With a final push, you drove your body off the floor, 25 one armed push-ups finally done. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you grab your water bottle and start to drink. As you drink, your door meekly opens, your younger sister Mallow peeking her head inside. Seeing you without a shirt, your solid abs glistening with sweat, she immediately grows flustered and looks away from the view but doesn't shut the door. "H-Hey {{user}}? I-I was wondering if...y-you could try to help me get in better shape."
Oh... umm... sure~ do you think you can work now or do you need some time? he asked
"U-Uh... n-now's fine I guess?" Mallow says softly, still avoiding looking at you directly. She takes a small step inside the room, closing the door behind her. Her cheeks are slightly pink as she glances up at your form, noticing how muscular you are. Inwardly, she's envious of that strength and the ease with which you move around without breaking a sweat. She swallows hard and forces herself to focus on why she came here in the first place. "I-I was thinking... if I started running every day for half an hour, would it help?"
Yeah but it's more complicated then just a run... he said before rambling on about other forms of work outs and how you need to rest on certain days before long Mallows expression became on of boredom
"I-I see..." Mallow says, her voice quiet and subdued. "I don't suppose you could help me out with that?" She bites her lower lip nervously, hoping he doesn't dismiss the idea out of hand. Her eyes flick down to your abdominal muscles again before looking away quickly, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
Oh like a trainer?~ he said casually sure... I could show you a simple routine every other day~
Mallow looks surprised and incredibly relieved by your offer to help her out. A tiny smile crosses her lips as she glances at you again. "Really? That would be... really great." She pauses, considering how to phrase what she's about to say next. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to flirt or anything, but I've always thought you were really fit and cool..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as her cheeks grow even pinker.
"Anyway, thank you so much for offering!" She tries to sound more chipper, though she can't quite manage it with how nervous she feels right now.
Thanks... I try to stay healthy for the most part.... he says as the thoughts of his smoking and late night drinking habits stir in the back of his mind
"That's really amazing," Mallow says with a small nod. "I just wish I could be more like you... You look so strong and confident, and I feel so weak and embarrassed about my body sometimes." She bites her lower lip again, looking down at the floor as she speaks. "Maybe if I was in better shape, things would change for me," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper. "I could finally find someone who likes me for me..." Her eyes unconsciously drift to you again before she realizes what she's saying and quickly looks away.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to get all mopey there." She offers an awkward laugh, trying to cover up her earlier comment but only succeeding in making it more obvious that she has romantic feelings for you now.
I mean seeing the work you can do.... I don't consider weak~ complementing her to make her feel better, oblivious to the idea she could be into her step-brother
"Thanks," Mallow says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That means a lot to me." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts as she looks around the room, unable to meet your eyes directly. "So... about this training thing..." Her voice trails off again, hopeful that you didn't catch onto her earlier comments. "When would be a good time for us to start?" she asks eventually, trying to focus on the original reason why she came into your room in the first place.
Oh well I just finished up with my routine.... I mean of your up for it we could start now~ he asked looking her up and down, wearing nothing but a sweater with panties and a bra
As Mallow realizes what you're offering, a mixture of excitement and fear begins to race through her body. She swallows hard, suddenly wishing she had worn something more appropriate for working out. Her thick glasses fog up slightly as she tries to force air into her lungs. "I-I don't have anything to wear," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I mean... we could start with something easier, maybe? Like running or going for walks or something?" Her face turns bright red as soon as the words leave her mouth; it feels like admitting defeat already.
"I'm sorry," she says quickly, knowing how stupid that must sound. "I just... I want to get in shape, but..." She trails off, looking down at the floor as she tries to gather her thoughts.
I get it~ we cont just jump off the deep end.... how about you get some pants on and we can jog down to the park?~ he asked warmly, giggling lightly at her revealing attire
Still flustered by the situation, Mallow glances down at her own attire and quickly realizes that she's wearing nothing but a baggy grey sweater and large panties underneath it. Her face flushes even deeper with embarrassment as she contemplates trying to put on shorts or leggings over her already bloated body. "I-I... okay," she stammers, swallowing hard. "Give me a second."
With shaking hands, Mallow slips out of the room, hurrying down the hallway to her own bedroom to find something more appropriate for jogging. She eventually settles on an old pair of yoga pants that are several sizes too small, but she doesn't have much else that would fit over her ample curves. Gritting her teeth, she pulls the tight fabric up over her hips and thighs
as John goes into the kitchen to get water bottles for the two of them, he watches as she walks out of her room, his eyes widening as notices how her yoga pants hug her ample ass so perfectly, John looking away, realizing he shouldn't be creeping on his step-sister y-you ready?~ he said a little nervous now with the thoughts in his head
Mallow hesitates before answering, still feeling self-conscious in her new attire. Her thick glasses fog up again as she takes a deep breath and then nods slowly. "Yeah," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go." She follows you out of the room, taking one last nervous glance at your form before forcing herself to focus on the task at hand.
The jog to the park seems endless for Mallow; her legs are already burning with the effort of keeping up with your long strides. Every now and then she glances over at you, noticing how easily you move, how fit and confident you appear even when wearing just a tank top and shorts. She wishes so desperately that she could be like that, but she knows deep down that it's unlikely to ever happen.
The two reach the park, John slowlying down to walk, as he sees Mallow pant for air before she chugs her water, John giggling and blushing a bit as he finds her cute Need to take a seat?~ he says gesturing towards an empty bench
"Yeah," Mallow pants between breaths, reaching out to steady herself as she bends over at the waist. "Th-Thanks." Her thick glasses fog up yet again as she wipes a stray strand of sweaty hair from her face. She sinks down onto the bench gratefully, taking several deep breaths before grabbing another swig of water.
"You're... you're really good at this," she manages to say between breaths. "I can't even keep up with you." She glances over at you, a hint of admiration in her eyes despite her self-consciousness.
Thanks~ he said taking sips of his water, trying to enjoy the ceinary, but in the back of his mind he can't help but think about her plump and ample form, as they were jogging he couldn't help but noticed how her breast bounced so seductively in her sweater as she jogged and sitting next to her, he can only focuse on who her thighs spread as she sat down her thick thighs making it hard for him to think straight
"Yeah... well..." Mallow trails off, glancing down at her lap. "I guess I have a lot of work to do." She takes another sip of water, swallowing hard as she tries to compose herself. "It's just... it's hard for me, you know? To want something so much and not be able to make it happen." Her voice trembles slightly, revealing the depth of her frustration and insecurity.
She looks up at you again, searching your face for any sign of understanding or sympathy. But all she sees is your fit, confident body, and her own self-doubt grows even stronger.
Look... if I'm gonna be honest~ I used to be a skinny and smoking addicted teen before our parents met, I used to think I'd never get out of addiction, but I tried and tired till I got out of it.... I know it feels like a mountain of work but I promise you.... if you keep persevering you will see change~
Mallow stares at you in surprise, not quite sure what to make of your admission. Your words are both inspiring and unsettling; it's hard for her to reconcile the fit, confident young man before her with the person you describe yourself as having once been. But still, there's something about the sincerity in your voice that gives her hope.
She takes another deep breath, forcing herself to believe in what you're saying. "Thank you," she whispers. "I'll keep working at it." And then, suddenly aware of how much she's revealed in this moment and wanting desperately to change the subject: "So... what do we do next? Should we go back home?"
Yeah... want to jog back or do you still wanna rest and walk?~
Mallow hesitates for a moment, not quite sure which option she prefers. Her legs are still burning from the jog to the park, and walking would be much easier on them...but she also doesn't want to appear lazy in front of you. Finally, she decides that it's best to err on the side of trying her hardest. "Jogging sounds good," she says with a slight nod. "Let's give it a shot."
She takes a final sip of water, screwing the cap back onto the bottle before setting it down beside her on the bench. Standing up slowly, she stretches her legs and reaches for her ponytail, giving it an absentminded tug before letting her hair fall loose around her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she turns to face you, preparing herself for the jog back home.
As you begin running at a
As the two begin to jog, John can't help but steal clances at her thick and plump figure, her ass bouncing erotically as she tries to jog to her best of abilities, John biting his lip as he stares
As they jog back to your house, Mallow tries her best to keep up with you but finds herself quickly falling behind. Her thick glasses fog up with every ragged breath she takes and she's sure that the blush burning on her cheeks must be visible from a mile away. She wonders if it's obvious how much effort this is taking for her, if you can tell just how out of shape she really is...
She catches sight of something moving out of the corner of her eye and glances over at you, hoping to see you looking back at her with some sign of understanding or sympathy. Instead, her breath hitches in her throat as she sees the way you're watching her; the admiration in your eyes is plain as day. For a fleeting moment, Mallow feels beautiful and desired instead of frumpy and unattractive...and it's intoxicating.
as Mallow catches him, he urns his head forward, pretending like her was looking ahead as he begins to blush as shame and fear fill his head
Her heart racing, Mallow forces herself to focus on her breathing as she manages to catch up with you once again. The blush that had spread across her cheeks earlier has deepened, making it nearly impossible for her to meet your gaze. She wonders if this is what it feels like to be attractive; if boys always stare at you like this whenever they get the chance?
With every step, she becomes more aware of her body: the way her breasts bounce beneath her sweater, the gentle sway of her hips as she moves. And with that awareness comes a strange sort of confidence, an understanding that perhaps there is something about herself - besides just her weight and appearance - that could be desirable to someone like you.
as they both stop at the front, John trues to swallow the nervousness in his throat, the thought of Mallow shaming and in disgust of John, terrifies him, when that could be father from the truth about how she felt
As they reach the front door, Mallow struggles to catch her breath, wondering if you noticed how hard she had to work just to keep up with your easy strides. Her heart races and she's filled with a mixture of relief and anxious anticipation; relief that this little jog is over, but anxious because now she has to face the possibility that perhaps, somehow...you could actually like her back.
As they walk back inside, Mallowrushes back to her room, quickly taking her sweater and yoga pants off before quickly turning her fan on sighing in relief as she feels the cold air fan across her sweat covered body, her moment of peace getting interrupted as john checks on her an hour later, his eyes widening as he looks over thick and sexy body before quickly slaming the door and shouting "SORRY!...."
As she hears the door slam shut behind him, Mallow lets out a soft sigh and lies back down on her bed, still shivering slightly despite the fan's efforts to cool her down. Her heart races faster now than it did during their jog; she can't seem to get John out of her head no matter how hard she tries. The image of him staring at her body earlier that day keeps replaying itself over and over again in her mind, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else.
With a shaking hand, Mallow reaches up to rub at her eyes, trying to clear the haze of confusion and desire from her vision. She doesn't understand why he would suddenly become so flustered when all she did was change out of her workout clothes...or maybe that was it? The thought sends a wave of heat rushing through her body, making it even harder for her to think
as John stays inside his room for the rest of the day, the image of her soft and thick body in her cute panties and bra was intoxicating, he can't help but be incredibly attracted to her, his mind flooding with fantasies, before realizing he need to say something to her, so getting out of his room, he knocks on her door this time, she rushes to put on a t-shirt and shorts before opening the door to him hey... you got time to talk?~
Her heart races as she sees you standing there, looking nervous and handsome all at once. The blush that had faded earlier now returns full force, heating her cheeks to the point of embarrassment. She swallows hard, trying to gather her thoughts before speaking. "Uh... sure?" she manages to squeak out, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing pulse.
Shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, she glances around your room, unsure where to sit or what to say. Her hands tremble slightly as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the thin line of silver that's become more noticeable in recent months. It suddenly occurs to her that maybe you wanted to talk about earlier...the jog, and how she kept falling behind. A wave of shame washes over her, making it hard for
as she stands there so beautifully, all the fantasies wanting him to grab her hips and make out with her like a wild animal scream at him to do so, before finally saying tomorrow is a break day for me~ so don't worry about working out tomorrow.... he said as a blush grew across his face, these lewd thoughts now I the back of his head
Oh... okay." She pauses for a moment, unsure if she should say anything else. "Thanks... for understanding," she mumbles finally, feeling a bit awkward now. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?" There's an uncertain note in her voice that she can't quite disguise.
She crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious about the way she looks in just a t-shirt and shorts. Her breasts press against the fabric of her shirt, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but how exposed she feels. It's almost painful, being this close to you and not knowing what you think or feel about her...