Continue this story: I laughed out loud. NAME_1 was 4 years younger than me. I was 18 then. And I
was six inches taller than her 5-4. But she was broader than me. Anyways at
that time I thought that it was just fat. She weighed 145 pounds. I was 165
lbs.

"Yeah." I said. "Before you hurt me real bad, I am going to make mince meat
out of you."

"We'll see." She said confidently and raised her arms.

We locked hands. Our fingers interlocked, I poured in with all my strength.

But nothing happened. She still stood there. And then she started outmuscling
me. She forced me back. I tried as hard as I could but she was like a
bulldozer constantly pushing with brute strength. She kept on pushing me back
until my back was pinned against the wall. Then she pinned my arms against the
wall too.

I was stunned to say the least. My kid sister had just demolished me. She
looked triumphantly at me.

"O God! Dear dear brother! What has happened to you? You are a wimp." She said
sarcastically.

Suddenly I heard mom call me. This proved to be a blessing since NAME_1 let
go, after a few seconds. Before parting she said, "And by the way, this book
stays with me."

I went out of her room dejected and in extreme confusion.

Next day, as I was sitting watching TV in the living room, NAME_1 walked upto
me and sat down beside me on the couch. The moment I saw her I knew, she was
there with a purpose, and that was to intimidate me.

Her beefy arms were bare and her thick thighs looked amazingly solid beneath
her shorts. She saw me checking out her muscle-clad physique and carelessly
stretched. Her magnificent body oozed with power with sensual muscles
radiating massive strength. I noticed that she was bull necked and her bruidly
shoulders were broad.

Veins flowed down her rugged forearms. She stretched her arms as I sat there
staring at her. Her biceps, fully tensed, bulged into a hard ball, the size of
a cricket ball. Beefy triceps thickened into steel, and the veins in her
forearms became more prominent. A blackish blue vein on top of each of her
biceps also appeared. All this scared the shit out of me.

"Are you afraid of my muscles, dear brother?" She asked me out of the blue.

"What?"

"The way you are oggling at my arms.. It's quite evident that you are afraid
of me, and those soft arms of yours are no match for my rugged muscles." She
said rubbing her palm on my biceps.

