LOVE MUSCLES WIN OVER LOVELY BRAWN

Story by misfit446

Here is a story I finished before I had to leave town for work. Was gone 15 days. Thanks to Basil Jelly for the blur. Didn't want to use the face. Enjoy.

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LOVE MUSCLES WINS OVER LOVELY BRAWN

It was kinda funny, or at least Gwen thought so. She sat on the couch watching television as her older sister Cynthia, or “Cyn” for short, sucked, slobbered and cooed over her hard cock.

A few months ago this scene would only have been a fantasy for Gwen, a fantasy she used many times to get her crank off.

The two siblings were total opposites from the beginning. Cynthia was short and extremely thin. Gwen was taller and nicely rounded in all the right places, even as young as they were.

They fought, scrapped about, argued and grew to ‘love to hate’ each other. The two formed separate cliques and rarely hung out together except for boring family gatherings.

Their parents had tried to counsel them to be more loving, or at least friendly toward each other. Since Cynthia was two years older, the toys at Christmas did not have to be exact matches. But if Cynthia got a doll, Gwen did too. If one got a game, the other got another one, and both ordered to share or at least trade if one wanted to play the other’s game.

So the two girls learned the age old business of bartering. Everything they did was now practically a business deal.

Because Gwen was born ‘different’, Cynthia felt that her little sister was getting just a bit more consideration and attention than she thought was owed her, she being older and all.

So at an early age, Cynthia began doing sports, from gymnastics to swimming to tennis. Striving to be the best to get any earned attention from her parents, she put 110% into everything she did. And it paid off usually. At ten, she was rated third in the state for swimming in her age group for the 800. In tennis at twelve, she was fifth in the state and got a medal at the state championships.

Having some praise from her parents seemed to work wonders for the two children until one fateful day, Gwen went shopping with her mother. Cynthia had just got home from practice when they returned. Gwen was beaming as she strode in, bags in hand.

“Hey honey. Sorry we were late getting home. We went shopping and got waylaid.”

“It’s okay. I got a ride from Sandy’s Mom.”

“That’s good dear. Gwen? Go put your stuff away.”

“Okay Mom,” said the smirking ten year old, carrying her bags upstairs. With her interest piqued, Cynthia trudged upstairs with her equipment and tossed them on her bed. She walked down to Gwen’s room and knocked on the open door.

“So what did you get?”

“Nothing you need to know about,” Gwen answered cattily.

“Come on, let me see,” Cynthia offered, stepping in the room.

“No. Get out. MOOOOOMM!!!”

“Okay. Jeez, I was just trying to be nice.” Cynthia stomped out to her own bedroom and slammed her door in frustration.

Grinning, Gwen closed her door and locked it. She dumped out her stuff and went through it. Her mother had bought her bras. BRAS! At ten she was now sporting a b cup bust on her chest. Though she had hid her tits with big clothing, she reveled in the fact that she was almost as tall as her older sister AND had bigger tits.

Pulling off her big sweater, she caressed the bra she actually wore home under the t shirt she had on. Fingers felt the straps over her shoulders and dropped down to her handful baby blimps. She cupped them, feeling the underwire within the fabric. With a shwoosh, she whipped off the t shirt and looked at her encased creamy orbs in the mirror.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as she thought how her sister was gonna flip when she found out. That shiver hit her brain which echoed another signal that dropped like a rock down to her pelvic region. BAM! Her skirt front began to rise up as she felt a warming thickness begin its travel down her lithe thighs, out the tight leg of her underwear as her snake pushing up with the unladylike pressure of lustful blood pumping into it’s cavernous tubing.

“Oh man,” the girl muttered. Hands flew about removing all her clothing, including her boy boxers she now had to wear to accommodate her boy junk. She left her bra on and stood in front of the mirror again. Feeling her growing tits up sexually, she watched her thick sausage bloat and descend down from it’s growing weight. Her fleshy sack seemed to stretch down further as her balls began to shimmy and engorge.

Since she was eight she had learned the art of masturbation both with her cock and also with her immature clam. But now, puberty seemed to be hitting her like a freight train. Her then tiny dick was only four inches hard with little walnut sized testes. But now, her shaft had lengthened and widened to almost ten inches soft and her walnuts had now grown to resemble avocados. She even checked that fact by holding one next to her bulging balls on

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