Two for One




After over indulging, Jen had complained to her sister that she had a few
extra pounds on her hips. In truth, this was more in the mind. Both girls had
tremendous figures. Both were light skinned and had long blonde hair running
down their long backs. Both girls were 5'9'' bare foot, and had a steady
weight of around 128 lbs. They both enjoyed cross country running, and had
nicely toned physiques, with a small degree of muscularity. After days of
complaining about the excess weight, Jen convinced Tara to come to the local
gym with her. Tara agreed as usual. The first few sessions saw the girls run,
bike and step in a bid to tone up and lose the imaginary pounds. But after
several visits, and being more comfortable in the gym environment, Jen
suggested that they try some of the weights. These were normally hogged by
sweaty guys, but for some reason, the gym was quiet on this given day. Tara
joked as she lay down on the bench. Jen took some of the plates off, and
handed her the bar. Tara squealed and laughed as she strained and managed a
weak couple of reps. Jen helped her put the bar back on the stand." How much
was that then?" asked Tara"Erm, 110 lbs" said Jen as she read off the side of
the plates and did the maths in her head "Is that good?" Asked Tara Jen
shrugged her shoulders. While being fit, neither girl had ever lifted weights
in their life. In fact, neither had done anything slightly resembling a manual
task. Tara stood up and did a mock flex. Both sisters laughed. Her arm had
some definition, but the muscle was small and smooth.

Jen then took to the bench. We were about to find out what the difference
between the 2 girls was. Jen took the bar in her hands. She slowly pulled it
to her chest with her sister perched over her, ready to help her out of she
was to struggle. Jen smiled and straightened out her arms, and again, and
again. She repeated the motion 10 times before resting the bar down. Tara
applauded. "That was nothing" boasted Jen, "Stick me some more on there" Tara
did, and loading up the bar to 130 lbs Once more, Jen took the bar and pushed
out 10 reps with apparent ease." Have you been working out?" asked Tara "No, I
swear" said Jen, rather shocked by her feat. Jen was the exact same built as
her sister, how she was so much stronger was a complete mystery. "Go some
more" said an intrigued Jen This went on several times, until Jen struggled
with her tenth rep, AT 230lbs!!!!!!! "Well I am either really strong, or you
are really weak" said Jen Both sisters laughed and went of to shower. The gym
incident had been fun, but it was soon forgotten. It was months later when the
girls were in a nightclub, when the issue was brought back up. Both girls were
sat in identical black dresses is Fandango Nightclub in town. 2 big guys came
over with drinks, trying their luck with the attractive blonde sisters. They
got chatting, the guys boasted about their rugby victory earlier in the day.
One guy proceeded to flash his large bicep to the 2 girls.

"Wow, that's some muscle" said Tara, "We did weights once" she laughed ...
"Cool, strong ladies huh?" mocked the big guy ... "Well, we don't know. We
just lifted some weights, I have no idea if we are weak or strong" she
explained." Well, how much did you bench then?" enquired the rugby player.
"Hmm, I forget, I think it was about 110lbs" said Tara laughing "Wow, that's
pretty impressive, you don't look that strong" he said as he examined her
sleeveless arms "Ok, no need to take the piss" said a laughing Tara "No, I am
serious, 110 lbs is a hell of a bench press, I know guys who struggle with
that" he said Jen was pretty quiet; she was listening to all of this, and
trying to think of how much she had lifted Eventually, she chipped into the
conversation "So if a girl our size did, say, 230lbs, would that be good?" The
guys all laughed "If someone your size did 230lbs, I would check if they had
balls" said the front man "Well, do I have balls?" said a serious looking Jen
The guys stopped, looking puzzled "I did 10 reps at 230lbs, I thought it was
shit, but you are saying that it would be a good lift?" she asked in her
naivety "Good!" exclaimed the guy, "It would be impossible" "So you're calling
me a liar?" shouted Jen, suddenly losing patience with the man who was
chatting her up. "Well, erm, no, but I mean, I am 6'2 190 lbs, and I only just
bench more than 230lbs" said the big guy Jen had no idea what came over her,
but she was furious "So you are 190lbs?" she asked The guy nodded "Right, then
a girl my size shouldn't be able to do this right?" she said as she moved
towards him and in one swift motion, had picked the guy up in her arms. The
other guys were shocked. Some laughed, some blushed, but the big man was
hoisted in the air, in Jen's arms, looking rather embarrassed Jen put down the
big man and apologized The big man had seen his pride hurt, he had to respond
as only a man could. He slammed his arm onto the small table. "Make fun of me
huh? Easily solved" he shouted, gesturing to Jen to have him an arm wrestle.

Jen had never done this before. She was almost half the size of this guy. His
arm was way bigger. She should have been easy pickings for him, but for some
unknown reason, she had this inner strength. They locked hands. His were
sweaty, obviously a bag of nerves with the audience watching and the
implications to his manhood.

"Go on Andy" shouted one of the group, Andy, the big man, was stunned by the
resistance being shown by Jen. Jen's arm was straight and solid, not a hint of
a quiver. She had no idea how she could com Jon with such a big man, but she
was doing, and easily. Jen began to push. Andy's face began to drop as so too
did his arm. Jen strained and went over the top. The onlookers were
disbelieving. Jen gave a big shove and slammed his hand to the table. "Fucking
freak" spat Andy Jen's arm was held up by Tara as the 2 girls headed off to
the bar to celebrate.

As the years went by, the 2 girls remained close. They still ran cross country
races, and had the odd workout, but the weights never became part of their
lives. By the age of 25, both girls had grown into beautiful women. Tara had
found her dream guy. Jon was a semi professional soccer player. He was
slightly taller, and of average build. They were very happy together, and for
the first time, something had gotten between the 2 twin sisters. Jen was happy
for Tara. She was glad that she had found someone special. She even liked Jon,
perhaps too much. The twins had shared an interest in most things in their
lives; this seemed to extend to choice of guys. Jen sat alone one night in her
1 bedroom flat. The TV flickered but she wasn't really watching. She was
thinking about Jon and Tara. Jon was a nice guy, but he had come between the 2
girls. Part of her wanted him for herself, part of her wanted him out of their
lives altogether. She fell asleep with a bottle of wine in her hand, something
had to give. Tara called on Wednesday morning. She was due to go away for a
week with her work, but she had come round with more dramatic news. As Jen
opened the door, Tara had a huge smile on her face. She did not need words;
she simply flashed her left hand to her sister. Third finger along played host
to a huge diamond.

"Jon and I are engaged" she squealed. Jen hugged her sister. She was happy for
her, but bitterly jealous. She saw Tara off to the airport, and as she drove
back home, she decided that now was the time. She had to do something about
the situation. She couldn't split up Jon and Tara, her sister would be broken,
and if she ever found out, it would break the sisters apart. So she opted for
the next best thing, she was going to get Jon for herself. She turned off the
motorway early, heading for the house shared by Jon and Tara. She did her
lipstick in the mirror while stopped momentarily at the traffic lights. She
pulled up outside the house. She breathed heavy. This was big, once she did
this; there would be no going back. Her plan was to seduce Jon into sex by
fooling him into thinking it was Tara. She would then blackmail him into
making it regular or she would tell her sister that he had instigated sex.

She was about to leave the car when she glanced at her left hand. No
engagement ring! She hadn't thought this through, she would easily be spotted
at the impostor. She drove off to perfect her plan, tomorrow would be the big
day. That night Jen made sure of every fine detail. She bought an engagement
ring identical to Tara's. She sprayed herself with Tara's favourite perfume.
Despite them being twins, Jen knew of a few tiny differences that only the
girls could spot. She attended to each of these until she really was the same
as Tara, exactly the same.

She got a taxi to Jon's the next morning. Her car would be the giveaway. Jon
was in the upstairs window typing on his PC. He worked from home when not out
training. Jen got out the spare keys and let herself in. "Honey, Jon?" she
called Jon was shocked to see her"But, Milan?" he asked "I was missing you so
much, I had to come back" lied Jen, .Jen and Jon kissed in the hallway, Jen
was in heaven in the arms of her sisters husband. "Lets go to bed" said Jen in
her best sultry voice. Jon let go of Jen. "Erm, can we later?" asked Jon.
Missing Tara, Jon had woken hours before and jerked himself off and so wasn't
really yup for sex right now. This was not what Jen wanted to hear. Jen
grabbed Jon "I said, I want sex, you are my fiancé, now you oblige".

Jon looked shocked. Clearly this was out of character for Tara, but of course,
this wasn't Tara at all. Jen advanced, Jon backed off up the stairs. As they
entered the bedroom Jen pounced, She pushed Jon hard onto the bed and jumped
onto him, holding him down fast. "What's got into you, stop this" said a
scared Jon. Jen just smiled as she reached down and began to caress his groin.
Jon didn't like this aggressiveness but as she massaged, he did begin to get
hard. Jon began to struggle, he was now horny, but she didn't like the idea of
his fiancé having this power in the bedroom. He was the guy, he should dictate
how and when sex happened. Jen held both Jon's hands above his head to the
bed. The more he struggled, the harder Jen pushed. Jon was held fast. Jen
slipped off her skirt, she had no underwear on. She undid Jon's belt."Tara,
please stop this" he pleaded. This fell on deaf ears.

Jen removed his trousers and pants. She sat back, letting go of Jon's now pink
wrists. Jon breathed heavy. Jen's hard body looked just like Tara. Jon had no
reason to suspect it wasn't his fiancé, but he had never seen such strength in
his partner before. "Look Tara, can we leave this, we can make love tonight"
asked Jon."We" said Jen sternly, "are having sex now".With that, the struggle
began again. Jon made a dash for it, but Jen's strong arms held him and pulled
him back to the bed. Her legs wrapped around him and squeezed the air from
him. Jon was released and fell to the bed. Jen once more jumped onto him. She
held Jon down; the struggle had begun to diminish. Jen once again grabbed his
erect penis. This time, to place it inside her. Jen moaned as she realized her
sick dream. She rode Jon for what seemed like hours. She reached orgasm many
times, Jon was being raped.

After she had finished, she kissed a stunned Jon on the cheek. "I have to get
back to Milan now Jon. I love you" she whispered. She was about to tell Jon
that she was really Jen, but she saw his face, it was one of pure shock. She
knew this would be too much to take in. Instead, she decided to go with
plan.."Jon, what just happened, it was a one off, a crazy urge I always had.
It will not happen again, so please, lets never mention it again" she said.
Jon nodded. Jen kissed him again and left. The days passed and Jen was wracked
with guilt. Tara returned home, and found Jon in a very strange mood. Jon was
off sex. His male pride had been destroyed by the forceful sex that had been
inflicted upon him. Tara was puzzled. She confided in her sister. Weeks went
by, Tara and Jon were having sex, but it wasn't as it used to be. Jon almost
seemed scared of her. Jen felt so awful about what was happening. Her moment
of madness had destroyed her sisters marriage. She lay awake one night, trying
to think of how she could reify the situation. Suddenly the idea hit her, she
ran it over and over in her head. It was a risk, but hell, it might just work.
Jen waited until Tara was out for the day, and paid Jon a visit once more,
posing again as Tara. She could see that Jon was almost frightened of her.
"Jon, you are starting to lose me. You are off sex, what is wrong?" Jen
askedJon snarled at her, "You know exactly what is wrong. You raped me""But
you liked it Jon, you were hard as a rock" replied Jen, still posing as Tara
Jon sat down, and began to whimper. Jen put her arm round him.

"Jon, why not admit that you loved it when I was strong?" said Jen, Jon did
not reply"Don't make me force you" said Jen with menace

Jon backed off. Jen suddenly got the vision of her rape into her head. She
wanted it again. She grabbed Jon. Jon put his hands on her biceps to stop her,
but Jen was way too strong. Jen wrestled Jon onto the floor. With one hand,
she again help him down while unzipping his trousers. Jon was rock hard. Jen
held herself above his erection."Now, admit it, you love it Jon" she shouted
into his red face Jon was silent. Jen lowered herself onto his penis. Jon
began to breathe heavy. Jen began to lift herself with her arms, almost like
press ups, riding up and down on Jons hard dick. "OK OK, I like it but stop
please" shouted Jon This wasn't what Jen expected. She lifted herself off him
and lay beside him on the carpet.

"Look Tara, your strength turns me on, but I can't cope. I am a man, I have an
ego. I can't stand being at your mercy. I, I just can't do it" Jon began to
cry Jen knew that what she was about to do might end in disaster. It may lead
to divorce, may even send her to prison. But Jon's tears moved her so much.
"Jon, what if you were stronger. And you could be the one in control, only
sometimes, sometimes you became weaker" said Jen Jon looked puzzled "You know,
like the incredible hulk. Under normal circumstances, you are stronger, but
once in a while, I get super strong, and dominate you" said Jen Jon looked her
in the eyes "That's not possible, you are stronger than me, what can I do. I
ain't playing pretend games" Jen stroked his head "Jon, you are stronger than
your wife" Jon was now puzzled beyond belief "Look Jon, please don't hate me.
The person you see now, the person who raped you. It's me Jen, not Tara" she
explained Jon was in shock. "I, I don't understand"

Jen explained how she and Tara were the same except for the freak strength she
possessed. It took Jon a while to take it in. He was unset at having been
fooled, but the relief that his wife was not his equal strength wise was
obvious on his face. The 2 chatted for what seemed like hours. Jon felt
comfortable now. He told Jen how their sex was amazing, and how he had long
fantasized over a strong woman taking him. But he also said how much he loved
Tara and the reality comfort of being stronger than her. "Look Jon, I shall
leave it with you. I don't want to split you guys up. But if you ever want
some fun, and a strong woman, give me a call. It can be our secret" she said

Over the next 6 months, Tara and Jon had their normal life back. Sex was
resumed as normal with Jon the leader. He and Jen met up on only 3 occasions
for wrestling and sex. It suited everyone. Everything was perfect, until one
March night. Tara had been out of town, Jon had asked Jen over for their
occasional wrestling session. Tara returned home to an empty house, and began
to tidy the bedroom. She lifted up Jon's dressing gown and spotted something
shiny below in the long plush carpet. She knelt down and picked it up, it was
a ring, one she recognized, and it didn't belong to her. It was Jen's. Why was
it here? It didn't make sense.

Tara was now curious; she began to riffle through Jon's drawers. She found
cuttings of female fitness models in flexing poses. It all began to add up.
Over the next few weeks, Tara became surer that Jon loved strong women, and
that he had slept with her own twin sister. Jen was nervous when over at the
house. Was she paranoid, or had her sister committed the ultimate sin? The
uncertainty was tearing her apart. Tara decided that she had to know, so set
up a 'business' trip. She returned home early, just in time to see Jen arrive
at the house. Her worst fears were revealed as she sneaked in. Jen was
dominating her husband. Tara fled, she had not been seen. She loved Jon, and
hated her sister. Through her tears, she began to plot her revenge, a plan to
humiliate Jen, and win back Jon ... ... ...

To be continued