Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 3


I donned a skirt and blouse that I had bought the day before, checking to make
sure it wasn't too revealing. At least Tommy wasn't bitching about what I was
wearing as we drove to school.

"Look, Tommy, while we're at school, you may call me Tam, Tammy, or whatever,
but at home, I'm your mistress, do you understand?" I said. "Yes mistress," he
said. "Good, just so we're clear," I said.

We pulled into the lot and I stepped out of the car. My skirt hiked up my
thigh as I did and a senior pulling in whistled and smiled. I glanced over at
Tommy who glared back at the boy. "Do I have to worry about my sister," Tommy
asked. "Oh, I think I can take care of myself," I told him.

Tommy and I walked to the front door where Megan was waiting for him. "You
look nice," Megan said to me. "Thanks, better than wearing Tommy's stuff," I
said. "Much better," she said. The three of us walked into the school. Tommy
and Megan turned down the corridor to the right and I went straight to my
Biology class.

At noon I found Zoe in the quad picking at a tuna sandwich. I sat beside her
at the table. "Still coming over Saturday?" I asked. "Sure," she said, but I
could tell that something was bothering her. We had been friends for years so
I said, "Is everything alright?" She looked at me for a few seconds then said,
"Something has changed Tammy, not just physically, but emotionally too." "What
do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, yesterday, when you were trying on those clothes and I went down on
you, I just couldn't help myself," she said, "it was if I was drawn to you.
Have you been practicing hypnosis, did you cast some sort of magic spell over
me?" I laughed, "No," I said, "I'm no hypnotist and I didn't cast a magic
spell over you, but I wanted you and, more importantly, I could tell you
wanted me. You don't have regrets, do you?"

"Oh, no," she said, "You're right though; I did want to make love to you. I
still do."

The bell rang signaling that we had five minutes to get to class. "Before we
go, let me feel your bicep one more time," Zoe asked. I glanced around and the
other students were beginning to move towards the buildings. I flexed my arm
and she squeezed it through the sleeve of my blouse. "Hmm," she said, "I love
that."

That night, I was in my room doing homework when Jimmy came in. "Tammy, Tommy
tells me you want him to call you 'mistress', what's that all about?" he
asked. "That's right," I said, "I want you and Tim and Tommy to refer to me as
'mistress' now." "But that's humiliating," he whined. "Yes, yes it is, but you
three are wimps," I said standing up, "Remember the other night when I milked
your cock, I didn't hear any complaints about that, so if you don't start
showing me the respect I deserve around here, I'll beat your ass, understand?"
"Yes, mistress," he mumbled. "Good. Now get out of here, I've got homework to
finish, go tell Tim that he's to call me mistress too." "Yes, mistress," and
he turned to leave. "Oh, and Jimmy," I said, "The next time you come in here,
knock first and wait for me to allow you to come in, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, mistress," he said a final time.

It was obvious that my muscles could dominate my brother's, not just
physically but emotionally as well, but could I dominate a teacher? I had to
try.

My weakest class was geometry, well, math in general, but this year I found my
geometry class particularly difficult. Mr. Barnes, my teacher, mid-thirties
with thinning hair was relatively new to our high school. 'I'll see if I can
bring my grade up from a C to a B,' I thought.

Following a boring class, in which Mr. Barnes droned on about theorems and
postulates or some such nonsense, I approached his desk. "Yes, Ms Connors," he
asked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes, but would you have a few minutes after school
to go over a few questions I have?" I asked. He glanced at the clock on the
wall, and then back at me, "Well, I do have to be somewhere, but if you come
by after last period, perhaps I can help you then," he said. "Thanks, Mr.
Barnes," I said, "I'm sure it won't take long."

After my last class, I slipped into the restroom near Mr. Barnes' room and
rolled the waistband of my skirt so that the hem was nearly to my clit. I
wanted to give Mr. Barnes a little sample of what I had to offer. By the time
I exited the bathroom, the hallway was practically deserted and I slipped into
his room unnoticed.

"I'm sorry I'm late Mr. Barnes, I had to stop at the little girls' room," I
said. He appeared to be focused on grading tests, a red pencil in his hand.
"That's alright, Ms Con ... ," and his voice trailed off as he turned to face
me. I smiled and walked to his desk, swaying my hips more than I normally did.

"I wanted to talk to you about something, Mr. Barnes," I said and sat in the
chair directly in front of his desk. I sat with my knees spread, allowing him
a view of my pussy. I watched as his eyes traveled from mine to my lap. "Huh,"
he said, "you wanted?" I smiled once again, and said, "Yes, I wanted to see if
there was anything I could do to bring my grade up, you know, extra credit
stuff."

"Well, I err ... " he stammered, "I hadn't really thought about it, but maybe
we could find something." I stood up and stepped to the front of his desk.
"Good," I said, "I was hoping there was something I could do to get it up."
The hem of my skirt was an inch above the desktop, and I lifted it an inch
higher with my finger. "Get it up?" he asked. "Yes, Mr. Barnes," I said,
slowly walking around the desk to where he sat, "get it up, you know, my
grade." "Ahh," he said as he followed my progress around the desk, but said no
more. I stood immediately to his right now, no more than three inches from his
chair.

"Do you like girls with muscles, Mr. Barnes?" I asked. "Pardon me," he said,
clearing his throat. I looked down at him and said sternly, "Do you like girls
with muscles, don't make me repeat myself, do you understand?" "Ye ... yes, Ms
Connors," he said. "Was that 'yes' you understand or 'yes' you like girls with
muscles," I asked. "Bo ... both," he said sheepishly and tried to smile.

I smiled back at him and said, "I thought you liked muscle girls," and I
flexed my quad. He was still looking up, so I lowered my eyes and with one
extended index finger, traced a large vein along my tan thigh. A soft mewing
sound escaped his lips.

"Turn and face your mistress," I said. His eyes now riveted on my quad, he
swiveled so that he was now facing me, his erection clearly visible in his
chino pants. I smiled and said, "I can see I turn you on, Mr. Barnes, so I'm
going to let you see my pussy, and you may cum in your pants, would you like
that?" "Yes," he said softly.

I moved so that I now straddled his legs, and lifted my skirt. His eyes bulged
as he took in my shaved pussy. I chuckled softly, then said, "Kiss me, Mr.
Barnes, I want to feel your lips on my clit." He blinked rapidly behind his
glasses and then leaned forward and kissed me, at the same time a stain spread
across his lap. I chuckled again and said, "You don't have any self-control,
do you?" "No," he said, hanging his head and blushing. "No, who, Mr. Barnes,"
I asked, and then more sternly and putting an index finger under his chin and
raising his head, I repeated myself, "No, who?" "No, mistress," he said
meekly.

"Good, good boy," I said, allowing my skirt to drop back, "I'll expect a B in
this class, Mr. Barnes, if I don't get it, I'll punish you, do I make myself
clear." "Yes, mistress," he said.

I stepped away and began slowly walking toward the door. Stopping at the door,
I pulled my skirt down, turned and said, "Be sure to clean that cum from your
pants before you leave, Mr. Barnes." "Yes, mistress," he said softly, still
looking down at where I had been standing. I left him sitting there.

'Men are so easy to control,' I thought as I walked towards the main door of
the school.

Saturday was bright and clear when I woke. I padded to the bathroom then
stopped on my way back through my bedroom at the full length mirror. With one
foot in front of the other, I tensed my abs and watched the muffin size
muscles swell as the lines between them appeared to deepen. I crossed my arms
in front of my chest and watched as my traps swelled. Satisfied, I walked to
the kitchen. Jimmy was sitting at the breakfast table having a bowl of cereal,
Tim at the counter preparing a piece of toast.

"Good morning," I said. "Good morning, mistress," Tim replied, not turning
around. Jim looked up freezing a spoonful of cereal between his mouth and the
bowl. A drop of milk slid down his chin. "You might want to wipe that off,
Jimmy," I said, "and aren't you going to say good morning to your little
sister?" He swallowed and then said, "Good morning, mistress. You're hardly my
little sister any longer." I smiled, "No, no I'm not," I said, "I'm going to
work out, make sure the house is neat and we have plenty of snacks and drinks
for the party today," and I turned to leave, and then turned back, "Oh, and be
sure the pool is clean and heated."

In the garage, I worked on my shoulders, arms and chest. I always enjoyed
lifting, teasing my body, pushing it and watching the muscles respond in the
mirror. Military presses, both seated and inclined; as well as curl and
triceps workout bathed me in sweat. I toweled off and returned to the house to
shower and get ready for our guests.

Passing the entryway, the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole in the
door and saw it was Jimmy's girlfriend, Monica. I opened the door and was
pleased to see her eyes widen and jaw drop.

"Tammy," she said in a surprised tone, "Is Jimmy here?" I stood aside so she
could enter and shut the door. "I think he ran to the store to get some snacks
and drinks, I just finished working out, what do you think?" I said, and did a
slow pirouette. "Wow," she said, "Your body is amazing. I took your advice and
started working out myself." I looked at her and she seemed more toned, but
she had a beach cover-up on that was baggie, so it was hard to tell.

"Come into my room, Monica, let's see the results," I said, leading her down
the hall to my room. "I've got a long way to go," she said, lifting her
cover-up over her head.

She wore a blue flowered bikini. It looked like she had had it for several
years. I went to my dresser and opened the drawer containing my bathing suits.
Generally when it's just me or me and my brothers, I lay in the back yard
naked, however, I have about two dozen bikini's including a new one that I
planned to wear today. "Here," I said turning and handing her one that I had
selected, "try this on." She took it and said, "You don't like this suit?"
"Monica," I said, "it's 'old school', you've worked on your body, now work on
the fashion."

She held up the swatch of material examining it closely. "Go on," I said, "try
it on." She untied her top and positioned the new top over her breasts. Her
breasts are bigger than mine, so the fabric didn't cover her as well as it did
me, but she held it in place as I tied it behind her.

Next she shed the bikini bottom. "I see you've waxed as well, what does Jimmy
think?" I asked. She looked at me for a minute then said, "Oh, he loves it, he
said it reminded him of you," and she looked away. I smiled to myself, but
said, "Don't feel bad, Monica, I know Jimmy loves you," and I brushed a strand
of hair from her eyes.

I crouched down and kissed her labia, then slowly stimulated her clit with the
tip of my tongue. She let out a faint gasp and I continued to probe with my
tongue. Soon she was panting and climaxed although she didn't cum.

I stood and said, "Now try on that bottom." She stepped into it and pulled it
up her hips. "Turn for me," I said and as she did, I smoothed the small
triangular piece of fabric and untwisted the string sides. 'She needs to tone
those butt cheeks,' I thought, but said nothing.

"How do I look," she asked. "Much better," I said, "now I've got to shower and
get ready," and I padded off to the bathroom to shower.

When I stepped onto the patio conversation stopped and everyone looked my way.
Jaws dropped and those who weren't wearing sunglasses, I could see their eyes
widen. I was wearing a new bathing suit that I had ordered on-line. The top
barely covered my areolas, but what everyone was looking at was the bottom, a
side-less creation that was in the shape of a 'C', and which was worn with one
portion of the 'C' extending between your butt, through your pussy to a
triangular panel in front. It certainly maximized your exposure without being
totally naked. I had ordered a hot pink color that was sure would contrast
with my dark tan.

I walked slowly to the empty chaise next to Zoe. She had already put a couple
of towels on it. "Oh, my God," Zoe said, "Where did you get that suit, Tam?
You look smokin'." I smiled at her, "I'm glad you like it," I said, "I ordered
it on-line, do you think it's too much?" "You mean is it enough," Zoe said,
"If I were to wear something like that it would fall off or I'd look
ridiculous, but you have the body to pull it off, you look fantastic."
"Thanks," I said.

Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves although I felt a little sorry for Tim as
everyone was paired up except him. "You look sad," Zoe said, "is there
anything wrong?" "I was just thinking how everyone here has someone except
Tim," I told her, "it just makes me a little sad is all." "Would it make you
feel better if I went over and talked to him?" Zoe said. "It would," I said,
"Would you?"

Zoe didn't respond but got up and went over to where Tim was lying, reading.
"What are you reading, Tim," Zoe asked. "Just a Patterson novel," he replied,
"You didn't have to come over and talk to me just because Tammy asked you to."
"But she didn't," Zoe said, "I was just curious, mind if I sit down?" He moved
his legs to one side of the chaise and Zoe sat. "So, Tammy said you work at
Biomax, what do you do there?" Zoe asked. "I'm a lab assistant, which means I
do whatever the chemists want," Tim said. "Sounds interesting," Zoe said, "Are
you working on any big projects; cure for the common cold, cancer drug,
anything like that?" He laughed and said, "No, Biomax isn't a pharmaceutical
lab, we specialize in vitamins and vitamin supplements." "Cool," Zoe said,
"I'm sure they help people." "Yes," Tim said, "I believe so."

It was odd for Tim, who at 23, found himself having a meaningful conversation
with a 16 year old classmate of his sister. What was even more unusual was
that he thought she was hot. She wore an emerald green bikini which barely
covered her. He found himself getting aroused having her sit on his chaise
lounge. Apparently Zoe must have noticed because she said, "Look at you, Tim,
getting turned on by little old me." He laughed and said, "What? No, I mean
... " and his voice trailed off. "That's OK, Tim," Zoe said, lightly placing a
hand on his manhood, "Come on, let's go in the house."

She led him inside and said, "Where's your room?" "Look, Zoe, you're seven
years younger than me," Tim said, "you don't have to ... " and she put a
finger to his lips. "Shh, quiet, silly," she said, "let's just say I have a
thing for older men," and she laughed, "now where's your room?" Tim took her
by the hand and led her to his room. No sooner had they entered than she
kicked the door shut.

"Take your trunks off and sit on the bed," Zoe said. He did. "Now watch," she
said and went to a stereo and pushed the play button. Soon, contemporary music
filled the room and Zoe began to sway with the beat. She slowly untied her top
and when she threw it on the bed, Tim's breath caught. He found himself
breathing shallowly mesmerized by Zoe's breasts.

She continued to dance and began inching her bikini lower on her hips, then to
her thighs and finally kicked them onto the bed by her top.

She stopped in front of Tim and pushed him flat on his back and straddled his
midsection. While nowhere near as muscular as his sister, he found Zoe
attractive. Soon the pair was entangled in each other's arms. A half hour
later, they lay together, catching their breath.

"Thank you," Tim said. Zoe rolled on top of him and asked, "Do you want an
encore?" Tim smiled and said, "I do, but I think we should rejoin the party,
can I have a rain check?" She kissed him passionately slipping her tongue into
his mouth and exploring his tongue. When she withdrew she said, "A rain check
it is, but let's not make it too long."

They dressed and went back to the party. Tim returned to his book and Zoe to
her chaise next to Tammy, who watched her over the tops of her sunglasses.
"You look happy," Tammy told Zoe. Zoe smiled and said, "You didn't tell me
that Tim was so well endowed." "You screwed my brother?" Tammy asked. Zoe
looked at her, "Yeah, why, Tim's attractive, has a nice body and an eight inch
cock, what's not to like?" "Sometimes you amaze me, Zoe," Tammy said, and
laughed, Zoe joined in too.

Jimmy and Monica grilled hot dogs and hamburgers, Tim served up drinks with,
not surprising, Zoe's help, and Tommy and Megan brought out the condiments,
napkins, plates, etc.

As I was putting mustard and pickles on my hamburger, Monica came up beside me
to fix her hot dog. "So," I asked, "What did Jimmy think of the new suit?" She
gave me a broad smile, "He loved it, thank you so much for lending it to me,
I'll wash it and return it." "Nonsense," I said, "it's yours. Keep it, I think
I like this new style. What do you think?" She straightened up and looked at
me head to foot, and then said, "I think you have the body for it, Tammy," and
she kissed me on my cheek, her hand brushing my butt. We finished fixing our
sandwiches and I turned to take my plate back to my chaise, but before I
could, Megan, stepped up to me and said, "That's a fantastic suit, Tammy."
"Thanks, Megan," I said. Tommy stepped up behind Megan and said, "You look
awesome, sis." Megan playfully gave him an elbow in the stomach, and then
laughed.

Everyone enjoyed themselves and the party continued until the sun went down.
Tommy drove Megan home, and Zoe, Tim, Monica and I cleaned up, while Jimmy
cleaned the barbeque. I drained the ice chest, and then carried it to the
kitchen so that we could put the leftover drinks back into the refrigerator.

"That looks heavy," Monica said as I sat the ice chest on the floor. "Not too
bad," I said, and she bent and tried to lift it. "Shit, Tam," Monica said,
"that's a hundred pounds, I doubt Jimmy could lift it." "Maybe not, but it's
not a problem," I said, "I lift heavy in our gym." "Your gym?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "hasn't Jimmy mentioned our gym in the garage?" "No," she said,
"I'd like to see it sometime. Maybe you could give me some pointers for
working out." "Sure," I said, "Come by tomorrow, I'm happy to help."