A New Family
by Robojoejoe
A young man's life, marred by tragedy, is renewed with the help of some big, strong femuscle relationships


The last two years were turning out to be the shittiest of my life. My mom
passed away right after I started college. It was awful. I had just arrived at
my university, 2,000 miles from home, when it happened. I was a grieving
freshman and all alone. I did the only thing a smart but gangly, underweight
and shy boy could do in that situation; I buried myself in my studies. My mom
and dad didn't have a lot of money and they had scraped and saved to pay for
my tuition. I wouldn't let them down. Unfortunately, we didn't have a lot of
money left for me to travel, so after mom's funeral, I didn't have the
opportunity to go home. I know that was hard on dad.

About a year after we lost mom, Dad told me he met someone and that they were
dating. He sounded so happy. I was a little hurt that someone might replace
mom in Dad's life, but I couldn't begrudge him the joy he was feeling again. I
was now a 20-year-old junior, and still a 130 pound 5'6 lightweight. Christmas
break was approaching, and Dad really wanted me to come home and meet his
partner, Natalie. We made arrangements for me to fly right after my last
mid-term exam in early December. Then Dad dropped a bombshell on me. He and
Natalie had just gotten married, tying the knot in a simple civil ceremony. I
really didn't know how to feel about this. It was going to be a strange
Christmas. Then the bottom really fell out of my life.

The resident advisor and a chaplain came to my room a couple of weeks later,
as I was packing to leave for home. They told me my dad had passed away from a
heart attack the night before. I was senseless and a ringing in my ears
drowned out their attempts to comfort me. What was I going to do? As they left
me, my cel phone rang. The screen said "Dad".

"Dad! Dad!"

I hoped beyond hope that the news I had just received was wrong.

"Bill, honey, this isn't your dad. It's Natalie."

My gut wrenched and I struggled to hold back a flood of tears. I tried to
respond, but I couldn't get any words out.

"Bill, I'm so sorry about your dad. I want to make sure that you're still
coming home. I want you to know that you still have a home to come back to."

I didn't know what to say or do. The easy thing, the thing that took no
thought, was to just keep to the plan.

"Yeah. I'll be on the flight." I took a deep breath. The only question I could
think to ask was so stupid.

"What...what do I call you?"

Natalie laughed lightly. "Honey, you can call me whatever you're comfortable
with. Why don't we start with Natalie. Nat is good too."

Her voice was deep for a woman, and strangely soothing.

"Ok, Natalie. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

My flight was uneventful, and I was lost in thought for the entire trip. When
I walked into the baggage claim area, I realized that I had no idea what
Natalie looked like. I sighed deeply as I walked to the bag carousel. As I
wondered how this could possibly get any harder, a shadow fell over me.

"Bill?"

I instantly recognized the deep voice and turned towards it. My eyes rose to a
set of pretty lips that were curled up in a dazzling smile. I looked up into
the pretty face of a 40-something brunette with soulful brown eyes and a
smooth tan complexion. She had to be 5'11 and looked to be on heavy side,
although I really couldn't tell because she was in a long heavy coat. It was
below freezing outside, after all.

"That's me." I answered. "Natalie?"

I didn't know what else to do, so I extended my hand.

She giggled as she enveloped my hand in a firm handshake. I realized that I
was being a little formal and kind of silly. Then all of a sudden, and against
my best efforts, my chin started to quiver. Natalie's smile faded into a look
of sympathy. She pulled me into a tight hug. As the emotional side of my brain
tried to drag me into a grieving fit of tears, the cognitive side of my brain
was realizing how solid this woman was.

"We're going to be ok, Bill." Natalie said in that calming voice of hers.
"Let's grab your bags and get out of here."

She let me go, and I went to pull my bag off the belt. I had packed right up
the weight limit and had to use two hands to wrestle with the 50-pound bag.
Unfortunately, it was wedged between other bags and wasn't coming loose.
Instead of pulling the bag off the belt, it pulled me along while I tried to
free it. Then a big tan hand reached in and yanked the bag out. Natalie stood
there holding my heavy bag in the air like it was nothing.

"This it? Let's go then." She said.

I was taken aback at the ease with which she handled the weight, knowing how
much I struggled with it. I was under no illusion that I was a manly man. I
know I'm pretty weak, although I would never say it out loud. I also have a
thing for strong women, and my radar was going off. But there were so many
emotions and other priorities in my head, I buried the muscle radar for the
moment.

Natalie and I made small talk on the drive home. Our conversation was the
first step in the long process of two strangers getting to know each other. It
was dark and hard to see, but the back and forth gave me an excuse to study my
new stepmother. I still didn't know how I felt about the term, stepmother, or
Natalie's place in that role. My mom and dad, even if they weren't with me any
longer, would always be my mom and dad. But this woman, who I had never met
before tonight, was now the only family I had left. It was surreal.

Natalie's face was illuminated each time we passed under a street lamp. Every
few seconds, the healthy beauty this woman radiated was bathed in a revealing
light. There were fine lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth. They were
called laugh lines for a reason. Natalie's engaging smile deepened those
lines. They didn't make her look old. Rather, the touches of time helped make
her a comforting presence. Her profile was one of classic beauty, with a
straight Greek nose, high cheekbones and the full lips that so captivated me
in the airport. Her brown hair was tied in a casual ponytail that bounced with
life each time she turned her head to look at me. Her size was still a
mystery. She was clearly big. We were in a roomy SUV and she filled her seat.
But beyond beauty and size, the most striking part of Natalie was her voice.
I'd never met a woman with such a sexy voice. It was just deep enough to be
different but was still erotically feminine. No wonder dad fell for this
vivacious woman. If I wasn't careful, I might start crushing on her.

We drove up to the house I was raised in. It felt so familiar and yet I felt
like such a stranger here now. Natalie and I met at the back of the car. I
reached for my heavy suitcase, but Natalie cut me off and grabbed the bag
first.

"I've got it babe." She said with a smile.

She lifted the bag straight out of the back and carried it lightly up the
front steps. I shook my head at the strength she was displaying. My muscle
radar was going off again, enhanced by the attraction I was beginning to feel
towards Natalie.

In the house, we stripped out of the heavy coats we wore. Any question about
her size and body type were immediately put to rest. Natalie wore stretchy
jeans and a tight sweater, both clinging to her physique. She had a classic V
shape to her upper body, and the rounded muscles of her shoulders and biceps
stretched the sleeves. A wide neckline allowed a hint of her traps to appear.
Her chest and back were thick and supported what appeared to be average sized
breasts. A narrow waist flowed into wide hips, a tight, protruding butt and
well-muscled legs. She took my suitcase and started up the stairs. I followed,
transfixed by the sway of her rear end. There was no jiggle on her body
anywhere. The only movement was the contraction of muscle. Oh god, I was
starting to get hard. I looked away and focused on trying to hide my budding
erection before she saw it.

Natalie went into my old room, dropped my bag and turned around with her big
smile and a wave of her arm.

"Here you go Bill, just like you left it!"

Wow, I'd been gone for almost three years and my room looked exactly the same.
Well, maybe cleaner. I was floored that dad hadn't done anything in here.
Natalie read the look on my face.

"Your dad kept it just like this so he could come in here and think about you.
He'd stop in every morning and again every night. He really loved you Bill."

The thought of my dad's pining just ruined me. I closed my eyes and tried to
fight back tears, but I couldn't. I sat heavily on the edge of my bed and
started to sob. Natalie sat next to me. The mattress sagged under her weight
and I slipped against her. She embraced me around my shoulder but was
tentative. She waited to see how I wanted to be comforted. I looked up at her,
then turned my body into hers and dropped my head onto her shoulder. My
uncertainty about her stepmom status could wait. I needed someone, she was
here and if I was being honest with myself, I already felt very comfortable
with her. Through my tears, I felt her do something amazing. An arm went under
my knees and the other stayed behind my back. She lifted me bodily onto her
lap and buried my face in her neck. She lowered her head over mine and held me
tight against her. I had never felt so warm and secure in my entire life.

"I've got you, Bill, for as long as you need."

She kissed me on top of my head. Then I heard her sniffle, and felt wetness
drop on me from above. I pulled my head away and looked up to her welling
eyes.

"I know you loved him too, Natalie. He was so happy when he talked about you."

Now Natalie's tears flowed. I hopped off her lap and stood between her legs. I
wrapped my arms around her neck and nuzzled her head. She let me hold her for
a few seconds, then pulled away. We looked at each other and couldn't help but
burst out laughing. We both had tear streaked cheeks, runny noses, disheveled
hair and looked like hell. Our laugher cut the tension and sadness. We each
retreated to our bathrooms to straighten up. I went into her room, my parent's
old room, to make sure Natalie was ok. We sat on the floor and talked for the
next hour. As in the car, we didn't talk about anything in particular. We were
looking for connections and found many. We finally said our goodnights and I
went back to my room. My anxiety about coming home to a stranger was gone. The
past several hours with Natalie were more enjoyable than I could have hoped. I
was also nursing the seed of muscle lust from the hints of power I saw in her
hidden figure. There was something about her that seemed familiar and I just
couldn't put my finger on it.

I came by my taste in female muscle from my dad. I vividly recall the day as a
14-year-old when I was snooping in my parents' room and came across a hidden
cupboard in the closet. In it was a box of magazines. Like any hormonal
teenage boy, my holy grail was finding a stash of Playboy or Penthouse
magazines. Those were definitely NOT part of Dad's stash. Instead, he had
every issue of Women's Physique World magazine from 1984 to 2006. The issue on
top was from June of '96. On the cover was a photo of Karen Netterstrom
reclining on a bench with legs spread open and her deeply set abs on full
display. My mind was blown and my dick grew hard. From that day forward, any
girl who didn't have muscle on her frame just wasn't as attractive to me. Not
that a skinny kid like me had any chance with goddesses like that. I went back
to Dad's WPW stash again and again. Then one day I discovered female muscle on
the internet and print magazines became pass??. Still, I would love to have my
Dad's collection. I'd have to go hunting for it and see if it was still
around.

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The next morning, the smell of coffee woke me from a deep sleep. I threw on a
robe, ran a comb over my messy head and rinsed my mouth. I realized I was
trying to look nice for Natalie. I chuckled at myself and went downstairs.
Natalie was in the kitchen and she turned around to greet me with her
knee-weakening smile.

"Morning babe." She said cheerily.

Goodness my stepmom was pretty. I still couldn't see the muscle I was hoping
to find. She was dressed in loose sweats, stretched over her shoulders, biceps
and quads. Argh!! It's like I was being teased.

"Morning Nat."

I was feeling so much more comfortable around her now. She handed me cup of
coffee. Boy it was good. It might have been the best I ever had. Natalie had
already finished her coffee and was now drinking a big protein shake.

"Is there anything on your agenda today Bill?"

I thought about that for a second. "No, I think I'll just stick around the
house today. It's been so long since I've been back."

"All right. I'm going to the gym for a couple of hours. When I get back, we
can have lunch together."

Great! I'd have the house to myself. This is just what I wanted. Natalie
pecked me on the cheek as she walked out the door, her jutting ass swishing
and swaying and getting me worked up. I ran upstairs and got online to surf a
few of my favorite muscle girl sites. My old iMac was still in my room and it
looked like dad had used it up to a year ago. There was history that included
a lot of his own favorite muscle sites. I guessed he stopped his own muscle
surfing after Natalie came into his life. Finally, I was hot and ready to
satisfy myself. After showering and dressing, I walked to Natalie's room and
started my quest to find Dad's magazine stash.

It always felt weird sneaking into mom and dad's room as a kid. It was like a
forbidden world. This felt even odder. I was trespassing in the space of a
woman who was practically a stranger. I went straight to the closet, which was
filled with her things. I moved a few items around to access the hidden
cupboard. I worked it open and stuck my hand inside. It was empty. Damn. Now
what?

"Find what you're looking for?"

I froze as my heart dropped out of my chest. I looked at my watch. Crap! I
must have spent way more time surfing than I realized. I moved things back in
place and came out of the closet, red faced.

"I'm sorry Natalie." I was genuinely contrite. I knew I shouldn't have been
snooping. "I...I..."

Natalie was standing in the middle of her room, big gym bag on the floor and
hands on her hips. Her torso looked so wide. Was she flaring her lats? I
dismissed the question immediately when I met her eyes. The look on her face
was pure disappointment and it broke my heart. Damn it, she really was turning
into a mother figure.

"Bill, look, we're both adults. I will always respect your privacy. But I
insist that you also respect my privacy. Is that clear?"

I was shattered and embarrassed. "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Bill, you don't have to call me ma'am. I'm not mad at you. We just have to
set our boundaries with each other. Ok?"

"Ok." I answered. I believed her. In our short time together, Natalie struck
me as both frank and forthright.

"Good. I'm going to shower, then let's have some lunch. We have a lot to talk
about."

I nodded and started to walk out of her room. Her eyes never left me.

When I was just outside the bedroom door, Natalie said "By the way, the box
you were looking for is in the garage. Top shelf."

I froze as my forehead broke out in a sweat. I slowly turned back to Natalie,
trying hard to be cool. She had a wry smile on her face. Natalie picked up her
gym bag and curled her arm to place the strap on her shoulder. The sleeve of
her sweatshirt filled until it was drum tight as she closed the bedroom door
in my face.

I walked downstairs upset with myself, and incredibly turned on. I desperately
wanted to get back on Natalie's good side, so I went to the kitchen and looked
for something to make us for lunch. She had some gorgeous and aromatic
tomatoes on the counter. Where the heck had she found those in the middle of
December? In the fridge I found a package of bacon. So strange. Bacon had been
off limits in our house for years because of Dad's high blood pressure, but I
loved it so. I started crisping it up and worked on a couple of big bacon,
lettuce and tomato sandwiches. That'll get me back in Natalie's good graces.
EVERYONE loves BLTs.

Natalie came downstairs smelling fresh and looking radiant just as I finished
making lunch. She was dressed in a zip up sweater and a pair of yoga pants
that clung to her bulging bottom half. The outline of her powerful looking
legs and butt were amazing. Thankfully she sat down or I might not have been
able to contain myself.

"Well look at you!" She said as I lay down her plate of food.

When she took her first bite, her eyes almost bugged out of her head.

"This is so good! You cook as well as your dad did."

That brought a melancholy smile to my face. "Both mom and dad were great
cooks. I helped them in the kitchen every day. I figured if nothing else
worked out in life, I'd always be able to feed myself."

"I love it." Natalie said. "There's nothing like a man who can cook."

I blushed a bit. "So...how did you meet dad?" I asked.

Natalie gathered her thoughts for a few seconds before she began.

"Someone very close to me set us up. They thought your dad and I would be good
for each other. I didn't think it would lead to anything, but I was 43 and I'd
never found the right guy, so I didn't really have anything to lose. I can be
a pretty intense person, and I have some non- negotiable priorities in my
life." Natalie paused, then chuckled to herself. "No one has ever been
interested enough or man enough to handle me. Until I met your dad."

All I could say for a minute was "Wow." This was the deepest conversation we'd
had. "What was your first date like?"

Natalie chuckled. "Well, it was right here at this table actually. Neither one
of us had a strong dating game, so your dad did what he knew best. He invited
me over and made me dinner. There's no quicker way to a big girl's heart than
through her stomach."

She continued in a wistful tone. "We talked all night. It was the most
connected I'd ever felt with a man. We were almost inseparable after that.
Even though he was going through a rough time in his life, he was strong and
confident enough emotionally to let me be myself without being threatened."

Natalie had no idea the sense of relief I felt hearing all of this. I had been
harboring a lot of guilt about my dad being alone. Now I knew that, at least
for the last year, he had found a soulmate.

"I'm so glad you two found each other. I wish I could tell whoever set you up
how much I owe them."

Natalie looked at me with amusement. "Oh, you will." She said
conspiratorially.

I stood to take the plates to the sink. Natalie also got up and walked around
the table. As I started to rinse the dishes, I heard a zipper. My pulse
quickened and I casually turned my head. Natalie was standing with her back to
me in the doorway to the next room. She had stripped off her sweater and laid
it on a chair. She was stretching her arms in a skintight tank top. And there
it was, the thick muscle I had been hoping for was revealed. Natalie had big,
round shoulders that led into powerful upper arms and rippling forearms. She
was not ripped, but rather had a thin layer of fat over her bulging
musculature. When she was finished stretching, she brought her arms up to fix
her hair. The size and perfect softball sized round peak of her rear biceps
were heart stopping. I knew this was extraordinary. Even big biceps from the
front don't always peak like that from the rear. I had never seen a real live
muscle woman before. Now I was gazing at perfection a mere 10 feet away. I
lost control. In the span of a few seconds, my erection shot up and I came in
my pants. I dropped the plate I was holding into the sink and bolted upstairs
to my room.

The noise of the plate hitting the sink startled Natalie.

"Bill! What happened? Are you ok?" Natalie yelled after me.

I slammed shut the door to my room as I breathed deeply to avoid
hyperventilation. I stripped out of my pants quickly and changed into
something clean. Then it hit me. I knew why Natalie seemed familiar. I called
up dad's search history on my computer. There was a webcam video from about 18
months ago. It was a small video with terrible resolution and sound. But the
woman in it looked and sounded so like Natalie, it was uncanny. The shot of
her rear biceps is what sold it for me. The face was too fuzzy to be sure
though. The woman was alone in the video and wearing a big black strap-on. She
was teasing about being a big, mean bitch, telling you how she was going to
bend you over and take you with her muscles. My mind was swirling so much that
I didn't hear Natalie calling for me at my door.

"Bill, seriously, are you ok? I'm coming in!"

I jumped a mile high when she threw open the door.

"Bill! What the hell are you looking at?"

Natalie covered her mouth with her hands and threw her head back in a roaring
laugh.

"Boy, you really are your father's son!"

That was the last thing I expected to hear.

After my heart started beating again, I asked, "So...you knew that Dad liked
muscular women? It didn't bother you?"

"Of course I knew about your dad's preference for muscle, Bill. And no, it
didn't bother me. Why would it? I AM a muscular woman."

With that, Natalie gave me the money shot of a huge front double bicep flex.
MY GOD her arms were big. They had to be at least 17 inches. She was huge and
damned impressive!"

"I thought it was nice to finally find a guy who appreciated me for being
strong but didn't want to treat me like a fetish object."

I looked back at the dom in the webcam video. "Is that you, Nat?"

"No baby, that's not me." Natalie said with a chuckle as she relaxed her arms.

"But the arms, the hair, the voice...It's all you."

"That's flattering Bill, but no. That woman is taller than me, heavier than me
and she's 19 years younger than me. And by the way, I've never owned a black
strap-on."

I stared at the screen and then looked back at Natalie.

She grinned at me mischievously.

"My strap-on is purple." She said.

I choked on my saliva as she howled at the look on my face.

"Sorry," she said as she patted me hard on the back. "I couldn't help myself."

My mind was spinning along with my lust. But there was something odd.

When I could breathe again, I asked "Natalie, how did you know the girl in the
video is 19 years younger than you? That's awfully specific."

Natalie pursed her lips. "Well aren't you clever."

She took a deep breath and sat on the end of my bed.

"All right. I've been trying to figure out how and when to tell you all of
this."

Now she had my full attention.

"I know that girl is 19 years younger than me because she's my baby sister,
Breanna."

"Whoa!" Was all I could say.

Natalie continued. "Breanna is also the person who introduced me to your dad."

That took a minute to sink in. Natalie waited as she saw me processing this
news.

"One of the ways your dad coped with the grief of your mom's death was to do
things, experience things, he had never done when they were together. Things
he never WOULD have done when they were together. One of those things was
exploring his fascination with muscular women. Your dad decided to have a
muscle worship session. Coincidently, at the same time, Bree was wondering
what sessioning would be like. She's never had a preference for guys, but she
was curious, so she put herself out there. Your dad was her very first client.
It's hysterical to hear Bree tell it. The two of them met and neither really
knew what to do, so they talked, a lot, while your dad felt her muscles. Bree
can be a real hard-ass, but she was captivated by your dad, so she hooked him
up with me. The rest is history. So yes, I not only knew about your dad's
muscle fetish, you might say it's what brought us together."

Natalie's story was stunning, erotic, romantic. My first thought was "You go
Dad!". But then questions started piling up faster than I could ask them.
Natalie was giggling again at the veil of confusion on my face.

"I'm glad you're taking this so well. I was a little worried...actually, I was
very worried...about how you'd react to all this." Natalie said as she waved
her hand both at the computer screen and then down her rippling torso. "Little
did I know that my new step- son would really be like his dad."

"Nat, how come you and your sister are so far apart in age?"

Natalie shook her head sadly. "The best way to explain it is to say accidents
happen."

"I was an only child," she continued. "My mom and dad really didn't get along,
and by the time I was 18, they were headed for divorce. I think they had
hate-sex one night, and mom got pregnant. Totally unplanned. Dad ran out
before Bree was born."

"What an asshole!" I said. "How could someone do that to their family?"

"You're lucky you come from a family where that kind of a question is a
legitimate mystery."

I chewed on that thought for a bit. "I guess we never know how lucky we are."

Natalie nodded agreement. "We're more alike right now than you know. A couple
of years after Bree was born, mom passed away. She and I are orphans, just
like you, so I raised her. Remember when I told you I had non-negotiable
priorities that drove off men? Bree was that priority. She's 24 now and we
have a weird Sister-Mom-Trainer vibe that no one really understands but us."

"You're amazing Natalie. And now you're stuck with me." I said with a little
guilt creeping into my voice.

"I'm not stuck with you Bill. You were everything to your dad. That means
you're everything to me." She reached over and pinched my chin between her
fingers. "OK?"

I nodded, not quite convinced Natalie deserved to have to deal with me.

"So Bree is bigger than you?"

"Oh yeah!" Natalie said expressively. "It's not surprising. I didn't start
working out until I was 20 or so. The gym was my way to deal with the stress
of being a totally unprepared single mother. The muscle came pretty quick and
I liked it, so I kept lifting heavier and heavier. I brought Bree with me, so
she practically grew up in a gym. She started strength training when she was
7, and we were always eating clean. Her little body just blew up. She's 6'1
and 210 the last time I weighed her. I'm only 5'11 and 170."

"Holy crap!" I hissed.

"I'm still her trainer."

"So, she lives here?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, she lives in our apartment a few blocks from here. After your dad and I
moved in together, it seemed like a good time to let her start to have her own
life. We're never apart for very long though."

Just then there was a pounding at the front door.

"Why don't you go get that." Natalie said with a sly grin.

I walked downstairs nervously, with Natalie following well behind me. I opened
the front door and almost had to change my pants again. There stood the
biggest woman, maybe the biggest person, I had ever seen. My voice choked in
my throat as Breanna stared down at me with a look of amused condescension.
This massive beautiful young woman was the spitting image of a younger
Natalie,

"It's cold out here you know." She said in a voice as deep and sexy as
Natalie's.

"Sorry!" I squeaked, as I stepped back so she could enter. "Hi, I'm Bill."

I'm glad I got that much out of my mouth before the big woman slipped off her
winter coat. Had I waited, I'd have gone speechless again. The fuzzy webcam
video of Breanna's physique did not prepare me for seeing her in the flesh.
Dear god this woman was huge, jacked and ready to display the goods. As her
coat came off, she revealed a sleeveless top stretched tight over her mounded
muscles. The hem fell above her belly button, leaving a clear view of Bree's
hard and well-defined abs. Two thick veins descended tantalizingly from her
abs into the waistband of her workout pants. It sounds totally clich??, but I
swear each of her thighs had to be as big around as one whole me. She stuck
her hand out to me. The map of veins on the back of her hand spread out along
an arm that widened from a thick wrist into a bulging forearm and up to a
heaving mass of unflexed bicep. Sitting on top of the throbbing mass of beef
was the face of a young, pretty 'girl next door'. Bree's skin was paler than
Natalie's, but no less perfect. I lifted my twiggy arm up and took her hand. I
can't really say it was a handshake. Bree's paw was so much larger than my
hand, it was almost like she was taking possession of it.

"So, you're the little twerp I've been hearing so much about. I'm Breanna."

Who's she calling a twerp?

"You're a tiny little thing, aren't you?" She said with a deep chuckle.

Hmpf. I can give as good as I get, so game on. I looked her up and down.

"I thought you'd be bigger." I said thoughtfully.

Natalie couldn't hold in her belly laugh. "Damn Bree, he got your number
quick!"

Now, this is where I may have miscalculated a bit. Bree was still holding my
hand. She raised her eyebrows with a look that said 'Fine. This is the game
you want to play'?

She started to squeeze, slowly, and I felt it immediately. The thick tubes of
muscle in her forearms started to writhe and her vascularity became much more
pronounced. My eyes shot wide open in panic, and in awe of Bree's erotically
powerful limb.

"Mmm hmm." She rumbled with an evil grin, then let go of me. She didn't hurt
me at all, but she made it clear that she could have without even trying.

Natalie turned, still giggling, and walked into the kitchen. Bree followed. As
she walked past me, Bree bumped me with her big arm. It wasn't a hard bump,
but when something that big runs into something as light as me, well she
knocked me off my feet. I think even Bree was surprised.

"Ooo, sorry Billy." She said sarcastically. She shot her hand out, grabbed the
collar of my shirt and yanked up to keep me from falling. Now I was dangling
in the air. She kept me on my tip toes for a few seconds as she pushed me
after Natalie before letting me walk on my own again. I looked up at her and
she was still giving me a Cheshire cat grin.

"You started it." She teased in a harsh whisper. "I finish it."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Yeah, yeah." Then I bumped her back with my
shoulder. That was also not a well thought out move. I bounced off her armored
torso and almost went off my feet again.

Natalie just shook her head at us.

"Am I going to have to separate you two already?"

"Please no!" I thought to myself.

"I've got to head back into the gym for my next client." Natalie continued,
"Bree, can you two entertain yourselves? Without hurting Bill." She wryly
added.

"I'll take him over to the apartment." Bree said, "I need to grab a shower,
then I can bring him over to the gym so he can see where we work."

"Great." I said. Inside though, I was nervous. Not about being alone with
Bree, but going to a gym. While I LOVE what a gym does for a woman's body,
it's not my favorite place to be.

Bree and I put on our coats and started our walk to her apartment. The air was
crisp, but not too cold and the walk was nice. We made small talk until we
rounded a corner and were totally out of sight of the house. Bree looked down
at me with a semi-serious expression.

"Why did you make a face when I mentioned going to the gym?"

"I didn't make a face." I countered. At least I hoped I hadn't shown on my
face what I had been feeling inside.

"Yeah, you did. What's wrong with the gym?

"Nothing, I didn't make a face and there's nothing wrong with the gym." Why
was Bree making such a big deal about this?

Bree stopped suddenly and grabbed my upper arm. She squeezed my bicep hard in
her steely grip and pushed me back against a tree. She brought her other hand
to my chin and lifted it, so I was looking up at her. Her expression went from
semi-serious to scary serious very quickly.

"Billy, I'll give you a break for a lot of things because I know you're going
through a really rough time in your life right now. And I really liked your
dad. And I think you're kind of adorable. But don't ever lie to me. I can't
stand deceptive people and I won't tolerate them in my life."

I started to shiver. I've known Bree for all of 10 minutes and I've already
pissed her off. This can't be happening! I figured the best way out was to be
totally honest. Even if it hurt a little.

"I'm sorry Bree. I..it's just..."

My eyes were darting around while I tried to find the words to explain the
emotions behind my feelings about gyms. It was hard with her glaring down into
my eyes. Bree released her tight grip on me, threw her heavy arm over my
shoulder and pulled me next to her. We continued to walk slowly. She was
giving me the time to think. After I silent minute, I was able to start.

"You're right." I said, "Gyms are not my favorite place. You can look at me
and know that I don't belong in them."

"That's crazy. Have you ever even been in one?" She said quickly. "Gyms are
just buildings where you exercise. You go there, push iron around and build
muscle."

"It's not the building that's intimidating." Did I really want to say this to
Bree? "It's the people in the building."

"People like me?" Bree asked in a challenging tone.

"No! Well, yes, maybe. Argh." I grunted in frustration. Explaining this was
dredging up unhappy memories. "Bree, you don't know what it's like growing up
skinny...and weak."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Bree tightened her arm around me in
support.

"My whole life, exercise, phys ed classes, whatever, have been sources of
humiliation. After a while you just avoid the whole thing to protect your
self-esteem. I know it's a dumb answer, but I can't help the way I feel. I
guess you can say I don't have a healthy relationship with exercise."

Bree kept quiet for a while. "I get it." She finally said. "I don't understand
it and I really don't agree with it, but I get it. I promise no one will give
you any crap in there. OK?

"It's not just what people say. It's the looks, it's everything." I said. I
just really wanted this line of conversation to end.

"Nat and I will take care of you. The gym is a huge part of our lives. It's
where we work, it's where we work out. We want you to be with us."

That made perfect sense to me. I wanted both women to be a part of my life.
Right now, I wanted that more than anything. "Ok." I said. Maybe this won't be
so bad.

Bree's apartment was comfortably furnished and neat. She told me to hang out
while she showered so I strolled around and, well, snooped. I was curious who
my new 'step-aunt' was. She had a lot of books on nutrition. Several looked
like textbooks. A spare bedroom held some weights and an exercise bike. The
dumbbells were marked 20. That's not too heavy. I tried to lift one and almost
ripped my arm off. What the hell. I know I'm not the strongest guy but come
on! I looked more closely at the plate. It wasn't 20 pounds; it was 20 kilos.
Crap, she's lifting 44 pound dumbbells! It took me two hands to pick the dumb
thing up.

"Billy!"

I heard Bree calling me from the bathroom. I went into her room and up to the
cracked bathroom door.

"Yeah?"

"I left my razor on the counter, would you hand it to me please?" She asked.

"Uh, sure." I walked in, carefully averting my eyes from the glass walled
shower. I found her razor and extended my arm toward the shower while I looked
away. Like a poor marksman, I totally missed the target. She couldn't reach
the razor, even with her long arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm over here."

I waved my arm towards her voice.

"Billy, open your eyes and hand me my razor. What's your problem? Haven't you
seen a woman before?"

"Not naked!" I said.

"What?" Bree screeched.

She leaned out of the shower and finally grabbed her razor from my trembling
grasp.

"You've never seen a naked woman?" she asked dubiously. "How old are you? I
thought you were, like 19."

"I'm 20." I said proudly.

"You're 20 years old and you've never seen a naked woman?"

"I think we've established that Bree." I said impatiently as I rushed out of
the bathroom.

Part of my discomfort was the erection Bree was starting to give me. I went to
the living room and sat down to watch some TV and distract myself. When the
shower stopped, I heard Bree rummaging around in her room. Then suddenly her
voice was right over my head.

"What are you watching?" Bree asked curiously.

I looked up to answer and saw Bree drying herself with a big towel wrapped
around her...and nothing else. I leaped up with a start and turned away.

"Dude, seriously," Bree said, "you need to relax. The human body is nothing to
be ashamed of."

Bree walked around the sofa towards me. I kept my head down and moved away
from her. I thought about running outside, until I realized that she had
worked her way between me and the front door.

"Billy, look at me." She commanded. "I've put a lot of work into my body and
I'm proud of it."

I slowly raised my eyes. She had the oversized towel wrapped around her
shoulders with the ends in her hands. The towel mostly covered her. But as my
gaze moved upwards, she slowly spread her arms. The towel parted like a
curtain revealing her monumental body. When her arms were extended, the towel
acted as a dark contrasting background to highlight her perfectly symmetrical
form. I tried to look away again.

"Billy, don't you dare look away from me." Bree demanded.

I brought by head up again. Oh please help me! I was so aroused that my arms
and legs were tingling. Bree was a vision in muscle. From the bottom up, every
part of her body was beautiful. Her large feet, with pretty painted toes, led
up to wide calves. Muscle bulged in all directions around her knees, making
them look like a delicate connection between her upper and lower legs. All of
the muscle groups in her quads were distinctly separated with sharp feathered
edges to them. Even with her legs spread apart, her upper thighs touched. Her
sex was topped with a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair, and a mysterious wad
of flesh jutting out from it. The etched V of her lower abdomen supported
rocky abs and very visible saw-toothed serratus muscles. Her lats jutted out
like thick wings, and along with the big drooping triceps and thick pecs,
formed deep canyons of muscle under her arms. On top of her extended arms were
the long, sharply rising bulges of unflexed biceps. They stopped at
multi-headed delts that looked like crazy malformed pumpkins from hell. My
senses were overwhelmed. Her appearance, her smell, her voice, the gravitas
that she exuded, I couldn't take it. My field of vision began to narrow and go
black. I was fainting. The last thing I heard was Bree's heavenly voice saying
"Oh shit!"

As my vision cleared, Bree's face shimmered above me, framed in wet hair. Her
beauty was beguiling. She wore a smile of relief as her fingers danced over my
face.

"Good morning sunshine. You had me worried for a minute." She said with
relief.

We were sitting on the sofa, my body in Bree's lap embraced by her arms. I
could feel hard muscle under soft, smooth skin everywhere. It was...oh god,
she's still naked! My body stiffened in panic as I tried to jump up.

"Oh no you don't Billy. You stay right where you are." Bree ordered.

She tightened her grip on me, ending any hope I had of moving.

"Billy, shhh. Close your eyes. Close them. Take deep breaths and just listen
to the sound of my voice. You're going to be fine."

I did as Bree said. She had her big hand on the side of my face and pressed it
into her chest. My heart rate slowed and I calmed back down. Her body felt so
warm under me. I slowly opened my eyes. Bree was still staring down at me. I
turned my head slightly and looked at the thick pecs I rested against. I
nuzzled closer to them. She giggled at me, then started flexing gently. Muscle
rolled under my face a few times, then her chest slowly inflated into hard
slabs. It was intoxicating.

"You like that?" She asked

"Yes." I purred.

"Have you kissed a girl?"

"Not really, no. Not on the lips, I mean." I said with a twinge of
embarrassment.

Bree raised me in her arms and kissed me softly on the lips. She pulled back
and watched my reaction. My lips followed hers as she retreated.

"Ooo, someone liked that." She giggled as her face descended on mine again.

Her tongue invaded my mouth with the next kiss. It was so passionate; she
literally took my breath away. As she pulled back again, she kept my lower lip
in her mouth and pulled it tight before allowing it to pop out. I shivered
with amorous chills.

She lowered my head back to her chest, until I could feel a hard nipple poking
at my cheek. Her hand moved to my crotch and she held me there. My erection
was at full attention. Bree turned my head slightly toward her nipple.

"Do you know what to do with that?" She asked softly?

"Only what I've seen on videos." I admitted. Bree was only four years older
than me, but her questions made me realize that I was a terribly inexperienced
for my age.

"Hmm." Was all she said.

Bree began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't try to stop her. She let my shirt
fall open, leaving my weedy chest on display. Bree curled my body up and
brought my tiny nipples to her mouth. She kissed one gently, then lightly ran
a tongue around the perimeter before blowing on it. An electric shock coursed
through me. I could feel my nipples stiffen like I never had before. She took
the nipple between her teeth and gently nipped at it. Her arm snaked up my
chest and her fingers pinched and twisted me in torturous ecstasy. She lowered
me back into her lap.

"That's what you do." She said with a naughty smile. Her hand returned to my
erection.

"Has a woman ever touched you?"

"No." I whimpered.

Bree unzipped my pants and deftly pulled them down. Her calloused palm encased
my penis and caressed it. She quickly brought me to a toe- curling climax.

"You made a mess young man!" she teased.

She brought her hand up licked it clean of my semen.

"I'm hot now too." She said. Her hand went down to her crotch and she began to
play with herself. She turned my head to her chest and pressed my lips to her
turgid nipple.

"Show me what you learned." She said breathlessly.

I played my tongue and lips over her chest, trying to repay a favor I would
never be able to match. It took Bree much longer than me to orgasm, but there
was no doubt when she did. Her big body shuddered, and she grunted fearsomely.
When she came back down to earth, I threw my arms around her and hugged tight.

"Why?" I asked. "Why did you do that for me?"

She lifted me in her arms, so we were face to face.

"Someone has to teach you." She said candidly. "I'd rather it be me than some
tramp off the street who doesn't deserve you."

"I thought you didn't like guys." I regretted the words as soon as they left
my mouth, but she didn't care.

"I don't prefer them, no. But you're not a guy. Well, you are, but you're not
just any guy. You're mine. Mine to take care of."

Bree kissed me one more time then stood with me swinging in her arms.

"We need to get cleaned up and head to the gym before Nat starts to wonder
where we are." She said.

Bree set me on my feet in the bathroom. "Get undressed."

She stepped in the shower and started the water.

"You don't want me to wait for you to be done?" I asked dumbly.

"Why?" she retorted.

Why indeed. I stripped and stepped into the shower with Bree. She took up a
lot of real estate, so we were standing toe to toe. I was spellbound with the
water flowing down the ridges of Bree's torso. Without thinking, I began
soaping her. I realized I should have asked for permission, but her smile told
me it was ok. I finished cleaning my heroine and she returned the favor. We
dressed quickly and left for the gym.

I didn't feel the cold outside. My step was lighter than it had ever been. I
felt like I could conquer the world. We arrived at the gym quickly. It was a
large affair and quite nice. A gorgeous petite blonde greeted us at the desk.
She had great muscle tone and an amazing set of breasts.

"Hey Bree!" she chirped. "Who's the cutie?"

"Hi there Jamie. Meet my nephew Bill." Bree watched with a grin as Jamie
flirted with me before pulling me away. "Jamie, you're not eligible for him
until you bench 200."

"Oh come on Bree!" she whined as we walked away.

Natalie had just finished with her client and came right over to us.

"How was the afternoon?" she asked us.

"Oh, it was fine. We just hung out." Bree said nonchalantly.

"It was great." I gushed. I was still on a cloud and my face was glowing.
"Hey, where's the restroom?"

Natalie pointed the way, and I floated off. She turned suspiciously back to
Bree.

"Bree!" Natalie growled.

"What?" Bree asked innocently.

"You didn't fuck him, did you?"

"NO! Bree said defensively as she put her hands on her hips. "He's my
nephew...step-nephew...something. I'd never have intercourse with him."

"Bree?"

A guilty grin broke out on Bree's face. "I gave him a hand job."

"Goddamn it Bree! What were you thinking!"

"But Nat, he's never been with a woman. He's never even seen a woman naked.
That's just weird for someone his age." Bree looked at Natalie with
self-satisfied pride. "It was educational."

Natalie buried her face in her hands and hissed "OH MY GOD! I've been a mother
for exactly two days and my sister has already raped my son."

"Oh, stop being dramatic." Bree said. "He really enjoyed himself. You can see
the difference in him already."

"Bree, please promise me you'll be careful with him. This is a sensitive time
for him. Please promise me."

"I promise Nat. He'll be fine. I won't do anything to hurt him. Ever."

I studied the gym as I returned from the bathroom. It was really nice, very
big and modern, and looked to be well equipped. There were some REALLY big
people working out, but there were normal looking folks too. Maybe it wouldn't
be so bad to come here.

When I returned, Nat and Bree were still talking. When I walked up, the two of
them stopped and stared at me. Natalie took me by the shoulders and held me
possessively.

"You know," I said to them, "I kind of like this place. It feels less
intimidating with you. Do you think you could show me how to use all this
stuff?"

Bree face lit up with satisfaction.

"I've got a break between clients tomorrow." Natalie told me. "If you want to
come in at 1, I can give you a solid two hours."

"I'd like that Nat. Thank you."

"Come on you two," Nat said as she pushed us to the door, "let's go back to
the house and have dinner. I've got some great sea bass fillets chef Bill can
cook for us."

If I do say so myself, dinner was great. I seared the sea bass simply in a bit
of olive oil and served it over roasted veggies tossed in a turmeric dressing.
As good as it was, I struggled to eat. Both Natalie and Bree were in tank tops
and their swollen upper bodies were in full view. The thick cords of shredded
beef in their arms would ebb and flow as they moved food from their plates to
their mouths. Watching the play of their muscles was hypnotic. I was also
taken aback at how much Natalie and Bree could eat. It was impressive to watch
them fill their massive bodies, and I was giddy that they so enjoyed what I
made.

"I bet you're good enough to cook professionally." Bree said between
mouthfuls.

I actually thought about it for a minute during my freshman year at college,
but I decided I would be much happier cooking as a hobby. I still really
wanted to be a vet, specifically a small animal vet. I loved animals and I
have a way with them. My undergraduate studies were all biology and sciences
and I did well at them.

"What about you Bree?" I asked. "I saw the nutrition textbooks in your
apartment."

"It's a passion for me like cooking is for you. It's fascinating to understand
how food fuels your body. It would be a cool collaboration to mix my nutrition
knowledge with your cooking skill. We'd make a hell of a team."

"Did you study it in college?"

"No." Bree answered, a bit sadly. "The bodybuilding lifestyle is pretty
all-consuming. I've been saving for college, but I'm not there yet. Still, I
wouldn't change anything. I love sculpting my body more than anything."

I felt a twinge of guilt about school and the fact that Bree didn't have the
same opportunity I did. As hard as my life felt, I really did have a lot of
advantages that could easily be taken for granted.

Natalie changed the subject, to my great relief. "Bree, is your buddy still
coming into town tomorrow?"

Bree lit up like a bonfire. "Yep! I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. Billy,
I can't wait for you two to meet."

"Who is it?"

"That's a surprise." Bree said, drawing a laugh from Natalie.

We cleaned up and Bree said her goodbyes. She picked me up in a bearhug,
kissed me on the cheek and started to put me down. When Natalie turned back
into the kitchen, she hoisted me again up and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"The Bear is gonna get you." She said in a cryptic whisper. She dropped me to
my feet and twirled away with an ear to ear grin. I had no idea what that
meant, but I suppose I'd find out soon enough.

I went back to the kitchen to find Natalie.

"Nat, can we talk."

"Of course we can."

I took her by the hand and led her to the living room where we sat.

"This feels serious." She said with a touch of concern.

"It is, but not in a bad way. I had a surprise for Dad, but since he's not
here anymore, I want to share it with you."

Natalie's eyes moistened, and so did mine. I took a deep breath and continued.

"I've applied for graduate school already, to get my vet degree. State is a
mile away and they've got one of the top-rated programs in the country."

"That's great Bill!"

"That isn't the good part. I've won a full scholarship from them, as long as I
keep my grades up through my last three semesters of undergrad."

Natalie reached out and hauled me in for a backbreaking hug.

"Your dad would be so proud of you." She said tearfully.

I pushed back on Natalie with a goofy grin. "But wait," I said theatrically,
"there's more!"

I was nervous about the next part because I didn't know how Natalie would
respond to it. Natalie let me out of her grip and sat back ready to listen.

"State would be willing to let me transfer in right now to finish my
undergraduate classes. I could be there for the next term. That would mean
in-state tuition for my last three semesters, and if I lived at home, there
would be no housing costs. I could finish school all the way to my vet degree
for next to no money."

"Bill, I can't describe how proud of you I am right now." Natalie's words made
me feel so warm inside.

"Of course, there's one thing." I said uncertainly, "You'd have to be ok with
me living at home."

"Bill." Natalie ran her big hand up the side of my face. "I would like nothing
better than to have you here. OK?"

She pulled my head forward and kissed me softly on the forehead.

I had been so excited about my plan because it would have given dad a huge
cushion to live on instead of spending all of his savings on my education.
With dad gone, the idea had lost its luster. But listening to Bree talk about
college at dinner had given me a brilliant idea.

"So...can I push this one step further, Nat?"

"I'm listening."

"Dad set a lot of money aside for my schooling. I don't need much of it
anymore. Can we use some of it for Bree to go to school?"

Natalie's face got serious. "Bill, that money is for you. Your dad entrusted
it to me for that one purpose. That was a promise I made him. Bree will figure
her life out on her own."

"But Natalie, there's going to be so much left over. And if Bree goes to State
too, her tuition wouldn't cost much either."

I grabbed a notepad and started running the numbers to show Natalie that my
idea was financially possible. Natalie did not look convinced at all, but she
reviewed my work. For the next hour, she questioned me. I was deeply impressed
with Natalie. Her questions were sharp and sometimes hard to answer. She made
me look at things from perspectives I would never have thought of. This woman
was so smart and insightful. God I was lucky to have her. I was mostly able to
hold my ground with Natalie, and by the end I had her mostly convinced.

"You've really thought hard on this Bill. I'm all in favor of you moving home
and going to State. Nothing would make me happier. We'll talk about Bree's
education later. I want both of us to think about this longer. The big
question you have to answer for me is why."

"Because I love her." I looked at Natalie with big honest eyes.

"Do you love her because she made you cum today?"

I went beet red with embarrassment.

"Bree...told you?"

"She admitted it when I confronted her. She knows better than to lie or
withhold from me."

"How did you know?" I asked.

Natalie smiled down at me sympathetically. "I'm old enough to know what a boy
looks like when he's had his first experience with a woman. You were
positively glowing this afternoon. Not many things give a guy that look. Bill,
look, Bree lives life on her own terms. She's a free spirit with a dominant
personality. She can bend people to her will without even meaning too. I just
want you to make sure you can separate family love from rapture. Let's talk
about it again in a couple of days. OK?"

I should have been mortified, but somehow, I wasn't. Natalie was blunt and
honest, and I was becoming accustomed to her style. She wasn't trying to
humiliate me, only make me see things through a wider lens.

"Ok." I agreed.

The next morning, I heard Natalie in her shower. I ran downstairs to make her
coffee and a breakfast of egg whites, avocado and salsa. I heard Nat come
downstairs, hoping she would like her surprise. She pressed hard up against my
back, her arms embracing me around my chest like steel bands. She lifted me
off my feet to kiss me on the cheek.

"You're really spoiling me young man. I may never let you go."

I let my head fall back onto her shoulder. "I'd be good with that."

We ate quickly since Nat had to get to the gym for her first client of the
day. She gave me a rundown of what to do at the gym when I got there and
reminded me not to be late. With that my goddess step-mom ran out the door.

A few hours later, I made my way to my first workout ever. I know it's silly,
but I was really nervous. I hated displaying my thin body, and at the gym it
would be out there for everyone to judge. But I took a deep breath and marched
in. Jamie, the little blonde receptionist I met the day before, was at the
desk again.

"Hey there, Bill!" she said in her bubbly voice. "Are you ready for your first
day?"

"Uh, I think so. I just need to change."

"Come on cutie, I'll show you where the locker room is." Jamie came around and
grabbed me by the hand. I tried not to ogle her as she dragged me through the
gym. She was a couple of inches shorter than me with a painfully tight body.
The only thing not muscly on her were her swaying breasts.

"Here you go sweetie. You know where to find me if you need anything."

She winked at me as she walked away, turning back to make sure I was watching
her butt as she went. I got changed and came back out to the gym floor. There
was a nutrition store attached to the gym, and Bree worked there. She saw me
waiting for Natalie and ran over.

"Hey you!" Bree said with a grin. She bent down so we were eye to eye. "You
need to be prepared for today. Natalie is a different person when she's
training. She's intense and she's gonna push you hard. Just listen to her and
give her everything you've got. Don't hold anything back. She doesn't accept
excuses and hates weakness. OK?"

"Bree, you're terrifying me."

"I know, but I don't want her to go full trainer on you without fair warning.
She's a beast, but that's how she pushes you to build this shit."

Bree flexed her 19-inch cannon in my face. I reached up and felt the rocky
mass. As usual, Bree left me breathless.

"Would you stop scaring him." Natalie was rolling her eyes as she appeared
from behind Bree. "Come on Bill, let's get this party started."

Natalie pointed to the racks of free weights. "Meet me over there."

I went over and waited, trying to stay out of everyone's way. A big 6- foot
tall musclebound guy came up to me. "Here we go", I thought.

"Hey bro," he said. "You got Miss Natalie training you today?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Wow. You're lucky bro, she's the best. Kill it, man."

With that, he walked off. Nice guy, but it was a strange interaction. It was
like Natalie was a minor celebrity to the bodybuilders in the gym. Then
another guy walked up who wasn't nearly as well built as the first.

"Hey skinny, you're blocking progress. Real men are working out here. Take
your twigs somewhere else."

I didn't even have time to respond before Natalie swooped in and unleashed
holy terror. She got right up in the jerk's face. They were about the same
height, but Natalie was wider and way more defined that he could ever dream of
being.

"Who do you think you're calling skinny? How dare you fuck with someone who's
trying to make themselves better. Do you even lift for real? It sure doesn't
look like it? You've been in here for an hour and you haven't even broken a
sweat yet!"

The jerk literally shrank under Natalie's onslaught. She tensed herself as she
loomed over the moron, making a roadmap of veins pop out of her skin.

"I think it's time you leave."

The guy visibly gulped, then ran off.

Natalie just shook her head. "Asshole. He's never been in here before, and he
won't be back. Here's the rule Bill, if you're working out and you have the
time and energy to watch someone else, then you're not working hard enough. I
know you're self-conscious, but everyone here is focused on themselves and
their routine. Just be respectful of their space and they'll take care of
you."

Natalie started me on my workout. A lot of what we did was with a bar only, or
with minimal weight.

"Am I that weak?" I asked at one point.

"No Bill. But you have to learn proper form and technique before you lift real
weight. Otherwise your workouts won't be as effective or worse, you'll hurt
yourself."

I did what Bree told me to; I focused and put everything I had into following
Natalie's direction. Even with the light weights, I was so wiped at the end of
two hours I could barely stand.

Natalie smiled at me for the first time since we started. "You did good Bill.
For the first day."

"I actually feel great!" I said, "For a bowl of jelly."

"You're going to hurt like hell tomorrow, but we're going to do it all over
again."

"Yes ma'am."

I went to shower and change back into street clothes. I really did feel good.
When I left the locker room, there was a commotion at the front of the gym. A
group of people were coming in with camera equipment, and a big group of
gym-goers were crowded around the door. The noisy crowd suddenly hushed, then
parted like the Red Sea. My eyes went wide in awe and my breath caught in my
throat. Standing in the doorway was the woman all the schmoe muscle websites
called the Russian Bear. Pound for pound she was the most muscular woman in
the world, Ruslana Kuznetsova. Ruslana was a behemoth of a human being. I knew
her stats from the web and they were utterly unbelievable. I truly believed
that most female bodybuilder measurements were exaggerated but seeing Ruslana
in the flesh was forcing me rethink that assumption. At 5'8, she was just a
couple of inches taller than me, and slightly taller than the average woman.
But that frame reputedly supported 225 solid pounds of beef. Ruslana was 15
pounds heavier than Bree even though she's 5 inches shorter! Looking at this
monster, I was compelled to believe everything I had read. I was shaken out of
my internal dialogue by a thundering vibration. Bree blew past me at a full
run.

"Ruslana!" She bellowed.

Ruslana's face was a calm, almost arrogant mask surveying the worshipful crowd
surrounding her. But when she saw Bree, Ruslana broke into gleeful grin.

"Bree!" She roared in a voice so deep and gravelly it seemed otherworldly.

Ruslana rushed towards Bree. I was reminded of two bull elephants charging
each other, fighting for dominance. Ruslana launched herself into the air.
Solid muscle smacked into solid muscle with a loud slap. Bree's massive body
was forced back a couple of steps when Ruslana's mass bounded into her waiting
arms. The two huge women hugged tightly and would not let each other go.
Ruslana pulled her head back and planted a big kiss on Bree's waiting lips.
Finally, they released one another and Ruslana slipped to the ground. Standing
next to each other, the contrast between the two women was astonishing. While
Bree had a height advantage, Ruslana was much wider across the body and
thicker front to back. On their own, Bree's 19-inch biceps looked like world
beaters. But Ruslana's 22.5-inch biceps made my step-aunt's arms, in fact her
whole body, look almost thin by comparison!

Natalie trotted up to the duo. Ruslana's face clouded with sweet emotion as
she reached out to Nat.

"Mama Bear." Ruslana said softly.

"Hey baby girl. Natalie answered and she held Ruslana around the shoulders and
head. "You're spending the holidays with us, OK. No lonely hotel rooms for
you."

Ruslana nodded her head with a grateful smile.

"I will love that, thank you Natalya."

Bree grabbed Ruslana by the hand and pulled her in my direction.

"Ruslana, I have someone you need to meet." Bree said excitedly.

As they walked towards me, I was transfixed by the motion of Ruslana's 30-inch
quads. Every step made the heaving muscles sway back and forth on her thighs
before snapping into a frighteningly powerful flex with every footfall. Each
of her quads were exactly the same diameter as my waist!

When they reached me, Bree wrapped her long fingers behind my neck and pulled
me in front of her. I was face to face with my ultimate fantasy. Ruslana had
an impressively large pair of breasts with deep cleavage on display in a half
zipped sleeveless vest. Good god she was enormous. If the comparison to
Ruslana made Bree seem small, her contrast to my wispy physique was comical.
My shoulders fit inside the curve of her bust. Two of me could have stood
shoulder to shoulder and still not been as wide as Ruslana's upper body.

"Ruslana, this is my new nephew, Billy." Bree's voice had a touch of pride
that just made my day.

"Billy, is so nice to meet you. Bree told me of you, and you are exactly what
I expected."

Ruslana spoke with a heavy Russian accent. Combined with her deep, raspy
voice, the accent gave her an exotic lilt. She reached out and wrapped her
meaty hands around my biceps. Ruslana pulled me close and gave me three
kisses, one cheek, the other cheek and back again. I rested my hands on her
big forearms during the greeting. My fingers couldn't even span half the
diameter of the thick limb.

The photographers and videographers were behind us, pacing impatiently waiting
for Ruslana. Bree hugged Ruslana again and said they'd meet up after the shoot
was over. When we were alone, Ruslana turned her attention back to me. She had
a very unique look. Her light grey eyes were piercing and contrasted with her
tan skin. She wore her shoulder length brown hair loosely and it flowed behind
her as she moved. But Ruslana's lips were the defining feature of her face.
They were bee stung, thick and full. I could only imagine what it would be
like to kiss them. Ruslana ran her hand through my hair as she stared at me.

"My little Zaichik." She rumbled.

"What's that?" I asked, still overwhelmed by Ruslana's presence.

"It means bunny. I grew up on farm and I loved to play with the little
rabbits. You are cute and soft like them."

Ruslana pulled my head close to her face, and she whispered to me in a
conspiratorial tone.

"I would hold them and stroke them. And when I was hungry, I would take rabbit
in my hands and SNAP. I would break them."

My face went white. Was this big Russian muscle goddess a psycho? Ruslana
broke out laughing.

"I kid with you little Billy." She said as she patted my face. "I know the
small men like to hear mean talk from big muscle girls! No? Come Zaichik. You
will help me today. I need someone to carry my things while men take pictures.
You do this for me?"

"Uh sure, I'd love to." I said quickly. Please, follow my big muscles like a
panting dog. I'm in!

Ruslana flashed a delighted smile as we walked back to the gaggle of
photographers. I retrieved her bag, along with a couple of towels from the
desk, and followed along. The director of the photo shoot took Ruslana all
over the gym and had her work various body parts, then pose. Between sets, I
would bring her water and a towel to dry herself. As the afternoon wore on,
she worked up quite a sweat. I thought the hotter she got, the sweeter she
smelled.

Ruslana was glorious. She bulged everywhere, but in a different way from Bree.
Bree was huge, but very symmetrical. Ruslana didn't seem like she was going
for symmetry. She was trying to achieve maximum mass in every body part. I
don't know if I could pick a favorite muscle group on her. Was it the mammoth
quads that first commanded my attention? When Ruslana walked away from me, I
was amazed at the backside of her legs. Her hamstrings were enormous blocky
masses strapped to the back of her thighs. Maybe her insanely wide back? It
was so full and dense and topped by traps that reached halfway up her neck
even when relaxed. Her shoulders? Cripes, her rear delt alone was bigger than
most men's shoulders. Could it be her deeply set abs, that danced as she
breathed? The grooves between the muscle bellies were so deep you could lose
fingers in them. In one video shot, Ruslana flexed and vacuumed her abs. The
way her midsection moved was surreal. Then when she turned her torso and
clenched down, her serratus muscles stood out in sharp relief like a ladder
running up her side. But really, it had to be her arms that stole the show.
Ruslana's biceps were freakish and unique in the bodybuilding world. Her thick
arm supported a massive pile of muscle that spread out and up. That pile was
topped with another mound of muscle, slightly smaller in diameter. It gave the
appearance of a mountain peak topped with a giant observatory. Even from the
back, her bicep seemed to shoot straight up out of her arm. As a package,
Ruslana was unreal.

At one point, she was curling a 75-pound dumbbell for the camera. Ruslana made
it look like a warm-up weight. Then the director hustled her over to the
window so he could get a shot in the fading sunlight. Ruslana was so rushed
that she just put the weight down on the ground rather than re-racking it. I
thought I'd try to do it for her. I was feeling good after my workout, after
all! I put both hands on the bar and strained to lift the heavy weight. It
started to come up, but I lost my grip. The dumbbell dropped and I fell
backwards. I was ready to land on my butt, but instead, I fell against a hard
wall of muscle. I looked up and saw Bree's beautiful face, lips pursed and
head shaking at me. She had squatted behind me to catch me, and I was
surrounded by her bulk.

"If Nat saw what you just did, she'd rip your head off. You never break form
when you're trying to lift." Bree said.

"Oh, I saw!" Came Natalie's voice from several stations away.

Bree and I broke into guilty giggles. She pushed me back onto my feet but
remained squatted down behind me. Bree woman-handled my body into a proper
lifting form, then spotted me as I tried to lift the dumbbell again. I was
able to get it off the ground this time. Bree took some of the weight so I
wouldn't hurt myself, but I got it into the rack.

"Thanks Bree." I said with a touch of reverence. My one session at the gym
today taught me the effort it takes to build muscle. I was more in awe than
ever at the physical accomplishments of my new family.

Finally, after another hour of shooting, Ruslana was finished. As she was
preparing to leave, Ruslana gave me a big hug. My thin body was bent over her
big bust as her beef cocooned me. The feeling was so arousing! Bree also
headed out for the day. I knew Natalie had two more clients, so she'd be home
late. I had a night to myself. A night to reflect on this crazy, exhausting
day.

I ran back to the locker room and took a cold shower. I needed it! I was
walking home when I remembered that I left my phone charger at Bree's the day
before. I veered off to her apartment and knocked on the door. I did NOT like
the sound I heard coming from inside.

"Who the hell could that be. I'm going to beat their head in!"

The door whipped open and a very angry looking Bree stood at the threshold in
a long robe.

"Bill! What are you doing here?"

"I...I'm sorry Bree. I left my charger here. I'll come back. I'm sorry!"

"Bill, you're fine."

Then, from the back of the apartment, I heard a familiar voice.

"Is that little Billy? Does he want to play with us?"

Ruslana's head appeared from Bree's bedroom door. Bree looked down at me with
an amorous smile.

"You had your first lesson with a woman yesterday. Are you ready for graduate
school?"

I was frozen in place. Embarrassment, shock, lust; my emotions were all over
the place. Bree grabbed my arm and pulled me into the apartment as a fully
nude Ruslana stepped into the room.

"Zaichik! Come. I am hungry and I want to break you."

The click of the door closing behind me had a ring of finality to it. What did
Ruslana mean by "break me"? Was she joking again? The look on her face was
pretty damn intense. I felt like prey. But honestly, did I care? Being eaten
by the biggest, sexiest lioness might not be so bad. Bree dropped her robe,
pressed up against my back and loosely wrapped me in her arms.

"Isn't Ruslana the hottest muscle bitch ever?" She asked me in a sultry
whisper.

Bree's hands rested on my chest. I laid my hands on top of them and held
tight. My heart was racing as I stared at the nude colossus.

"Oh god yes."

Bree slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders.

"You're shivering Babe. You gonna be ok?"

I looked up at Bree. "Part of me wants this more than anything. The other part
of me is scared to death."

Bree tightened her arms around my chest and hoisted me up. She kissed me
softly on the cheek.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Ruslana walked up to me and ran a rough finger down my chest.

"I promise Zaichik, you will like."

Ruslana removed my shoes, pants and underwear. As soon as my pants were off,
my manhood went to full mast.

"See, little one," Ruslana glowed as she caressed my erect manhood, "you
want."

Watching Ruslana's over the top muscularity in the gym was a mind- altering
experience. Seeing it fully exposed to me now was frying my synapses. Every
part of her was bigger than life. Those 22 ?? arms, biceps sitting
majestically on top of her arms and deep triceps beneath, were as big as my
head. Thick veins ran everywhere, like roadmaps to sexual bliss. Between
Ruslana's legs was the forbidden fruit. I've seen plenty of porn. I've seen
plenty of female muscle porn. Nothing prepared me for the wad of beefy
sexuality dangling between Ruslana's unearthly quads. A woman cock extended
boldly from her vagina, inches of thick veiny dominance, demanding to be
worshipped. Flapping below it were the long, distended lips of her labia; jaws
of pure sex guarding the entrance to heaven.

This was a week of firsts for me. My first experience with a new family, my
first exposure to real life muscular women, my first time with a nude woman,
the first time a woman brought me to orgasm. Now all of these firsts seemed to
be culminating in the most explosive first of my young life. Ruslana's full,
sensous lips were curled in a smile. She reached her hands out and clasped me
under my arms, plucking me from Bree. She brought my face to hers and wrapped
her lips around mine in a ravaging kiss. Her tongue assailed my mouth, owning
me. She broke the kiss with a lingering lick of my lips. With no show of
effort, Ruslana slowly raised my body up until her arms were fully extended.
She blew a puff of air on the head of my dick, then kissed it lightly. My eyes
glazed over in sexual euphoria.

Ruslana walked with me to the bedroom. She swayed my slight body as she went,
then curled me in her arms. Ruslana's big breasts barely compressed as I was
pulled tightly against them.

"Just like little baby, safe in arms of powerful woman." She rasped.

Ruslana reclined on the bed and laid me on top of her. Bree followed us into
the room. I looked up and saw her stepping into a thick black strap-on, the
same one she used in her webcam video. I went white as a sheet.

"Bree...?" I squeaked in fear.

"This isn't for you Billy." Bree said calmly. "Unless you want it." She added
with an evil grin.

"No thank you! My butt is fine like it is."

Ruslana laughed deeply at me as she took my head in her hands and pushed me
down to her crotch.

"Make me wet little one."

Bree crawled on the bed next to me. She toyed with Ruslana's massive clit,
then curled her finger deep in Ruslana's pussy. Ruslana moaned as she opened
her legs wide. Bree withdrew her finger coated in Ruslana's juices and sucked
on it, never breaking eye contact with me.

"So sweet." Bree whispered.

She stuck her finger into Ruslana again and presented it to me. I lapped at
her finger tentatively, then took it all in my mouth. The viscous goo was
salty and delicious. I wanted more. Bree giggled my innocence.

"Look here." She instructed me. Bree gave me a quick anatomy lesson on the
over-developed sex in front of me and told me how to please Ruslana. I took
her labia into my mouth and rolled my tongue over the luscious lips. My tongue
moved into her vagina as deeply as I could push it and tickled her insides. By
the time my lips consumed Ruslana's meaty clit, she was moaning and oozing.
Her wide hips bucked against me, threatening to throw me off the bed. She
palmed the back of my head to keep me in place as I sucked her to a screaming
orgasm. Ruslana immediately pulled me up to her chest and presented a stiff
nipple to me.

"Suck it, Zaichik!" She roared.

I clasped my lips onto her rosy nubs and sucked hard. Bree took my place at
Ruslana's sex. She pushed Ruslana's crushing legs up and drove her black
strap-on deep into the gushing crotch. Ruslana lost all control of her body. I
was a toy boat tossed on a wild ocean of muscle. When Ruslana regained her
senses, she grabbed Bree roughly by the hair and pulled her into a ravishing
kiss. Then it was my turn. Ruslana wrapped a strong hand around my neck and
pulled me across her body. She clamped her other hand around one of my skinny
thighs. I was shoved high into the air, supported by the steel girders of her
arms.

"Zaichik, now is time for your treat. Now I eat YOU!"

She lowered me, taking my dick into her mouth and licking it hard, before
pressing me back up again. I wrapped my puny hands around a thick bicep and
enjoyed the feeling of the rocky mass growing and receding as she pumped me up
and down. I didn't last long. Talk about losing control. My body and psyche
were a twitching mess as I came in the biggest sexplosion of my life. Ruslana
drained every drop from me and left my dick red and flaccid.

"My adorable Zaichik." Ruslana giggled deeply.

Bree curled her muscular form next to Ruslana and pulled me down between them.
I was sandwiched in loving muscle. The girls kissed passionately over my head
while I kissed their powerful chests. I drifted to sleep never wanting this to
end.

I was only asleep for a few minutes. As I woke up, I heard the girls talking
above me.

"Bree, I don't want to go back. I only want to stay here with you." Ruslana's
voice was sorrowful.

"I know Baby." Bree replied, trying to comfort her lover. "One of Nat's
clients is an immigration attorney. She's talking to her to see what our
options are."

I raised myself and looked at my muscular goddesses, suddenly understanding
that they were talking about Ruslana remaining in the US. "Can I help
somehow?"

"Zaichik, you are so sweet. But I don't know how."

I explained that one of my professors, my favorite, had recently married his
Russian wife. There had to be a solution.

"There probably is for straight couples." Bree said pensively. "I doubt
anything would work for two women."

Bree was very likely right, but there must be other options. I snuggled back
down to think, but it was hard to concentrate. The nest of muscle I rested in
had me horny and hard again. I'm sure Ruslana felt my stiffening erection
pressing against her thigh. She grabbed me around my chest and held me up
above her.

"I will not be sad! Zaichik, make me feel better!"

She opened her legs and pushed me onto the bed between them.

"Fuck me little Zaichik!"

For a woman of her mass, Ruslana was shockingly flexible. She held her legs
high and wide, opening her vagina to me. I inserted myself into her tight sex.
I have never felt anything so divine. I had the "O" face before my first hip
thrust. Bree and Ruslana kissed ravenously as I drove myself into her. I
remembered my lessons from Bree and rubbed Ruslana's clit hard as I fucked
her. Since I had just come, I was able to hold out longer that I should have
been able to; Long enough for Ruslana and I to climax together. I collapsed on
her sweaty torso, a tiny body against her brawn. Bree pulled me clear of
Ruslana's crotch. She lifted Ruslana's hips and dropped her mouth onto the
dripping vagina, sucking her clean.

"My two babies." Bree said, as she lowered Ruslana and pulled the two of us
into an embrace. "I'm starving even after all that protein. Let's go eat!"

"Yes!" Ruslana roared. She rolled off the bed, took me by the hips and tossed
my limp body over her shoulder on the way to the bathroom.

"You see Zaichik, I told you I would break you!"

After cleaning up, we headed to Bree's favorite little spot, a Peruvian
rotisserie chicken restaurant. I didn't remember it from when I lived here, so
it could only have opened in the past couple of years. The owners, a nice
couple from Peru named Delgado, clearly knew Bree. They both greeted her
warmly, calling her "Miss Bree".

"The usual?" They asked.

Bree asked for two "usuals" plus a half chicken for me.

While we waited, Mrs. Delgado called into the back of the shop. "Girls, Miss
Bree is here!"

Two young Latina girls, maybe 13 years old and twins by the look of them, came
rushing out. Bree bent down and grabbed one girl in each arm and lifted them
up. They both kissed her on a cheek.

"I can't wait to be as strong as you, Miss Bree." One of them said.

"You keep coming to train with me and you will be soon. I promise."

The comment made me look closely, and sure enough, you could see a little
definition on their arms. Their dad brought out our food, so Bree let them
down and we sat to eat. There was only one other table of people in the small
restaurant, so we took a large booth. We needed it. Bree and Ruslana each had
three whole chickens in front of them! My women had big appetites. The food
was delicious and actually pretty healthy. We were devouring our food when we
heard a guy at the nearby table loudly make a rude comment.

"No wonder they're fat cows."

Both Bree and Ruslana had on oversized sweatshirts, so their beef was covered.
The guy had no idea who he was insulting. The girls kept their cool and only
rolled their eyes. I guess they were used to this kind of treatment from
jerks. One of the girls at the table told the guy to shut up and not be mean,
but he kept going.

"And look at the skinny twerp with them. He must have a fat fetish!"

That comment was a mistake. Bree looked over at him, then across at me. "Isn't
that the guy who picked on you at the gym today? The one Nat scared off?"

Sure enough, it was the same guy.

"Hmm." Was all Bree said as she wiped off her hands and stood over the
asshole.

"You got something to say to me, you fat bitch?" The jerky guy growled,
looking up at Bree.

Bree kept her eyes locked on him as she pulled her sweatshirt off. Underneath
was a skintight tank top that exposed her big 19-inch guns and chiseled
cannonball shoulders. Every other muscle of her ripped upper body was
tantalizing highlighted by the clinging shirt. Bree handed me her sweatshirt,
which I carefully folded and held up to my face so I could smell her sweet
musk. I was sitting on the same side of the booth as Ruslana, who turned
toward me and wrapped me up in her arms. She pulled me tight against her and
sat her chin on my shoulder.

"I love watching her do this to stupid arrogant men."

The jerk stood up fast, but Bree put a hand on his chest and shoved him back
into his seat. She pulled a chair over to the table and sat across from him.
His friends pushed away, not sure what was about to happen.

"I don't care what you say about me." Bree said with an impassive expression
as she looked down on him. "You're less than worthless to me. But when you
abuse my nephew, twice in one day, you and I are going to have a problem."

Bree put her elbow on the table and held her hand up.

"Put your muscle where your mouth is. If you're man enough to take on a fat
girl."

From the back of the restaurant, we heard Mrs. Delgado call out, "Girls, Miss
Bree is arm wrestling again."

The twins came running out and excitedly stood by our table to watch.

"He's so gonna lose." One of them said.

The jerk was sweating. Bree's arm was menacing and intimidating. Nevertheless,
the guy couldn't back down in front of his friends and two young girls, so he
roughly slapped his hand into Bree's. She maintained her dispassionate gaze
and told him to start whenever he wanted. The guy began to apply force. I
think he actually believed he could compete with Bree. That belief didn't last
long.

Bree began to tease the jerk. "Come on big boy. Push hard. You can do it. Is
that a blood vessel popping out of your forehead?"

Suddenly, Bree's arm began to go down. He was making progress against her, but
his effort to do it was mighty.

"You're getting there, big man. You almost have it." Bree said with a smirk.

He got Bree's hand to within 4 inches of the table when his progress stopped
cold.

"I don't think so honey."

Bree powered their arms up to the starting position. Her bicep ballooned in
size and definition. The guy's eyes were bloodshot and sweat was dripping off
of his forehead. Then Bree's arm started to go down again. He got her arm
halfway down this time before his progress halted.

"Why don't you try using both hands." Bree suggested.

The guy didn't respond. He just kept straining and puffing. Bree wouldn't
brook disobedience. She tightened her hand around his in a crushing grip. He
yelped in pain as his hand went white and joints popped in his fingers.

"I said, use...two..hands."

He quickly added his other hand to the struggle. He had her now! But no. As
soon as he laced his other hand around Bree's, she powered their arms up to
the starting point. Then, just as quickly, she slammed his arms down on the
table so hard that he flipped out of his seat and onto his knees on the floor.
The twins cheered and whooped as Mrs. Delgado steered them back to their
homework. Ruslana squeezed me tight.

"Your Tetka, your aunt, is so hot." She purred in my ear.

Bree held onto the jerk's hand as she crossed her legs and reclined into her
chair.

"You really need to start being nicer to people." She said. "Otherwise it's
gonna suck to be you when you keep getting owned by girls like me."

Bree crunched down hard on his hand one more time, eliciting a crying gasp,
before she dropped the wilted limb in his lap. The jerk crawled to his feet
and ran out of the restaurant. Bree rejoined us at the table in satisfied
silence. I crawled out of the booth and handed Bree her sweatshirt back.

"Thanks Billy." She said with a kiss.

When we finished our supper, the girls walked me home. We talked for a bit
more before they headed back to the apartment with amorous looks in their
eyes. I knew what they'd be doing for the rest of the night. I was exhausted,
but there was an idea I had to explore. I called my professor at school, not
only to tell him I'd be transferring, but also to ask him how he was able to
bring his wife from Russia. I knew there had to be a way...and there was.

________________________________________________

Following the advice of my professor, I spent the next day researching how the
foreign spouse of an American citizen could obtain a green card and eventually
citizenship. There was one clear path in my mind. I texted Bree and asked her
and Ruslana to stop by the house tomorrow before they went to the gym. Nat had
an early client, so she would be gone, and I could talk to the them alone.

When the girls arrived at the house the next morning, I had coffee waiting for
them.

"Uh oh." Bree said with mock suspicion. "He wants something."

"He does not." Ruslana said as she wrapped a bicep laden arm around my neck
and pulled me in for a kiss. "He is just sweet man who loves the big muscle."

"You mean a muscle slut." Bree laughed at her own taunt.

I rolled my eyes at Bree. "I actually have something I want to give you." I
said. "Or at least offer."

Bree and Ruslana sat down with me at the kitchen table and I laid out my plan.

"Ruslana can get a green card and citizenship if she marries a US citizen. It
takes 4 to 5 years according to my professor. Marrying you Bree, is not going
to help the process. A same sex couple would face insurmountable difficulties
these days. But Ruslana could marry me. After she gets her citizenship, we can
divorce and the two of you can be together forever. So, what do you think?"

In my mind, this was the simplest thing in the world. But Bree and Ruslana
looked at me with dumbfounded expressions. Ruslana spoke first.

"Zaichik, explain again. I do not think I understand."

I went over it again and added "I'm moving home for school already. I've got
about 5 years left to finish undergrad and graduate school. I'll be here," I
said "so it's no disruption to me. We already live like an extended family, so
really, it'll be no different than now."

Ruslana's eyes watered as she covered my hands with her vascular paws.
"Zaichik, you are so sweet. But I could never ask you to do this."

"Natalie will kill us for even thinking about it." Bree added.

"I can convince her." I said confidently. "Nat has a very logical mind and
this idea is totally logical."

"You've known her for like a week." Bree said with an exasperated snort. "I've
known her my entire life. Sure, she can be logical. But she's also fiercely
protective of you. Logic goes out the window when she gets like that. She
won't go for it."

Ruslana was really crying now. "Zaichik, whether such a thing can be or not,"
She stood and pulled me out of my chair. "No one has ever tried to do
something so nice for me." Her mammoth arms compressed me into her chest.

Bree's face was hard edged. She wasn't going to let herself break down. She
shook her head at me, but I could see her lip start to quiver. She stood up
and wrapped her long arms around the Ruslana and I.

"You are the dumbest, most soft-hearted, romantic fool I've ever met." She
whispered down to me, the filling in a muscle sandwich. "And you're my nephew.
How did I get so lucky? I love you so much Billy."

Bree finally let us go and pulled back. "I still don't think we can convince
Nat. And if she's not on board, this won't work."

"Trust me." I said with a cocky grin and a level of bravado I had no right to
possess. "I can convince her!"

That night, I had the fancy table set and dinner ready when Natalie, Bree and
Ruslana got home.

"What's up with this?" Natalie asked with surprise as they walked in.

"Don't you think you're overdoing it a bit, squirt? Bree laughed.

Natalie looked at me, back at Bree and Ruslana, then back at me again.
"Seriously, what's up? The three of you have terrible poker faces."

"What are you talking about? Can't I make a fancy dinner for no reason?" I
asked with indignation.

Natalie raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "Of course you could. But
you didn't."

I took a deep breath, accepting that I couldn't fool her. Damn it. Why was she
so freaking perceptive? "Fine." I said, "I have something I want to talk to
you about. I know how to keep Ruslana in the country and together with Bree."

"Great!" Natalie said. "Share."

We gathered in the kitchen and I laid out my marriage plan. Natalie maintained
a completely impassive expression as I spoke, but occasionally nodded her
understanding. When I was done, I put my hands on my hips and puffed out my
chest.

"So? What do you think?" I asked proudly.

Natalie stared deeply into my eyes for a couple of seconds. "I need wine." She
said.

She poured glasses of red for her and the girls. She looked at me, laughed to
herself and poured me one too.

"Bill," Natalie began, "What you're describing is noble. But I don't think you
fully comprehend how this 'plan' of yours can affect your life." You can't
just enter into something like this without understanding the consequences.
First, you're describing intentional fraud of the immigration system. Second,
a divorce stays with you for your entire life. And five years is a long time."

I argued. Natalie was right, of course. She's always right. But I wouldn't let
it go. Bree and Ruslana stayed silent and looked increasingly uncomfortable.

Natalie finally interrupted my arguments. "Bill, you're not telling me
anything new. You're just repeating yourself." She went on and on with
everything that was wrong with my plan. And there was a lot that I hadn't
thought about. I was so frustrated. She was right and it was driving me crazy.
I had to get her to understand me.

"Mom, stop! Please! You're not hearing me!" I exclaimed.

The room went silent. Bree and Ruslana stared at me with wide eyes and open
mouths. Natalie crossed an arm over her abs and covered her mouth with the
other hand like she was trying to suppress a scream. Her eyes moistened. What
did I do? What did I say? I replayed my words in my head.

Bree broke the silence. "Billy, you called Nat 'Mom'".

Oh, wow, I did. I crossed my arms defensively in front of me.

"Yeah, well, she is." I looked at Natalie. "You are my mom. That doesn't take
anything away from my mom, my first mom. But she's gone now. And...you're...
my mom today."

"Oh Bill." Natalie said in a shaky voice. "That might be the nicest thing
anyone has ever said to me."

Natalie hoisted my slim body into a painfully tight bearhug. She pressed her
lips to my cheek and held them there. I felt love like I hadn't in years. Bree
came up behind me and placed her hand on Natalie's shoulder. Natalie broke her
kiss and looked at Bree with sad eyes. She let me slip down her rocky torso to
my feet.

"Bill is right." Natalie whispered. "We all need to stop." She turned my head
up to hers. "Tomorrow is your dad's funeral. We need to table this and focus
on what's in front of us. I promise I'll ask my attorney friend about your
idea. But for now, we need to think about your father."

I'm such an idiot. I was so single-minded about fixing things for Bree that I
failed to think about how Dad's funeral would affect everyone else.

"I'm sorry Natalie." I sniffled as I wrapped my arms around her. I lay my head
on her shoulder and she curled her hand around the back of my head to hold me
against the stony muscle.

"You don't have anything to apologize for Bill. We'll get through this as a
family."

Natalie held me for a few minutes, and Bree joined in by stroking my back.

"Hey," Bree piped up, "We've got a feast sitting in the oven that some
super-chef made. What are we gonna do about it?"

We all dried our eyes and realized that the emotion of the moment had left us
famished. We sat and ate and spent the rest of the evening reminiscing.

____________________________________________________

Dad hated funerals. I think it mostly had to do with the trauma of losing mom.
Regardless of why, he left Natalie with instructions that his funeral be small
and short. Dad was buried next to mom in a simple afternoon graveside service.
A few extended family members attended, probably as much to lay eyes on
Natalie as to say goodbye to Dad. Natalie made sure they had plenty to gawk
at. She, Bree and Ruslana were impeccably dressed. I was astounded at how well
the three of them cleaned up. We were a casual group, so I had never seen them
in anything fancy. Now, all three strutted in high heels, making them even
more intimidating amazons than normal. I swear I'm not even sure how Ruslana
found high heels that could support her weight. The three of them rocked those
things like runway models. Natalie was stunning in a black dress with see
through sleeves that gave tantalizing glimpses of her jacked arms. It modestly
ended just below her knees, but immodestly highlighted the massive bulges of
her heart shaped calves. Ruslana's dark blue dress was the same length, but no
one's eyes made it to her calves. The low-cut sleeveless top highlighted her
enormous bust, flanked by the biggest biceps anyone could imagine. Bree's
sartorial choice emphasized her thick, vascular legs; legs that ran on
forever. That is, until you added the heels. Why a 6'1 muscle packed woman
would wear four-inch heels that made her long legs look like they ran on for
days PAST forever is beyond me. Damn, my aunt was hot.

Mom and dad were never that close to the rest of their family, so I suspected
the funeral might be a little uncomfortable, especially for Natalie. I was
determined to shield her, so I spent the entire time at her side. The extended
family might gossip and make snide comments under their breath, but they
wouldn't do it in front of my face. For her part, Natalie was protecting me
too. Her arm never left my shoulder. We were each other's rocks, and it made
an incredibly sad afternoon much more bearable.

Even the short funeral seemed interminable, but it finally ended. Three
massive muscle goddesses and one slightly undersized stud headed back to the
car.

"I have a surprise." Natalie said as we clambered into the SUV. "We look good
and we're not wasting the moment. Who's hungry?"

We all whooped in unison as Natalie drove us to the entertainment district. We
lived in a large town and there were a few amazing restaurants that would have
qualified for Michelin stars if they had been in a bigger city. Natalie drove
us to the best of them. I was so excited. She explained that this was the
restaurant that she and Dad had gone to when they got engaged and several
times thereafter. Bree, Ruslana and I were awed as we walked in. It was clear
the restaurant folks knew Natalie because they took such good care of us. They
were all over us the minute we walked in and ushered us to a very roomy and
private table. Natalie told us not to worry about ordering; the chef was
cooking for us. I was excited because even though I'm a month away from my
21st birthday, the sommelier didn't ask for my ID. He poured me a glass of the
most amazing wine I had ever tasted. Natalie offered the toast.

"I refuse to be sad today. My husband, and your dad," Natalie nodded to me,
"was a happy soul. We're going to spend tonight celebrating his memory and
this awesome family."

We clinked glasses and drank to dad. The food was AMAZING! Towards the end of
the meal, the chef came out to check in on us. She was pretty, heavily
tattooed and super nice. It took me a minute, but I realized that I recognized
her from the gym. I'd seen her there once or twice, and she had always been
super intimidating. All of her tattoos and a "don't fuck with me" expression
when she was working out made me keep my distance. But now she was totally
approachable. I asked some questions about how different dishes were made and
that totally revved her up. It was the best possible night after the saddest
possible day.

We dropped Bree and Ruslana off at the apartment on the way home. We all got
out and the hugged for several long minutes. Natalie and I were quiet as we
drove away. We got to the house and went upstairs to get ready for bed. The
enormity of the day started to get to me as I sat on the edge of my bed; I
started to tear up. Natalie must have heard my sniffles, because she appeared
at my door. We locked eyes for a few seconds, then she extended her hand to
me. I got up and took her hand. She led me into her bedroom and guided me into
the bed. She joined me under the covers and spooned behind me. Natalie held me
tight against her long hard body, radiating heat and solace.

"I love you Bill."

I started sobbing, and I was only barely able to say, "I love you too".

Natalie let me cry out my grief as she held me all night long. When I woke up
the next morning, Natalie was already out of bed and downstairs. I cleaned
myself up and walked down to get coffee. Natalie was curled up on the couch in
the living room talking on the phone. I tiptoed in, kissed her on the head and
ran off to the kitchen. Bree and Ruslana arrived at the house soon thereafter
and sat with me around the kitchen table. We heard Natalie say her goodbyes on
the phone and she came into the kitchen.

"I was talking to Dana, my client who's an immigration attorney. We talked in
hypotheticals about Ruslana's situation. But before I tell you what she said,
Bill, I want you to answer a question. I need to understand why you're
obsessed with going to extremes for Bree. First you wanted to use your college
fund to pay for her college education."

Bree's head popped up with a questioning look on her face.

"We'll get to that later." Natalie said to Bree, then she turned back to me.
"Now, you're asking to spend five years of your life in a marriage to a woman
you've known for a few days, so that Bree can have a life with her. You want
to go to insane lengths to please Bree. Why?"

I sat silent for a minute, collecting my thoughts and I teared up a little
again. Dad's death brought the reality of my life, past, present and future
into sharp focus. I sipped some coffee and took a deep breath before
beginning.

"Look," I explained, "This should be THE worst time of my entire stupid life.
I lost my mom and now my dad, at Christmas, just as I'm becoming an adult. But
instead, I've got happy feelings sparking inside; feelings I have no right to
enjoy. I'm grateful that Bree connected with my dad. Then Bree hooked him up
with you, Nat. And because of that, I have a mom again."

I turned to face Bree, who was tearing up herself. "Bree, you've given me a
real future with a real family. The least I can do is help make sure you have
a happy future with the woman you love."

I slumped back into my chair. Those few words exhausted me. Natalie stroked
the back of my head as she gazed at me.

"Dana confirmed everything you and your professor thought Bill. There are a
lot of pitfalls, and a lot that can go wrong. But your basic plan can work."

I perked up, and so did Bree.

"But," Natalie continued, "I think you've forgotten to ask the one person who
is integral in all this. You haven't asked Ruslana if this is what SHE wants."

I looked into the steel grey eyes of the muscle beast sitting across from me.
"Ruslana," I asked, "Do you want to stay here and be with Bree?"

Ruslana didn't hesitate. She nodded her head and whispered "yes".

I got out of my chair and kneeled in front of her. "Ruslana, would you do me
the honor of becoming my wife?"

_________________________________________________________

As if proposing marriage was no big deal, we all piled in the car and went to
the gym. Ruslana still had a full schedule of photo shoots, Nat and Bree had
to work and I had so much nervous energy to burn that a workout seemed the
perfect thing to do. When I was finished, I started to walk home. I took an
out of the way route, just to explore. Seeing all the old neighborhoods and
looking at how things had changed in the past couple of years was interesting.
I was alone on the sidewalk when I saw a man approaching me. He must have had
a few drinks in him because it didn't look like he could walk in a straight
line if his life depended on it. I decided to give him a wide berth. As we got
closer, I recognized him but couldn't quite figure out why. Then it hit me;
this was the jerk that had accosted me in the gym and that Bree had arm
wrestled. I needed to give him a VERY wide berth. As we were passing each
other, he recognized me too.

"You!" he spat. "You fucking puny loser! Do you think you can have your
bitches show me up over and over and not pay for it? Get over here you piece
of shit. Let's see how tough you are when you can't hide behind their skirts!"

I tried to duck away and run, but I didn't make it. He grabbed my arm and
pulled me into an alleyway, throwing me hard against a wall. My head flew back
and cracked against the brick. I was dazed as he punched me in the stomach
over and over. This was not going to end well, I thought, as I clenched my
eyes shut and endured the pain. Then a scream filled the air, and the punching
stopped.

"Get off of him, you asshole!"

I opened my eyes to see Jamie, the beautiful blonde receptionist from the gym.
Her leg was a blur as it kicked my assailant in the ribs and then in the head.
He dropped to the ground. As he was falling, she grabbed his arm and twisted
her legs around it, landing with him in an arm bar. Jamie yelled gutturally
and wrenched his arm with all of her power, tearing the tendons in his elbow
and snapping his forearm with a sickening crunch. I almost threw up at the
gory sounds. Jamie released his ruined arm as the jerk wailed in agony. She
leapt to her feet, pulled out her phone and called the police as she stepped
over to me. I was on the ground in a pile trying to regain my senses. Jamie
ran her hand over my face as she talked. When she was done with the police,
she called the gym and told Natalie where we were and briefly what had
happened. Jamie pocketed her phone and helped me sit up against the wall.

"Hey cutie, you ok?"

Jamie was back to her usual sweet self, but her voice was laced with worry.
She crouched in front of me, giving me tender little kisses. The jerk was
bawling in the background and tried to get up. Jamie turned to him with a
fierce glare and growled "You stay right where you are unless you want me to
break something else on your body!"

The police arrived quickly along with an ambulance. EMTs swarmed over both the
jerk and me. As Jamie and I gave our statements, the jerk started screaming at
the police.

"Look at what that little bitch did to me! She attacked me! Arrest her!"

The police officer shook his head at him as he pointed a thumb over his
shoulder.

"You'd better be careful what you say. There's a traffic camera across the
street that'll have this all on film."

The jerk shut up and moaned in pain as he was loaded into the ambulance. The
EMT said I had a slight concussion, but no other serious injuries. An SUV
screeched to a stop behind the ambulance and Natalie, Bree and Ruslana jumped
out and ran up to us. Natalie introduced herself to the police as my guardian
while Jamie recounted the events of the afternoon. Ruslana carefully lifted me
to my feet and held my weight like a pillar. The angry expression on her face
was frightening.

"If he crosses my path again, I will be the last thing he ever sees." she
muttered under her breath so the police officer wouldn't hear.

"Jamie, I owe you so much for protecting him." Natalie said as she finished
with the police and turned back to us.

Jamie blushed. "Bill's worth a few scrapes."

Bree gently wrapped me up in her arms. She ran her hand over the back of my
head. "Jesus Billy, you've got a bump the size of an egg back here."

"Yeah," I replied, "the EMT said I might have a slight concussion."

"Then we're taking you to the doctor right now." Natalie said with authority.
"Girls, you need to go back and finish Ruslana's photo shoot. We'll meet you
at home. Jamie, can we drop you off at your place?"

Jamie lived really close by, but she gladly accepted the ride. Bree and
Ruslana started back to the gym on foot. Ruslana walked backwards for half a
block, never taking her eyes off of me until Bree turned her around. Natalie,
Jamie and I got in the car and drove off. Jamie lived only a few blocks away.
After she got out in front of her building, she stuck her head back in the car
window.

"Jamie, thanks for saving me." I said with emotion. I don't know how I'll ever
be able to thank you."

She touched her forehead to mine and a gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll
think of way." She said with a wink. I watched her sashay away with a newfound
mix of admiration, lust and fear for a girl I previously only thought of as a
cute receptionist.

The trip to the doctor was quick. He saw me right away and confirmed the EMT's
diagnosis of a minor concussion. With the recommendation a full day's bed
rest, Natalie and I headed home. As I climbed out of the car in our driveway,
I got a little dizzy and held on to the car door.

"Oh no you don't," Natalie said as she picked me up in a cradle. "You're doing
this my way."

She carried me upstairs to my bedroom. The feeling of her hard arms and chest
pressed against me was both arousing and calming all at the same time. Once in
my room, she stripped off my shoes, pants and shirt and lay me in bed. She sat
on the edge of my bed and held my hand.

"You had a lucky break today sport."

"No kidding." I answered. "Jamie was...amazing. She was pretty darned scary
too. She was vicious with that guy. I mean, like brutal vicious. I can still
hear her growl, that bone snap and his scream like it was one sound. It makes
my skin crawl."

"There are three lessons to take from this." Natalie said seriously. "One,
never get between a strong woman and someone she cares for. We can be savage
when we're protecting our own. Two, never underestimate the competition. Jamie
is a black belt in Brazilian jiu jitsu. I've seen her submit much bigger and
stronger guys because all they see in her is a cute perky little blonde with
big tits. She's a very strong girl for her size, for any size, and she's
tenacious. Before they know it, she's got them in a hold they can't break out
of. All because they didn't give her the respect she's earned."

I thought about that, because I was a little guilty of it too. "What's the
third thing?" I asked.

Natalie laughed a little. "I thought that one would be obvious. Don't piss off
Jamie. That lesson is one you should probably take to heart."

"Well I wouldn't ever try to piss her off," I said, "but what do you mean I
should take it to heart?"

Natalie looked at me with amusement as she shook her head. "Bree is so right
about you. You are an innocent. Natalie shifted around and brought her face
close to mine. "There's a tiger stalking around, and you young man, are the
prey." Natalie got up. "I'm going to make you something light to eat. Try to
get some rest. OK?"

"Yes ma'am." I said. I closed my eyes and thought about Jamie. Maybe Natalie
was right. Thinking back on it, Jamie flirted with me in a way she didn't with
other people. She was bubbly with everyone, but with me it was different. The
memory of her caresses and kisses after she rescued me gave me goosebumps. I
could still feel her lips on my face and her heavenly scent filled my head.
Could Jamie be "The One" for me? I never thought I'd find that girl, and
certainly not someone like her. Jamie seemed so far out of my league. Her
personality was scintillating. She was a bewitching combination of knockout
beauty, fit babe and killer fighter. But I was committed to marrying Ruslana
so that she and Bree could have a life together. I wouldn't abandon my plan. I
had a debt to Bree that I desperately wanted to repay. I just hoped I wouldn't
piss off Jamie in the process.

________________________________________________

The next couple of days were a whirlwind. Natalie helped us arrange our
marriage license and, with her friend's expertise, started the necessary
immigration paperwork for Ruslana.

We went to the offices of Natalie's client, Dana Gonzalez. She was an attorney
who specialized in immigration issues. Judging by the poshness of her offices,
this woman was way out of our price range, but she was a loyal client of Nat's
who would be getting free training for life after this. She was really helpful
and broke the entire process down in a way that made it easy to understand and
gave us hope of success. Throughout the meeting, another question kept nagging
at the back of my mind. As we were leaving, I stuck my head back in Ms.
Gonzalez's office. "May I ask you another question, privately?"

After we got back home, the complexity of the schemes I had set in motion
finally settled in on me. I got butterflies in my stomach like I'd never felt
in my life. I went for a walk to settle my nerves. I wandered aimlessly, just
walking and thinking.

"Bill?" A sweet voice called.

I looked up, and realized I was near Jamie's apartment building. She was
walking across the street, straight towards me.

"Oh, hi Jamie." I said with bewilderment. "I didn't even realize where I was."

Jamie marched right up to me, her smile blazing like a sun. I could stare into
her deep blue eyes all day long. She scrunched up her face as she covered my
ears with her hands.

"Bill, your face is freezing. Come upstairs and get warm. You'll catch your
death of cold."

I hadn't planned on walking as far as I did, so I wasn't really dressed for
it. I let Jamie drag me inside by the hand. She brought me up to her
apartment, which was almost tropically warm. It felt so good.

"I hope you don't mind the temperature." She said. "I'm a hot weather girl."

"It's great." I answered. "It feels really good right now."

Jamie sat me down on the couch and started a pot of tea. With the water
heating on the stove, she went into a back room.

"Sit tight. I'll be right back."

I fidgeted nervously. What was I doing here? Part of my angst came from the
memories of Jamie. Her adorable face, her soft lips, her power...I couldn't
get them out of my mind. When she came back and went into the kitchen to pour
the tea, I thought my heart would explode. I had always seen Jamie dressed for
work in loose gym shirts and leggings. Her upper arms and legs were almost
always covered, but her clothes never quite hid the fact that she was both
well-muscled and well endowed. She had changed out of her gym gear and was in
something completely different and altogether more revealing. Her cropped tank
top and short shorts were totally appropriate for the hot apartment. They were
also appropriate to knock a guy on his ass. Oh my god she was breathtaking.
Jamie was about 5'3 and I'd say 135 pounds. Her musculature was ropy and
vascular. Her arms and legs were etched with lean shredded meat. The abs
peeking out from under the hem of her shirt were deeply cut. D cup breasts sat
atop striated pecs. They pushed out her shirt, making the front of it look
like a floating curtain. Her silky blonde hair was free of its usual ponytail,
creating a shimmering halo of gold that surrounded her angelic face. My breath
caught in my throat.

"Hello?" Jamie called with an impish grin, stirring me from my reverie. "Want
some tea?"

I nodded silently. She brought two cups and sat next to me on the couch. She
ran her hand over the back of my head. "How's that nasty bump doing?"

"It's a lot better." I said in a ragged voice. "The bump still hurts a bit,
but the dizziness went away."

"I don't know, you seem a little distracted to me." Jamie teased.

I avoided the innuendo because I didn't want to admit to Jamie that she was
affecting me so deeply. Maybe I was trying to avoid admitting it to myself
too.

"Well, I have been distracted. It's been a rough, weird couple of weeks." I
didn't know how much Jamie knew about why I was here, with Dad having passed
away and all. I mentioned it, but only briefly. Well, it turns out she didn't
know any of the story.

"Oh my gosh, Bill!" She got on her knees on the sofa and wrapped me up in a
hug. "That's awful. Oh god, I'm so sorry." She laced her arms around my neck
and snuggled her cheek next to mine.

"How have you kept yourself together this whole time?" She asked as she let me
go with a lingering kiss on the cheek. "I'd be a worthless basket case."

Jamie seemed interested, so I told her most of the story about mom and dad,
Natalie and Bree and how I got here. I obviously kept the part about marrying
Ruslana a secret. That knowledge had to stay within the family. Jamie was very
engaged with my tale. Natalie and Bree were like heroes to her, so she loved
getting the inside scoop. She was also really excited about me pursuing a vet
degree. Of course, someone as adorable as Jamie was a huge animal lover. As my
story wound down, we talked about a whole host of other things. We found that
we had so many interests in common; besides animals, we were both major
Trekkies, she loved to cook, the list went on. It was great. It was so great,
that neither one of us realized that two hours had flown by.

Our conversation hit a lull when Jamie shifted her position on the couch. The
movement of her muscles forced my attention away from her face and onto to her
amazing physique. The slightest movement caused her striated muscles to twitch
and bunch. By contrast, one of the only soft spots on her body, her ample
breasts, bounced as she moved. Jamie's body was so powerful and alluring.

"Bill, am I making you nervous?" Jamie asked in an unnecessarily innocent
voice. She had to know that she was wrecking my psyche. She reached her hands
up to push the hair out of her face. I watched the bulge of her biceps as her
arms bent. Muscles the size and shape of large avocados rose straight up out
of her skin. The rest of her arms were a collection of bulging tendons and
veins capped by oversized melons for shoulders. It was no wonder she was able
to break a man's bones. She reached a hand out to me and intertwined our
fingers. The tenderness of her touch was incongruous with the brutality that
this same hand had meted out a day earlier.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked sweetly.

She scooted closer to me and brought her legs up over mine. Her feet were
bare, toes painted a pretty blue.

"I like what I see." She said with a radiant smile. "A handsome, sweet guy
that likes to be kissed."

With one hand laced in my fingers, she put her other hand behind my neck and
pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me on the lips, then gently but
inexorably pressed her tongue into my mouth. My eyes closed in rapture. Then I
pictured Ruslana. My eyes shot open and I tried to pull away.

"What's wrong Bill? You were enjoying that as much as I was. I can tell."
Jamie said conspiratorially. She was rubbing my hardening manhood with her
hard calf.

"Jamie, I can't! It's wrong. I..."

I tried to pull back from Jamie, but her hold on me, both her hands and legs,
kept me firmly in place. Natalie was right. Jamie was far stronger than she
looked. And she looked plenty strong. Much stronger than me.

"Jamie, please," I pleaded, "You don't understand."

Jamie pulled her face back from mine. "I don't understand. What?"

"I...I..." I didn't know how to get myself out of this situation, or even if I
wanted to get out of it. The truth was the only thing I could think to say,
even if I knew I shouldn't. "Jamie, I'm marrying Ruslana!"

Jamie glared at me for what seemed like an eternity. I could read rejection
and anger in her eyes, and I got scared. She pulled her legs off of me and let
go of my neck. However, her fingers were still laced with mine, and her grip
tightened.

"Ow, Jamie, you're hurting me."

"And you don't think you're doing the same to me?" She said with venom.
"Everyone knows Ruslana and Bree are a thing. You aren't marrying a gay
Russian woman. If you don't want to be with me, why not just man up and say
it!" In a tone more sad than bitter, she added "I thought you were different."

Jamie let go of my hand, pushed it into my lap and backed up to the other end
of the couch.

"Jamie, please! You don't understand!" I scooted closer to her and took hold
of her hand again.

"Don't touch me!" Jamie ordered.

I should have listened and complied immediately. I didn't. Jamie snatched her
hand away from me. She gripped my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back,
forcing me off the couch and onto the floor. The exertion she displayed was no
more than if she were sweeping away a ladybug. It felt very different to me.
My hand went numb almost immediately in her crushing grip. Her merciless
twisting of my arm made me cry out in pain.

"Please Jamie, you're really hurting me!" I squealed. "You're too strong!
Please let me explain!"

Tears flowed from my eyes, both in pain and frustration. Jamie let go of me
and sat back on the couch.

"Fine." She said with raised eyebrows. "Explain."

I knew secrecy was paramount for my marriage plan to work, but I had to take
my shot with Jamie. I spilled everything. While I did it, I remained on the
floor, prostrated at Jamie's feet cradling my wounded arm and pride.

"Please Jamie, I really, really like you. But I have to do this for Bree and
Ruslana. Please don't be mad at me. I can't live with that."

Jamie regarded me. She was turning the situation over in her mind, trying to
decide if I was the honorable man she thought I was or an unprincipled cad.
The look of torment on my face told her what she needed to know.

"You're totally telling me the truth, aren't you? What kind of a glutton for
punishment are you, Bill?"

"They're the only family I have left, Jamie. I have to take care of them."

Jamie pursed her lips and shook her head at me. I thought it was over. I
started to rise to leave when Jamie reached out and took me by the arms. She
pulled me up on the couch next to her.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." She said softly while massaging my shoulder. "Guys
don't usually like strong girls like me who can kick their ass. I thought you
were different. I thought you liked me. Then I thought I was wrong about you
and it made me angry."

"Jamie, I don't just like you. I can't stop thinking about you."

I wanted to hold Jamie so badly, but I kept my hands to myself. She could
tell.

"Bill, I'm sorry I lost control. I promise I'll never hurt you again." Jamie
ran her hands over mine. "I think you should go, though. I need some time to
think about this."

"OK." I said sadly.

Jamie reached over and kissed me lightly on the lips, then stood and pulled me
to my feet. She helped me put my coat on and walked me to the door. I don't
know how this will turn out, but there was still hope.

__________________________________________________

Our wedding was a simple affair at the city courthouse, with just Nat and Bree
and of course Ruslana and I, the happy couple. We all knew this was a marriage
in name only, but we celebrated it anyway with another amazing restaurant
meal. We were getting kind of spoiled with going out, but none of us minded.

One of the things our attorney was adamant about is that the marriage had to
look real. That meant that Ruslana and I had to live together, and Bree had
the perfect solution. She would move into the house with Natalie while Ruslana
and I would live in the apartment. The set up was perfect and the move was
easy.

After our wedding night celebration, Natalie dropped Ruslana and I off at the
apartment. We said our goodbyes to Nat and Bree, and they drove off home.
Ruslana and I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, just staring at each other.
I was nervous as hell. When I dreamed all this up, it seemed so simple. Now
that I was in a sham marriage to someone I really did care for, it didn't seem
so simple any longer. I think Ruslana was feeling the same thing. We walked up
to our door and I opened it. I stepped back to let Ruslana go in first, but
she hesitated.

"This is our wedding night, Zaichik." She said with a glowing smile and caress
of my head. "We should follow the traditions." She leaned down, lifted me into
a cradle and kissed me passionately on the lips. "Welcome to home my beautiful
husband."

Ruslana carried me across the threshold and into the apartment. I clung to
her, not wanting the kiss to end. But all good things must. Ruslana set me
down and I followed her into the bathroom, where we got ourselves ready for
bed. We were both exhausted after a very emotional day. When we were ready,
Ruslana walked to the bed, and I walked to the couch with a pillow.

"What are you doing, Zaichik?" She asked in confusion.

I stared back at Ruslana stupidly. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I
assumed that because we were married in name only, I would sleep on the couch.

Ruslana stood nude and put her fists on her hips. All 5'8 and 225 pounds of
swelling muscle stood impatiently. I swear she also flared her lats to become
more commanding. "No Zaichik. Come here. Now!"

I scurried back to the bedroom. Ruslana took my hand and pulled me into the
bed after her. She pulled the covers over us, turned her body onto its side
and rested her head on her fist. She gazed down at me affectionately.

"Zaichik, we know this is...fake marriage. But to me, and I hope to you, is
real enough. We will take care of each other. Of course, we are adults. I will
have my time with Bree. There will be nights I spend with her and I will make
love to her. You will have your lovers. But know that you are my husband. You
will sleep with me. And I will love you too."

Ruslana lowered her lips to mine and ravaged my mouth with her tongue. I held
onto her head, running my fingers through her hair. It made her moan. She
wrapped a bulging arm around my body and gripped my butt. She rolled onto her
back and pulled me on top of her. We kissed for an eternity and it was pure
bliss. Ruslana's thick lips were moist, soft and luxurious. I had a surprise
for her. Even though I was an idiot and didn't think we'd be sleeping
together, Bree was smart enough to know that we would be. She coached me on
how to please Ruslana. Playing with her hair was one of the first tricks.

We broke our kiss and I smiled with anticipation. Now that my moment was here,
I was going to make the most of it. I was going to love on the ultimate muscle
queen. I slithered down her rocky body until my head was over her fulsome
breasts. They were fake of course. Any woman's body built to Ruslana's scale
had long ago lost its natural breast tissue. Ruslana had replaced the loss
with oversized examples of the originals. Even on her back, her breasts rose
straight up from her chest. They also made her nipples MUCH more sensitive. I
wet my tongue and traced lightly around the outer edges of her large areola.
Her nipples exploded in pleasured excitement.

"Suck me, Zaichik!" She moaned.

"No." I whispered. I stiffened my tongue and just barely licked the underside
of a nipple. Ruslana softly cried in response. I moved to the other breast and
barely tongued the tip of that nipple. Her cry became louder and her body
began to squirm. I slid up her body and sucked on an earlobe, then gave her
butterfly kisses around the base of her neck and hulking traps. Ruslana was
panting.

"What are you doing to me? How do you know?"

I moved beside my muscular mountain. I lapped under her arm, where her pecs
and lats met, then followed the largest vein to the crook of her arm. I
wrapped my lips around the soft spot of skin where her arm bent, between the
bulges of her bicep and forearm.

"She told you! That bitch told you!" Ruslana was gasping in pleasure now. She
figured out that Bree had prepared me.

I followed another thick vein down the rippling forearm to Ruslana's meaty
hands. I took her middle finger into my mouth and tenderly sucked it while I
stared into Ruslana's eyes.

"Oh, god, Moi Horoshiy.

I kissed my way through the furrows etched into her torso, worshipping her abs
and teasing her belly button. I avoided her vagina, which was already dripping
wet. Instead, I showered attention on a thigh the thickness of me. I kissed
and licked in all the ridges and valleys of her unnatural mass. Her muscles
quivered as I grazed on her body. Finally, I lifted her leg and tickled the
soft spot behind her knee with my lips.

That made Ruslana scream. "That fucking whore told you my weaknesses! Oh!
Oooohhh!"

Bree told me that when Ruslana talked really dirty, she was ready. I kissed my
way back up her leg to her vagina and went to work. I circled a finger on her
perinium as I tongue teased her labia. She was squeezing her own nipples hard
when I finally sucked on her engorged clit.

"ZAICHIIIIKKKK!"

Ruslana soon came in a torrent of girl cum. Her breath was ragged and shallow.
Her clit became very sensitive and she tried to push me off. I backed away for
a couple of seconds, but when she pulled her arms back to her breasts, I
thrust my face back into her. My tongue invaded her vagina and I roughly
fingered her clit.

"NOOOO!!! AHHHH!!! THAT CUNT! YESSSSS!!!"

She screamed so loudly, I was almost frightened. Then a second gush of her
liquid pleasure showered me. Ruslana was breathing so hard it was like she had
just finished the most intense workout ever. I was so proud and the grin on my
face showed it. I rested my head on Ruslana's midsection, pressing my cheek
into her blocky abs and squeezing my arms around her narrow waist. Her heavy
breathing rocked my head.

"I love you Ruslana." I said tenderly.

She lifted her head over the mountains of her breasts to find me. Ruslana
gripped my shoulders and heaved me up her body and squeezed me so tightly I
thought I'd pop.

"I love you, Lyubimiy."

When Ruslana's breathing returned to normal, she rolled her body and deposited
me under her bulk. She sat up and inserted the stiffest cock I'd ever sported
into her sex and leaned back down to kiss me. Her arms were like the pillars
of Hercules on both sides of my head as she rode me roughly in a cowgirl. I
gripped onto the sweaty steel horseshoes of her triceps for support. Every
plunge of her hips felt like they'd shatter my pelvis, eliciting a whimper of
ecstasy from me. It hurt so good. It didn't take me long to explode, and I'm
sure Ruslana had her third orgasm. Ruslana collapsed on me, crushing me under
225 pounds of woman beef. She rolled onto her back, bringing me with her
again.

"Was good for you, Dorogoi?"

All I could do was utter a high-pitched squeak of pleasure. It was a
rhetorical question anyway. Ruslana knew that I had just experienced the
greatest sexual moment of my life. She held my quivering body tightly.

"Welcome to your new life, Zaichik."

___________________________________________________

The holidays were quickly approaching, and everyone was in a celebratory mood.
Everyone that is, except Jamie. In the days following my wedding to Ruslana,
Jamie was rather standoffish with me. I can't say that I blamed her. I'd woven
a complicated web and she didn't know her place in it, or if I was even worth
the trouble. I tried to maintain a hopeful friendliness with her, but I was
rewarded with nothing more than cool smiles in response. When I saw her usual
sunny disposition with others, I felt a sad gnawing in my gut.

Ruslana and Bree both knew that Jamie's apparent rejection of me was eating
away at my happiness. Both girls tried to fix the situation by paying extra
attention to Jamie while they were in the gym. Jamie loved having the
attention of the women she looked up to, but the good feelings didn't trickle
down to me. Ruslana decided to take a more direct approach. One afternoon, as
Jamie was finishing her shift at the gym, Ruslana sidled up to her and asked
if she wanted to grab a coffee. Jamie was unable to resist Ruslana and
followed her to the coffee shop a couple of doors down from the gym. Jamie got
a little nervous when Ruslana led her to a secluded table where Bree was
already sitting, three coffees waiting on the table. Ruslana gently prodded
Jamie into the corner seat; she was trapped by the brawny muscle women.

"Why do I feel like this is a set up?" Jamie asked

"Because it is." Bree answered. "Jamie, this isn't bad. We just want to talk
to you, girl to girl."

"About Bill, I suppose."

"Yes Jamie." Ruslana said. "I understand this all is...strange. But you know
Billy very much likes you."

"He's married now." Jamie answered flatly. "He has you. He doesn't need me."
She sat silently for a minute, staring at her coffee. Her sadness was
palpable. "I really liked him." Jamie whispered.

"Malishka, little Billy is special. He is good man. He is gentle and loyal. He
will be doctor one day to small animals. He cooks very well. He takes joy in
making pleasure to his woman before himself. Any one of these makes a good
man. But to have all in one man? He is like rare gem."

"Then why don't you want to keep him?" Jamie asked Ruslana.

"He is not my future." Ruslana answered honestly. "Bree is my future. Besides,
Billy and I are...incompatible...physically. I am too much bigger than him. I
have to be very gentle or I would crush him. Usually I like to be...not
gentle."

Bree and Ruslana both guffawed as Jamie blushed with a giggle.

"I hurt him, you know." Jamie said. "I don't know if he even wants me. I don't
know if I deserve him after what I did." Jamie was not certain if either woman
knew that she had twisted Bill's arm.

"I am aware." Ruslana said. "Billy tells me what happened. He had to learn
lesson. When you tell him no, you mean no. Is also the price a weak man pays
to be with strong woman. Sometimes we don't realize they are so fragile. We
try to make Billy stronger so he can take more, but this will take time."

"Jamie," Bree said, "you have to do what's right for you. If Billy's not the
one, then you shouldn't force it. But at least tell him, so he can stop
yearning for you. But if you really do like him, take a chance. We've got a
really weird set of relationships. I get it. But along with Billy, you also
get all of us girls in the bargain."

"That's so hot." Jamie chuckled.

Ruslana flexed her arm next to Jamie's. Even with Jamie's impressive physique,
her arm looked like a stick next to Ruslana's mammoth limb. Jamie looked at
the bicep and wrapped her fingers around it. "That's so hot too." Jamie added.

"Your muscles are also VERY nice, Jamie. So hard." Ruslana said suggestively.
"And little Billy is good with the worship of the muscles."

"All this talk about Billy and your muscles is making me horny." Jamie said
with a sharp intake of breath.

"Yes?" Ruslana asked. "What would you like to do about it?"

___________________________________________

I was cleaning up the apartment when my cel phone rang. It was Ruslana. "Hey!"
I said. "What's up?"

"I am making sure you're home." Ruslana said. "There is surprise coming."

"Uh, ok. What kind of surprise?"

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"There it is!" Ruslana exclaimed as she hung up.

That was weird, I thought as I opened the door. She must be up to something. I
froze in shock as I laid eyes on the last person I expected see. Jamie was
standing there with the dazzling white smile that I had been missing for so
long.

"Uh, Jamie...hi..." was all I could get out.

"Hi!" Jamie said as she leaned down, wrapped her arms around my thighs and
hoisted me over her shoulder.

"Jamie!" I squealed.

She walked in and kicked the door closed behind her. "Nice apartment!" she
gushed, as if she were on a real estate tour. "Where's the bedroom?"

"In the back...Jamie, what are you doing?"

Jamie hummed as she marched us to the bedroom and slammed me down on the bed.
I bounced high before coming to rest against the headboard. Jamie kept smiling
as she grabbed my ankles and pulled me prone on the bed towards her. She
kicked off her sneakers and jumped on top of me. Jamie straddled my stomach,
grabbed my hands and forced them down to the mattress next to my head.

"Jamie!"

"Shh." Jamie shushed me. "I was with Ruslana and Bree. We were talking about
you. They tried to convince me what a catch you are and that I should take a
chance on you. But I already know all that. Talking about what a cutie you are
got me all hot and bothered. I told Ruslana I wanted to ravish you. She didn't
know what that word meant, so...I told her I wanted to rape you. She knew what
THAT meant. She said you were mine to do with as I pleased, as long as I
didn't break you. Apparently only she gets to do that. So, I'm taking
you...now."

Jamie grinned evilly at me, then kissed me on the nose.

Her expression changed to one of innocence, "As long as you want me to take
you." She added.

My heart melted and the look of relief on my face was tangible. "Oh god! Yes!
Jamie, I...I'm sorry, I..."

"Hush, baby! You're talking too much and not kissing enough. This is where you
screwed it up the last time. Kiss me!"

We lip locked, and it was so sweet. Jamie was so passionate. It was 10 minutes
before we came up for air.

"Whew! That was nice. This is nicer." Jamie sat up on me and pulled off her
sweatshirt and t-shirt in one pull. I'd dreamt of Jamie's body, but my
fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of her stunning bare-chested
physique. Her divine breasts defied gravity, floating over her sinewy muscles.
Her rose colored nipples were tiny and erect. She spun around and laid down on
top of me with her back grinding into my torso. She clenched her abs, raised
her legs into the air and stripped off her pants. She rolled over again and
sat up on my hips.

"Why are you still dressed?" She asked in mock exasperation. She shredded my
shirt and threw the rags off the bed. She unbuckled my pants, slipped down to
the end of the bed and yanked them off my legs. I was naked and rock hard as
Jamie remounted me. Her tightly shaved bush was moist as she ground it on me.
While not as massive as Ruslana's, Jamie's clit was still a visible nub at the
top of her vagina. I ran my hands up her muscle bumpy torso, before hefting
her heavy breasts and gently twisting her nipples.

Jamie moaned in pleasure as I reverently touched her.

"Jamie, please, let me pleasure you. Please!" I begged.

"Oh, my sweet boy. Yes, you may." Jamie scooted up and carefully lowered her
crotch onto my mouth as she caressed my head lovingly. Her reactions guided my
tongue as I made out with her vagina. I had one hand on a breast and the other
massaging the dimples of rippled muscle on her butt. Jamie rode me to a
mind-bending orgasm. Afterward, she collapsed on me, gasping for breath.
"Thank you, Billy. That was wonderful."

After a moment's rest, Jamie wrapped her powerful arms around my chest and
rolled on to her back. She threw the muscled columns of her legs open and let
me fall in between them. In an innocent schoolgirl voice, Jamie asked "Got a
condom, cutie?"

Sex with Ruslana was raw, unrestrained and heart stopping; it was practically
pornographic. Sex with Jamie was passionate and romantic, but no less heart
stopping. As we lay next to each other, cuddling after our lovemaking, I
reflected on recent events. So much had happened to me in so short a time.
Barely more than two weeks ago, I was a newly orphaned 20-year-old virgin.
Then I met my new massively muscled mom, then a giant muscled aunt who taught
me the secrets of a woman's body, then her gargantuan muscled lover who became
my wife and practically turned me into a sex toy. And now, I was laying with a
kick ass muscle girl who might well be my forever dream woman. It's like I was
a character in some schmoe's storybook. How crazy would that be!

"What are you thinking about? Jamie asked as she stared at my face and stroked
my forehead.

"How crazy life is." I answered. "And how lucky I am that you're willing to
give me a chance to be with you."

"I'm the lucky one Billy."

I was unsure whether I wanted to ask my next question, but I decided to risk
it. "Jamie, why...why weren't you sure about me?"

She was quiet for a minute and snuggled closer into my neck before answering.
"I was sure about you. I was just...embarrassed, I guess. I was embarrassed at
how badly I reacted to you. REALLY embarrassed that I hurt you. I'm not a
bully, and afterwards I was mortified. I just didn't know how to come back
from that. I'm sorry Billy."

"You don't have anything to apologize for, Jamie. I'm just glad you found your
way back. I feel like the luckiest guy ever."

Jamie looked at me with a sly smile. "Yeah? How come?"

"Why am I lucky?" I turned onto my side so I could look Jamie in the eyes. "I
never really thought about myself as boyfriend material for a woman as
accomplished or as beautiful as you are. I feel like I'm punching above my
weight. I always assumed a strong woman like you would want a bodybuilder
type. Not someone like me."

"You're definitely not punching above your weight." Jamie answered firmly.
"When I think about my dream guy, I imagine someone who has their own dreams
and aspirations, and the discipline and drive to achieve them. You've got a
full scholarship to vet school for goodness sake. That takes incredible
strength. Strength doesn't have to mean big muscles." Jamie turned her head up
and kissed my cheek. "And don't shortchange yourself. You're a very handsome
guy."

Wow. That just pumped up my self-confidence! I squeezed Jamie's rocky body
tight in gratitude.

"Besides," she continued, "I've seen you trying to get buff. Natalie's been
working your ass off. You'll have little muscles in no time!"

I ran my fingers over Jamie's rippled shoulder. "I bet never as big as yours."

"That's ok. I can wear the muscles in this relationship. I like you just the
way you are. You're perfect for me. You're fun sized!"

"Oh great." I teased. "I'm a mini candy bar."

"You're my candy bar." Jamie said possessively. She pulled back and stared at
me for a minute, deep in thought. "You know why I don't need a gym rat for a
boyfriend? They're always so competitive. I mean, I'm super competitive. But I
don't need a guy always trying to prove he's stronger than me. I force strong
guys to submit to me for sport, I don't need to do it at home. I don't ever
want to have to feel like I need to hold myself back or pull my punches just
so I won't bruise a fragile boy ego."

"I'm pretty sure I'll never try to prove I'm stronger than you. I'd rather
enjoy your strength than compete with it." I said.

"And that's why I like you. I want you to celebrate my achievements, not be
jealous of them. Just like I want to be able to celebrate yours."

I was as happy as I could possibly have imagined. Then the unthinkable
happened. I heard the jingle of keys, and the front door of the apartment
open.

"Oh shit!" I whispered in a panic. I tried to jump up, but Jamie tightened her
arms and legs around me. I rose three inches from the bed before she had me
stopped cold.

"Relax Billy." She giggled with a smile.

I looked up in wild-eyed hysteria. Ruslana was looming in the bedroom doorway,
the shadow of her muscular mass darkening my soul.

"Is ravishing over?" Her deep voice rasped.

"It's over, for now." Jamie answered with a satisfied voice.

"Good." Ruslana said as she began to walk toward the bed. With each step, she
shed a piece of clothing. First shoes and socks, then a sweatshirt, then yoga
pants, then her sports bra and finally her panties. By the time she was at the
foot of the bed, Ruslana's colossal body was nude, her muscles twitching.

Ruslana mounted the bed and crawled over us on all fours. Her body was so wide
that she spanned both of us. I was shivering in fear.

"Zaichik, stop shaking. I said you could have lover. You picked good woman. I
am proud of you."

Ruslana stopped when her breasts were dangling above us, a swollen nipple
aimed at each of our mouths. Her face was a mask of lusty anticipation. "Now
is MY turn to ravish." Ruslana said as she lowered her upper body and fed her
breast meat to Jamie and me.

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I was full of anticipation as Christmas morning arrived. Our little family,
Natalie, Bree, Ruslana and me were huddled together around the fireplace.
Jamie had gone home to be with her family, so it was just us today. We had a
fun morning of exchanging gifts, most of them of the funny, joking variety. We
were not a serious group! Natalie and Bree did buy Ruslana some really nice
clothes though. It was going to be a while before she would be able to go back
to Russia to pack her things and send them here, and she had been living out
of a suitcase in the meantime. Natalie told me that I should just relax and
not worry about trying to buy gifts this year. She wanted to make this a low
stress time for me, but I had other ideas. My gift for Bree was easy to get
together, but I wasn't sure about whether I'd be able to get Natalie's done.
Fortune, and a very generous attorney, favored me though and it came through
at the very last minute.

I slipped two large white envelopes decorated with red ribbon out of their
hiding places. I handed one to Bree and the other to Natalie.

"I thought I told you to relax this year?" Natalie said in her "Mom" voice.

"I didn't have to go shopping for these." I said smugly. "They're just little
tokens of appreciation." I sat cross-legged on the floor, quite proud of
myself. Bree opened hers first. She pulled a large booklet, some forms and a
small note out of the envelope. She read it out loud.

"Nothing would make me happier than going to college with my best friend and
aunt."

The booklet was entitled University Sports Nutrition Program, and it was
accompanied by the school's application. Bree looked up at me questioningly.

"I'm sharing my college fund with you." I said. "You and I can be classmates
next spring!"

Bree stared at me, then back down to the paperwork. "You little shit!" She
yelled as she got out of her chair and stormed into the kitchen. That was NOT
the reaction I was expecting. She stomped back into the living room with a box
of tissues and watery eyes. "I've cried more in the three weeks since you've
shown up than I have in my entire life. If you do this to me again, I'm going
to beat your scrawny ass!" With that she plopped down into her chair and
reached down to gather me into her arms. She cradled me into her lap and
hugged me tight.

I held her face in my hands and made her look at me. "I love you Bree."

"I love you too. Dumbass." She said with a wry grin.

She kissed me on the face over and over, then tightened one arm hard around me
while she tickled with me her other hand. I was roaring with laughter, begging
her to stop. Natalie and Ruslana were howling at us. Finally, Bree pushed me
off her lap and onto the floor, then pressed me down with her foot and held me
there until I got my breath back. "Ass beating, little man. Don't you forget
it."

Bree let me up, and we turned to Natalie, who was patiently waiting for our
shenanigans to end before she started. When we quieted down, Natalie opened
her envelope and pulled out a folder embossed with the name of Dana Gonzalez's
law firm. She opened the folder and read for a few seconds. Now it was
Natalie's turn to cry. She stared blankly at the papers, tears dripping from
her eyes.

"Nat, what is it?" Bree asked. When Natalie didn't answer, Bree walked over
and carefully pulled the folder out of her grasp. As Bree scanned it, I
crawled over to kneel in front of Natalie. Bree began to read, "Notice of
Consent for Adoption..."

"Natalie," I said softly, "There is nothing wrong with being a step-mom, and
at my age it won't make much of a difference to anyone else, but I'd love for
you to be my official mom. Would you please adopt me?" I ran my hands over
Natalie's bare muscly legs as I looked up her. She slid out of the chair and
onto the floor with me.

"I would be honored to be your mother." She choked out the words. Like Bree
had done, Natalie pulled me into an emotional hug. "Your mom and dad raised a
good son."

"They did." I said with pride as I squeezed Natalie with all my puny might.
"But now I want a mom who can stand with me as I become an adult. I need a mom
who can make me a good man."

"I thought I made you a man." Bree teased loudly with raised eyebrows.

I busted out laughing, but Natalie gave Bree a glare. "Nice way to ruin a
moment, sis."

"Oh, come on. This is way too serious." Bree answered. "You two need to get a
room. Besides, I'm starving and you're bearhugging the chef."

Ruslana was on her back laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. I was cracking
up almost as bad. Natalie gave me one last smooch and pushed me to my feet.
"Fine!" She said. "Bill, please go make your aunt fat."

__________________________________________________

I woke in a melancholy mood. Ruslana was already out of bed and I could hear
her rummaging around in the kitchen. She came into the bedroom with a tray and
two cups, the wafting aroma of coffee rising from them. She wore her little
silk robe. It was less a cover up and more of an accessory on her Amazonian
body. It barely extended below her hips and only closed at the narrowest part
of her waist, leaving most of her cleavage and pelvis bare. Though
functionally useless, it was her favorite. She liked the feel of silk against
her bloated muscles, the contrast of soft on hard. I sat up in bed, hard
myself at the sight of her.

"Good morning Zaichik." She sang in her gravelly rumble. "Today is big day for
us and I want you to start it well." She handed me a cup of coffee. The smell
alone began to raise my spirits. The view of my wife raised something else.

"We must be ready in three hours." She said. "I need only one. What shall we
do for the other two?"

I had barely gotten two sips of coffee in my mouth before she snatched the cup
out of my hand and placed it on the nightstand. She cradled me and plopped
down on the bed with me draped across her biceps and forearms.

"I've always hated these night clothes of yours." She said with a shake of her
head. With one hand, she ripped them off of me. "Better!" She said as she held
my naked bod. She curled me up to her mouth and slurped in my manhood. Ruslana
sucked me, fondled my balls, tickled my asshole and generally molested me for
over an hour. Her skills at edging me were unparalleled, and by the time she
finally let me cum I was a sweating, exhausted mess. She stared down at my
weary body in her arms with barely disguised pride. "You have been good man to
me, and you have earned this last excitement as my husband." She stood with a
satisfied smile and tossed my limp form over her shoulder. "I have broken you
like the first time I took you. To the shower!"

It has been almost five years to the day since Ruslana and I were married. She
received her US citizenship a month earlier and today was the final step in my
long plan. Today we would be divorced.

Our "marriage" was quite a ride. Over time we became intimate soul mates and
best friends. There were a lot of highs, and a few tense lows. One stands out
to me vividly. It was about a year and a half after we were married, during
the summer. I remember that because Ruslana was in a tank top and tight
shorts. We were only a few doors away from the gym, in front of a physical
therapy practice. We were talking about nothing important when Ruslana froze
and stared into their window. I turned to see what caught her attention. At
one of the weight machines was the jerk who had attacked me 18 months earlier.
He was having the arm Jamie broke rehabilitated. His physical therapist had
her back to us, and the jerk was facing us. Ruslana began growling; her jaw
was set and her nostrils were flaring.

"I promised that the next time he saw me would be his last."

I whipped my head around to Ruslana. "No, Ruslana. You need to leave it
alone."

"I can't stand the sight of him." Ruslana declared. "He will not walk out of
there." As she spoke, Ruslana literally puffed herself up. She had this thing
she did that was usually damned arousing. She could tense her body and a web
of thick veins would erupt all over her muscles. It was amazing to watch. She
usually did it when she wanted to make me hard for her. Now, however, she was
tensing up to fight.

I moved between Ruslana and the window. I was scared beyond words because I
had never seen Ruslana like this. The idea of a "Raging Bull" crossed my mind
and I didn't know if I had the power to control her. Natalie was the only
person I knew who could make Ruslana cower, so I channeled the best
authoritative version of her I could.

"Ruslana, you WILL NOT do anything to him!" I hissed in my most commanding
voice. "If you get in any trouble, you'll lose your visa and have to go home.
Any chance of being with Bree would be gone forever. You have to let this go!
Now! Do you hear me?"

Ruslana stood there fuming, but her veiny display receded. Just then, Jamie
walked up to us. "What're you two doing?" she asked with her trademark grin.

Ruslana turned to her. "Zaichik is being dominant husband. He doesn't want me
to smash the little svolach in there."

Jamie looked in the window and saw the jerk. "Damn." she muttered. I was
hoping I had ruined that arm forever."

"I want to kill him." Ruslana said.

Jamie knew Ruslana wasn't being figurative. The murderous glare on her face
and the tone in her voice made it clear that Ruslana wanted to draw blood.

"Ruslana, you can't!" Jamie pleaded.

"I know." She answered with disappointment dripping in her voice. "Zaichik
ordered me to stay away from him. Like good wife, I will listen to my
husband."

The physical therapist got out of her seat and went into the back. The jerk
was sitting alone in the office when he looked up and saw the three of us
standing outside watching him. The sight of Jamie made him shudder visibly.

"Hey Ruslana, let's give the jerk something to remember." Jamie scowled at
him, baring her teeth in anger. She pumped her bare bicep into a fearsome
mound, followed by Ruslana's monstrous peak. Jamie pointed at her bicep and
then pointed straight at him. The guy's shiver turned into full-blown
trembling as a wet spot expanded in his crotch. The women laughed as they took
my arms and walked away. Ruslana looked down at me with a smirk as relief
washed me.

"Zaichik, you have the big balls to stand up to me the way you did. You are
lucky I love you." She raised an eyebrow and flexed her forearm, "Otherwise I
would rip those balls off."

Jamie giggled as I turned red at Ruslana's bawdy language. Thankfully, Ruslana
never ripped off my balls, although she did squeeze them pretty hard once or
twice.

Over the course of our time together, both Bree and Ruslana took Jamie under
their wings. With their influence, and her own talent and determination, the
woman I was so deeply infatuated with grew in many ways. During our pillow
talk the first night Jamie I spent together, I told her how accomplished I
thought she was. That wasn't a platitude; Jamie was a brilliant woman. She was
a year older than me, and at the time, she was in the final semester of
college, pursuing a business administration degree. She graduated at the top
of her class. She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do with the degree,
but fate, as it often does, intervened. Our gym was owned by a really nice
couple who, unfortunately, trusted the wrong people to manage it. Jamie, while
doing some light office work as part of her receptionist duties, uncovered
evidence that money was missing from the business. She told the owners, who
quickly figured out that the general manager and his cronies were embezzling.
They were all sacked in short order. The owners came in to run the operation
day to day and used Jamie, with her newly minted business degree to clean up
the mess. She created financial and operational controls for them and made the
business more profitable than ever. The owners rewarded Jamie by making her
their general manager. She grew the gym by taking advantage of its inherent
strengths, especially its people. It was a gym that hardcore bodybuilders were
happy in. The presence of Natalie, Bree and Ruslana, and the work they put
into the gym, gave it real credibility. But she also crafted it in a way that
novices felt like they had a safe space to be novices and still get serious
instruction.

All the gym time with Bree and Ruslana rubbed off on Jamie in another way. My
little 5'3, 135 pound muscle crush decided that she wanted more strength and
mass. Ruslana knew just what to do and became her trainer. Over the course of
5 years, Jamie layered on the muscle. She is now an extremely
well-proportioned 160 pounds. Her boobs are still natural, but now they sit on
thick slabs of pec, making them even more prominent than they were before.
She's a fantasy muscle woman with 16- inch biceps. Everything is massive on
her short frame. Jamie was always a poised and self-assured girl, but her
intellect, her fighting skill and her strength have combined to make her ever
more confident and assertive. She is an unabashedly sexy, captivating, burly
angel.

My marriage aside, things have gone well for me too. I was a newly graduated
Doctor of Veterinary Medicine. I was a DOCTOR! I did my residency with a local
vet, Doc Mason, who has been a fixture in town for decades. He was THE vet
that people brought their most beloved companions to. He and I got along
really well, and I fit into his practice like I'd always been there. Doc Mason
was getting on in years but didn't know how to leave his work behind. I
provided the exact answer he was looking for. After I received my DVM, he
asked me if I would take over his practice and care for his patients. It was a
dream come true.

All the heartwarming memories of the past 5 years didn't change the ambivalent
emotions I felt today. Ruslana and I picked up our divorce decree from the
attorney. We were formally and irrevocably split. Despite the fact that this
was the plan all along, and the fact that I could now pursue the woman I
loved, I couldn't help but feel like a part of my soul had been ripped away. I
suppressed those feelings with all of my might. I wouldn't do anything that
might take away from the celebration that was to come. Along with Natalie and
Jamie, we went over to the courthouse, where Bree and Ruslana were given their
marriage license and wed by a justice of the peace. My aunt and my ex, two of
my best friends ever, were finally together.

In the weeks leading up this day, I was a mess trying to figure out what to do
about Jamie. Should I wait to pursue her? Was I good enough for her? How would
I propose to her? In true "Bill" fashion, I overthought everything and
couldn't decide what to do. Natalie and Ruslana, being my two closest
confidants, often bore the brunt of hearing my circular logic drive me into
indecision. Of course, they made sure Jamie knew what a basket case I was.

Following Bree and Ruslana's nuptials, we walked out of the courthouse into a
glorious spring day. The park across the street was a sea of color from the
thousands of tulips and lilies that were blooming there. The sight was
breathtaking. I took a moment to just stop and appreciate the beauty. Jamie,
radiant in a gorgeous white sleeveless dress, stopped to see why I wasn't
coming. She smiled at my innocent appreciation of nature. She walked back to
me and took my hand in hers.

"Come on nature boy." She said with a grin.

Jamie pulled me along behind her and into the park where we stopped amid the
blooms. She looked up at me, her buff physique dominating my waifish build.
She got down on one knee. What the heck was happening? Natalie, Bree and
Ruslana were practically jumping with excitement.

"Billy," she said, "You're the most wonderful man I could ever hope to know."
Jamie took my hands in hers and held them tight. "There is no one else I want
to share my life with but you. Billy, would you please be my husband?"

I fell to my knees in tears. "Yes! Jamie, yes!"

Jamie flashed a half smile at me. She knew I'd say yes, that I couldn't resist
her, that I would happily be led by her. She slipped a black tungsten ring on
my finger, then stood over me. I wrapped my arms around her solid core and
hugged myself into her abs, enjoying the feeling of her cobblestones against
my cheek as she ran her fingers through my hair. She reached down and gripped
me around my chest with her hands. She pulled me up and held me there while my
legs unfurled beneath me and my feet found the ground, then she kissed me with
years of pent up passion.

"You're finally mine Doc." She said as she pulled her lips back from mine.

"Yes, Jamie. Forever." I whispered.

A few days later, when Jamie was working late, and Bree and Ruslana
were...doing what Bree and Ruslana do, I poured two glasses of really good
bourbon. I sat on the couch with Natalie and handed one to her. She smiled at
me with undisguised pride. We said no words. None were necessary. Our favorite
movie was on TV, and we were alone tonight. She wrapped her arm around me and
pulled me into her hard body. I rested my head on the rocky pillow of her
shoulder and traced over a thick vein in the forearm wrapped around me. I
looked up at her face, remembering the first night we met. I knew on that car
ride that my life would never be the same, but I had no idea then of the
riches that I had been granted. I was the happiest man in the world.

The end.