Barbara Trains her Family
by Musclehead


Barbara and Mary put Mike on his bed. He was moaning loudly, so at least they
knew he was alive. Hannah had really messed him up. It was hard to believe
that a fourteen year old girl could so devastatingly destroy a grown man who
was bigger than her, but Hannah had proven that she was no average girl. She
was inordinately strong and an extraordinary athlete, coordinated, flexible
agile, quick, and as mentioned, frighteningly strong. She also had a
competitive streak combined with a rebelliousness that her older sister didn't
possess.

Mike was pretty well beaten up, but nothing too serious. He had bruises and
welts all over his body, and his back hurt, but he didn't have any broken
bones and, thank goodness, no concussion. The way that Hannah flung him across
the ground caused his body to spread out and land sort of flat each time she
threw him, so he never hit his head. Mary put a cold compress across his
forehead and sat down on the bed next to him. After a little while, Mike
opened his eye and saw Barbara standing at the foot of his bed with a worried
look on her face, and Mary seated next to him.

"What happened?"

"You ran into "Hurricane Hannah?"

"Dad, I had no idea that she was that strong, and such a formidable fighter.
Had I known, I wouldn't have pushed you to fight her."

"The lord would not be pleased to see a young girl acting like that."

"Dad, you better cool it with that self righteous shit. At least two of the
women in this house can kick your ass without even working up a sweat. You've
held us back for years. Now the floodgates are open and, quite frankly, our
lives, and yours, are never going to be the same again. Plus, you're total
hypocrisy, getting an erection last night, gives you absolutely no credibility
anymore. Now get some sleep.

Hannah and Kimmie came into the kitchen, full of piss and vinegar. Barbara and
Mary were getting ready to go to the mall to buy some workout equipment. "You
really messed him up, Hannah. And I think you were just teasing me last night
when you said that you wanted to be as strong as me."

"Sorry. I wanted it to be a surprise. I think you are still stronger than me,
but not by a lot."

"You also seemed to really want to hurt him. What's up with that? If you've
known for a couple of years that you were stronger than him,?why today? Why so
violent? You could have shown him at any point that you were stronger and done
away with his crap a while ago."

"Yeah, I knew. But I didn't think Mom would like it if her little girl was
terrorizing her husband. So I just kept doing my gymnastics and stuff and kept
my body hidden. Plus, look at how pigheaded he is. As soon as we stripped down
today anyone with half a brain could see that he didn't look very strong and I
think we can all agree that I did. After you broke the ice last night and Mom
didn't seem too upset, I decided that my time had come. Plus, Mom, don't get
upset for me saying this, being that I'm only fourteen, but I have a really
hot body. I know it and you all know it. I'm sick of hiding it from everyone
except Billie."

"Oh, my," sighed Mary. "Have you and Billie had sex?"

"No, Mom, I promise. But we wrestle around, and when we do, I usually wear
about what I was wearing today, or sometimes a bikini that I had to get a
friend to buy for me." Hannah looked over at Barbara and could tell what she
was thinking. "Yes, Barb, I win every time. But I don't beat him up like I did
with Dad. Since I quit the gymnastics team around the same time I discovered
that I was stronger than Dad, Billie's the only one who knows how strong I am.
I've kept practicing my tumbling and stuff down by the pond, and now I really
want to start training with you, Barb." She paused for a minute. "You know, I
wouldn't even armwrestle during lunch at school, because I was afraid it would
get back to that old fuck. Billy could beat every other guy in our grade and I
could beat him, his strong arm against my weak one, pretty easily, so it's
logical that I could pretty much beat any of 'em.

"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't realize how much you had to hold stifle your
abilities because of your father. Well, those times are over?.. I didn't know
you'd quit the gymnastics team. Why did you?

"Well, two reasons. First, I love gymnastics and what it's done for my body
and my strength and athletic ability. But I wasn't too thrilled about all the
regimentation and stuff. The other thing was that I was starting to mature a
little ahead of the other girls and even though he never did anything
improper, sometimes the coach weirded me out the way he looked at me.

"I'm sorry about that also, not even knowing what was going on with you and
gymnastics, just like I didn't keep up with Barbara' track."

"Well, Dad was always working you so hard. It's not your fault."

"Anyway, I'm so sorry?..Look, Barbara and I are going to the mall to get some
weights and stuff. Can I trust you to stay here and not hurt him anymore?"

"Yeah, I'm done with him. And we'll make sure he's alright. After all, he's
still our father."

"Can I go with you guys?"

"Sure, Kimmie. Actually,?Barb, will we have enough room for the stuff if she
comes?"

"We'll probably have to get it delivered. So there's not a problem with Kimmie
coming along."

Mary took one more look at Hannah. "Mom, I promise, I'm not going to hurt him
anymore. I think I've proven my point. If he gives me a hard time anymore he
knows that I will fuck him up good, and there's nothing he'll be able to do to
stop me. I promise, I'll take good care of him while you're gone."

After they left for the mall, Hannah went into the den where there was a
section of wall with no pictures or anything on it. She placed her hands on
the floor and went into a handstand, not touching the wall, but having it
there for re-assurance for balancing if needed. She then proceeded to crank
out 50 or so handstand pushups, actually never having to use the wall. The
pushups worked the shoulders and arms, the balancing serving to give her core
great workout. When she was finished, she was soaked in sweat, as the late
spring day had gotten into the high eighties. She looked in the mirror.
"Good," she thought to herself. "Every detail of my awesome body pumped as can
be."

She went up to her father's room and quietly went in. He was asleep. His shirt
was still of and his scrawny torso and pasty white skin were in marked
contrast to her dark tan and thick, powerful body. She stood at the foot of
his bed and called his name. As he awoke, he saw her standing at the foot of
his bed. Seeing her standing there, he froze with fear as she crawled up the
bed strattling his body and holding herself over him like she was doing a
plank, one arm on either side of him. "Look at my arms Daddypoo. My forearms
are bigger than your upper arms, and my upper arms are nothing short of
awesome. Look down at my body suspended above you and down to those legs.
Those legs could break your back. You are no match for me. Don't you ever fuck
with me again."

"Why did you beat me so badly?"

"You've been holding all of us back with your reactionary ways for years.
That's over. But, I've come to realize that someone with my physical gifts is
one in a million, and I wonder how much farther along I'd be now if it wasn't
for you. Plus, I have a temper to go with my rebelliousness and Barb doesn't.

That said, she jumped off him. As she was leaving, she said over her shoulder,
"Bet you thought I was gonna beat you up again. I promised Mom I won't, but I
should say, that's only if you're a good boy,?..at all times." Then she
sauntered out of the room as he watched that symphony of muscles move with
each step.

The next morning the girls went to work clearing the large room at the back of
the upstairs. "The delivery guys will be here around eleven," said Barbara. If
it's the same guys I saw yesterday, loading the truck at the Sporting Goods
store, they're really cute."

"Maybe we should dress up for them, Barb, or should I say, dress down?"

"Hannah, you are so bad?..Let's do it."

Right on time at eleven o'clock, a box van pulled up in front of the house.
Mary came out, with Kimmie tagging along. They were the cute guys from the day
before. As one of them opened the back door, Barbara and Hannah came out to
help. They were both wearing very low cut, very short denim cut-offs and
tanktops tied under they're breasts. They both had sports bras on underneath,
they didn't want to be too over the top, especially Hannah. Though it was her
idea, and she was a wild one, she was somehow aware in the back of her mind,
that she was only fourteen. She wanted to come across as a formidable athlete,
not a slut. If she caused a few boners as she went, she wanted it to be
because any guy was taken by her muscles.

The delivery guys had taken a dumbbell rack up the stairs and while they were
working on the cable apparatus that allows for pulldowns, chins, rows, etc.,
Barbara and Hannah were taking pairs of dumbbells up to the second floor,
starting with the small ones and working their way up. Kimmie and Mary were
helping too. Kimmie was bringing up plates that weighed five or ten lbs. , but
Mary was capable of carrying some heavier weight. After all, she could move
bales of hay. The delivery guys were having a hard time concentrating with all
these beautiful muscles around, but they did their job. When they stopped to
rest, they sat in the weight room, as the girls were now calling it, and
watched the girls for a few minutes.

They were stunned to see Hannah walk in with 2-50 lb. dumbbells, her legs
pumped from the effort. Then Barb came in with 2-65 pounders. "Are these for
your brothers or your Dad?" asked one of the guys.

"No, they're for us." He was astounded. "Well, you can see that we both have
muscles. Our Mom too." The Hannah noticed that the cable apparatus was set up.
It had a chinning bar attached. "Kewl" squealed Hannah. She went over and
jumped up, grabbing the bar, no small feat considering her short stature, then
she moved her hands farther apart. The guys watched with their jaws hanging
open as Hannah cranked out fifteen quick wide grip reps. Then she let go with
one hand and did a few single arm pull-ups, switched hands and did a few more.
At this point, everyone's mouth was hanging open. Hannah's Dad had quietly
appeared at the door unnoticed and gulped as he saw this latest feat of
strength. He slipped back to his room without anyone having seen him.

Hannah dropped back to the floor. "Okay, breaks over, let's finish up."

As they were heading back down the stairs, Barbara whispered top her mother,
"That was unbelievable, Mom, I don't think I could do that." A little while
later, they were almost done. There was one thing left to take up, an
adjustable bench. Mark, the guys that seemed in charge, grabbed it while
Hannah, Kimmie and Mary went into the kitchen, inviting the other guy, Al, for
some lemonade. Barbara was up in the weight room arranging things when Mark
came in with the bench.

"You girls are amazing, your mother too."

"Thanks. Hannah has been doing gymnastics since she was four. She doesn't
compete anymore, but she still practices, along with lots of swimming and tree
climbing and rock climbing, well, just about anything physical. She's a
regular tomboy."

"There's nothing regular about her. What about you?"

"I did track. I train with weights for track. I took second place in the state
meet on Saturday in the discus. Mom does all the farmwork. We help, but she
does most of it."

"What about your Dad?"

"That's been a sore subject. He says that he's the manager of the farm, so he
doesn't do much. But that's all about to change."

"I'm still amazed. Who's gonna use these 85 lb. dumbbells and the even bigger
ones? I can barely manage them."

"Set the bench up for presses." Mark got it ready. "Okay, Mark, let's see you
press them." He took off his shirt which would have confined his movements.
"Oh, nice. I see you work out too." Mark proceeded to bang out six reps. He
set them down on either side of the bench. "My turn," cooed Barbara. "Will you
spot for me?"

"Sure." Barbara got one rep up, but needed his hands gently helping her on a
second. "Wow, you are the strongest girl I ever met. I know Al couldn't do
that. Sometimes I wish they'd give me another helper for these deliveries. He
tries but he slows things down sometimes."

"Well, I'm looking for a summer job."

"That would be so cool, a buff chic delivering weight equipment. I bet the
boss will go for it. He's pretty cool."

"What about poor Al? It's not as if he's not trying?.. I've got an idea. We
need a farmhand. That'll help him get stronger, too."

"That'd be great if we can work out the details. I think he'd rather work
outdoors anyway." As they headed down to the kitchen to join the others, Mark
asked, "Barbara, would you like to,?..ya know, go you and see a movie or
something."

"Yeah, I'd like that. Friday?"

"Sure."

"Can we, or rather I should say, can you talk to your boss?'

"When I get back. I'll talk to Al on the drive back to the store." Al thought
the idea was great. Like Mark thought, he'd much rather work outside then
deliver exercise equipment. Most of the time they were delivering stuff to
overweight, middle age people who were going to use the stuff for about a
month, Making a delivery to a couple of hot, athletic babes like today, had
never happened before, and probably wouldn't happen again. Plus, Al was really
smitten by Hannah, having no idea that she was only fourteen. The thought of
being around her all summer long was too good to be true. Just as Mark
thought, his boss loved the idea. Barbara would start on Saturday, the day of
their date.

Mike was none too happy about hiring someone when he thought he could just
have his family do the work. Barbara spent a few minutes alone with him in the
den and when she came out, she announced that Al would start on Monday.

On Saturday morning Barbara showed up at her new job right on time. Mary had
to drop her off since she and the other two girls were going away for the
weekend to visit relatives. It had been pre-arranged that Mark would give her
a ride home. Given that they were going to the movies that night, it seemed
convenient enough, though Barbara was a little worried that after spending a
day together, what if they didn't hit it off. She needn't have worried. Before
the end of the day, it was obvious that they liked each other very much.
Toward the end of their first day working together, they made a delivery of a
Solopump machine and some weights to a large home in an exclusive
neighborhood. The owner of the home, Bill Prescott, was one of those arrogant
alpha male types who obviously spent too much time behind a desk. His wife was
actually pretty fit for a middle aged woman. It turned out she was a runner.
Mr. Prescott was as disrespectful to his wife as he was to the delivery
people. When Barbara and the wife had a few minutes alone together, Barbara
encouraged her to use the machine in addition to her husband, pointing out
that weight training was the very best way to ward off the aging process.

At one point, the jerk made a disparaging comment about the store having a
girl help deliver heavy exercise equipment. Barbara was somewhat irked, but
kept her cool. "Well, sir, I'm just thankful that the store gave me an
opportunity to do my small part to help out of shape people."

"How dare you, young lady. I could put you in your place at the drop of a hat.
Why don't we armwrestle and we'll see who's out of shape." Barbara went over
to the table and put her arm down. He was quite a bit bigger than her, so they
found a phone book to put under her elbow.

Barbara looked over at the housewife and winked. "Would you start us Mrs.
Prescott?"

She said go and Mr. Prescott instantly had Barbara's arm half way down. A few
more seconds and he pressed his advantage a couple more inches. Barbara looked
over at Mrs. Prescott, smiled, then in about two seconds, went from having her
hand almost down to slamming Mr. Prescott's hand to the table with authority.
Embarrassed, he immediately started making excuses. "Well, it's all technique
from what I've heard. You must have practiced this a lot."

Barbara held his hand to the table and looked over at Mrs. Prescott. "I've
never armwrestled before, but I do train with weights, and I'm way stronger
than your husband. A couple of months of training and you won't have to put up
with his bullying anymore. Call me at the store any time you might want some
tips."

"Will I get all those nice female curves that you have. After all, I am
forty-eight years old."

"It's never too late. You're already a runner so you don't have a lot of fat
to deal with, and every muscle you build will enhance your figure." She let go
of Mr. Prescott's hand and he quickly left the room, quite embarrassed. "I
hope I don't get in trouble for that. This was my first day on the job."

"Don't worry, he won't say anything. He's too much of a chauvinist to ever let
anyone else know that a high school girl was stronger than him. You are still
in High School, aren't you?"

"I graduate next week."

"Can I see your muscles?" Barbara looked over at Mark. He nodded his approval.
She took off her khaki shirt. Underneath, she had a tanktop on. "Wow, you look
awesome. I wish I had started when I was in High School." Mrs. Prescott came
over and put her hands around Barbara's upper arm. "Amazing. I have veins like
this too, but they don't go over big, round biceps like this. I'd need to get
a boob job to have a chest like yours. I assume they're real. Not to many high
school girls can afford that."

"Some of the rich girls. We're not rich. We're farmers. Look, give me a call,
I'll help you."

"I'll pay you handsomely."

"My first personnel training job. In three months I'll make you strong enough
that you can make your husband pay for that boob job. I'll bet he'll stop
working out after just a month. Plus, I've learned some techniques and
nutrition tips that'll put you way ahead of him, even if he still keeps going
with his workouts. I just started training my mom."

"I get tired of my husband's shit sometimes. I'd love to be able to put him in
his place." Barbara gave Mrs. Prescott her cell phone number.

On the way back to the store, Barbara and Mark engaged in lively conversation.
It was becoming obvious that in addition to being physically attracted to each
other, their personalities meshed as well. Mark had no hang-ups about strong
women and he thought it was really cool how easily Barbara had beaten Mr.
Prescott. He also thought round, firm muscles on a girl were the most
attractive thing there could be.

Mark always kept a change of clothes in his locker at work, and Barbara
suggested that he could shower at the farm, then they could go for dinner and
a movie. She really wanted to invite him to shower with her, but she didn't
want to seem too forward, so she went first, then he went. She looked around
for her Dad, who hadn't gone away for the weekend. You can never leave a farm
completely without someone there. She figured that he was out and about
somewhere. She was a little worried about him. He was still pretty sore and
bruised from his encounter with Hannah only five days before. While Mark
showered, Barbara reached her Dad on his cell phone. He was okay. She told him
that she was going to a movie. He wanted to know with whom, but he knew that
the rules had changed, and he dare not ask.

Barbara was thinking that things were just getting better and better. After
the movie, when Mark brought Barbara back to the farm, she invited him in.
Mark was starting to think that things were getting better also, then Mike
encountered them at the front door. Mark figured it was time to leave. Then?.
"Dad, Mark and I are going up to our new exercise room. I suggest you go to
bed and rest. Don't bother us. Got it?" Mike quietly, sheepishly, turned and
went to his room which was on the second floor on the other side of the house
from the third floor exercise room. Mark was amazed. When they got to the
room, Mark put his arms around her waist and kissed her. She returned the
favor, then she playfully pulled away.

"Mark, do you find me attractive, actually I want to know,? do you find me
hot, with these muscles?"

"I have a confession to make. Promise you won't make fun of me?" She promised.
"Well, when you beat that jerk in arm-wrestling, and so easily, I got an
erection." Barbara crossed the room, to the other side of the large area where
the mats were. She then slowly removed her pants, then her blouse and stood
there in her thong and lacy bra, with the bad lighting reflecting off her in
such a way to bring out all the superb detail in that magnificent body.

"Are you getting an erection now?......How come you have some much more
clothing on than I do?" Mark quickly stripped down to his underpants,
tidy-whiteys. He started to come towards her. "Wait?..I hope you don't find
what I'm going to suggest to be kinky."

"No more than me getting hard watching you beat some asshole in armwrestling."

"It's called wrestle fucking." He smiled. She went on, "We wrestle and then we
have sex, the winner determining the way."

"I'm guessing you weigh about a hundred and forty. I'm a hundred and seventy.
I've already proven I'm stronger than you."

"Well, I'm a hundred and fifty-five. Muscle weighs more than usual. But,
before we start." She went over and set the bench at an incline, then grabbed
the eighty-five lb. dumbbells and went to the bench. She cranked out six reps,
looked over at Mark who was staring with a mixture of awe and lust. She did
one more. "Inclines are harder than flat presses, as you know." She paused for
a second. "Still think you're stronger?"

"Well, I'm still bigger."

"Then come and get me, big boy."

They circled and locked up. Mark's larger size did prove to be an advantage.
Soon he had her on her back, grabbed one leg and put her in a half cradle.
"One, two, three." He got up on his knees. "Is that a front hooked bra?" She
nodded her affirmation. Mark unhooked her bra as she pulled his shorts off.
Her beautiful boobs defied gravity pointing straight up towards the ceiling..
His dick sprang to life. Barbara's eyes widened. "Bigger than Sam" was her
immediate thought. He sat down on her stomach. She had no problem supporting
his weight with her well-trained abs. Barbara closed her eyes and prepared for
Mark to inch his way up and stick his huge member in her mouth, after all he
had won. But instead, she felt a tongue, oh so slowly, oh so perfectly, lick a
nipple which immediately responded by becoming as erect and hard as his dick.

He made his way down, kissing and licking her hard abs. Between gasps, Barbara
managed to utter, "But you won."

"And this is what I chose." Minutes later, he pulled her thong aside and was
using his lips on her vagina. Barbara was thinking that Mark had done this
before, and that he must be one in a million to put her pleasure first,
especially considering the rules of their match. Soon he showed Barbara a new
way to please her.. His tongue was buried as far in her pussy as possible and
he was using his lips to stimulate her clit. Barbara was trying to hold back,
but it was becoming more and more difficult. Then, Mark added a new dimension,
sucking. Barbara arched her back and throwing her head back, screamed as she
came. She wrapped her legs around Mark's head as he continued and she
continued. Barbara started to roll to one side, then the other taking a
surprised Mark along for the ride while he gamely tried to keep licking and
sucking but she was really squeezing hard now and he was having a hard time
breathing.

Moments later, only seconds after finishing an orgasm that lasted almost two
minutes, Mark found himself on his back, with Barbara sitting on his face. She
jumped to her feet and tore her thong completely off. She was writhing and
growling like some kind of animal, clearly in a different state of mind than
she was ten minutes ago. As Mark sat up, she pounced. Within seconds she was
on his face again, but this time facing his feet. She grabbed at his legs and
pulled them up, planting his raging hardon between her hard breasts. As she
bounced up and down on his face, the movements made his dick move the same way
between those magnificent boobs. They came strong and long, Mark splattering
her abs with his sperm.

"Want to get even more kinky?"

"I don't think this is kinky. We're just getting off on each other's
physicality. What did?" He didn't get to finish his sentence. Barbara stood
and grabbed his hand and yanked him to his feet. She led him over to the
incline bench and pushed him down on it.

"I want you to do some presses while I suck you off. What poundage do you
want?"

"I'm starting to get a little tired from our wrestle fucking so far. Better
give me some seventy-fives. I feel another load working up already,? because
you've got me so turned on." Barbara went over and grabbed the seventy-five
lb. dumbbells. She picked them up like they weighed nothing and came back to
the bench, still panting with arousal. Mark started doing some reps, but
instead of going down on him, Barbara just stood at the end of the bench,
fondling herself, moving her hands up and down her magnificent torso, up and
down her arms, down her legs and into her crotch. Suddenly, Mark erupted. She
hadn't touched him. He had two dumbbells extended at arm's length.

"Yes," she screamed, "I did it. I made you cum without touching you. I have
just joined the goddess club." Mark dropped the weights as he finished his
astounding orgasm. Downstairs Mike was really starting to wonder what was
going on. He had heard the first scream, the loud yell of "Yes" and a crashing
sound. He knew he shouldn't interfere, but he was still a loving father, so he
went to investigate. He opened the door and found Mark reclining on the bench
and his daughter standing over him, naked with something glistening all over
her abs.

"Are you all right?"

"Never better. We're having sex. Now, go back to your room and fantasize about
what's going on up here, and don't bother us again."

As soon as Mike put his tail between his legs and closed the door behind him,
Barbara jumped on Mark and impaled her dripping pussy into his still hard
member. She moaned really loud, as if to tease her Dad one more time. Then she
fucked Mark so hard he was afraid that the bench would break. Mark's energy
was waning at this point but Barbara's seemed to be increasing. After they
finished the latest round of fucking, Barbara was kissing Mark all over his
face and neck. "Where do you get so much energy?"

"First off I'm in great shape, in case you haven't noticed."

"Me too, in case you haven't noticed, but I'm having a hard time keeping up
with you."

"Some, though not all of us have this thing going that we call 'Tamara
Syndrome' after my friend, Tamara, obviously, who first experienced it. We
find that our strength arouses us, then our arousal makes us stronger, which
further arouses us, making us still stronger, and on and on. I'll tell you
about her, and my other friends later. Right now I want you to suck on my
tits." She pulled his head down and he licked her nipples 'till she came
again. As she climaxed, Mark could feel her pussy muscles tightening around
his cock like a vice. She released just before it started to hurt.

Jumping up off him with a loud sucking pop, Barbara grabbed his hand, and
pulled him to his feet once again. "You rest up for later." He could see the
look in her eyes becoming even more animalistic. He sat on the mats and leaned
back on his arms. Barbara went over to the dumbbell rack and grabbed the
ninety pounders and went back to the bench. Leaning back, she started cranking
them out when she got to twenty-three, she paused then managed eight more slow
ones before dropping them loudly on the floor. Barbara lay back, breathing
heavily, this time from exertion. In less than a minute her breathing returned
to normal. She picked up the dumbbells and did another 14 before failing.

Being someone who worked out five times a week, Mark knew how amazing what he
had just seen was. Especially for a hundred and fifty-five pound girl who
hadn't even graduated high school yet. She glanced over and saw the awestruck
look on Mark's face. Smiling, she slowly got up. "You should see Tamara, what
she can do."

"I don't want to see Tamara. I don't want to see anyone but you."

"Oh, Mark, you're so great. I'm so lucky." She took one step and leaped,
landing on top of him. "Like the saying goes, if this is wrestle fucking, I
should have you in a wrestling hold. She flattened him to the floor and
grapevine his legs and spreading them to the sides. Mark was very flexible, so
it didn't faze him. She was really getting into this great guy and she didn't
want to hurt him. She leaped forward, bringing his legs along and landed with
her pussy on his face. He immediately went to work bringing her to delicious
orgasm one last time. Finally exhausted, Barbara lay down next to Mark, who
had been worn out for a while, and they both fell into blissful sleep.

The first day at their cousin's house was uneventful for Hannah and Kimmie.
Mary caught up with her sister and brother-in-law, who was a decent enough
fellow, but kind of quiet. It was a rainy day, which is not much fun when
you're at the beach and want to be out playing in the hot sun. The girl's
cousins, twin boys, a year and a half older than Hannah, were at some Scout
event and wouldn't be back till Sunday morning, which it now was. The girls
hadn't seen their cousins in two years. "Boy are they in for a surprise when
they see you in a bathing suit," Kimmie said to Hannah.

Tommy and Bobby were good looking boys who had just turned sixteen a couple of
weeks before. They were both athletic and strong and did lots of activities.
Living at the beach, and the lifestyle that goes with it is conducive to good
health and fitness. The boys arrived home to the usual stuff. "My how you've
grown. What handsome young men." The usual stuff, just like what Hannah and
Kimmie had gone through the day before with their aunt and uncle.

The kids didn't interact in that way. They just said hi, looked each other
over and that was about it. 'Let's go to the beach," said Tommy. They had a
dune buggy, so they left the parents behind and headed down to the beach.
Hannah couldn't wait to strip down for them. She had a pretty tiny bikini on
underneath her shorts and long sleeve shirt. Not a thong, but they would get a
real good look at an extraordinary body. She thought they were hot, but they
were cousins. She saw them more as someone to compete with. They had a great
time, running around, bodysurfing, playing Frisbee. As athletic as the boys
were, it was obvious that Hannah was working at another level. Kimmie, though
at that pre-pubescent state, clearly was made of the same genes as Hannah and
in a couple of years people would probably be describing her as formidable,
also. She kept up all day, at least with her cousins.

Late in the day, Hannah and Kimmie went off to use the restrooms. One their
way back to the beach, they could see that there was trouble up ahead. Tommy
was on the ground, his face all bloody and some big guy, maybe 5'10" and 180
lbs, was in the process of beating the crap out of Bobby. When the bully saw
Hannah running towards them at full speed, he gave Bobby one last shot,
knocking him to the ground and turning to face Hannah. "Well, what have we
here, Ha, ha." Hannah got about five or six feet away and leaped at him,
lifting her knee and catching him full on, right on his chin. Down he went
with her right on top of his neck.

She jumped up and let the guy get to his feet. Why, Tommy and Bobby couldn't
understand. He had just beaten the crap out of them, why give him a chance
when she had stunned him with her first move. The guy got to his feet and came
at Hannah, reaching out to grab her. She ducked under his arms, and punched
him in the stomach so hard, that she knocked the breath out of him. Then she
clocked him on his chin. As he straightened up from the chin shot, she jumped
and wrapped her legs around his already hurting midsection and squeezed tight,
while locking up his arms by doing what could only be called an arm grapevine,
going over, then back under then over again.

At this point, the boys noticed that even though he was 7 inches taller and
they guessed at least 70 lbs. heavier, her arms were bigger around than his,
and certainly more defined and hard. After snaking her arms around his, and
putting her hands on his chin, she exploded forward with those powerful arms.
This caused her arms to straighten, and at the same time, caused his obviously
weaker ones to bend awkwardly and painfully, while she forced his head back
with her hands, putting quite a strain on his neck. Once this hold was
secured, she really put the pressure on with her short powerful legs.

A few seconds of this torture and the bully went down, his legs giving out on
him. She let go of her holds and reversed her position, sitting down on his
face and securing his arms under the back of her knees. Then she grabbed his
legs and pulled back, arching her back and folding him in half. He couldn't
breathe with her sitting directly on his mouth and nose and he struggled
furiously, but she was too strong for him. In less than a minute he passed
out. She immediately got off the unconscious jerk and went to tend to her
cousins. "You are so awesome," squealed Kimmie, jumping up and down and
clapping. Tommy and Bobby were speechless.

When they got home, "Tommy, Bobby, what happened? Oh, my babies."

"That guy that lives down the road, Cal."

"That does it," said their Dad, "I'm going to put a stop to this right now."

As Tommy and Bobby's Mom got some warm, wet washcloths to clean them up, Bobby
continued, "You don't have to take care of anything, Dad. Hannah's already
done that." Everyone looked over at Hannah. Sally (Mary's sister) and Joe
(brother in law) hadn't noticed Hannah in her bathing suit until now, all
their attention having been on Bobby and Tommy and their bloody faces. "She
beat the crap out of that asshole, had him knocked out in less than a minute."
Mary beamed with pride. Kimmie jumped in.

"You should have seen her, Mom. That jerk didn't have a chance."

"Where did you get all those muscles, dear," asked Sally.

"Gymnastics."

"Cal,s a big guy. Probably 180 lbs. What are you, maybe 110?"

"Actually, about 130. I'm all muscle, which is denser and heavier than most
people's bodies."

"Well," said Joe, we can see that you're all muscle."

"That's a tiny little bikini, Hannah. I thought you father was real strict and
wouldn't let you get a suit like that."

"Well, Aunt Sally, I had to have a friend get it for me. But that was before
last weekend."

"What happened last weekend?"

"Mom, didn't you tell her?.... Aren't you proud of me,Mom?"

"Of course I am?.. Sally, Joe?.. Hannah and her Dad had a little wrestling
match last Sunday. She won."

"That's it, Mom?" chimed in Kimmie. "She destroyed him. He had no chance. She
pretty much did whatever she wanted, threw him around like he was a rag-doll.
She was awesome, just like she was today."

"So, you wrestle, too," Joe asked Hannah.

"My boyfriend and I wrestle around."

"And do you beat him?" asked Joe. Hannah just looked at Joe with those
piercing green eyes that can burn a hole in a person. "I guess you do."

"What happened between her and Mike?" asked Sally.

"Actually, Mike and Barbara had a confrontation. You should see Barbara. A
bigger version of Hannah . I don't think she's as rebellious or competitive as
Hannah, but Mike's continued oppressiveness came to a head and Barbara had to
show him her physical superiority. That opened the door for Hannah, who for
some reason I don't yet understand, seemed to have a lot more anger in her
than Barbara does towards Mike. Barbara wanted to liberate herself from his
yoke, but Hannah wanted to really hurt him, and she did.

"But he's a grown man, and quite a bit bigger than her."

"Well, Kimmie's description was pretty accurate. Not that I've seen a lot of
really strong people, but Hannah's strength is frightening. Barbara thinks
she's almost as strong as her, and Barbara weighs about twenty-five pounds
more."

"She handled Cal pretty easily," said Bobby.

"Yeah, he never knew what hit him," added Tommy. "Say, Hannah, do you think
you could beat our Dad? He works out a lot and he's pretty buff." Joe looked
over at Hannah while everyone looked over at Joe.

"I don't want to fight you, Uncle Joe. I beat the shit out of Dad because he's
been holding all of us back from our true potential all these years, Mom
included. I've known that I was stronger than him for a couple of years now.
After I saw Barbara pick him up over her head and then throw him halfway
across the room, and Mom didn't seem to mind, there was my opening. He's a
self-righteous hypocrite, and he deserved the beatings he got from both Barb
and myself. And that Cal guy was beating up my cousins here."

"What about your boyfriend?" asked Bobby.

"We're too young to have sex, and when we wrestle, at least we can be touching
each other's bodies. And we like the competition. We wrestle collegiate style.
Not like I did with Dad or that Cal asshole. So, Uncle Joe here is a cool guy.
I have no reason to fight him."

"What about an armwrestle?"

"Why don't I armwrestle you, Bobby."

"I saw what you did to Cal and your arms were bigger and stronger than his. No
thanks."

"Don't you think you can beat my Dad?"

"What's the point?"

"Aw, come on."

Uncle Joe piped in "Hannah, let's just do it, or these guys'll bug you all
night."

"Ohhhh, okay."

"They sat at a table, across the corner and put a book under Hannah's elbow.
They locked up and looked each other in the eye. Uncle Joe could tell that
Hannah had a fierce concentration, and he could feel her strong grip and see
the amazing detail in her arm. Little Hannah's upper arms were the same size
as her six foot 190 lb. uncle. Someone said go. They both got a good start,
and neither moved. After 30 seconds, neither moved. After two minutes, Joe's
arm was shaking but Hannah's wasn't. Slowly, Hannah's arm descended to the
table and Joe had won. He looked into those green eyes and Hannah gave him a
wink. "Good job, Uncle Joe. You're really strong."

They sat for a moment, and the boys went to change while Mary and Sally went
to make dinner and Kimmie tagged along. When they were alone, Uncle Joe asked,
"You let me win, didn't you?"

"I didn't want to embarrass you. You're my favorite uncle and like I said
before, you're a cool guy??Look, I'm naturally strong, genetics, from Mom, and
I've done gymnastics for years, which is by far the sport that requires the
most strength, at least pound for pound. But also, I got this weird thing
going, when I get really worked up in competition I seem to get even stronger.
If the guy's a jerk, like Cal, or my Dad, that when my strength becomes truly
scary. I'm going to get out of this swim suit, it's all sandy and
uncomfortable.

As Hannah walked away from the table towards the bathroom, her muscular ass
wiggling in her tiny suit, her shoulders appearing twice as wide as her hips
from behind, her arms as big as his, her legs the equal of the rest of her,
Joe marveled at how someone so relatively small and so young could be so
powerful. He would have been really shocked to hear that she hadn't yet
started training with weights yet.

The following Monday, Barbara had started her new job, Mary and the girls were
back from the beach and Mike was starting Al out as a hand on the farm. He
didn't want to train Al, he didn't want him to be working there, but Barbara
made it clear that he should do what she said.

So, this would be the first day of training, all four of them at once. That
didn't work out too well, so Barbara decided that maybe she would train Mary
and Kimmie without working out herself, just teaching those two. Then she
would do her workouts with Hannah. Those two were close in strength, so that
made sense. Mary and Kimmie both took to the training quickly. Mary had a lot
of natural strength from working the farm and Kimmie had always been a tomboy
like her sister. Mary wanted her muscles to have a more rounded look, Kimmie
just wanted to get as strong as possible. She figured if she got strong, she'd
get those beautiful, round, curvy sexy muscles like her two sisters.

When Hannah and Barbara had their first workout together, Barbara decided to
test Hannah's strength with the weights right away so she could gauge
progress. She fully expected Hannah to heft some impressive weights right from
the start. She set up the incline bench and handed Hannah two sixty lb.
weights. She handled them pretty well, doing ten reps, which is very
impressive for a person her size not yet in high school. They moved up to
sixty-fives. She did okay. While she was resting, Barbara did a set with
eighty pounders. "You want to try seventies?"

"No, I want to try eighties." She couldn't do any, even with Barbara spotting
her.

"Rest a minute, then we'll try again. You're doing great. This is your first
time," Barbara encouraged. " Do you know how to spot? You just keep you hand
just below my elbows, just like I did with you. Don't do anything unless I
falter." While Hannah rested, Barbara did a set with 95 lb. dumbbells.

"Sis, I have a ways to go before I can get to your level of strength. You are
so awesome."

"Well, don't forget that I'm bigger. I still don't think I could do what you
did to Dad. You were so amazing, when you just squeezed his shoulders together
with brute strength, and that last move. I wished I had had a camera."

"Barbara, when I get into a competitive situation with a guy, a fire gets lit
inside of me, especially if the guy is a jerk. It feels like I get stronger
and stronger as I go on. Like, for instance, with Billie, I'm a lot stronger
than him to start, but as we fight, I feel my strength levels going up as well
as my energy, while he's getting tired. In the end, it's no competition. But
with someone like Dad, it seems like my strength levels become otherworldly.
It's weird."

"What about when you're competing with girls?"

"It's no fun competing with girls. First of all, none of them can compete with
me, even other gymnasts. You're the first girl I've met who's stronger than
me."

"I have several friends who are stronger than me."

"I want to meet them someday. Anyway, I don't feel like I'm competing with
you. You're my new role model and you're obviously stronger than me, which
gives me something to work towards." Hannah paused for a moment. "Ya know,
Sis, before you met those girls this spring, I knew I was stronger than you. I
just think that that's what gymnastics does to a person."

"But you said you were even stronger than all the other gymnasts."

"True, but most of them only weigh about a hundred and ten lbs. at most. Plus,
I think that Mom gave us some great genes. Now, you've shown me that weight
training, done the right way, can rival what gymnastics does, and you've
surged ahead of me. But, watch out. Now that I'm going to be doing the
weights, I might get ahead of you again."

"I thought you said you weren't competitive with girls."

"Not in the same way as with guys. If I get stronger, it'll be because I'm
getting stronger, not because I'm going into some sort of state that amps up
my strength, like with a guy, or even more with an asshole guy?? Okay, I'm
rested. I'd like to try one more time with those eighty lb. dumbbells." She
did one, but Barbara helped. She seemed somewhat disappointed.

"Don't get down on yourself, Hannah. There are grown men out there who
couldn't get the eighties off the floor after years of training. You're
fourteen years old, a hundred and thirty lbs. and you handled the weights very
well for your first day of training."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement, Sis." But she didn't seem convinced.
Maybe it was because she was so used to being overwhelming, that she didn't
see what she had done as a success, although anyone else would be astounded by
her efforts.