stout bicep and stood back as my trembling hand felt her mountanious egg shaped muscle. I squeezed her arm, but she was as hard as steel. I ran my finger down the large vein that had popped up on the peak of her bicep. I traced the seductive vein down to her forearms where there were veins all over. Disgustingly, I felt myself hardening. I let go of her arm instantly. Kelly didn't understand, why I suddenly removed my arms from her biceps, but Tom did. He smiled at me understandingly. "Hey, can you pick me up?" Tom asked. "Easily silly." She said and wrapped her strong arms around his legs and lifted him forcibly off the ground. "Ohhh..." moaned Tom. She started walking with Tom in her arms as if he weighed nothing. She put him down a few seconds later. "I can even lift John." She boasted. "No way." I said, but she warded off my resistance and grabbed my butt hoisting me high in the air. Tom and I were spellbound by such an amazing display of power. She bounced me a bit and I felt myself hardening again. Luckily she put me down. "Hey, you know what. I bet you can't lift both of us together." Tom butted in. "Shut up Tom." I said. "I can!" Kelly said. She squatted down and told us to mount her shoulders. Her butt tightened to twin balls of steel as she squatted. At first I declined, but she kept on insisting and I agreed. First Tom mounted her right shoulder. Then I went over and mounted her left shoulder. I was amazed by the hardness and strength of her shoulders. Not only that, but they were very broad, so we could sit easily. Then she stood up and Tom and I hung on for our life. She stood up neat and clean with both of us completely supported by her mammoth shoulders. She started walking around with both of us on her shoulders as if we weighed nothing at all. Tom looked at me and said, " So I guess your question has been answered." "Which question?" I asked. "Whether you'll be able to touch a real female bicep or not." Comments and feedback are appreciated! I'd love to discuss muscular sisters, moms or women in general with readers.