All in the Family by Musclehead "Man, Bill, your sister is looking really good. What a body." "I guess. She's been exercising, for a couple years now. She says the people with the best bodies are the ones that exercise the most." "What does she do? Yoga? Pilates?" He grunted a laugh, pleased with himself that he thought he had mocked the whole notion of exercise. "No, she lifts weights, among other things." "A girl lifting weights? That's stupid." "You just said her body looked great." "What I could see of it." Frank had walked past Celeste's room on his way back from the toilet. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt and tight jeans. But he could see that she had a great shape, with nice size tits, and a firm round ass. "So, what's your point, Frank? Are you interested in my sister?" "Well, she has a great body. I'm sure she'd be a great fuck." "Like you're some kind of expert on great fucks. Ha." "Well, anyway, as hot as she is, she wouldn't be interested in me. I'm sure she's out of my league." "You'd be surprised. She's pretty down to earth." A few days later, Frank accidentally on purpose walked into her room. "Oh, sorry. Got confused." "Bill's room is two more down on the right." Frank just kind of stood there for a moment, checking her out. She was wearing the same outfit. Celeste had short red hair in a sort of page boy and piercing blue eyes. "Did you want something else, Frank?" "Well, it's been a couple of years since I've seen you ... .." "And?" "Well, you look really great. I mean, your body, your figure ... ... ..Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so forward." "That's okay. Without sounding conceited, I'm very proud of my body. I've worked really hard to get this physique." "Physique?" "Yeah, what you called my figure." "Bill, says you exercise a lot. He said you lift weights. Isn't that weird for a girl?" "Not at all. That's why I'm so curvy. Everything is firm and rounded as it should be. No sagging anywhere." "Well, I guess it's a good idea, 'cause you look really good." "You should see me in a bikini." "I'd like that." She could see that she was turning him on a little. "Well, too bad it's winter. Maybe in a few months. Maybe I'll be even better by then." She came over to him, getting so close that her breasts brushed against him. Frank was almost shaking. Then he noticed that they were eye to eye. Sensing his surprise, Celeste whispered in a sexy voice, "Yup, I'm five eight, just like you." She reached out and stroked his crotch. Frank was pretty well hung. In an even lower voice, "Maybe we could fuck sometime." Frank tried to hide it, but there was no getting away from the fact that he had just shuddered as she teased him. A minute later, an embarrassed Frank managed, "Well, I gotta go." As he was leaving Celeste suggested that they exercise together sometime. "Exercising makes for more attractive bodies and much better fucking." Surprised at her bluntness, he managed to utter, "Where?" You mean the exercising, or the fucking?" She laughed at his discomfort. "Our basement. Maybe for both. We have an area set up. Everyone uses it, except Bill and Dad. Even our Mom works out. And she looks great too." "Well, I don't know what I'm doing." "I'll help you. It'll be fun." A week later, Celeste and Frank went down to their basement for his first workout. She was still wearing that same long sleeve polo shirt, must have been her favorite, he thought. But she had on terry cloth gym shorts that hugged her ass beautifully and he could see the outline of some tiny panties underneath. Even as inexperienced as he was with exercising and with people that worked out, he could tell that her shapely legs were pretty muscular and certainly bigger around than his. "Let's start with some pushups." He knew how to do pushups so they got down on the mats next to each other. For someone who hadn't worked out, he didn't do too badly, managing twenty before his arms gave out. After she finished her forty, she congratulated him. "Rest a minute then we'll do another set." Frank did fifteen and then looked over as Celeste showed off with a few clapping pushups at the end. Celeste didn't want to push Frank too hard this first time as she knew he'd be sore the next couple of days and she didn't want to discourage him. So they did some crunches and stuff like that. "Weights next time, big boy." A few days later, "Are you still sore?" "No, it's going away, but that first next day was pretty rough." "Are you sure you want to move to the weights? You'll be even more sore tomorrow. But, just so you know, if you want to light a fire under me, well, I like weights better. Once again, a hand gently stroked a crotch. "Weights it is. I'll get used to the soreness." "You'll come to love the soreness. And if you want to keep up with me, you'll have to hit the weights." "What do you mean?" "You'll see. Okay, let's start with some biceps curls." She handed him two fifteen pounders. "Turn your wrist outward as you get to the top. It's called supination. Your biceps muscle not only brings your arm up, but it also is the muscle that turns the wrist." "Wow, you really know a lot." "I want you to concentrate really hard on turning that wrist and squeezing at the top." Frank did as he was told, focusing to the point where he wasn't watching as Celeste also did a set, so he didn't see how much weight she was using, but her dumbbells certainly made a somewhat louder sound as she re-racked them. "I think I could do more, Celeste. These felt pretty light." "Okay, try these." She handed him a couple of twenty-fives. He managed about four reps with each arm. "Maybe twenties will be good for now." "How much do you do?" She didn't want to reveal too much too soon, so she just said she did more, but she had been at it a while. Frank thought it must be an experience thing, not a strength thing. He was about to be rudely awakened. They moved on to the bench next. "You're doing very well, Frank." Sliding a twenty five pound weight on each end of the Olympic bar, Celeste explained, "The bar weighs forty-five pounds without the collars, so this is ninety-five pounds." "That doesn't seem like a lot. I mean, I weigh one forty-five. Shouldn't I be able to bench my bodyweight?" Celeste smiled to herself, not so much because of his naive notion about how much he should be able to bench first time out, but also because now she knew that she weighed about ten pounds more than him. "Well, let's see how you do with this weight. I'll spot you." He managed two reps before his arms started shaking and she had to help him with the last one. As he got up, somewhat embarrassed, "I guess I was wrong." "That's okay. Don't be embarrassed. We'll just do that one set for today. I guarantee you, that last rep, well, you'll feel it tomorrow. Let's do some light shoulder work. Ya gotta watch out for shoulders. They can get hurt easily." Just then, the door opened and a smaller version of Celeste walked into the room. "Is there room enough for me? Who's this?" "This is Frank, Bill's friend. He's started working out with me." Unlike Celeste, thirteen year old Amy's eyes were bright green to go with her red hair, also cut short. Very bluntly, "So, Frank, are you hoping to fuck my older sister?" Taken aback, he said nothing, just stood there with his mouth open. "That's okay. Everyone wants to, and when I'm old enough everyone will want to do me also. You done on the bench?" "Yeah, Sis. Go ahead." Little Amy, all five-foot-two of her was a gymnast, and she looked pretty much like her older sister except her breasts hadn't filled out completely, but she was still plenty curvy. After stretching a little, she took off her sweatshirt and Frank could see immediately that she was a little powerhouse in her shorts and tank top. Her arms certainly were fuller than his and he was rather suddenly feeling somewhat inferior. And then it got worse. She slid under the bar and banged out fifteen reps like it was nothing. Amy was rather immature, and whereas Celeste liked to tease and seduce, Amy liked to intimidate. So, set completed, she sauntered over to Frank, getting very close. "How many did you do, skinny boy?" As she talked, Celeste changed the weights. "Let's see, you look like you weight about a hundred and forty or forty-five pounds and I'll be you only did one or two reps. Believe it or not, I weigh a hundred and twenty, all muscle." Turning back to the bench, she walked slow back to it, getting as much action out of her muscular little butt as she could, knowing he was staring at it. Celeste had taken off the twenty-fives and put two forty-fivers and two tens on and then she added the collars, explaining, "The collars add another ten pounds, so this is one-hundred and sixty-five pounds. By the way, little Amy here is one of those freaks who actually did bench her bodyweight the first time she tried it." Amy slid under the bar and cranked out ten smooth reps. After she did a second set, she got back in Frank's surprised face. "I guess I'm quite a bit stronger than you, don't you think?" While she went about her little intimidation routine, actually flexing a strong little arm in his face, telling him that she could curl thirty pounders forever it seemed, Frank could hear the clanking of plates being added over at the bench. And then he watched in amazement and with a bit of fright as Celeste benched two-hundred and twenty-five pounds about five or six times. Frank, I guess it suddenly dawned on you that my great curvy body is really strong. Exercise has many benefits. Oh, by the way, even though we're the same height, I outweigh you by ten pounds. We're sort of a mis-match, wouldn't you say?" Finally getting his voice, "Were you leading me on, about having sex and all, just so you could humiliate me?" "Oh, no. You have that nice big cock ad I love sex, so don't worry about that. As to the humiliation, that's what Amy is here for. So here's the deal. If you want to have sex with me, you have to wrestle Amy." He looked over as the little powerhouse stripped down to a bikini that she had under her clothes and then stood there rubbing her hands together in eager anticipation. Needless to say, Amy kicked his ass. It was already established that she was quite a bit stronger than him, but she had all those physical skills that only gymnasts have, coordination, flexibility, stamina, not to mention that she was very aggressive and her strength was downright explosive, just like when you see those little bodies blast off a vaulting horse and fly up into the air, twisting like a whirling dervish. After she totally humiliated Frank, she sat on his chest and explained how when she and Celeste wrestled, Celeste could handle her with little effort. "Good luck surviving sex with her, buster." And suddenly she was gone. Gathering himself, Frank sort of half sat up, propping himself on one elbow as Celeste slowly, seductively pulled off those terrycloth shorts, and then pulled her long sleeve shirt over her head. She was also wearing a bikini, although much more revealing than Amy's age appropriate one. She didn't look like a bodybuilder or anything, more like one of those voluptuous Brazilian chicks with full curvy bodyparts, but leaving no doubt that this was one strong body, as if her benching demonstration hadn't already proved that. Frank was about to find out that sex with a woman like Celeste would be every bit as painful, exhausting and humiliating as if they had been wrestling, but would still be an incredible turn on, even as he was being sexually dominated. Celeste simply overpowered him, manipulating him into positions that left him completely unable to move anything except his tongue. She crushed his face into her beautiful tits as she rubbed her pussy against his very erect bad boy. She twisted his legs, stretching them beyond what they were used to as she fucked him so hard he thought she'd break bones. She fucked him standing up, slamming him against the wall as she held his arms out to the sides. It was a sexual tour de force, the type of encounter that Frank had never imagined could happen between a man and a woman, the woman more powerful and so much in control, dominating the action and bending him to her sexual will. The next day Frank was more sore than he had ever been in his life, his dick included. But it was also the greatest sexual experience he had ever had. It seemed like he came as many times as she did, even as she was doing anything she wanted with him for her own gratification. He was afraid to go back, but was drawn to her like a moth to flame. He waited about four or five days, until he was physically recovered. Celeste acted like it was no big deal. This was the way she had sex, and she always chose guys who were about the same size as she was because she liked overpowering her sex partners. So, they worked out, and now that the cat was out of the bag as far as Celeste being stronger than Frank, and now that he had seen her hot body with little on, today she wore those same terry cloth shorts, but rolled them down, exposing more of her core, a core not super defined or anything, but clearly very firm and very strong. Celeste's top was a torn, tight tank top. She looked very hot and Frank seemed somewhat inspired having such a beautiful body working out so close to him with so little on. His strength levels seemed to go up quite a bit. But, so did hers. He actually did ten curls with each arm with twenty-five pounders, and he swallowed hard as he watched her work with forty-fives. Celeste didn't do any benching on this day, but she did pull-ups with a forty-five pound weight dangling between her strong shapely legs. After they were done, it was her turn to be shaking like a leaf. Frank could tell by the glazed look in her eye that Celeste was indeed even more turned on than last time, if that was possible. And even though she quipped that she had worked out so hard and her energy levels might be used up enough to give him a chance to be the assertive one, such was not the case. Celeste was like an animal in heat, overwhelming poor Frank even more than before. And though he once again had an unbelievable experience, he feared for his physical wellbeing. A part of him felt like that old phrase "be careful what you wish for" might apply here, and another part of him was thrilled beyond belief. He was pretty sure she was just using him for his big dick. After all, she forced him to eat her out many times during both encounters, but his dick never got near her lips. Plus, he thought he'd be fucking her, but it was clear that she was the one doing the fucking. Still ... ... ... . As soon as he recovered, he was back for more. But on this day, Celeste had something different in mind. They had just finished warming up, stretching, etc. the sound of the door opening caught Frank's attention. He was afraid that it was maybe Amy coming to humiliate him some more. "Frank, you remember my Mom." "Hello, Mrs. Miller. How are you?" "Fine. You don't mind if I work out with you, do you?" "Remember, Frank, I told you my Mom uses the exercise room also?" "Yeah, I do." "You know, she's forty-two now, but she's got the body of a twenty year old. Actually a twenty year old elite athlete." Frank had been looking at Celeste as she talked and when he looked back at Mrs. Miller, his jaw dropped. She had on the smallest tightest shorts you could imagine, even smaller than Celeste was wearing and same as Celeste, a tight wife beater. Her breasts weren't as big as Celeste's, but her pecs were deeper, so those nice firm puppies still pushed the ribbed fabric to its limits, and it rode up on her powerful torso, revealing abs that were much more pronounced than Celeste's. "Frank, my mom weighs the same as me, but she's more jacked than I am and she's two inches shorter, which means she has more muscle. She's strong as shit, stronger than me, as you are about to find out." "Come on, Frank, let's wrestle." "No, I'm not gonna do this." As Celeste stepped in front of the only way out, "Yes you are." Mrs. Miller was fast, relentless and merciless. The beating she put on Frank was worse than what Amy had done, far worse. She simply toyed with him, at times letting him get an advantage and just when he thought he had her, she'd swing into action and within seconds have him twisted into all sorts of painful positions, at times tying his legs up with his own arms, snaking limbs here and there and then holding the whole tight package together sometimes with one hand due to the complexity of the hold and her frightening strength advantage. She would taunt him, saying how pathetic is was that a twenty year old man couldn't beat someone old enough to be his mother. When Frank no longer had enough energy to offer any resistance, Mrs. Miller sat on his chest, just like Amy had done. "Frank, I know that Celeste has never sucked your dick. Has anyone else." He shook his head no. "Well, maybe you're in for a treat. I want you to know that Celeste has said she won't do it until you can bench one seventy-five. That's not as strong as she is, but right now she's like, twice as strong as you and even though she likes you, you're only here to satisfy her with your tongue and so she can use your big dick for her gratification." Mrs. Miller stood up and stripped off what little clothes she had on before ripping his off. As she tore his shirt, it forced him into a sitting position. Looking around, he realized that sometime during his beating, Celeste had left. A second later, a knee to his chest knocked him onto his back once again followed by her pussy slamming down on his face. It happened so quickly he couldn't tell at first which way she was facing until she pushed down on him and he could eventually figure out that she was facing his feet. "Even though his ears were mostly covered by her thick, muscular inner thighs, he faintly heard her order him to start licking. And then, ... .the most awesome feeling of moist lips touching the end of his giant cock followed by a tongue swirling over the tip and then her mouth expertly engulfing more and more of his thick shaft. It was such an amazing feeling that he understood instantly why it was something every man wanted. And then, just as he was about to explode, a strong hand stopped him dead as she bounced up and down on his face. Then it started again, always with the same results. Over and over again, the only difference being that Mrs. Miller's own orgasms seemed to be getting more and more intense as she held him back time after time. Suddenly, she leaped off his face and, staying facing the same way, held onto his boner long enough to shove it into her tight pussy. Then, leaning back, she grabbed his wrists and pounded up and down on him with reckless abandon as he shot a huge load into her. He passed out and she moved back to his face, sliding back and forth on his nose for one more intense orgasm. When Frank woke up there was a hand written note lying on his chest. "Don't come back until you can bench one-seventy-five, curl forty pound dumbbells and do seventy-five pushups.