As Amber came downstairs, she helped her mother serve the dessert; freshly made coconut ice cream. Her favorite!
When she walked with the tray outside, she saw her brothers arm wrestling each other. She laughed. Dylan, the strongest of the twins, was wrestling Jerome as Justin and Davy looked on. Her dad, reading a newspaper, was spying on the boys as well from a distance, yet he didn’t interfere.
Amber put down the tray and distributed the desserts. As she was doing that, she couldn’t help but stare at Jerome’s arms from time to time. His biceps looked massive, at least to her definition of massive. It was obvious Jerome worked out as his biceps and triceps were clearly defined. His chocolate brown biceps popped up into an impressive peak; Dylan didn’t stand a chance. His arms were way smaller than Jerome’s, yet he managed to keep his arm up quite long.
“Go bro!” Davy yelled to support his twin brother.
Dylan’s expression clearly showed the force he was applying to try to push Jerome’s arm down. He looked straight into Jerome’s eyes to try to bend his mind, but Jerome could only smile. It looked as if Jerome wasn’t applying any force at all; he was so relaxed and cool. Yet he managed to prevent Dylan from pushing his arm down.
Then, as if he had played long enough, Jerome’s expression suddenly got serious. An evil grin appeared on his face as he slowly increased the pressure in his arm. His biceps popped up even further as he started pushing down Dylan’s arm. Dylan’s expression changed as well; surprise appeared on his face. He could not believe Jerome had not used his full strength yet; he was certainly much stronger than him.
Within a second after Dylan’s arm began to inch closer to his side of the table, Jerome applied such an explosion of force that he rammed Dylan’s arm on the tabletop. He had won, Dylan had lost!
Amber had positioned herself on a chair close to her father; she had a perfect view of the boys and their masculine rituals. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Jerome’s biceps get even slightly bigger from the last power surge. She so wanted him. Yet she managed to control herself.
Dylan, rubbing his arm in defeat, got up from the chair opposite Jerome and looked at Justin. “Your turn now!”
Justin looked at Jerome’s pumped upper arm and scratched the back of his head. Jerome saw this as he reclined and enjoyed his victory. “What’s the matter, afraid I’m going to beat you?”
Justin, inhaling deeply to gather courage, grabbed the chair opposite his buddy and put his elbow on the table. “Not at all, bring it on bi-atch!”
Jerome smiled as he put his elbow on the table and hooked his hand in with Justin’s. Davy, the referee, counted down. “Three…two…one!”
Unlike with Dylan, where Jerome liked to play around for a bit, he this time applied his maximum power in the first second. His upper arm grew into an impressive peak once again as he pushed against Justin’s hand.
Justin, who had smaller arms than his little brother, gave it everything he had, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t keep his arm up against the force Jerome was applying. Within 2 seconds after the countdown, Justin’s hand smashed the tabletop. Jerome pushed away his buddy’s hand as he kissed his biceps. “Wow, that was easy! You’re even weaker than I thought! I bet you wouldn’t even win from your little sister!”
Amber looked up as she noticed Jerome pointing at her. Justin stared at her as well, then at her arms. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt, as it was getting colder, so he couldn’t see much. Justin, also rubbing his arm after his last match, started laughing in Jerome’s face. “Her?! My little sister? Now you’re really judging me too low! I can beat her with one arm on my back!”
“We’ll see about that!” Jerome said as he turned his head towards Amber again. “So, what do you think? Up for a little match?”
Amber, looking at her brother and his skinny arms, normally wouldn’t be up for it. She hated arm wrestling, at least if doing it herself, as she was always the weakest of the family. And even though Justin’s arms looked small compared to Jerome’s, she knew he was a lot stronger than her. He was a boy, for that matter. Yet, this time, she felt really confident and energetic. She looked back at Jerome and replied: “Sure, why not!”
Justin, not expecting this reply, straightened up and laughed at his little sister as she approached. “Are you sure, sis? I don’t want to hurt you! I’m using all I’ve got, not saving any strength just because you’re a girl…OK?”
Amber looked at her brother with an unimpressed look. “Sure, whatever…” She positioned herself in Jerome’s chair and put her elbow on the table. She didn’t bother to roll up her sleeve.
“This is gonna be good!” Davy said to his twin brother, who was looking forward to the match as well. “The next match is me against Amber!” Dylan yelled.
Amber looked up at her little brother and grinned. Justin had replaced his elbow on the table as well and hooked his arm in with Amber’s. His hand was much larger than Amber’s delicate, soft, hands.
As Jerome started counting down, Amber couldn’t help but notice the same strange tingling feeling in her hand the moment she touched her brother. She looked up surprised as she scanned her brother’s face. He was too much into the game as not to notice a thing. The moment she heard Jerome yell “One!” she felt a force trying to push her arm down. It was Justin’s, however it was less powerful than she’d imagined.
Her arm was pushed down an inch or so, when she started applying pressure of her own. To both her, as well as the boys’ surprise she managed to push back Justin’s arm in the starting position. Her mouth fell open as she noticed how easy it was; she felt the opposite force of Justin slowly decreasing.
Justin in the mean time couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked on as he saw his own arm being pushed back. A strange sensation ran through his hand and arm, something he hadn’t felt before. He was becoming lightheaded as he felt the power in his body slowly disappear. He was almost starting to get sleepy; all he wanted to do was go to bed.
Amber, feeling more confident and powerful by the second, reached the point where she felt her own strength was stronger than Justin’s. She decided to go for it; giving it all her strength she pushed and pushed harder against Justin’s arm. To her surprise, it worked! Justin’s arm was slowly getting closer to his side of the table. After reaching 45 degrees; she applied one final power surge, smashing her brother’s arm onto the table top!
She let go of her brother’s hand and yelled in victory. “Oh my fricking god! I so totally owned you! I did it!”
Justin, who was slowly starting to understand what had happened, felt his own arm. The strange sensation had disappeared, but he felt weaker than before. How was that possible? He heard his brother’s and best buddy laugh at him as they cheered on with Amber.
“So Dylan…”, Amber said with much more confidence, “are you still up for the challenge?”
Dylan, even though he witnessed firsthand what happened to his bigger brother, was still certain he was much stronger than his sister, so he accepted the challenge. He helped Justin get out from the chair, as he was suddenly very sleepy. Jerome took care of him and helped him in a nearby chair.
Then Dylan positioned his elbow on the table, as did Amber. Their hands got closer and the moment they locked, the same tingling sensation was back in Amber’s arm. Dylan, feeling something was up, adjusted his seating as Jerome was counting down. He couldn’t tell what was up, but he felt something go through his arm.
As Jerome yelled “One!” Amber was more confident than the first time around; she immediately applied pressure against Dylan’s arm. Dylan, on the other hand, did the same thing and couldn’t believe the force his sister was applying. Was she really much stronger than him? He added more strength as he pushed all he got out of his arm. His biceps popped faintly into an impressive upper arm, but it didn’t help much.
Amber looked on at her brother’s arm as she felt his power increase. Yet, her own strength increased as well; it wasn’t difficult for her to keep her hand in the same vertical position. She waited several seconds as she saw her brother struggle to get a better grip, right until the point where his strength decreased considerably and her strength was strong enough to attack. At that point, she gave it all she had in one powerful explosion of strength, much like she had done before with Justin. Dylan didn’t know what happened to him; it was as if every ounce of strength he had was sucked out of his body as he witnessed his own arm getting slammed onto the table. He was defeated.
Amber couldn’t believe she had won twice in a row, from her much stronger brother’s. She let go of Dylan’s hand and started cheering in disbelief. Jerome and Davy cheered along with her as Dylan collapsed on the table in front of him, completely out of breathe.
“Oh my god! I have won twice in a row!” Amber yelled as she still couldn’t believe what she had just done. She felt different, much stronger and much more confident. After she had high-fived both Jerome as well as Davy, who both went to check up on Dylan, she discreetly checked her arm. She felt her biceps through the sleeve of her shirt; but was surprised by its size. That couldn’t be hers!
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