A Woman's World: Penny Grows Up Part I The setting of this story is sometime in the future, following a phenomenon known as the "Evolutional Anomaly" or "Feminine Gene Leap". Most women talk about it as the key to true liberation. This was the generation when young girls uniformly throughout the world found themselves developing to maturity physically and sexually two or even three years faster then their mothers had. Scientists could not understand why the gap in pubescent development between boys and girls was suddenly becoming even larger then it already had been. But this would only be the first of several mind-boggling changes in this new generation of women. This new generation of girl was commonly growing to heights of 12" over her mother, and consequently several inches over most of her father as well. That in itself was amazing, but there was more. Female muscle and bone density increased dramatically during puberty as well. This became the first generation where a full-grown man would search out his 12-year-old daughter to open a jar lid that was too tight for him. These amazing physical differences in women spurred a huge change in female/male roles in all societies. This story illustrates many of the differences in one new society. I came downstairs to find my 11-year-old son wrestling on the floor with my 6- year-old daughter. He had her pinned on her stomach in a headlock. I ran over and pulled them apart, both red-faced with anger. As soon as I separated them Penny swung a punch into Ryan's stomach, and you could see by his reaction that it hurt. Penny was a physical little girl with a violent temper, which has had me worried. I knew I had better have a talk with Ryan. "Okay kids, settle down!" "But Penny took the remote control right when I was watching a show and wouldn't give it back." "Penny, is this true?" "The show he was watching was stupid." "Penny, that wasn't very nice. Say you're sorry." "Sorry." "Okay, now go to your room for a while and play. I need to have a talk with Ryan." Penny moped up the stairs, and I guided Ryan over to the couch. "We need to have a serious talk about how you act toward your sister." "But she can't just do whatever she wants around here." "Ryan, right or wrong, you have to think about the future. Right now, you're 11 and she's 7 so you can make her obey you. But look at the girls in your class at school. Do you think you could boss many of them around? They're only a couple of years older then Penny. Now think about the girls two grades ahead of you. If you can't resolve problems calmly now, what do you think is going to happen when she's bigger then you? I know it seems like a long way away, but its really not, believe me. Girls mature very very early in this day and age, and when they do, guys need to stand back and learn their place." "But dad, that's not fair!" "I'm not going to discuss with you what's fair. This is just the way it is. Now, I think your mother is very fair to me, and to the whole family. I think Penny will be too, but it won't do you any good to antagonize her now. Believe me she will remember it. Now go upstairs and tell your sister you're sorry for fighting with her. I have to get dinner ready, your mom will be home within the hour." I know Ryan tried to take my advice, but I think sometimes Penny liked to instigate confrontations just to test herself against him. I guess she just enjoyed taunting her brother like any other pair of siblings do. Even when she was only 8-years-old she was trying to boss her older brother around. She would tell him to get her snacks or make her bed for her, which Ryan would laugh off. By the time Penny reached her 10th birthday, she already provided a physical challenge to her 14-year-old brother, and she was becoming more aggressive. Whenever she had the chance she would tickle and tease Ryan until he was forced to pin her. He was able to control her, but both of the kids were quietly aware of how quickly the tides were starting to turn. Sometimes when she antagonized him, he would come to me to make her stop, but then she would only harass him even more for 'crying to daddy'. This usually worked, and I would hear them upstairs wrestling a few minutes later. Finally, one time a few months later, I saw Ryan running down the stairs into the living room with Penny right on his heels. He was giggling, although nervously. I watched her tackle him into the couch and subdue him in a matter of seconds. She was obviously angry about something. She had wrapped her legs around his midsection and pinned his arms over his head. "Say you're sorry, Jerk!" Penny said between her grinding teeth. "No! Get away!" Penny looked him in the eye with an expression of total concentration. For some reason I felt compelled to stay out of this for another minute. Ryan's expression suddenly looked worried, and his face began to turn red. He tried to concentrate for a few more seconds, but it was clear that his little sister's legs were overpowering his sides. Within the next few seconds he used what was left of his breath to bitterly concede. "Okay, Sorry!" But Penny's expression didn't change, and she didn't let up, she just kept staring him in the eye, while her young legs squeezed him relentlessly. I snapped out of it and told Penny to let him go. She still didn't move. I patted her on the backside to get her attention, and was surprised when I felt her rump. It felt like a warm round rock. "He apologized Penny, now let your brother go!" Finally, she released her hold on him, and watched him coolly from the couch as he rushed, hunched over, to the bathroom. I sent her to her room, but she couldn't hide the smirk on her face as she heard her brother throwing up down the hall from her squeeze on him. By her 11th birthday I could see her attitude toward her brother changing further and becoming more confident. Like the other girls her age, she started to really sprout, and was beginning to feel that mysterious womanly strength hidden in her genes unlock as she began puberty. Ryan was 16 and beginning his changes toward manhood, so his physical development was also in high gear, although it paled in comparison to her development. By the time she was 12 years old, Ryan had learned to choose his battles with is sister wisely. She was already a couple of inches taller then him now and obviously stronger. He would still put up a fight when she was playing with him, but he always avoided wrestling with sister as much as he could. Any more serious confrontation always ended with him squealing for me, or begging her to let him go. I asked my wife to talk with Penny about being less physical with her brother. She agreed to, but also said the girls will be girls. My wife Karen is a beautiful woman, and we have a great relationship. She does a great job of providing for our family, and in return I take care of things at home and support her wherever I can. She isn't home a lot because of her job, but when she is, she is very affectionate and loving with all of us. She is very strict about certain things, but as she says that's just her nature. Karen is very clear about what she expects, so that makes it easy for me. Our friends next door, Lisa and Rob have a much different relationship. Lisa is very hard for Rob to read, and he often finds himself in trouble with her. But they are a young couple, and I guess that is pretty common. By the time Penny turned 14, her body out classed her older brother's in every possible way. She had already grown into a beautiful young woman, and at 6' 4" was only a few inches shorter then her mother. She had my blond hair color, although unlike mine, hers was full and shiny. She also had my blue eyes, although hers were large and enchanting. She definitely had her mother's pretty smile, and full curves. One evening I was cooking dinner when I heard the door shut and Penny walked into the kitchen, home from football practice. "Hey honey, how was your day." "Fine. Where's Ryan?" She seemed irritated. "He's at the table doing homework." She walked into the dining room and came up behind Ryan. He could sense she was behind him. He didn't even look up, he just dropped his pencil on his books. She bent over and whispered something into his ear. He said something about being sorry, but I couldn't really hear. She promptly grabbed his upper arm, which was not much larger then her thick wrist, and lifted him out of his chair. "Follow me." Penny said. She walked upstairs toward her room and he followed with his head down. I quietly followed as well. I stopped outside her bedroom and looked in through the crack in the door, which was slightly open. All I could see at first was Penny, sitting on the edge of her bed, knees slightly apart, leaning back on her elbows. She was just casually chomping on some gum and watching something. Then I saw Ryan walk up beside her, pull his jeans down and fold himself over one of her legs. His butt was aiming straight into the air. At first Penny just regarded him and kept chewing on her gum. Then she brought her legs together, pressing Ryan's torso between her large muscular thighs. I'm sure I saw her smile, when he let out an uncontrolled whoosh from his lungs. She let him stay prone like that for a little while, blew a bubble with her gum, and then she sat up and leaned over him. She looked like she was saying something to him, although I couldn't hear what. Then she pulled some loose strands or her pretty blond hair from in front of her eyes back behind her ears and got down to business. She gave him 4 or 5 hard fast slaps on his backside. He tried to convulse and kick his legs, but she kept them down with her free hand. His butt was instantly red, and judging by the loudness of the spanking I knew it must have really hurt. He didn't utter a sound though, so I hoped that maybe it hadn't hurt as much as I thought. Then I realized that he couldn't make a sound. He had no air in his lungs to make a sound with! She spread her legs back apart, and stood up with him. She held him standing with one hand, and pulled his pants back up with the other. I could see his face now, and it was a deep purplish red. It looked like he wanted to cry out, but he needed to work air back into his lungs. Then Penny picked him up and started toward the door. I panicked and ran downstairs back to the kitchen as quietly as possible. I felt sick to my stomach. It was obvious from the scene that this was something that had happened before, probably several times. There was a sense of routine to it. Penny came trouncing down the stairs a few minutes later, the carefree teenager once again. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a tight sweater along with a skirt that only came midway down her thighs. As she came up to me, I was staring at those amazing legs. Thick cords of muscle bunched heavily over her knees, just waiting for a command. Below her knees, a pair of high-heeled shoes made her calves jump out, while her head towered over me even further. Still staring at her legs, I said, "Where do you think you're going in that short skirt young lady?" Smiling broadly, and still chewing her gum, she answered, "Just the mall." "You're too young to go out dressed like that." She chuckled merrily. She was obviously in a much better mood after what happened upstairs. "Aww, is daddy worried about his little girl?" She lifted me under my armpits, and sat me on the counter. She made baby noises as she bent over and gathered me into her chest. "Where's your brother?" My voice was muffled into the soft sweater material. "He's in his room resting for a while. I had to have a little talk with him." She said cheerily. I decided to leave it at that. It would be much wiser to talk to Karen and let her handle it. Penny lifted me from the counter and carried me over to the dining room table. "Penny, what are you doing?" "I need you to sign this permission slip for a field trip." "Next time bring the permission slip to me, and not the other way around." She just rolled her eyes and signed in annoyance like most teenagers tend to do. Later that night after dinner, Karen and I were alone lying together on the couch, watching TV. I turned in her arms, gave her a kiss, then moved down to her feet and started massaging them. This isn't something she makes me do. I just know that she likes it, so I do it pretty regularly. It really relaxes her. I decided to use this time to talk to her about earlier that day. I told her all about what I had seen in Penny's room. I was surprised when she asked me what the problem was. "David, she is a young girl, but she is growing up fast and needs to learn adult responsibilities. I believe she loves her brother and wouldn't ever really hurt him." She said. "He looked pretty hurt to me!" I couldn't believe was hearing. "Oh, he was alright. Look, you know how Penny is. If she has a bone to pick with her brother, there's not much we can do about it. We can't watch them 24 hours a day. Would you rather have one of us punish him for something, then have her do it again herself anyway? That's what would happen." "But we don't even know what he might have done wrong! It could have been nothing!" "I've talked to her about it. She knows that she has to set rules for Ryan, and he is only to be punished if he breaks a rule that has been clearly established." "You gave the okay to Penny to punish our son without talking to me first?" I was stunned. Karen just sighed, then reached down to gather me in her arms again. "Honey, its out of your hands. You need to let me handle these issues and stay out of it. You're going to have to trust my judgement on this." "But-" "Shhh, no buts. This is the end of this conversation. I will decide when Penny is acting irresponsibly and deal with her accordingly." She looked into my eyes sternly for several seconds. Her expression was still and very clear. She was drawing a line that I had better not cross. We just laid there in silence for the next few minutes, watching TV and letting the tension settle. Eventually she prompted me to head up and get the bed ready for the night. It was only two days later that I saw Penny correct Ryan again. I walked in on them in the bathroom while they were getting ready for school. Ryan was standing in front of the sink with his lips stretched around a bar of soap. He was turned toward Penny while she brushed her teeth, looking over his head into the mirror. They both seemed unaware of my presence. "Okay little brother, you can take it out now." He quickly took it out and turned toward the sink. "No, rinse your mouth in the kitchen." She then leaned over and spit her toothpaste into the sink. Her spit would have landed on him if he hadn't moved away quickly toward the door. She smiled broadly as he left, then she noticed me. "Daddy, when Ryan gets home he knows he's supposed to stay in his room until I get back from my field trip at 7:00. When I get home I'll check with you to see if he did what he was supposed to, Okay?" I just went back to bed for a while. So like it or not, I stayed out of it and looked the other way when Penny felt compelled to educate her older brother on his behavior. Over the next two years, I know that Karen had occasional conversations with Penny about becoming a woman, and I'm sure it included how to treat men. By the time Penny was 16, she was even taller then her mother. One afternoon she came home with two friends from soccer practice. They came into the kitchen to get something to drink, and I found myself surrounded. My normally spacious kitchen felt like a closet. As they chattered loudly, I imagined how great it would be to have half the strength and boundless energy these young women had. As I handed up a tall glass of lemonade to each girl, Penny introduced me to her friends. Ashley was fresh faced, with very long straight red hair. Leslie had long dark shiny hair and a dark tanned completion, but her eyes were green and very intense. When she smiled down to me and looked me in the eye, I almost forgot what I was doing. The girls giggled, and Penny ruffled my hair around as she introduced me as her "daddy". I felt like a six-year-old around these girls. The girls wandered into the living room where Ryan had been watching TV. He got up to leave, but Penny scooped him up and held him to one hip like a mother would do to a child. At 20, Ryan never did quite reach my height of 5' 10", and was fairly small, even for a guy. He had yet to put on any substantial muscle. It was obvious from this scene that Ryan's entire torso could fit into one leg of Penny's soccer shorts, which were tight around her heavily muscled legs. Her arm, which held him easily, was also extremely powerful. Not only for a girl her age, but for any woman. Her mother's genes were obvious. She introduced the girls to Ryan, and said "Ryan, I think you already know who Ashley is though, right?" in a mischievous way. Ryan didn't answer, he just looked at the floor, apparently a little embarrassed. Penny seemed to be studying his expression. She flexed her arm around him, twice quickly as if to snap him out of it and it worked. I saw her large fairly relaxed biceps explode into cannon balls that pushed into his much weaker body like it wasn't there, and it obviously had to be painful. He jumped when she did it and grabbed her thick wrist, as if to stop it from happening again. I didn't see the expression on his face, but it was apparently funny to all three girls. Penny nearly doubled over laughing. Ryan reached out awkwardly for balance, and put his hand on her chest. "Oh my god, little brother, that's my boob you're grabbing! If you like big boobs why don't you sit by Ashley!" Then she dropped him onto Ashley's lap and all of the girls laughed some more as he went up to his room, red-faced. "He does have a crush on you Ashley!" "Aww, how cute." "Are you going to ask him to the Homecoming this fall Ashley?" Leslie asked. "I'm thinking about it." I was proud to hear them talking about my son that way. "Send him over to my place for a test drive and I'll tell you for sure." "Geez Ash, my dad is right here you know." All three girls laughed heartily, and I slunk back into the kitchen. That night, I wanted to talk to Karen about it, but she was in a particularly frisky mood. When we went to bed that night she reached under the covers then produced her panties, which she laid on my face, giggling. I spent the next hour or more between my wife's thighs licking and sucking her pussy as vigorously as possible. When I felt her hand grab my hair and push my head closer I redoubled my efforts. When I felt the heels of her feet push into my ass I knew I was close. When she was satisfied she gathered me into her arms and I laid my head on her pillowy breast, exhausted. She had not shaved her legs recently, which left my sides feeling raw from rubbing against the stubble of her thighs. As I laid there, floating in and out of consciousness, she announced a surprise. " We are going to take a week of vacation, just the two of us." Still too tired to really move, I hugged her weakly and murmured my excitement. Then a thought snapped me out of it and I got a small burst of energy. I asked her who was going to watch the kids. She only laughed and assured me the kids would be fine on their own. I tried to tell her I was concerned about leaving my son alone with my teenage daughter, but she wouldn't hear any of it. Her hands slipped underneath my briefs, and began to message my buttocks. I tightened them instinctively, and she squeezed each cheek like they were water balloons in her hands that she wanted to burst. I gasped and felt tears run into my eyes, and she chuckled quietly. Then I felt her large nipple spring up through the cotton material of her nightie and into the side of my cheek like a thumb, just as two of her long large fingers forced their way confidently into my defeated rear. "Ooh, stay tight for mama now." The next morning my wife gave me permission to sleep in for two more hours. Even as she released me from my morning kiss and I was relieved from the weight of her heavy breasts on my chest I felt like I was still being pressed into the mattress by an invisible force. I could here her rustling around briskly, whistling, and giggling to herself happily as she got dressed. We went on the trip two weeks later.