After Track Season, After the Party
by Musclehead



Barbara jumped in her car, (actually her Mom's car, her strict Dad wouldn't
let her have her own car, even though she was eighteen and had already had her
license for 2 years) and sped back to the family farm. She breathed a sigh of
relief when she got home and saw that the only light on was on the front
porch. She had thoughtfully put her track warmup jacket back on to cover her
upper body muscles, but she had forgotten about her short skirt.

Quietly, she went into the house and carefully closed the door, making her way
to the stairs. "You're late. Where have you been?" Barbara froze. A light came
on in the den. "I asked you a question young lady. Get in here." Barbara
turned and, fearing the punishment she was about to receive, made her way to
the open door of the den. "Come all the way in and close the door behind you.
I don't want to wake anyone up."

"I'm sorry Dad, I was just having a good time at the party and I lost track of
time. Gimme a break."

"What did you say?" Suddenly he stopped. "Where did you get that short skirt?
Lady's don't wear such revealing clothes. And those sandals. You look like a
whore. Why is your hair so disheveled?" As Barbara's Dad was looking her up
and down with disapproval, Barbara was looking him up and down as well.
Sometimes she wondered where she got her size from. She was not huge, but
somewhat bigger than the average. Right now, looking at her Dad, it occurred
to her that he was only as tall as she was, which would make him a little
small for a man. He probably weighed the same as her. But he had no visible
muscles. Her Mom was a little below average, sizewise as well. He relegated
too much of the hard farm work to the rest of the family, and the farm hands,
always saying that he was the manager. She thought to herself that her Dad
probably couldn't lift Sam over his head like she had earlier that night.

As he berated her, Barbara was wondering why she should take shit from this
overbearing asshole any more. "You look like a damn jezebel. The bible says?."

"What the bible says about Jezebel is skewed at best."

"How dare you."

"Listen Dad, I'm eighteen and I really don't need this crap anymore. This has
been a great day for me, please don't spoil it. And, for your information, the
historic Jezebel was a strong woman who was a threat to men. That's why they
threw her to the dogs. They couldn't deal with a strong and assertive woman.
And that's what your problem is."

"Don't you ever contradict the bible. And I'm the man of the house. As long as
you live here you will do as I say."

Barbara had had enough. "Why don't you make me do as you say."

"Why you disrespectful slut, you'll pay for your ways." Barbara had decided
that things had finally come to a head. She didn't know what was going to
happen next, but as he came threateningly towards her, she was pretty sure
they were going to have a physical confrontation. She didn't want to mess up
her track warm-ups, they belonged to the school, so she unzipped the top and
took it off. He stopped in his tracks and stared at his daughter standing
there in a tiny denim skirt and a tube top. Her upper body was still pumped
from her encounter with Sam, but that didn't register with her Dad, his focus
was that her tube top made her attire even worse, in his opinion.

As he reached her, he slapped her hard across her face. It hurt, stung rather.
Then he grabbed her and pushed her towards the couch. "I'm going to give you
the spanking you should have gotten a long time ago. She pulled away and
stepped back from him. "Let me make it easier for you, pulling her denim skirt
down around her ankles and stepping out of it, staring at her father the whole
time. As he stood there with his mouth open, looking at those tiny panties
with the lips right on top of her pussy, thinking of what to say next, Barbara
spoke first.

"Sam thought I looked really hot in these panties Daddy. What do you think?"
She turned around exposing her glutes. "If you think that you can actually
give me a spanking, go ahead and try. I think my butt is harder than your
hands."

By this point he had noticed how muscular she had become, and it had occurred
to him that maybe his daughter could kick his ass. But he was in a rage and
illogic won out over common sense. But he did have enough sense to attack
while her back was turned. He knocked her to the floor, and her head grazed
the coffee table as she fell. While she was temporarily dazed, he pressed his
advantage. He pulled her arms down along her back, then jumped on, pinning
them down, facing her feet, then started wailing away on her ass.

Barbara came out of her coffee table induced fog, and realizing was going on,
flexed her ass muscles hard. After a few more whacks, she could tell that he
was slowing down, probably because his hand hurt. She also could feel that he
had an erection that was pushing on her back. "Fucking pervert," she thought.
Time to strike. With amazing speed her leg exploded up and back, her foot
striking him square in the fore head. Another burst of strength, and her arms
were free. She reached back and pulled him down, so now they were back to
back, with Barbara still face down. She reached behind her and locked her arms
around his chest, in what can only be called a backwards bearhug.

Pouring on the power, she soon had her father gasping for breath. She pushed
off with one knee and flipped them over. As they rolled over and he landed on
his stomach, she released her hands. Now they were completely reversed. She
reached under and undid his belt, pulled his pants down, and started spanking
him. She stopped and looked down at his spindly legs. "Good god, she thought,
my legs are almost twice as big as his. I'm probably way stronger than him."
She slid down so her hard ass was on top of his soft one. Next, she applied a
reverse, back to back grapevine, then lay down and snaked her arms under his
armpits and back over. "Gotta make this as painful and debilitating as
possible," she thought. With fierce concentration, Barbara sat up, pulling his
upper body backwards with her, and simultaneously powered her grapevine while
spreading her legs to the sides. She continued to lean as far forwards as she
could. Her Dad screamed in agony so loud that a few seconds later, Barbara's
Mom open the door to the den.

"Oh my God. What's going on here.?"

"He attacked me and tried to spank me, Mom?? As you can see, he didn't
succeed." She let go and ran to her mother, hugging her and bursting into
tears, quite a contrast from the powerful girl who have completely and easily
subdued her father in less than a minute. He plopped to the floor, almost
unconscious.

"Oh, dear, are you okay?"

"Mom, today was the best day of the best year of my life so far, and he wanted
to ruin it with his old fashion, backward ways. I'm crying tears of happiness
and relief. I'm not going to take his shit anymore."

"My gosh dear, when did you get so many muscles?"

"Some of the girl's on the track team were helping me with weight training.
I've been keeping everything a secret because, you know how Dad is."

"Yeah, and I'm afraid he's going to be mad when he wakes up."

"Not to worry, Mom. Things are going to be different around here from now on.
I discovered tonight that I'm way stronger than him, and what's he gonna do?
Throw a bible at me?"

"Well, you look really strong. How strong are you?" Just then Barbara's
sister, Hannah who was in eighth grade, came in to see what all the commotion
was all about.

As Barbara turned to face her, "Wow, cool undies, sis. Wow, cool muscles too.
How strong are you? Did you beat that old fuck up?"

"Watch your mouth, young lady."

"Aw, Mom, you know I'm right. He's been holding us all back. You too. Come on
Barbara, can you show us how strong you are?"

"Sure, Hannah. But, before I do, I wanna point out something. Mom, he makes
you do most of the farmwork along with us girls. You're smaller than him, but
you're only 42 years old and you're in great shape. And Hannah, you've been
doing gymnastics and you're also in good shape, I assume. You guys shouldn't
let him bully you. This old fuck is always spouting the bible, but the old
pervert got an erection when he sneak attacked me and got in a few whacks on
my delicious butt. Then I went into action, and that's the result." She
gestured towards her Dad, who was sitting up, now, trying to focus.

"Enough talk, Barb. Show us your strength." Barbara walked over to her Dad,
and helped him to his feet. Then she put her hands just above his waist, on
either side of his torso. She gave a great heave, lifting him over her head.
Barbara's Mom put her hands over her mouth in disbelief while Hannah clapped
enthusiastically. "I wanna be as strong as you, Barb." She turned and threw
him five or six feet onto the couch. Then she went over and sat on his back.

"Like I said, things are gonna be different around here from now on." As she
talked, she started to undo the straps on her sandals, the ones that went to
her knees. "Mom, I think we should buy some weights and set up our own gym.
I'm gonna start training both of you the way my friends trained me. I'm gonna
train Kimmie, too. (Kim was the eleven year old sixth grader.) She's just
hitting puberty. Perfect time. We've all got the right genes." As she finished
undoing the log straps on her sandals, she got off her Dad. "This is for
getting a boner, looking at my ass." She pulled his arms back and planted a
knee on them too hold them in place. Then she got his legs and pulled them up.
In seconds, she had used the straps of her sandals to hog tie him.

"You do have an amazing ass," said Hannah. "What do you think of mine?" Hannah
turned around and dropped her Pajama shorts. Gymnastics had honed a fine hard
ass, every bit equal to Barbara's and she too was wearing a thong.

"Where do you girls get these tiny panties, girls?" They laughed.

"hotundies.com. We're gonna get you some too, Mom. Tonite is the beginning of
all of our liberation from the asshole that is, unfortunately, our father and
your husband."

"I'm stronger than Dad now," Hannah suddenly blurted out. "Gymnastics makes
you really strong."

"Why don't we find out tomorrow."

"You guys know that I'm right here and I can hear you. This is my home and I'm
in charge. Barbara took me by surprise, that's all. Untie me and we'll see
what happens."

"Dad, shut up. You attacked me from behind. God, what a jerk."

"I'll shut him up," piped up Hannah. She sauntered over and stuffed her pajama
bottoms into his mouth. Then she bent over so her face was right next to his.
"Daddy, dear, tomorrow you and I are gonna have a wrestling match."

The girl's Mom was just so taken aback by the events unfolding in front of
her. "Have you two always been so wild?"

"Mom, I'm not wild. Well, maybe sometimes. It's just that I have put up with
his bullshit for all these years and I'm tired of it. At the beginning of
track season Tamara started throwing the discus and she and her girlfriends
Pam and Jill took me under their wing. They taught me some very specialized
training techniques. Mom, I know that Dad keeps you so busy doing all the work
that he should be doing, so you don't have time to follow what I've been doing
in track. At the state track meet today, I took second place. I threw it 185
feet. That's sixty-five feet more than I could at the beginning of the season,
thanks to the girl's training. That's less than ten feet from the national
record. Or rather, the old record. Tamara threw it an unbelievable 229 feet.
That's forty-four feet farther than me, and forty feet more than the previous
record. You should see her. She's the same height as meet, but she weighs
about fifteen pounds more, all muscle. Plus, she's the hottest thing going.
She also broke national records in high jump and Pole Vault. And she hadn't
even done any of those events before this season. She's the best athlete I've
ever seen, male or female."

"I've seen her," said Hannah. "She's the older sister of my friend, Carmen.
Carmen and I are in gymnastics together. I think someday Carmen will be even
hotter than Tamara."

"What does it mean to be hot, girls."

"Oh, Mom, you've been under his control for way too long. Hot is sexy."

"So you think being athletic and muscular is sexy?"

"Yeah, don't you? Look at me, Ma. There's an old saying, behind every curve is
a muscle. Look at our round asses, look at how much nicer the curviness of my
arms and legs is due to the muscles. And my tits stick way out, not just
'cause they're big, but because the pecs underneath help to push them out.
Look at Hannah's legs and ass. Muscle. Beautiful, firm muscle. Anyway, I think
that Hannah here is the wild one. When I was her age I wasn't wearing thongs,
I was wearing panties that were so unsexy they looked like boy's underpants."

The girl's Mom, (her name was Mary) looked over at Hannah. Hannah was a real
cutie, with short blond hair and green eyes. She was every inch a tomboy and
those green eyes sparkled with an air of rebelliousness that was palpable.

"Have you had sex yet, Barbara?"

"MARY, shut up. I don't want to hear about what a slut my oldest child is."
Somehow, he had managed to get Hannah's pajama short out of his mouth.

"Let's go in the kitchen, Mom. I'm hungry, and I don't want to talk in front
of him."

"UNTIE ME."

"In the morning. Nightie, night." They all laughed and went to the kitchen.
"Mom, before I tell you about whether I've had sex or not, what about you?"

Mary's eyes welled up. "He hasn't satisfied my in years. Actually, he never
satisfied me. His stupid biblical point of view about sex and procreation, we
only had sex to produce children. He would climb on, and it would be over."

The girls, of like mind both came over and hugged their mother. "It looks like
the daughters will help liberate the mother. Mom, do you ever masturbate?"

"Barbara, don't talk about such things in front of your little sister." Hannah
laughed out loud.

"See. Mom, I told you that Hannah is the rebellious one." Mary looked over at
her second daughter with such a surprised look on her face that it made Hannah
laugh loudly again.

"Sometimes I touch myself in the shower. But the Bible says it's wrong."

"That's bullshit, Mom. Show me where it says that. That's just probably more
of Dad's repressiveness. Think about it. It's really just the opposite of what
Dad says. Do you think that God would give us this ability to have this
amazing sensation within our body's and then prohibit us from enjoying what
he's given us. It seems to me that that's the perverted point of view."

"I never thought about it that way. It makes sense. So, Barbara, have you had
sex? Are you still a virgin?"

"You won't get mad?"

"Dad might."

"Fuck him," said Hannah with enthusiasm.

"Okay. Well, I've masturbated, a lot. That's what happens when your father
lords over you and won't let you date guys, or anything. Anyway, back at the
beginning of track season, Tamara decides she want to throw discus. Last
season all she did was hurdles. She was noticeably more muscular this year
than before. I had to teach her how to throw the disc, since the girls don't
have a field coach. The very first day of practice, an hour after I taught her
how to throw the damn thing, she threw one way farther than I ever had, even
with three previous years of practice. First day! I was so bummed out. But
instead of rubbing it in, she was so nice. That's when she offered to help me
with training. Okay, the first meet comes up and I set a new school record. I
was on cloud nine."

"What did Tamara do?"

"She intentionally flubbed her throws so that I could be the star. She did
that all season, until the state meet today. That was so nice of her. After
the meet, I sat by my locker for so long, getting congrats from all the other
girls, until everyone was gone. I went to shower and the three girls snuck in.
They spent an hour focusing all their attention on me. It was amazing."

"You're first encounter was lesbian sex?" asked Hannah.

"You know what lesbian sex is?" asked Mary, more incredulous by the minute.

"So, you're still a virgin? None of those girls popped your cherry," asked
Hannah.

"Hannah, is there anything else you know about that fourteen year old girls
shouldn't know about."

"Mom, no offense, but you're the one that's out of step, not me."

"Can I get back to me story? Hannah is right. Well, was right. I lost my
virginity tonight." Hannah squealed with delight.

"I sure hope you're still a virgin, Hannah."

"Yes, Mom," she said, as if stating the obvious.

"Can I get back to my story?" They nodded. "My friend, Jill, wanted her
boyfriend to be the first one with me because he's such an enlightened guy and
put my pleasure first. It was wonderful. I'll tell you more at some other
time. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. But here's my plan for tomorrow.
Hannah, do you really want to wrestle Dad? He's a lot bigger than you.

"Barbara, I'm strong as shit. Not as strong as you, but really strong for a
fourteen year old girl. I knew I was stronger than Dad two years ago. He was
trying to unload fifty pound bags of feed from the truck. He didn't know I was
watching him. Billie, my boyfriend and I were climbing in the rafters of the
barn above him. He couldn't do the job. So, he went to find Eli, the amish guy
who was working for us back then. Billie and I climbed down and tried to move
some of the bags. We were both able to unload them without too much trouble.
Actually, I was able to do it even more easily than Billie. So that day, I
found out I was stronger than my boyfriend and my Dad. That was two year ago.
I'm way stronger now. All those gymnastics and about twenty more pounds."

Mary interrupted Hannah for a second. "You had a boyfriend when you were
twelve?"

"Not really. Don't worry, Mom, we didn't do anything back then. We just hung
out together. Anyway, I'm going to bed. Wanna be fresh when I beat the crap
out of Dad tomorrow." She jumped up and bounded out of the kitchen.

"Seems like she's got enough energy to do it right now. Mom, tomorrow, after
the big match," they both giggled, "we'll go get some weights and start your
training. When you're ready, I'll tell you more about what went on with Sam
and me tonight." Barbara got up to leave, then turned back to her mother. "We
need to do something about your lack of sexual satisfaction. In the meantime,
you should masturbate as much as you want. Good night. I love you, Mom." Then
she left.

On her way back to bed, Mary stopped in the den to check on her husband, Mike.
"UNTIE ME."

"Barbara said no."

"THIS IS MY HOUSE. UNTIE ME NOW. YOU ARE MY WIFE AND YOU WILL DO AS I TELL
YOU." Mary got closer. Then she punched him in the eye. She spent a good while
before she slipped off into sleep pleasuring herself, thinking about her
liberated daughters, realizing that Barbara's muscles added to her sexuality
and wondered what Hannah's body looked like under that oversized t-shirt she
was wearing. Her ass was certainly impressive enough, her legs also. Mary also
began to wonder what she'd be like with some added muscle, curvy muscle, more
than just the sinewy hardness that her farmwork had built in her. "Tomorrow is
the first day of the rest of my life," she thought to herself.

The next morning, Barbara was up at the crack of dawn. She was getting ready
to put on her dowdy old clothes that covered up her glorious body whenever she
was around her father. She already had the oversized long sleeve t-shirt on
when she remembered that things were no longer the same. So she put on a
t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, with a bra, (she didn't feel like being in
your face confrontational) a pair of running shorts, and flip-flops. Quietly
looking in the den, she saw that her Dad was sleeping, with his head turned
towards the cushions. Oh, so carefully, so as not to wake him, she untied the
straps and headed towards the kitchen for some breakfast. "Hi Mom." Her mother
was at the stove, making pancakes.

"Hi, dear. I followed your advice last night, and slept like a baby. I think
you've inspired Hannah, as well. She's out for a run." Just then, Mike quietly
came in the kitchen. "Morning, dear. How'd you sleep?" There was a subtle
mocking tone to her voice, and he decided not to answer. He shuffled over to
the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. When he turned around,

"Where'd you get the black eye, Dad? I know I didn't give it to you." Barbara
looked over at her Mom, who went about her business of making the pancakes,
and said nothing. But Barbara could see a slight, satisfied smile cross her
lips. Just then, Hannah popped in the back door, all covered up, and very
sweaty. She bounced over to where her Dad was sitting and kissed him on the
cheek.

"Ready for our big wrestling match today, Daddypoo? I'm gonna kick your ass."

"Watch your mouth young lady, and no I'm not going to wrestle you. This is
ridiculous."

Barbara spoke up. "Dad, you made some kind of lame excuse about how I
surprised you last night, but you know the opposite is true. So, would you
rather fight me, or Hannah." Mike angrily got up from the table and stormed
out of the kitchen. "Don't worry Hannah, he'll be there." A little while
later, he came back into the kitchen. He was somewhat cleaned up.

"I'm going to church and pray to the lord that he sets you all straight that a
woman's place is to obey her husband, or her father, or whatever. Anyone going
with me?"

"No," they said in unison. Then he left.

"He'd better pray for God to save his sorry ass," said Hannah. They all burst
out laughing.

It was early afternoon. Mike had eaten by himself in the den, trying to avoid
the women in the house. Young Kim, the eleven year old in the family didn't
know what had transpired the previous night, but she could tell that something
was up. Barbara went into the den to do some persuading. A little while later,
Mike and Barbara came out the back door, Mike slightly in the lead with
Barbara slightly behind him and to the side. Upon close inspection, his arms
were behind him, and she was holding both of his wrists with one hand. She was
cupping her mouth with the other, calling out to her Mom. "Meet us out by the
pond, Mom." Mary caught up with them, along with Kim when they were almost
there.

"Oh, Mike, glad to see you've agreed to this."

"Agreed to what, Mom?" asked Kimmie, "and Barbara, how can you hold his hands
like that.?" Then she saw Barbara's arms. "Wow, sis, when did you get all
those muscles and get so strong?"

"During track season."

"What's going on?.....Mom?...Sis?"

"You'll see." When they got to the big lawn by the pond, Hannah was there
doing some tumbling. She was bouncing around like crazy. Seeing them
approaching, Hannah went into a series of backflips, culminating with her
flying upwards, twisting and punching a bag that was hanging from a tree that,
until she hit it, no one noticed it hanging there. She came bouncing back to
where they were standing. Bouncing is the best word to describe Hannah's
movements, she had so much over the top energy.

"You ready to get messed up, old man?" Mike did not seem at all scared. After
all, this was a fourteen year old girl. Yes, she was a tomboy, but she was
still a girl, and fourteen, and he was bigger than her.

"I'm not worried about you little girl. It's just that this is not right.
We'll have to touch each other. God wouldn't want a father and a daughter to
be touching body's in a way that's necessary for wrestling."

"Listen, Dad, you wrestle Hannah here, or I'm just going to put you in a bear
hug right now. I knocked the wind out of you last night with a backwards one
and no leverage. Standing here behind you right now, I'm pretty sure I could
break a few ribs. So, what's it gonna be, Hannah or me."

"Okay, Okay, Okay." Kimmy couldn't believe what was going on. But she was
enjoying it. She also knew that her father was an asshole, and she was liking
this new dynamic. Barbara walked around in front of her father and smiled at
him. Then she grabbed the front of his t-shirt at the neck and in one swift
move, ripped it off his scrawny upper body. He stood there, his arm's tan and
the rest of his body all white. They call it a farmer's tan. Hannah laughed,
then grabbed her own long sleeve t-shirt and ripped it down the front.
Underneath she had on a cutoff tanktop exposing her hard midriff. Everybody's
jaws dropped. Hannah was a slightly smaller version of Barbara.

"I've been hiding too. You and Mom saw my legs and glutes last night. Do you
think my upper body matches the rest of me?..... My kind of special training
program is called "gymnastics"." She then dropped her sweatpants and stood
there with a pair of running shorts on, rolled down a couple of times at the
waist to reveal her "devil's horns" definition where the lower abs meet the
leg insertions. If anything, her trunk looked more powerful than Barbara's.
Her dark tan contrasted with her Dad's pasty pallor. She looked absolutely
formidable. "Five feet, three inches, one-hundred and thirty pounds of muscle.
Get ready to get fucked up, Daddy."

"Watch your mouth young lady, and for your information, I wrestled some in
High School."

Hannah laughed out loud. "That was about a hundred years ago."

"I still know how and I'm about to teach you a lesson in manners and respect
for authority, male authority."

They came at each other and locked up, facing each other, grabbing each
other's arms and shoulders and heads. Mike's hands and arms were on the inside
and around the back of her neck and head. Hannah's arms were around the
outside of his. He was definitely gaining the advantage due to these arm
positions combined with his 4 inch height advantage. They jostled around for a
little while, then, bit by bit Mike's arms started to straighten and then they
started to move upwards. Hannah was forcing his arms and shoulders in and up
with nothing but raw power. Her upper body seemed to grow and Mike's seemed to
be getting smaller. A yelp of pain tried to escape his lips, but he stifled
it. His shoulders were indeed getting crushed inward with tremendous strength.

Barbara and Mary, along with Kimmie watched with fascination, but only Barbara
was truly aware of what was happening. Then, Mike and Hannah's upper bodies
started to twist back and forth, seemingly each trying to get an advantage,
but it was obvious to Barbara that Hannah was doing all of this. "Jeeze, what
power," thought Barbara, "She might be almost as strong as me." The jerking,
first left, then right became more and more vigorous, twisting farther and
farther to each side. Suddenly, Mike's feet left the ground and it became
obvious to everyone at once that Hannah was swinging her Dad around like he
was a ragdoll. A few more swings and she let go, flinging him several feet
before he hit the ground and rolled for a few more.

Hannah took a couple of strutting steps towards her Mom and sisters and gave
them a big grin and a wink. Then she turned back towards her Dad, who was
gamely getting to his feet. As he straightened himself and turned back towards
Hannah, she took two quick steps and launched herself at him, full force,
flattening him to the ground. She scooted slightly to the side, slid one arm
under the back of his neck, and the other under his legs. With another burst
of brute strength, she squished him into the tightest cradle hold imaginable,
his knees right up against his chest, and rolled him back onto his shoulders
for a pin.

"I think she's wrestled before, Barbara. What do you think?"

"I think she has. I also think she's not a little stronger than him, she's a
lot stronger than him." Just then, Hannah sat up, bringing her poor Dad's body
along.

"I thought I had you pinned, but you just powered right out of it," she
mocked. They all watched in awe as Hannah got one foot planted beneath her
butt, then the other, then she stood up, rather sprung up, and twisted,
flinging her Dad across the yard again. This time he was slow to get up.
Hannah walked around him, smiling and laughing. "I told you I was gonna fuck
you up but good Daddypoo, and I seem to be doing it, with ease. So much for
respect for male authority." When he was on his hands and knees, she stopped
by his head. Hannah reached down and wrapped her arms around his chest and
with a great heave, flung him up and over, till he came to rest upside down on
one of her shoulders, his head hanging down in front of her and the rest of
his body hanging down the back.

Hannah squeezed hard on his chest while jumping up and down a few times,
causing great pain in his back, making him scream loudly. Then she twisted
again and let go, one more time throwing his body several feet. She just stood
there, her magnificent, powerful body glistening with sweat, every muscle in
her upper body pumped. Her Dad lay in a crumpled mess at her feet. "Mom, she's
slaughtering him. Maybe we should stop this before she really hurts him. He
can't even defend himself."

"Come on Barb, don't be a spoilsport. I haven't even used my legs yet."

"Yeah, Barbara, he's always acting like the big, tough man. Let's see how
tough he is." Hannah went into a handstand and did a handstand walk all the
way around his prone body. He still wasn't moving. Bouncing back to her feet,
she stood, trying to decide what to do next. "I'll give him a few more seconds
to recoup." She looked over at the bag hanging from the tree. That was the
first time that Barbara noticed that it was hanging about eight feet off the
ground. Hannah went into another series of tumbles towards the bag, landing
near the bag on her feet from a twisting no hands cartwheel, jumped and hit
the bag so hard, she broke the strap that was holding it, sending it sailing
away.

"Mom," whispered Barbara, "That was amazing. I think my little sister might be
in the Tamara realm of athleticism. I think she was setting me up for this
demonstration last night when she sadi she wanted to be as strong as me. I
might be stronger than her, but not by much, and considering that I outweigh
her by twenty pounds, I'd say pound for pound she's got me beat. She's a much
better athlete than me and a better wrestler. Actually, though, after the
first few minutes, she really didn't do much real wrestling, she just
overpowered him." By this point Hannah had come back to where they were
standing. "You're unbelievable, Hannah. Awesome. Way beyond what I was at your
age. Actually beyond what I was just three months ago."

"Thanks. Okay, I've decided what I'm gonna do next." Mike had gotten to his
knees, and was trying to get his bearings. He was about five feet from where
they were standing, facing them. Hannah had her back to him, still looking in
the direction of her Mom and sisters. She crouched slightly with her arms
down, and suddenly exploded upwards, jumping at least three and a half feet
up, throwing her arms upwards and backwards, then arching her back. She went
into a half backflip and smacked into Mike, upside down, slamming him down
onto his back and landing on top of him. She arched her back as she pushed up
on her arms, her triceps exploding and the veins across her biceps and
shoulders pulsing with power. She smiled at her Mom and her sisters. "Pretty
cool, huh. I could put him in a head scissors now, but that's soooo
pedestrian. Watch this." She raised her hips up and then slammed her hard
torso down on his soft one. She got off him and turned him on his stomach,
stretching his arms out over his head. Standing over him, facing the same way,
and snaked her powerful legs around his scrawny ones and replanting her feet
on the ground. At this point his legs were already painfully twisted.

She leaned forward and placed her hands up onto his wrists, Bending her knees
then jumping, she blasted off, throwing her body over her head and landing in
a complete upside down bridge with the poor man's totally outclassed body also
arched backwards. He was on top of her, his back against her rock hard abs and
she was supporting his entire weight along with her own. His hands were locked
and his legs were locked, and he didn't have gymnasts flexibility. He was
screaming at the top of his lungs. "Mom, we have to stop her. She's so much
stronger than him and doesn't know when to stop. Dad would have been better
off against me. I would have shown some mercy by now."

Hannah was laughing uncontrollably at this point. Barbara went over and with a
lot of effort, finally extricated her poor Dad from Hannah's unbelievable
hold. Hannah lay on the ground laughing while Barbara scooped her Dad up and
ran towards the house, full speed, as if he weighed nothing, painfully aware
that this had gone too far. Mary followed, marveling that Barbara could run
faster than she could, while carrying Mike. Kimmie stayed behind with Hannah.
Hannah was once again on her feet, tumbling around, doing back flips and
cartwheels and handsprings. She seemed to have expended no effort beating the
hell out of her Dad, fucking him up as she liked to say.

"Hannah, that was amazing. You are so fucking strong. How'd you get like
that?"

"Mostly from gymnastics. I climb trees and do rock climbing and wrestle around
with Billie. But mostly it's from all the gymnastics stuff. Did you see how
muscular Barbara has gotten. She lifted Dad over her head last night. I don't
think I can do that yet. But, ya know what? I was stronger than her before
track season started this year, I think gymnastics builds strength more than
running and throwing a discus. Then she got in with these three girls who
helped her with special training. In about three or four months she got a more
muscles and a lot stronger, passing me, but not by a lot. Now she's gonna
teach us what she learned from those girls and she's gonna train us."

"Me too?"

"Yeah, and Mom also. Not that I want to compete with Barbara, I like competing
against boys. But if I was stronger than her before that special training and
then I do it for a few months, I could pass her again. God, I'll be sooo
fucking strong."

"I wanna be strong like you too."

"Barbara said that you starting to train just as you're hitting puberty is
like perfect timing for the best gains."

"I'm gonna fuck up Dad someday too. That'll be sooo kewl."