This choice: Amber is up for another round, Jerome reluctantly agrees • Go Back...Chapter #5Amber is up for another round, Jerome reluctant... by: Solan   Amber continued to caress her own right bicep in a state of dazed wonder. It was so big now, at least the size of a baseball! And hard as a rock! How was that even possible?!?
"Dude, are you all right?" Davy asked his twin. Shifting her attention to her beaten opponent Amber saw that Dylan was still lying sprawled across the top of the picnic table, panting. The knowledge that she had somehow grown even stronger than her gymnast jock of a brother positively thrilled Amber. For once in her life she felt proud and powerful, instead of insignificant and overlooked-and she loved it!
Rising from her chair she circled around the table and literally forced her way between Jerome and Davy.
"Come on, big guy," she said. "Let me help you up."
Amber did want to assist her obviously exhausted brother, but she wanted even more to show off her impressive new strength, to be seen literally physically supporting Dylan when the latter looked as though he could barely walk. What a picture that would make, Dylan having to lean on his three inch shorter sister!
Placing her hands on Dylan's lats she lifted him up from his chair with ease. He certainly wasn't as heavy as she'd expected; she felt like she could have carried him in her arms, bridal style, if she had wanted to. The thought made her giggle in delight.
His masculine pride painfully stung by his defeat, Dylan angrily broke free from his victorious sister's tight grasp.
"I'm fine!" he insisted forcefully.
Unfortunately his first step put the lie to those words, as he stumbled against Jerome and almost fell.
"Don't be so stubborn!" Amber scolded. She slipped her head under Dylan's left arm, grabbing his dangling wrist with her left hand and wrapping her right arm firmly around his torso. The funny tingling sensation immediately returned, centered in her left hand and across her neck where Dylan's bare arm was resting.
Dylan opened his mouth to to protest again, but instead yawned hugely. The fifteen year-old kept trying to pull away from his sister, but his efforts were so weak that Amber was able to hold onto him without even straining. In fact she was able to shoulder virtually his entire body weight as they crossed the backyard with no problem whatsoever. If anything it actually felt like he was getting lighter! Either that, or she was getting even stronger than she already was!
"Let me take him," Justin offered, stepping forward as they reached the patio door. Amber was a bit disappointed to hand over her burden;she had happily envisioned "girlhandling" Dylan all the way up the stairs to his room. As she gave her younger brother to her older one, the tingling sensation abruptly ceased. Amber was beginning to get an idea about what that feeling meant, but she needed to test her hypothesis further before she would be willing to believe it. And the best test of all was standing right there in her own backyard.
"Okay, Jerome!" Amber called out assertively as she sauntered back to the table with a new, feline grace. "Now it's my turn to challenge the champ!"
Dropping back into her chair she confidently exteneded her arm across the table, beckoning him forward with a teasing wave of her fingers.
Jerome frowned, not moving. He didn't understand how Amber could possibly have beaten Justin in arm wrestling, much less Dylan! Neither of them were anywhere close to him in terms of brawn, of course, but they still should have been able to slam Amber's hand down in less than a second. And they hadn't let her win; he'd seen the stunned, disbelieving expressions on their faces as Amber had defeated them. Now she wanted to arm wrestle him. Intellectually he knew there was no way she could possibly win, yet what he'd seen tonight had shaken him. There was definitely something weird going on here and he didn't like it one bit.
As Jerome stood there, indescisive, Davy hurried toward the house.
"Where are you going?" Amber asked.
"I want to go make sure Dylan's okay," Davy explained, turning toward her.
"Uh uh," Amber shook her head, her long, dark hair flying from side to side. "You can do that later. We need a referee."
Davy halted, glancing uncertainly between Amber and the house.
"Sit!" she snapped, pointing to the chair on her left. Jerome started at the unexpected authority in the girl's suddenly commanding voice. Davy did more than that; he practically leapt to obey, scrambling into the seat Amber had indicated.
Now that was new! He had never seen shy little Amber order even her younger brothers around before, nor would he have expected that she could ever sound so masterful. It was as if she knew she was in charge now, and wanted everyone else to know it too.
"Well, Jerome?" the seventeen year-old asked him challengingly. "What are you waiting for? You're not afraid of losing, are you?"
Okay, now she was crossing the line. He worked hard for years to get the body he had; he wasn't about to let some fat little girl think he was afraid of her.
Dropping down into the chair across from Amber Jerome seized her right hand with his own. Immediately a weak, watery feeling washed over Jerome. Ignoring it, he squeezed his opponent's hand hard. Amber flinched a little, but not nearly as much as he'd thought she would. Then she had the nerve to smirk at him and he abruptly realized that he'd been wrong. Amber wasn't fat or little, not anymore. The extra pounds she'd always carried around had vanished; she looked sleek and lean, with curves he never remembered noticing on her before. Her face was a lot prettier without all the fat, and even her breasts looked considerably larger than he rememberd. Hard as he found it to believe, Amber was really hot now!
Still, he wished Davy would hurry up with the countdown; he was really starting to feel tired and, whether his opponent was hot or not, he wanted to get this match over with. Finally Davy said "One!" and Jerome threw his all into overwhelming Amber. He began forcing her arm downward, enjoying the look of desperation on her face as she bit her lip with the effort. Yeah, there was no way she was going to win against him, even if he was tired!
Yet as the seconds passed it was becoming progressively harder for him to continued moving Amber's arm down. Her sizeable bicep was actually bulging against the fabric of her shirt and somehow she seemed to be putting forth greater and greater resistance. It didn't help that his energy was abruptly deserting him. Sure, he'd already had two matchs, but so had she, and he had to have a lot more endurance than she did!
He wrestled her arm past the forty-five degree mark, and his advantage in leverage should have started making things easier for him, but he found himself having to work more than ever and gaining even less ground for it. Then their linked hands came to a stop, about three-quarters of the way down. Jerome redoubled his efforts, only to find he couldn't budge Amber's arm by so much as one more millimeter.
Unable to comprehend what was happening Jerome looked across into Amber's face, searching for signs that she was on the verge of giving in, her unbelievable strength nearing its end. What he saw was exactly the opposite. All signs of strain had left her exquisite features; she looked calm and at ease with the situation, like she could do this for another five hours without breaking a sweat.
Jerome was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle another five minutes! It felt like he was straining against the immovable stone arm of a statue! And he was just so tired, moreso than after any workout he'd had in his life.
A ripping sound made him glance down. To his amazement, he saw that Amber's bulging bicep had torn through her shirt sleeve! It was every bit as big as Priscilla Newton's-no, it was bigger!
Then the impossible happened: his straining, trembling arm started to shift back toward the center of the table.
No! It couldn't be! Jerome dug down into his final reserves, but it changed nothing. Amber kept forcing his arm back, her own very muscular limb steady as a freaking rock. Almost sobbing now he tried to stop her, but he was nearly spent and she was just so STRONG! Stronger than him, stronger than anyone he'd ever met before. He didn't know how that could be, but there was no denying the painful reality of it.
They went past the halfway point and her great bicep wasn't even flexing anymore. This was easy for her now! He could tell by the sexy, superior smile she was shooting him!
She slammed his hand to the pine table so hard that he was genuinely afraid she might have broken it. He wanted to examine it to see, but humiliatingly she hadn't released him, and he knew better now than to think he could break the grip of this raven-haired Amazon.
"Winner and supreme champion, Amber Smith!" Davy declared excitedly. Stranding up Amber let him go and hit a magnificent, breathtaking double biceps pose, shredding her remaining sleeve in the process. Jerome stared helplessly up at the most built and beautiful girl he'd ever had the privilege of laying eyes on.
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