Mom and Sis Vampire Vampire_Lamia@yahoo.co.uk Steve is thrilled to find out that both the female specimens in his family are stronger than him. I was playing soccer with my friends one evening when my little sister Diane shouted, "Steve, mom is calling for you." "What is it?" I shouted still dribbling. "I don't know." "Fine! I am coming." Reluctantly I said bye to my friend and walked towards my 12 year old kid sister. At 5'9 I towered over her 5'2 body, was 5 years older and outweighed her by 70 pounds (I weighed 170). Diane was slim and very cute, with shoulder length wavy hair and deep blue eyes. Our bodies were vastly dissimilar. While I was plump and soft, she was slender and a bit harder. "Come on!" She said and caught hold of my wrist. Her palm was very hard. She was slim and thats why her bones felt hard. That is what I told myself. The back of her palms were crisscrossed by numerous blue veins, since her skin was thin. She started to lead me to the house. I had a wicked plan. I thought that I would suddenly stop and pull her hard and she would go scrambling down to the lush green grass. I stopped suddenly and yanked her back. Shockingly, she didn't fall down. It was me. As I stopped, she went on walking and I fell down. Her hand still holding me, and for a second I felt that she was dragging me. "O my God! Are you alright Steve. I am so sorry. What happened?" She asked her voice full of concern. "Nothing sis. I just tripped over and fell down. It was not your fault." I lied. But at the same time my mind was woking overtime, trying to figure out, how this happened. 'She isn't stronger than me, is she' I thought. Ofcourse not. Just look at her. She is thin and light and I on the other hand am big. It was just a freakish incident, I decided. I must have lost my balance or something. I got up and we sprinted to the house. "What is it mom?" I asked as we reached home. "You asked me whether you could get a tattoo or not. Didn't you?" Mom asked. "Yes mom but you told me not to." "Well son. You could get one if you still want to." "What are you saying mom?" I asked perplexed. How did my mom suddenly become so cool! "OK! I've to tell you something. Actually I've to show you something." She said and began rolling up the sleeve of her blouse. My mom had strong arms with good muscle definition. No sooner did she roll up the sleeve to her armpit that we saw a tatto on her beefy arm. The tattoo was in the shape of an ornamented cross. "Wow mom." Diane shouted and grabbed mom's arm above the tattoo. "It looks beautiful." She rubbed her tattoo for some time and then told me. "Go ahead. See for yourself. It is so cool." Meanwhile mom flexed her arms and a large muscle popped out in her biceps, which seemed to expand the tattoo to almost twice its size. I placed my hand over it. But instead of admiring the tattoo, I was feeling her hard muscled arms. They were rock hard. "This means I can get a tattoo too." I asked. "If you still want it. If you want I can do it myself." Mom said relaxing her arm as the tattoo contracted to its normal size. "You can?" I asked and mom nodded her head. "Yes I do. I'll also get a tattoo on my arm." I said excitedly. "Me too mom. Please." Diane pleaded. "Allright. Let me get the needle. I should tell you that I've practicing my fine art lessons, and the tattoo on my arm is my own creation. If you can call tattoo fine art, ie." Mom said before leaving for the needle. She returned in a moment. And all three of us sat down. "Who'll go first?" Mom asked. "I will." I said and removed my shirt. Getting a tattoo with a sleeveless vest on, might be easier. Mom gripped my biceps and got ready. "Your arms are so soft Steve. You should really start working out. Have you seen any seventeen year old guy which has less muscles than his 50 year old mom?" Mom said to me, and Diane started giggling. "Shut up." I said to Diane. "Oh yeah. Feel my arm mom." Diane said and removed her jacket. I was stunned to see her bare arms. They were thicker and very muscular. Her forearms were crisscrossed with greenish blue veins. She tensed her arms and her biceps expanded into a small melon sized mass of striated muscle. Her biceps looked even more pumped than mom's. Diane's biceps looked unreal since the rest of her body was gracefully slender though hard. And her massive arms just dominated the rest of her physique. Mom felt her biceps and was visibly impressed. "Outstanding, Diane." She exclaimed. "Go ahead Steve. Feel your sister's biceps." I ran my hands over her biceps, which were hard like a rock and smooth milky white with a vein running through it to her sinewy forearms. I pinched her hulky biceps and squeezed them but was unable to make a dent. Her arms were so hard. "Mom, can we get the tattoo later?" Diane asked. "I am too excited to find out that I am stronger than my big brother. Wait till I tell my friends about it." "You are not stronger than me." I roared. "Fine then. Lets armwrestle." She said and placed her elbow on the table. "Allright. You'll see." I said and put my elbow down as well. "Just a second kids." Mom interrupted. She took my hand and led me to another room. "Are you sure you wanna do this. Your sister's arms look really tough. I don't think even I can defeat her." "No way mom. I am gonna defeat her in a second." I said boastfully. "Allright then. But you've been warned." We returned back to the room where Diane was flexing and relaxing her biceps. Every next moment her bicep would pop out and completely dominate any other bicep in the room. I knew she was strong, but with my height and weight advantage, I could surely pin her arm down. We clasped and her grip was hard and unforgiving. Her hardened fingers dug into my palm. Mom counted to three and both of us poured in with massive strength. My mouth went dry when her bicep rounded up and balled into a bicep bigger than my own. Her bicep was huge and defined with a thick vein on top of it expanding her milky white skin. Her forearm was a mass of sinews and veins running wildly all over the thick muscles. In five seconds flat, she pressed my arm down to the table. "Oh God!" I exclaimed as Diane jumped in excitement. "See, I told you I was stronger than you." She sang cheerfully. "Come on Diane. Sober down." Mom said. "Hey mom. Would you armwrestle me too? Please mom, please..." "OK." Mom said. "But if you lose you'll promise not to tell anyone that you defeated Steve." I looked at mom thankfully. Mom removed her jacket. She was wearing sleeveless tee-shirt underneath. Her arms were huge and well muscled. But they weren't so much defined as my sister's. And mom's arms also didn't reveal too many veins. Veins were visible but not as many as Diane's. Mom and Diane locked hands, and this time it looked like the clash of Titans. Both mom and Diane had muscular physique, but where mom was a little beefed up, Diane was thin and wiry. I counted and they poured in their amazing strength each testing the other. Mom's bicep balled up to huge proportion. I knew my mom's biceps measured 14 inches, and from the looks of it Diane's bicep was almost the same size as mine at around 13 inches. I was enthralled to see two female biceps bulging with hard muscles right infront of me. And even more thrilled to know that both these strong girs were way stronger than me. Mom started dominating the match. She took Diane's hand very close to the table in about 15 seconds, but Diane wasn't giving up. She grunted and poured in with all the energy. Her biceps started expanding even more. As I saw her biceps getting even more bulked up, I feared that her skin would burst with all those muscles underneath. Her arms got even more scarred with puffy veins. Atlast she couldn't hold it any longer and mom pressed her arm down. The match had taken 45 seconds, and both mom and Diane were spent. "You are very strong Diane. I am so proud of you. I've never had so much problem in defeating anyone, I've armwrestled." Mom said. "I think you'll get even stronger with time." "In the meantime, I'm satisfied to know that I am not the weakest member of the family." She said and walked off winking at me. [Comments and ideas are appreciated]