Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 2


I got up in the morning and was admiring my new body in the mirror. I was
afraid that during the night the muscle serum Jim had injected would have worn
off. I was pleased it hadn't.

I selected a pleated skirt and white blouse. The blouse was tight, but it
would have to do. I hadn't really thought about getting a new wardrobe because
of my muscles but apparently I needed to. I went to the kitchen where Tom was
having a bowl of cereal.

Milk dribbled from his open mouth as I walked in. "Ooh, gross," I said, "Chew
with your mouth closed Tommy." Jim and Tim had already left for work, and it
was Tommy who drove me to school. "Holy, shit, Tammy," he said after
swallowing, "what did you do?"

"What," I said, "what do you mean, 'what did I do'." "You know, you've got
muscles now, what's that all about," he said. "Let's just say that I've made
some changes to my workout, do you like?" I asked, turning slowly. "Hell yes,"
he said, "But you can't go to school like that, they'll send you home to
change."

I looked down at my skirt which ended about 8-inches above my knees. 'Maybe
that is a little short,' I thought. "You look like your buttons are going to
pop on that blouse," Tom said. I inhaled, expanding my chest and did a double
bicep pose for my brother, the two top buttons exploded and the fabric ripped
across my back near my shoulders. "Yeah," I said, "that might have been a
little tight," and chuckled to myself.

"Do you have anything I can wear," I asked, "all of my stuff is too small
now." "OK, OK, come on," he said as we walked to his bedroom, "Find something
quick or we'll be late." I pulled a pair of jeans from a hanger in his closet
and a T-shirt and flannel shirt to wear as a cover up from the hangers. I
quickly shed what was left of the blouse and pulled the skirt off. His jeans
fit as did the shirts, albeit a little too snug.

"You look like one of the guys," Tommy said as we left his room. "Gee thanks,
Tommy, but have you ever seen one of the guys do this," I asked as we stepped
into the garage. I reached down and lifted one end of the car off the floor
with one hand. Tommy stopped in his tracks and just stared at me holding the
car off the garage floor.

"Get in the car, Wonder Woman," Tommy said and he pushed the button for the
automatic garage door opener and backed the car out.

We made it just before the bell rang. Fortunately, Tommy being a senior parked
in the senior lot close to the building.

It wasn't until lunch that Zoe caught up with me in the lunch area. I was
sitting at the end of one of the tables. "Hey, Tam, what's with the jeans and
lumberjack outfit?" Zoe asked smiling. "It's Tommy's stuff," I said, "I had a
wardrobe malfunction this morning." "What?" she asked. "I need new clothes;
can you go shopping with me after school?" I asked. "Sure," she said, "Not a
problem." "Cool," I replied, "I just need to tell Tommy that I won't be going
home with him, thanks."

I saw Tommy sitting with Megan, his cheerleading girlfriend, at a table for
the seniors. I went up to Tommy and said, "Hey, Zoe and I are going shopping
after school, so I won't be riding home with you. Oh, hi, Megan." Megan looked
at me like I was a space alien. "Hi, Tammy," she said, "That's a new look for
you." "Yeah," I said trying to blow off her sarcastic remark, "I had to borrow
this from Tommy." She looked at Tommy and then back to me, "I'm glad you're
wearing his clothes rather than the other way around." Now it was my turn to
smile, and said, "Why, Tommy, you didn't tell her," and laughed.

"OK, you two," Tom said, "let's get to class. Come on, Megan. Tammy, I'll see
you later tonight then." He stood up and held his hand out for Megan. She
stood and looked up at me, then down to see if I were wearing heels. "Have you
gotten taller, Tammy?" she asked. "Maybe," I said, "maybe you're getting
shorter." Smiling I turned and headed for my next class.

Zoe and I were browsing the racks at a large department store in the mall. I
had several tops, blouses and T-shirts over my arm, two pairs of pants, a
skirt and two pair of shorts. "I need to try some of these on, Zoe," I said.

In the dressing room, I unbuttoned the flannel shirt, and then removed Tommy's
T-shirt. "Holy cow, Tam, look at you," Zoe said, "Your shoulders are broader
than your brother's, and your muscles," and she fell silent. "What," I said,
looking at myself in the mirror, "What were you going to say?" "I was just
going to say that you look like a bodybuilder, Tammy," Zoe said. "Oh, and is
that so bad," I asked. "No, no, not at all," she said, "it's just that it took
me by surprise."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and then my gaze caught Zoe's
reflection. She was standing behind me looking at my shoulders and trapezius
muscles. I raised my arm and pumped my bicep while watching her in the mirror.
Her eyes widened as she took in my baseball size muscle. "Feel it, Zoe," I
said, "feel how hard that is." As if she were about to pet a snake, she
touched my bicep with her fingertips.

"Go on, give it a squeeze," I said, "You won't hurt me." She tried squeezing
the muscle, but it didn't budge, and then, using both hands, she was still
unable to squeeze it. "That's fantastic, Tammy," she said, "I bet you're
stronger than Tommy." "I am, Zoe," I said, relaxing my arm and reaching down
to unbutton my jeans. I allowed the jeans to fall around my ankles.

Zoe looked down at my quads and gave a faint gasp. I looked down and flexed
for her. "Do you like them, Zoe?" I asked. She nodded slowly. "Feel them," I
said, "feel my strength." She looked up and our eyes met. "Go on, don't be
afraid," I said, "kiss them, Zoe, make love to my legs."

She sank slowly to her knees and kissed my thigh. Her cool soft lips on my
warm, firm quad felt amazing. "Now the other one," I said and tensed the
muscles. She kissed my other thigh, and then ran the tip of her tongue from
the top of my knee to the seam of my panties.

I stepped back and slid the panties from my hip, allowing them to fall to the
floor, and then stepped toward her again. Zoe, my best friend, was now facing
my pussy. She didn't pull away and I could feel her warm breath on my labia.
"Tongue my clit, Zoe, take me," I told her. She kissed my flat stomach,
circling my navel with her tongue, then slid that marvelous tongue lower,
teasing my clit. "Ahh," I moaned, "suck me," I said softly. She did and as I
neared orgasm, I put my hand on the back of her head and held her close to me,
filling her mouth with my juices.

Once I was spent, with my hand under her chin, I lifted her to her feet and
kissed her on the lips, tasting the remnants of my sweetness. "Thank you," I
whispered in her ear, "you have a gifted tongue." She smiled, but said
nothing.

Breaking the spell, I said, "I better try on these clothes." I did, and the
majority had the fit and look that I wanted. I paid for my purchases with my
charge and Zoe and I left, she driving me to my house.

"Come by Saturday for a swim," I told her, "it's supposed to be warm." "I
will," Zoe said and drove off as I watched from the curb. I gathered my bags
and walked to the back door, letting myself in.

As I was shutting the door, I heard noises coming from the family room.
Quietly, I took my shoes off and went to the doorway separating the kitchen
from the family room. I peered around the corner to find Tommy and Megan on
the couch, having sex.

'That couch certainly gets a workout,' I thought, 'the other day it was Jim
and Monica, today its Tommy and Megan.' I walked in on the pair as I had Jim
and Monica, standing on the other side of the coffee table.

"Hey!", Tommy said, "how about a little privacy here." "Oh, shit!", Megan
said. "If you wanted privacy you should have been in your bedroom," I said. "I
thought you were out shopping," he said. "I was, but it didn't take long," I
said, "you're looking good, Megan," and I meant it. Megan reddened as she was
still lying on the couch unable to move with Tommy on top of her.

Megan's breasts were bigger than mine and I was always envious of them. Seeing
them now for the first time exposed, I was struck by the small areola and firm
nipples.

Tommy got up, withdrawing from Megan. I was pleased to see that, like his
older brother, he practiced safe sex as well.

"Hey, Tammy, don't you have some place to be?" Megan said as she scrambled to
retrieve her clothes lying on the floor under the coffee table. "Yeah I do,
and I'm here, this is my house as well as Tommy's," I said. "Well, do you
mind," she said, making a circular motion with her hand. "What," I said, "You
want me to turn around? Megan, you ain't got anything I haven't seen already."
"Well," she said, "I'm not like you, then, I've never seen my brother naked."
Megan had a brother about twenty-three, the same age as Tim. I looked over at
Tommy and said, "Maybe the Conner's are just a bunch of perverts, Tommy, what
do you think?"

He looked from me to Megan and said, "Don't get all freaked out, Megs, Tammy's
just trying to get a reaction from you," then looking back at me, said,
"Aren't you Tam?" I stared at Tommy who was now standing with his hands on his
hips, still naked and making no move to cover up or get dressed.

"Yeah," I said, "I'm sorry Megan, and I was just 'pushing your buttons' to see
what reaction I'd get from you." Megan was just pulling on a pair of jeans.
She swayed her hips from side to side as she pulled the snug pants on.

I walked around the coffee table and stood in front of Megan. "I'm sorry I
interrupted your love making too. Please don't be angry at me," I said, and
then with a fingertip, I ran it along the side of her left breast. She looked
at me and I knew she was trying to judge my sincerity and the meaning of the
touch, and then I smiled.

"That's OK," she said, relaxing a bit having made up her mind that I meant no
harm. I turned to walk away then said over my shoulder, "You two can have the
family room to yourselves; I'm going to my room to try on my clothes." Tommy
looked at Megan, but it was clear that I had ruined the moment for them.

I retrieved my packages and moments later I heard the front door shut. Tommy
would drive Megan home. She didn't live far and he was back by the time I had
laid my purchases on my bed and put the leather skirt on that I had bought. I
was looking at the length when Tommy knocked on my door frame. I had left the
door open.

"What do you think?" I asked, rolling the waistband to hike the hem up another
inch. The skirt ended at mid-thigh. "It looks great, but the principal will
send you home in a heartbeat if you wear a skirt that short," he said. I
turned around facing him and reached behind me to unzip the skirt. "I suppose
you're right," I said, "I'll need to get a few conservative things. Was Megan
alright? I'm sorry I interrupted your love making." "Yeah," he said, "she's
OK, just not use to the Connor living arrangements." I smiled then said, "I
walked in on Jim and Monica the other day. They were giving that couch a
workout." "I didn't know that," he said, "what happened?" "Nothing much," I
said, "at least they both climaxed, then Monica went down on me and I had sex
with Jimmy."

"What!" he nearly screamed. "Monica went down on you and you had sex with
Jimmy?" I smiled. "There must be an echo in here," I said, "I just said that.
Don't look so shocked, Tommy, it was my idea, I was turned on watching the two
of them screw." "So you and Monica had sex too," he asked. "Yeah, while Jimmy
was in the bathroom, I seduced Monica into going down on me," I said, "I think
she really liked it and I came all over her face."

"Tammy, you're disgusting," he said, "but having sex with your brother is
probably the icing on the cake." "Oh, Tommy, don't be such a prude," I said,
"You want me too, don't you?" "What? You think I want to have sex with my
sister?" he said. "Sure, Tommy," I said allowing the skirt I had been trying
on to fall to the floor, "who could resist this body?" I did a slow pirouette,
allowing Tommy to feast his eyes on my body.

I stood in front of him and ran a finger along his jaw line. "Come on, Tommy,
admit that you think your sister is hot," I said, and then dropped my hand
down to the waistband of his pants. I unfastened the button and pulled his
zipper down while staring him in the eyes.

His pants fell to the floor and with my free hand; I pulled the waistband of
his boxer's away from his trim stomach and reached in to finger his erection.
I stroked his shaft with one well-manicured nail, feeling his shaft harden and
relishing the control I had over him.

"You know, Tommy, my three brothers mean the world to me, but from now on you
will refer to me as Mistress Tammy or simply mistress when we are here in the
house, do you understand," I asked. Tommy swallowed hard and I watched as his
Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Yes, mistress," he said softly. I rewarded
him with a smile. "Good, Tommy, excellent," I said, "As a reward, I'll let you
cum, would you like that?" He nodded his head. "Alright, I'm going to lie on
my bed and you may play with yourself and come on my stomach since you think
having sex with your sister is so disgusting," I said, "Then you're going to
lick your cum from my body, do you understand?" Again, he nodded.

I lay on the bed near the edge and he stood off my right hip. With his
erection in his right hand, I watched as he slowly began stroking himself,
increasing his rhythm until he exploded, his semen falling onto my abs, pussy
and legs. His breathing which had increased now was returning to normal.

I didn't allow him to linger. "Come on, Tommy; lick your 'goo' off of me.
Clean up every drop." He knelt beside the bed and went to work lapping up his
semen.

"While you're there, you may pleasure me, Tommy, and I expect you to do better
than Monica. I want you to swallow all of my juices. If you don't, I'll punish
you, now get your tongue in there and make me come," I said.

I knew I had shamed him into bending to my will and that was what I wanted.
Tommy was the most physical of my brothers and I had to break him in order to
dominate the house.

"Come on, bitch," I said, "please your mistress, make me come if you can." I
knew he'd rise to the challenge and he did. I exploded sending a stream of cum
into his mouth. I involuntarily clamped my muscled thighs against his head and
he began beating at them with his fists. I laughed softly as I knew he was
nearly out of air. I released him and he collapsed on the floor next to my
bed, panting, trying to fill his lungs.

"Ahh, what's the matter, Tommy," I said, "did my legs prove too strong for
you?" I laughed, humiliating him even more.

"I have to pee, Tommy, would you like for me to use your mouth as a toilet?" I
asked. With what limited oxygen he had in his lungs he managed to say, "No
mistress." "Then get out of my room, bitch, and start dinner, I'm hungry," I
said, lifting myself from the bed and padding to the bathroom.

Admiring my reflection in the mirror as I passed, I thought, 'I'll whip this
house into shape sooner than later, but I need to concentrate on finding
something to wear to school tomorrow.'