Hardscape  pt.3  
by Musclehead



To say that the last month or so of Bill's life had not played out the way he
had expected would be an understatement. It had started with him hiring a well
respected landscaper to do extensive work on his backyard area around his
large pool. The big surprise came when Frank's work crew turned out to be four
of his grandchildren, two of whom were young women with the physical strength
that had proven to be more than enough to do the hard work of moving and
laying heavy stone and block.

But that simple description didn't do the girls justice. Both girls had pound
for pound, such immense strength that few people could match. The older one,
Angela was clearly stronger than her younger sister, Terry, but she was a lot
bigger, at a hundred and seventy pounds of feminine muscle to Terry's hard,
curvy one forty. Both girls were stunning, with pretty faces to go with their
hot, powerful bodies, bodies that neither of them minded showing off, wearing
pretty skimpy clothes once the weather had warmed.

Bill had developed a bond with Angela both physical and mental, but also
spiritual. Both were cerebral, philosophical people, well read, versed in the
arts, and their sexual connection was the best both had ever felt for another.
Angela was hot and sexy, and any guy would consider himself very lucky to
couple up with her, even those who pretended that they weren't attracted to
strong, muscular women, even those who were intimidated by that type of
female.

But then there was Terry, the fly in the ointment. Her hotness, her
overwhelming sexuality made Angela seem like a nun by comparison. Her sexual
arsenal was incomparable, a body at once so powerful, so tight, so female that
it was beyond what most could have imagined. Angela had that kind of physical
perfection also, but whereas her body bespoke 'strength and power', Terry's
screamed 'sex, sex, sex'. And she knew how to use that body to do some amazing
sexual gymnastics. But that was just part of it. She had thick, red hair and
green eyes that could burn a hole in you. If she caught your gaze, you would
find yourself frozen, almost hypnotized by a sexuality that was conveyed
through those eyes, a sexuality that was at once so enticing, yet so scary.

And therein lay Bill's dilemma. He had a bond with Angela, not quite yet love,
it was too soon for that, but certainly a bond strong enough that he didn't
want anything to jeopardize their relationship. Even though Angela had
reassured him that she understood Terry's irresistible powers, and that Terry
could be relentless if she wanted something, Bill was trying his best to
resist.

He had also borne witness to the wildness of Terry's sexual encounters, having
seen her breaking a door off its hinges with a much bigger guy in
mid-copulation. Were they coupled up when they crashed through that door,
sending splinters flying everywhere? Did it matter? By the time she was done
with the guy, he was barely conscious. She still needed more stimulation, and
he needed a paramedic. That same night, when Angela made it clear in no
uncertain terms that Terry was not welcome to join her and Bill, Terry went
out and found another guy, who wound up in the same pitiful condition as the
first, after a couple of hours of what could only be called "power-fucking"
with this incomparable sexual athlete.

As stated, the sex that Bill and Angela had had was, for both, the best of
their lives, but, due to Angela's immense strength, they always opted for
their encounters to be carefully orchestrated so that Bill wouldn't get
accidentally hurt in the process. And having seen Terry's way first hand, so
different, so out of control, he couldn't get it out of his mind what it might
be like, even as he was doing everything in his power to avoid it. Plus, the
chances were even greater that he might get hurt in a sexual encounter with
Terry. Indeed, every time he saw her, his mind involuntarily pondered the very
idea, the very existence of such a wild sexual animal, and to make it worse,
all she had to do was catch his eye, and she knew instantly what he was
thinking about. Sometimes, it was all he could do to muster the power to look
away. At times her sexual power was so strong that he would not be able to
control the goings on down below and he would ejaculate in his pants. And she
would just laugh and walk away.

Angela tried to make sure that he was never alone with her younger sister. But
Terry still managed to exert her power, often, as described, with just a
glance. There were times when Bill felt like whatever she did was just to get
a rise out of him. One day, about a month and a half into the job, Bill
decided to treat everyone to lunch at a really good local deli. Some macho
guy, about Bill's size, saw Angela walk in with her sleeveless shirt and
immediately started making stupid comments about her arms, eventually
challenging her to some arm-wrestling. After Angela politely declined, Terry
stepped out from behind her to accept the challenge, evidently previously
unseen by the bigmouth.

"Well, well, a pint sized musclegirl. I'm a lot bigger than you. Run off
little girly."

"You are quite the chickenshit now, aren't you? What, did you figure if you
lost to a really big chick like my sister here, which, by the way, you would
have, that it wouldn't be real embarrassing. But if you lost to me, which, by
the way, you would, well that wouldn't look so good. Macho assholes like you
make me sick. You probably have a tiny little cock to go with your big mouth."
Boy, Terry really knew how to push buttons, and she was absolutely fearless.

"You're on, little missy." There were those little, chair-less tables in the
back of the deli, perfect for a stand up match, though he had to lean a little
and she had to reach up some, giving him a leverage advantage. They got ready.
Just before someone said go, Terry looked over at Bill. And then, ... ..she
not only put the guy's arm down so fast that it was a blur, but it was done
with such explosive force that she snapped the bones of the forearm, right
where it hit at the edge of the table. As the guy started screaming in agony,
Terry winked at Bill, turned heel and went to pick up the sandwich she had
ordered. Bill was sickened at the sight of the guy's bones sticking out
through his skin, but he really couldn't blame Terry. It was just an
arm-wrestling contest. What was she supposed to do, hold back? The guy had a
big mouth, he was in over his head, though he didn't know it, and he needed to
be taught a lesson.

Still, Bill couldn't get it out of his mind that this young women had such
power. He thought that maybe she was catching up to Angela in strength, or at
least, because of her competitive nature, she was able to harness her
formidable power to a greater degree than her more reserved sister. The rest
of the day, every time Bill picked up a block and watched his own arms strain
under the load, a vision of that guy's mangled foreman flashed through his
mind. His own strength had improved so much over the last month and a half
that he was now carrying a block in each hand. That guy in that bodybuilding
magazine was so right, "if you want to get really strong, get a fuckin' job".
He was please that he had come so far, and he had no illusion about comparing
his strength to Angela's, but he had entertained the thought from time to time
that he might be getting closer to Terry. After all, he outweighed her by
fifty plus pounds, and at this point he was way stronger than the average
person.

While he was lost in thought, he wasn't really paying attention to the goings
on around him. As he stood up with a pair of those eighty-eight pounders and
turned to walk to his destination, there was Terry, right in front of him,
blocking his path. She also had a block in each hand, her arms looking
fabulous under the strain, veins covering her round biceps and forearms, her
triceps exploding into detailed horseshoes. She looked up into his surprised
face and smiled that smile that conveyed such amazing self confidence. Then
she slowly lifted those blocks out to the sides, the strain evident in her
body, but not her face. This was such an extraordinary feat of strength that
Bill knew instantly, he had a long way to go to catch up to her.

As her arms finally got straight out from her shoulders, Bill also noticed
that her nipples had grown as her muscles had strained. Terry's formidable
strength turned her on as much as it aroused Bill. They both came
spontaneously, Bill dropping his blocks as he ejaculated in his shorts, Terry
standing like a statue while she finished her eruption. She lowered the blocks
to her sides as she whispered to Bill in a sultry voice, "Mental strength is
as important as physical strength. You're not there yet, in either area."

"How did she know I was thinking about comparing our strength?" he thought to
himself. Where's my guardian Angela when I need her? He looked around and saw
Frank and Angela in the distance, probably going over some other aspect of
this large project. He glanced over at the Bob and Sam to see if they had
noticed the goings on. They were busy working. He looked back at Terry.

"I told the guys that if they even glanced over that I would beat the crap out
of them ... .That's what you were wondering, weren't you?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I admire how hard you have worked. I've seen the progress you've made. You're
getting stronger ever day. You have a great body and I'm very attracted to
you." She smiled. He smiled. Then she laughed.

"No, that's not really it. I do it because I can. Also, I know that you have a
big cock. I like big cocks. And I have always had a strong sibling rivalry
with my sister. She was always bigger and stronger than me, so I go with my
strengths, which is that I'm way hotter than her. And you know it. I love the
sexual power I have over you and every other man just by my mere presence. I
get off on knowing that you go into your house every day after work wondering
what it would be like having sex with me. Every man does, lots of women too.
Just so you know, in case you haven't guessed, it would be awesome, something
you would be telling your grandsons about in your old age, it would still be
so fresh and vivid in your mind. I just ooze sexuality, don't I? I want to get
inside your head so much that when you're having that gentle yoga crap with my
sister, someone who's way hotter than most women, that you're thinking of me,
the only person who's way hotter than my hot sister." She stopped talking for
a second and watched his reaction some more. Then, suddenly, she laughed out
loud. "You already do think about me when you're with her. HaHaHa. Mission
accomplished."

She turned and walked away, every muscle in her back, shoulders and the back
of her arms dancing as she carried the blocks to the wall, that perfect round
muscular ass just amazing, even more so than Angela's. When she got to the
wall, she hefted them up, one arm, one block, as easily as Angela had. She
turned and looked at him once more, pleased with herself that she had just
caught him in mid-meltdown again, only a minute or two after the previous one.
Now that's sexual power.

Terry went back to her work just before Angela and Frank came back. Bill
quickly took his water bottle and poured it on his face and down his front,
pretending that he was cooling himself off on a hot day, but was really trying
to hide the cum stains on his shorts. Frank came up to Bill to discuss
something that seemed like some sort of problem. "Bill, we have a small issue
to resolve. We got a delivery coming tomorrow, much earlier than usual. Can
you meet them? Angela and I have to be at another job site."

"I can't. I have an appointment with my lawyer tomorrow morning. What about
Bob and Sam?"

"Those idiots can't be left unsupervised. I hate to say that about my own
grandsons, but that's the way it is. I guess that leaves Terry." He turned in
her direction raising his voice so she could hear him. "Terry, can you be here
early tomorrow to meet a delivery truck?" he yelled as he walked over towards
her so he could hear her answer better.

She waited for him to get over to where she was, knowing of his hearing loss
then spoke in a normal voice, "Sure, Grandpa, anything for you. I was just
going to go home after work and work out, then call it an early night. What
time do you want me here?" She went up on her toes and gave her grandfather an
affectionate kiss on his cheek.

"About seven." Bill strained to hear, but couldn't make it out. The day was
just about over when Angela came over to see how Bill was doing. "Baby, I was
watching you today. You're getting stronger every day. It makes me horny just
to watch you."

"It makes me horny to look at you any time."

"Yeah, me too, but watching your muscles straining, so much buffer than they
were a mere month ago is so impressive." Angela was acting sexier than usual,
somewhat out of character for her. Was she experiencing some sort of sibling
rivalry also? Did she feel that she needed to act that way to keep his
attention? "Can I stay, baby."

"Sure, Angela, I'd love that, but I also need to get a good night's sleep.
Like I said, I have to see my lawyer tomorrow and I need to be sharp." They
decided to do yoga out on the partly finished patio, in the dark with a fire
in the fire pit, very romantic, then they had sex in the pool. Their sexual
encounters were getting livlier, due to Bill's improved strength and fitness,
but it still would have been considered tame by Terry's standards, very tame.
After they were done, they decided that Angela would go home to sleep. Bill
turned in almost as soon as she left, exhausted, from work, from the yoga and
the physical coupling with Angela, but also mentally, from the mind games that
Terry continued to play with him. And he had to admit it to himself that while
he was having somewhat subdued intercourse with Angela, he was thinking about
animalistic passion with Terry.

When Angela got home, as soon as she got into the living room, she could tell
that Terry had not done what she had told Grandpa she was going to do. She
wasn't in her room. The noises were coming from the workout room. Peeking in
the door, she found Terry, sitting on some guys face, humping away like there
was no tomorrow. His arms were tucked under her bent legs right about at the
knees, and there were a pair of hands sticking out the front, from the
opposite direction, under her muscular thighs, from the guy who was lying on
his back behind her, his face buried in her round, firm ass. She had her eyes
closed and her back arched, her face towards the ceiling as she fondled her
perfect breasts, pinching her erect nipples.

Both guys were about her size, both pretty muscular, but, at the moment,
rendered completely helpless. Their dicks were sticking straight up in the
air, and as their powerful opponent reached her climax, actually her fifth or
sixth, they shot their loads into the air with no manual stimulation, just
once again, hapless men overcome through the awesome physical strength and
amazing sexuality of this goddess.

When she stopped, or at least slowed down for a few seconds, Angela finally
got her attention. "I thought you were going to work out?"

"I did. Tonight's workout was wrestling. These guys are both on the local
Junior college team. Since I couldn't find a really big guy to give me some
competition, I had to find two guys of my own size. I should have found
three." She giggled like a little girl. " As you can see they were no
challenge whatsoever. But they do have talented tongues. I'll have to figure
out where to put that third tongue after I slaughter three of them next time."
She got up and walked up to her sister, getting so close that her swollen
nipples brushed against Angela's bare midriff, causing Angela to let out an
involuntary gasp and moan. "My, my. I seem to be getting so hot I'm even
affecting my own sister."

She turned and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower, Sis.
When these guys wake up, please show them out." When she got to the bathroom
door she turned around, facing her sister, who was still flush with arousal.
"Now that I even have my own sister under my sexual control, you should know
that if you want to keep the edge in the strength department, you better step
up your workouts. I've taken mine up a notch or three, and I am getting so
fucking strong that if you're not careful, I'm going to catch up to you, or
even pass you, in spite of your size advantage." Terry put her hands on either
side of the door frame and started to push out to the sides. Even doing
something like this seemed like something sexual when Terry was the one doing
it. In a few seconds, they heard a loud crack. She dropped her arms to her
sides and watched her sister convulse uncontrollably. Another person sexually
conquered, another doorframe to fix.

Terry stared as her sister wobbled then fell to her knees, sticking her finger
deep into her own pussy to bring herself off once more at her older sister's
expense and humiliation. Though she knew that she was closing the gap day by
day in the pure physical strength department, she knew that she hadn't got
there yet. But at the moment, Terry felt all powerful and in total control of
the situation. She slowly walked over to her big sister, never dropping her
hypnotic stare. Taking the back of Angela's head she pulled it towards her
over-stimulated, saliva covered, labia, shoving her face in it. Angela did not
resist. "Tonight you are mine, big sister," she thought to herself as Angela
buried her tongue deeply into little sister's pussy, reaching around and
grabbing her hard, round ass both for leverage and because kneading it like
bread dough would bring that much more pleasure to Terry. As she grabbed those
tight glutes, sticking her tongue in as far as possible and twirling it as she
went, she caused Terry, in her state of ecstasy to pull harder on the back of
Angela's head, for her own bit of leverage, forcing the rest of her sister's
face into her rock hard lower abs.

As she reached a tremendous orgasm, she pulled so hard on Angela's head that
Angela started to pound her fists on Terry's ass to try to get her to stop,
due to the pain to her nose, even as she achieved her own fantastic climax, at
once overwhelmingly turned on by her little sister's complete control and yet
confused at her own submissiveness. After all she was a woman who was twice as
strong as the average man, why should she be submissive to anyone? But her
sister was not just anyone. She was also extremely strong, a better athlete
than her bigger sister, and she had a larger than life, aggressive personality
that Angela lacked.

As Angela pondered these thoughts, Terry came down from her sexual high, and
as her need for her sister abated, she simply pushed her away and turned to go
take her shower. Angel fell to the floor in a crying heap, not physically
hurt, but very much emotionally wounded. Terry turned back to see her sister's
body convulsing once again, but this time with sobs instead of sexual
sensations. Overcome with sympathy, realizing that she had hurt her sister,
she ran back, got down on the floor and hugged Angela until she calmed down.

When she looked up, there were the two guys she had so easily destroyed,
watching the show. She glared at them, "Get out before I really show you how
well I fight. Oh, yeah. Both of you come back, next week. Same time, same
place, and bring a third guy with you." They grabbed their clothes, barely
getting their underpants on before high-tailing it out of the apartment. She
then gently helped her sister up and led her into the shower, before tucking
her in for the night, overcome with guilt for having hurt the one who had been
so much of a mentor for so long. Not that that was going to end their sibling
rivalry. No way. At another time when Angela was better prepared and Terry
felt she was ready, she planned to overwhelm her sister not just with her
forceful nature but with a superior strength yet to be achieved.

Bill was up at six-thirty the next morning. Thinking back to the previous
afternoon, he couldn't get it out of his head how Terry could make him come
almost at will. Actually not almost, but really any time she wanted. And he
knew that inevitably, she would take it to the next level. No amount of
vigilance from Angela could change that future fact.

So he had decided that he needed to be as prepared as possible. He had greatly
improved his strength and fitness level in the last couple months, but as
Terry had shown him the previous day, he had a ways to go to match her. So he
was stepping up his workouts. He wanted to get a workout squeezed in before
going off to see his lawyer, and then get in a good hard day's work.

Meanwhile, Terry had something else in mind. She knew that she was getting
closer in strength to her older, bigger sister every day. Yes, Angela was
almost beyond belief, but so was Terry. The only advantage that Angela had,
quite frankly, was size. Terry had an inner fire, and an aggressive
personality that Angela did not have, probably did not want to have. Now,
Terry's new plan was to have her way with Bill, not when Angela's guard was
down, no, rather in a very confrontational and physical way, she was going to
do whatever she wanted in spite of Angela's best efforts to stop her. That
meant taking already intense workouts to an even higher level. That next
morning, she was up an hour before Bill, eaten a huge, protein filled
breakfast and had a protein shake during her workout, which included sets of a
hundred handstand pushups, and countless pull-ups with a 55 lb. weight hanging
from a belt around her waist. After her workout, she decided to run the five
miles from their apartment to Bill's house.

As usual, Terry was not one to hide her body, so at this early morning hour,
the only concession she made to modesty was a sports bra underneath the tight
tank top. When you're running at a six minute per mile pace, and you have big
tits, no matter how firm, a sports bra is merely a prudent thing to do. Her
white running shorts were just that. Short. Very short. At this early hour,
the only people out and about were working men, carpenters, plumbers, etc. As
Terry cut through the parking lot of a Seven-Eleven, lots of hoots and hollers
ensued. Two guys, just trying to make trouble and thinking they would impress
their stupid friends, intentionally stepped into her path.

Terry decked the first guy, hitting him so fast, and so hard that his feet
left the ground as he flew backwards with the force of her forward momentum.
He was out cold before he hit the ground. It happened so quickly, that she
didn't even break stride. The second guy, startled what had happened to the
first, was also caught unawares, as she hit the bottom of his coffee cup,
sending scalding liquid into his face. Before anyone could react, she was
gone. A little while later, when she was within a mile of Bill's house, a
large truck went by. The driver honked the airhorn as he passed, a blast loud
enough to scare a person, but Terry was so focused she barely noticed.

"Hey, man, that was the chick that ran by the store a little bit ago. Ohhh,
look at that ass. Like a couple of puppy dogs playin' under a blanket."

"Who the fuck do you think you are, fuckin' 'Cheech and Chong'? Anyway, look
at all those muscles. Uuuuuggly."

"No, you're wrong man. Girls like that are the best fucks in the world."

"Yeah, but look how she flattened that guy. I wouldn't want to fuck with her."

"Aw, she caught that guy by surprise. And anyway, I don't want to fuck with
her, I want to fuck her."

A few minutes later, the truck pulled into Bill's driveway. "This is the
address, right?"

"Yeah. But it looks like there's no one here." He looked out the rearview
mirror. "Well, looky here. It's that runner chick. Comin' up the driveway.
Man, you know what? You're right. Seeing her from the front, man, I don't care
what kind of muscles she has when she's got tits like those babies. And, I
gotta admit, she did have a great ass."

" It was a great ass because it was a muscular ass."

"Whatever."

They climbed out of the cab and walked towards her as she came up the drive,
hot and sweaty. And hot, so hot.

"Hey, babe, my friend was right, even with all those muscles, you are still
one hot chick."

"Thanks. That means so much to me coming from someone like you." She walked
off, both guys staring at that remarkable ass, she called over her shoulder,
"I'm the one who's unfortunate enough to be here for your delivery."

The guy beamed with pride at her compliment until his friend pointed out that
she was mocking him. "Really? Stuck up bitch. Maybe she needs to learn a
lesson."

"Asshole. We're on the job. We could get fired."

"Nah. No one's around. No witnesses. You're the one who said that these kind
of chicks were the best fucks. Why don't we find out?" Actually, Bill was
inside, though the goings on outside hadn't yet caught his attention.

"Just cool it man. Let's get unloaded. Then we'll see where things lead."

Terry got a drink of water then came back to the guys. "Are you ready to
unload?"

"Yeah. You got a fork lift or something?"

"We've got a skid steer loader. I'll get it."

The unloading went smoothly. At one point, Terry traded off with one of the
guys, the driver, who knew how to operate the loader. She was bored with
driving and wanted to do the more physical work of picking up the heavy shrubs
and putting them in the bucket, then jumping down and unloading them at the
other end. At some point, from inside the house, Bill finally noticed the two
guys and Terry, freezing him in his tracks immediately. Even at this distance
of about a hundred feet, he could see how pumped she looked this morning. He
had little idea that she had already had an hour long workout that would make
even the toughest guy wilt, then run five miles at a six minute pace, before
helping with the unloading.

After they were done, Terry went to get another bottle of water out of the
cooler. That's when they struck. The one guy grabbed her from behind, whipping
her around, as the other guys came forward and grabbed her tits. Quick as a
wink, her legs were around his waist, squeezing the breath out of him as she
easily broke her powerful arms free from the other. A hard elbow went into his
ribs and as he backed off in pain, Terry dropped her bodyweight backwards,
throwing her arms down, landing on her hands and flipping the first guy
overtop of her, slamming him into the second.

In less than five seconds, both guys were on the ground, and Terry was on her
feet, ready for "ass whuppin', part two". She waited for the two dazed guys to
get to their knees, then punched, lashing out with both arms at the same time,
one hard little fist into each face. As they fell onto their backs, she leaped
high in the air and came down, knees first, landing hard on each guy's chest.
It was over that quickly, so quickly in fact, that Bill had not the time to
rush to her defense. Not that she needed any help. So he just stayed by the
window and watched to see what would happen next.

As both guys lay on the ground, if not unconscious, certainly incapable at
that moment of getting up, Bill gulped. Man, she is unbelievable. Thinking out
loud, "Those guys were way bigger than her, and tough looking, like biker
dudes or something, and she cleaned their clocks so easily. Maybe I'll get as
strong as her if I keep working at it, but I'll never match that speed, that
athleticism or those fighting skills."

While he was pondering her astounding physical abilities, Terry went off and
found some rope. She flipped the first guy over and started to tie his hands
behind his back. The second one had come around enough to see what was going
on, and had started to get to his feet. "You're not going to tie me up,
bitch," he said as he moved towards her. With lightning speed Terry went from
a crouch to jumping a good three feet off the ground, her knee cracking the
big guy under the chin so hard his head snapped back as he fell. If he hadn't
been knocked out before, he was now.

Then she went back to tying the first guy's hands. She also did his feet, and
did the same to the other guy. While they lay on the ground face down, she
grabbed them by their belts, lifted each guy off the ground and carried them
over to the loader, their feet dragging behind them. She hooked each guy's
bound ankles on the teeth of the bucket, and left them there. She started to
walk towards the house, her head down, scanning left then right, as if she was
looking for something. When she was about twenty feet away, she suddenly
looked up, her riveting eyes catching Bill's unbelieving stare.

"Shit," he thought. "She knew I was watching the whole time. How did she know?
My car's in the garage. She should have thought that no one would be here.
That's why she would be needed to meet the truck. But she knew. She knew I was
here and she knew I was watching her."

As she locked in on his gaze, she slowly, seductively pulled her top over her
head, her stunningly powerful core exposed, glistening with sweat. Then she
pulled off her sports bra, never averting her stare. She started playing with
her perfect round breasts, and Bill came right away. Even through the window,
she knew that she had done it to him once again. Satisfied, she put her
tanktop back on and went back to where the two hapless rednecks were lying.
Crouching down, she spoke softly to them. "Now, listen up you two losers, I've
got your ankles hooked onto the teeth here, a precarious balance at best. You
move around a lot and they could slip off.

About an hour later, when Frank got to the job site with Angela. "TERRY", he
shouted, "What the hell is going on here. You trying to get me sued?" Terry
had raised the bucket to its full height then moved the loader so the bucket
was hanging out over the pool. The guys were hanging upside down, crying for
help. If either guy had tried to move at all, he would have slipped off the
bucket teeth into the water, with their hands and feet tied. Not a rosy
scenario for these two biker dudes, giving new meaning to the phrase, "being
in over your head". They truly had messed with the wrong babe.

Angela was laughing out loud at her little sister's latest victory. Sam and
Bob had arrived and were getting a good laugh as well. "They attacked me,
Grandpa. They were trying to take advantage of me, if you know what I mean. I
was only defending myself."

At this point, Bill had come out, having canceled with his lawyer, assuming
correctly that his presence might be needed. As he approached he heard a
comment from Angela as to how it would have taken more than two guys to take
advantage of Terry. Frank looked over at Bill.

"Did you see what was going on, Bill?"

"Yes, it's pretty much the way she described it. One guy grabbed her from
behind and the other guy started to grope her."

"And you didn't come to her defense?"

"It was over so quickly that I didn't have a chance to react. Besides, they're
the ones who needed help. And don't worry about getting sued, Frank. She's
telling the truth."

"Well, get them down, Terry." She climbed into the seat of the loader, and in
a moment of mischievousness, turned the bucket outwards, dumping the dumbasses
into the pool. "Opps, sorry. I moved the joystick the wrong way." She started
to laugh uncontrollably as the bodies sunk to the bottom.

"TERRY!"

As everyone, everyone except Frank, that is, stood around laughing, Terry
quickly climbed out and scampered up the arms to the bucket, jumped off, doing
a twisting flip into the water. She dove to the bottom, dragged them to the
surface, and in another demonstration of otherworldly strength, pushed them
out of the pool onto the side, both guys coughing and spitting out water. As
Terry climbed out, her wet clothes clung to her, nipples clearly evident, her
pink thong showing through the wet white shorts. Bill turned away, not wanting
to find himself under her spell once again. But Bob and Sam didn't mind
staring.

Frank was pretty pissed off at this point, but he always had a hard time
staying mad at his youngest grandchild. Now his ire was directed at the boys.
"Sam and Bob, she's your cousin for God's sake. What's the matter with you? Go
untie those guys and then get to work. He turned to Angela, who was standing,
staring at Terry, also, her face flush. "You okay, Angela?"

"Yeah, sorry Grandpa, I was just thinking about having left her here alone. We
should have known better. What if those guys had a weapon?" She had covered
her aroused state well from her grandfather, but not from her sister. Not that
it would have ever occured to Frank that Angela would be aroused by her own
sister.

"You're right, Angela. I'd never forgive myself if my little buttercup got
hurt because I had put her in harm's way." He turned to Terry. "I'm so sorry,
Sweetheart."

"That's alright, Grandpa. No harm done."

He turned to the driver and his sidekick. "Get out of here before I call your
company and have your sorry asses fired." As he walked off, Terry turned and
looked at Angela, that knowing look that said, "I'm getting' to you again".
Angela had another "moment" right on the spot. Little buttercup, indeed. The
most formidable and overpowering little buttercup on the planet. "Grandpa has
no clue," taunted Terry, as she walked by her sister and went off to get to
work.

"Who has no clue, about what?" Bill had come up to Angela just as Terry
wandered off. Angela looked pensively at Bill, unable to hide her state of
confusion, her state of mind, her state of arousal. Her mouth opened, as if to
say something, but no words came out. "Oh, God, Angela. Don't tell me your
sister's getting to you, too." But it was clear that Terry had gotten under
her skin, as well.

When she was finally able to speak, "Grandpa has no clue, ... ... about Terry.
I mean, he knows that she's a wild one and all. There's no denying her
athletic abilities and her strength. Plus I'm sure he has no allusions that
she's sexually active." She held back an emotional heave of her chest.

Bill studied her visage for a moment. "Does she have you under her spell,
too?"

"No, no." Her response was too knee jerk, too defensive. "Oh, Bill, what is it
about her? Her sexual power is way stronger than my physical strength, and I
think she's closing the gap there, too. I outweigh her by thirty pounds, but
sometimes it seems like only five or ten. I'm so scared of losing what little
control I have over her. And Grandpa, she hides her antics from him pretty
well." She stopped for a second. "At least I know she has a good heart. She
loves to exert her power over other people, but she doesn't try to really hurt
them, unless they deserve it."

"What makes you say that? I haven't seen any signs of a heart yet."

"Last night, I let my defenses slip and she let me know, in no uncertain
terms, what I was not exempt from her sexual allure, just because I was her
sister. You know what it's like. She can make you, or anyone else, including
me, have a sexual meltdown, just because she wills it. After she had her way
with me, she showed tenderness and sympathy for my humiliation." She took a
deep breath. "Let's get to work, we have a lot of planting to do today."

A couple of months later

The landscaping job at Bill's home had been done for a while now. Bill stayed
in touch with Frank, planning work in the front of the house for the next
spring. Bob and Sam were a distant memory. Bill and Angela kept their
relationship going, had even taken it to the next level. They were sure that
they loved each other, and Angela had moved in with him. They worked out
together and Bill was catching up to her in the strength department, thanks to
her guidance. Her strength was increasing too, but to a lesser degree, as she
was already at such a high level of development.

Terry had been laying low, but her powers still weighed on the lover's minds.
Bill had not seen Terry at all since the landscaping job had finished, but
Angela saw her every day at work. Terry was being very low key, and now that
Autumn had arrived, was covering up more. Angela loved her sister, but she
knew deep down in her gut that something was up. She couldn't get it out of
her mind what had happened that night when she had interrupted Terry's session
with the two Juco wrestlers.

She did have to come over to the apartment every once in a while. One day when
she was over to pick something up at the apartment, Terry was there, wearing
coveralls, a hammer hanging from the loop on the side, a pencil behind her
ear. After giving her sister a hug, Terry quipped, "Who knew that my sexual
skills would lead me to have to develop carpentry skills?" As Angela started
down the hall to her bedroom, she noticed that the entire wall separating
Terry's bedroom from the hallway was in the process of being replaced. Angela
turned around to look at Terry in disbelief.

Terry little out a squeaky giggle. "He was a pretty fit guy. Kept up with me
for almost half a workout. When he didn't puke, I decided to have sex with
him. Then he gets all macho, insisting that the guy's got to be on top. No
oral sex. No foreplay. He just wanted to mount me, and do it ... ... ..So I
let him. When I entangled his legs with mine, he thought it was passion, and
it was. I wasn't squeezing or anything, just grinding back. When I slowly and
playfully locked his arms behind his back, he didn't resist. It was all just
sexual playing, and it was. But, as per usual, when it happened, it was very
wild, as it always is. I just started to hug him with my arms and legs, and I
focused every once of strength, every contracted muscle into that orgasm. We
literally bounced around that room my whole body convulsing like mad,
propelling us all over the place like we were on a trampoline. It was
unbelievable even by my standards. It lasted several minutes, I don't know how
long for sure, but I think that I might have slammed our bodies into that wall
three our four times before it gave way. He was pretty messed up, but he
needed to learn a lesson. It didn't register with him during our workout that
I was way stronger than him and that there was no comparision in our levels of
conditioning. So I had to show him. No matter how we landed during our, or I
should say, my sexual gymnastics, me first or him first, my core was so much
more powerful than his that it was always jarring, for him. Good thing I took
those CPR classes."

A few nights later, when Angela got back to Bill's house, rather, their house,
after work, "Hey Angela, I got this DVD in the mail today. I wonder what's up.
Let's go see." Angela looked at the writing on the cover, instantly
recognizing Terry's handwriting. This formidable athlete, this sexual goddess
still dotted her I's with little hearts.

"This is from Terry. I don't know about this. Something's up." She seemed very
hesitant. "I don't know if I want to watch this."

"Knowledge is power. If she's up to something, I want to know as much as
possible." Bill made a fire, then they put the disc in and sat down to watch,
cuddling up at one end of the couch.

Terry's pretty face appeared on the screen. "Bill and Angela, I made this for
you guys." Cut to a ring, one of those weird shaped Ultimate fighting rings,
but it looked like it was in some very amateur venue, not like the kind on TV.
Two guys came in. Not huge guys, both maybe one-sixty to one-seventy but in
tremendous shape. Again, the sound of Terry, this time in a voice-over. "The
guy on the left is the guy I've been fucking on a regular basis recently. His
name is Chuck. Not that there aren't other conquests in my active life, but he
has become somewhat of a regular." The fight started and her guy relentlessly
beat the shit out of the other guy, until the ref stopped the fight, less than
five minutes into the battering. The other guy had no chance, right from the
start.

Terry's voice-over, "That was the first semi-final in the one-fifty to
one-eighty class. Now for the next one." A guy entered the ring, looking every
bit as formidable as Chuck, but clearly bigger, probably at the upper end of
this class, size-wise. Terry's narration went on. "This guy is amazing. And
he's got a black belt in Karate, unlike his opponent, who has little to no
training in any martial arts. It's going to be a slaughter."

About a minute later, another person entered the ring. Angela gasped. Though
the big guy's opponent was hooded, she knew instantly, sisterly intuition,
that it was Terry. Sure enough, the hood came off and it was her. Another
gasp, actually two, from both Bill and Angela when Terry took her robe off.
She had gained what looked like maybe ten pounds in last couple of months,
every bit of it muscle. Her arms appeared to be as big as her opponents, as
big as Angela's. On her five foot, three inch frame, they looked absolutely
huge. She was wearing her favorite outfit, those skintight, rolled down
sweatshorts and that tiny, cut up leotard top. God, she looked great, and
quite the crowd pleaser.

Bill turned to Angela. "She doesn't know any karate?" Angela shook her head
no, without averting her eyes from the TV screen. "Any other martial arts
training?"

"Not as far as I know."

"I hope she doesn't get hurt. He's a lot bigger than her."

"Look at her, Bill."

"Yeah, she's all muscle, but so is he."

"That's not what I mean. Look at her face. Look at her eyes. She's always been
fearless, but right now she looks so absolutely sure of herself. He doesn't
seem to exude as much confidence as she does. Remember, she's somehow gotten
this far in this competition. Maybe he's seen something we haven't."

So the fight started. For quite a while, the guy seemed to land punches and
kicks at will, except when he went for her head. Whenever he tried that, she
seemed able to elude the strikes. At this point she was constantly on the
defensive, due to his relentless assault. It was as if she was letting him
land the body blows, and none of them were having any impact on her
whatsoever. Lots of kicks to the body but he hadn't as of yet tried any kicks
towards her head, only punches.

In his frustration at not being able to land anything really lethal, he turned
up the heat, backing her up to within about four feet of the cage wall. Angela
and Bill were both starting to worry. Though he wasn't hurting the supremely
conditioned woman, it was only a matter of time. Suddenly, he backed up a
step, then came forward quickly and launched a kick right at her head. With an
unbelievable combination of speed, athleticism and otherworldly strength, and
an inate sense of where she was, she caught his ankle, spun and whipped him
into the cage wall with frightening intensity. He dropped straight down to the
floor, out cold.

Terry didn't even bother to look back to see the results of her awesome move.
Knowing it was over, she just moved straight toward the camera,. This time,
not in a voice over, "I told you it was going to be a slaughter. Now I'm going
to fight Chuck in the finals."

"Oh, my god," Angela barely managed to say, her breathing quick and short.

"Young lady," the mike was still on and this time the voice was the refs. "How
much rest do you want before the finals."

"Rest. I don't need any rest." She went over to where they were putting the
guy on a stretcher. He was awake, but he had a broken arm, a broken shoulder,
and a broken ankle, there were marks all over his chest from smacking into the
cage. She bent down and gave him a hug. "Good match," could be faintly heard
on the still open mike. Then she lowered her beautiful tits down onto his face
and rubbed them back and forth. In spite of all his pain, the guy came
instantly, continuing to shake even as Terry bounced back into the middle of
the ring, ready to go again. As the mike went off, her giggles could be heard.

The screen went black. Bill and Angela looked at each other, neither knowing
what to say. It came back on again and the fight was already on. Chuck was
battering Terry at will, but once again his body shots had no effect. Terry
was keeping her guard up since Chuck was from a boxing background as opposed
to the karate training of the previous guy, so most of his punches were coming
straight in. Suddenly, Chuck's arms dropped. He was out on his feet. There was
blood trickling from his mouth and nose. Terry's punch had been so fast that
it had been a blur. It had snuck through, full speed, in an opening that no
one saw but Terry. And it was so hard, the she had effectively ended the fight
with one single blow.

Slowly, Chuck fell backwards onto his back, arms and legs splayed out like a
snow angel. Terry just stood there, her arms at her sides. Over the last
couple of months of training her biceps had gotten so rounded, even when
unflexed, you could see the blood flowing through the throbbing vein running
from her wrists, over those awesome biceps to up over her huge delts. To
please the crowd, and to show off her long dormant gymnastics skills, she
leaped high and did a flip with a twist in it, landing on his bloody face,
facing his feet.

She immediately locked his arms under her legs, though it was completely
unnecessary. Reaching down, she brought his legs up, folding him in half then
she wrapped her arms around them, under and to the outside at the front of the
knees, then back around. Not caring at all that a hundred people were
watching, she started fuck his face, in seconds, her moans getting rather
loud. As she achieved sexual nirvana, her entire body went rigid and in her
out of control moment, a sickening sound echoed through the room as her arms
dislocated both his knees.

The screen went blank for just a few seconds, then came back on with Terry's
pretty face in a close-up. "I said I was fucking him regularly, but what I
meant was, he's servicing me with his tongue regularly. It's hard to fuck when
both of your knees are in casts. I didn't mean to do that to him. I kind of
lost it. I feel a little bad about having done that, so I give him head once
in a while, sometimes I do to him what I've been able to do to you guys. I
just stare at him, and he suddenly looses it. But he doesn't have a huge dick
like you Bill. And I like big dicks." The DVD went black.

They just sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes, both amazed at her
fighting skills, both so turned on at her sexual aura. Finally, Bill asked,
"How is it possible. Angela, I'm an enlightened guy. I don't have any hang-ups
about equality among the sexes, but both of you, I've never been able to
reconcile how much stronger you guys are than most men."

It's really not so hard to imagine. A lot of men are getting pretty sedentary
and more and more women for the past twenty-five or more years have been
working out more. Terry and I both started at a very young age with sports,
and we seem to have been blessed genetically and also with a strong work
ethic. But there are lots of women out there who are stronger than average ...
... "

Suddenly, there was a huge crashing sound from the front of the house. They
ran to the foyer. There stood Terry, wearing a robe, the same robe she had
worn in the fight ring. The front door was busted open, much the way she had
done to the bedroom door a while back. But this was not hollow core bedroom
door. This was a heavy oak door which had been left unlocked, and she had
merely lowered her shoulder and destroyed the handset as she smashed the door
open.

"It was unlocked," spoke an incredulous Bill.

"This was a more dramatic entrance."

Dropping her robe, she stood there, the same outfit as during the fight DVD,
but thank goodness it had been cleaned, so there was none of Chuck's blood on
it anymore. Her body looked so powerful. She tore her top off, and pulled her
shorts down, and stood there with her hands on her hips, an incomprehensibly
hot visage. Her clean shaven pussy was all puffy from overstimulation, like
that night when she first shoved Angela's face into it. As both people stared
at her, gazing down at it, "I'm in a near constant state of arousal these
days, that why it's always like that. Think about it. I have had sexual power
over everyone else for a long time, now I'm so fucking hot that I have sexual
power even over myself, if that makes any sense. I almost can't sleep, I'm so
turned on, all the time, by my own awesomeness. All the time, all the friggin'
time, even including when I'm working out, something which makes my workouts
so intense that people can't even imagine, even you guys. I've had guys work
out with me and try to keep up with me that were puking their guts out less
than half way through. I believe that the body I've made through hard work is
most perfect vehicle for both fighting and fucking on the planet. So, the
question begs. May I join you?"

Angela quickly assessed the situation. Yes, Terry had gotten stronger, much
stronger, but so had she. And she was still quite a bit bigger than her
sister, twenty-five pounds or so, having gained an additional five pounds of
muscle in the last two months. She looked over at Bill, who was now quite
formidable himself, and so beautiful, that great body, that huge dick. And she
loved him. She was not going to lose him without a fight. "NO," she screamed.
"NO, YOU CAN'T JOIN US." She came right at Terry, who seemed not at all
perturbed, actually taking the time to stick her finger in her pussy and lick
it off as Angela rushed at her at full speed. When she was almost to her
little sister, Terry struck, one step forward and a lunge, and Angela was
going backwards onto her back onto the thick, lush carpet.

Terry set about immediately overpowering her big sister, twisting her into a
pretzel as easily as she had done to Sam a few months ago. Bill had stood
frozen up until this moment, Terry's sexual Svengali-like hold on him not
having abated at all in the last few months of no contact. When she had taken
her clothes off, he had ejaculated so hard into his pants that the wet spot
look to be so big that it didn't seem possible that a person could have that
much semen in them. Finally gathering himself, he ran to the aid of his
beloved Angela, the person that until these last two minutes was the
physically strongest person, man or woman that he had ever met.

And now she was being completely overmatched by her little sister. He grabbed
at Terry from above, and she reached back and threw him over her like she was
removing a scarf. It only took a few more minutes against both of these strong
virile people for Terry to get both of them under control. She had ripped
their clothes off and now had them on their backs, each of them with their
necks tucked in under her legs, which were folded at her knees. She had
positioned their necks so they were both facing her dripping, beautiful
vagina, her clitoris throbbing with arousal. "It's not just physical strength,
it's mental strength, and it's sexual strength. My mental strength helped me
to build the physical strength to outmatch both of you at once, and now my
sexual strength is going to overpower you relentlessly until you have both
come so many times that you'll pass out from exhaustion. I'm never going to
touch your pussy, Angela, or your huge cock, Bill, at least not yet. I'm not
going to fondle your tits, Sis. You've been doing that yoga, thinking that
it's going to strengthen you mentally. It'll make you more flexible, but
that's about it."

She stopped talking for a moment, and looking down at the two latest victims,
she started to fondle her perfect breasts which looked even bigger than last
time they had seen her. They were so perfect, so firm, so round that they
looked fake, but Angela knew that they were real. Seconds later her pussy
started oozing girl goo as she came hard, and so did Bill and Angela. When
they finished, she spoke again. "Now I'm going to show you what mental
strength is all about." She placed her hands gently on the tops of Bill and
Angela's heads, closing her eyes in intense concentration. No movement,
nothing occurred for several minutes. Suddenly, Terry was moaning loudly, her
body twisting and writhing in an orgasm so intense that this time instead of
girl cum dripping out of her pussy, it actually shot out, splattering both
faces staring at her, even as they writhed and twisted in the throes of
intense orgasms themselves.

"Now that's mental strength. The kind of discipline that has pushed me beyond
you in the strength department, quite a bit beyond you, as a matter of fact.
She reached out and gently, oh so gently, placed her hands on both of their
ridged abs. They came again, instantly, only seconds later. And so it went for
several more orgasms, all of them so aroused by Terry that each one was more
intense than the previous. But thus far, it wasn't very wild, in fact, not at
all that kind of crazy physical sex that she was known for. "I just wanted to
first show you guys how much sexual control I have over your minds. Now I'm
going to take it up a notch or two."

She loosened her hold on their necks and stood up, walking over to the
fireplace, then turning around to face them. There was a mirror on the
opposite wall and so she saw what they saw. Her legs were spread slightly, and
it looked like the fire was coming out from in between them. What imagery. She
immediately went into convulsions, just looking at herself in the mirror,
dropping to her knees, kneading her perfect breasts.

"Whoa, I was having a hard time catching my breath that time." She looked at
the couple, still on her knees. "Bill, this is the moment I know you've been
wondering about since that first time I crashed through my bedroom door while
fucking the life out of that guy. Angela, now I'm going to sexually take your
guy. You can try to stop me if you want. Actually, that might make it more
exciting."

"NO. He's mine." In desperation, Angela ran at Terry and leaped at her. She
stood have had all the advantage. Running and jumping, a hundred seventy-five
pound muscle missile flying at her smaller sister. Terry, still on her knees,
merely slid one leg back slightly for balance and caught her sister. In a
split second, she spun Angela into an upside down position, her powerful legs
flailing in the air as Terry shoved Angela's face into her pussy, while
manipulating her arms behind her back, then clasping them with just one of her
own hands. With her other hand, she shoved Angela's face farther in, then
grabbed one of Angela's legs to spread them, burying her own face into
Angela's pussy.

As they both came, Terry started to bounce up and down, then in one powerful
movement went from bouncing on her knees to standing, still holding her sister
upside down, both tongues still buried deeply. Terry slowly walked towards
Bill, her hypnotic gaze keeping him frozen, sitting, leaning back on his arms,
his huge member throbbing in anticipation. As she crossed the room, she
shifted Angela's body so that now Angela was crossways up near Terry's
shoulders. She did it as easily as if she was pulling a shirt up. At this
point, Angela was in such a sexual trance that instead of resisting like
before, that part of her brain reminding her that this was her sister and it
was wrong, she eagerly attached herself to Terry's swollen nipple.

Terry stood for a moment, staring down at Bill, enjoying the stimulation that
her sister was providing. Then, in an instant, she shifted Angela's body so
that all her weight was on just one arm while she put her other hand on the
back of Angela' head, pushing it between her breasts, and holding tight until
Angela passed out from lack of air. Then she flung her across the room and
onto the plush couch while never averting her gaze from frozen Bill. A foot
went out to Bill's chest, pushing him back onto his back.

He was at once, more aroused and more scared than he had ever been. This woman
who was about to rape him had just thrown a hundred-seventy pound human body
nearly ten feet with seemingly not a lot of effort, or at least not all of her
focus. As she closed the distance between them, she straddled his body,
standing with her feet on either side his hips, her pussy still glistening
with a mix of different fluids. Before she could even do anything, he shot his
load again, so intensely that some of his come actually hit her crotch, having
shot over two and a half feet, mixing with the fluids already there. His
orgasm was so powerful that he passed out.

"Oh, great, what do I do now? My sexuality is too powerful and now the only
two people with even a remote chance of keeping up with me are unconscious.
Gotta find a way to wake them up." She went over to her sister and gently
picked her up, showing a sensitive side rarely revealed, and carried her over,
laying her down next to Bill, but with her head down by Bill's waist. As she
started to get ready for whatever she had in mind next, both people started to
come around. "Hmmm, change of plans." She lay her hard body down on top of
Bill's in a sixty-nine position, locking her legs around his head in a sort of
figure four position, not to squeeze or hurt him, but to lock him in place
with his mouth at her pussy. "Get busy Bill."

Angela opened her eyes just as Terry reached over with one arm, and put Angela
in an amazing hold, catching her arms and her head, forcing her to watch,
while she took Bill's thick bad boy into her mouth. She stared at her older
sister, and then winked, as if to suggest, 'this is how to suck a guy's dick,
I'm the best at this too.' She continued her up and down movements on his
cock, even as the look on her face revealed that Bill was doing a number on
her as well. Suddenly, Bill erupted hugely once again. Terry swallowed every
bit of it as she again writhed in ecstasy. "Can't waste quality protein," she
laughed.

Bill was out again, even as his dick remained hard and continued twitching.
Terry rode his face for one more moment of pleasure. Finally, she decided it
was time to feel that huge thing inside of her. Letting go of Angela, she
stood up, turned around, pushing her sister out of the way, and impaled
herself on his saluting flagpole, going into a split, her legs out to the
sides as she went all the way down. Angela couldn't stand seeing her sister
taking her man and once again she attacked, forgetting how easily Terry was
able to control her. And control her she did, in seconds, Angela's face was
once again shoved down there, getting instructions from Terry. Bill was back
awake at this point. "If you reach your tongue out real far sis, you can reach
my clit, all while your eyes are forced to look at your boyfriend's huge dick,
his huge dick inside my sweet pussy. I'm going to let go of your arms. I want
you to reach my tits as best you can. I can't find anyone you can even come
close to keeping up with me. I'm tired of being the only one who can last long
enough to truly help take me to the next level. I need the two of you to take
me over the edge as no one else can do,

At the same time, both Bill and Angela detected a neediness in Terry's voice,
a strange sadness. And so they satisfied her as only they could. Just as it
seemed like Terry was about to go over the edge, she wrapped her arms around
Angela and flipped all three of them over, her hundred and fifty pounds of
dense, all-powerful muscle carrying the combined weight of over three hundred
and seventy-five pounds, until she was on her back and they were on top. Bill
started to pound away wildly while Angela alternately licked and sucked on
whatever she could reach. Suddenly, Terry arched her back high, going up on
her toes and the back of her head, Bill wrapping his legs around her hips and
Angela, her powerful arms around Terry's awesome core, just to hang on as
Terry bucked like a bull who had been hit with a stun gun, reaching a climax
that was so huge that this time it was her turn to pass out. Bill and Angela
uncoupled themselves from her, no small feat. Even while unconscious, Terry
was so strong that her hold on her sister was hard to get out of, even for the
bigger woman who herself was possessed of formidable strength. And Terry's
lock on Bill's cock was pretty unbelievable as well. But they finally
extricated themselves and sat there on the floor by the fire, holding each
other, watching her sleep.

They sensed a deep loneliness emanating from this awesome creature. Indeed, as
she slept, small tears trickled from her closed eyes. She slept for hours,
sometimes sobbing, sometimes seeming to be having a sexual experience, even as
she remained in a deep sleep. At some point Angela covered her with a blanket
as Bill gently put a pillow under her head. Both sensed that Terry had created
a monster. A powerful, sexual monster that was in danger of devouring herself.
She slept for almost twenty-four hours.

When she finally awoke, it was like a new person had emerged. Terry was very
subdued, hardly speaking. Angela could see how sad her little sister was. She
knelt down and hugged her as Terry cried and sobbed for almost an hour. Bill
remained in the background, somehow feeling that his presence was part of the
problem. Finally, Terry was able to speak. "Angela, I lost control of
everything that supposedly made me special. I wanted to be the strongest. I
wanted to be the hottest. I wanted to be such a sexual whirlwind that people
would lose it just by looking at me. I wanted to be such an awesome fighter
that I not only couldn't be beaten, but that I could end fights so fast that
if you blinked you'd miss it, as you saw. I got to the point, like I said
that, I was so great at everything that I couldn't be satisfied. And, I was so
constantly in a state of arousal that I couldn't even count how many orgasms
I'd spontaneously have every day. Hundreds. I couldn't sleep, because as soon
as I closed my eyes, I would think of myself and the orgasms would start, no
touching, no fondling, just me and my mind."

"But you've just slept for more than twenty-four hours."

"I think it's 'cause you guys brought me to an ultimate climax. I feel
satisfied, finally." She closed her eyes, and instantly fell asleep again in
her sister's loving arms. Eventually Angela picked her sister up and put her
on the bed in Bill's guestroom, where she slept for two more days. Angela
explained to Frank why she wouldn't be at work, without getting into too many
details that Terry had been pushing herself too hard and that she was
exhausted. Bill brought in a doctor to examine her, the doctor concluding that
she was the most extraordinary physical specimen he had ever seen, as well as
the healthiest. He surmised that she must just be totally exhausted. He told
them to keep an eye on her and feel free to call him 24/7 if need be.

As he got ready to leave, Angel noticed the bulge and the wet spot on his
pants. Even asleep and possibly ill, Terry still had this much power over men.
And he was supposed to be a professional. 24/7 indeed.

The doctor visited two more times, each time leaving slightly more flustered
than the last, but reassuring Angela and Bill that Terry would be fine. On his
third visit, as Bill and Angela sat in the kitchen sipping coffee, at the
other end of the house from the wing where the guestroom was located, faint
sounds, thumping could be heard. Going to investigate, they headed up the
servant's stairs, (no, Bill had no servants, but there were servant's stairs
in his expansive home). When they got to the hallway leading to the guest
room, the sounds had stopped. They went into the room without knocking.
"Terry," a surprised Angela cried. "Are you all right? Where's the doctor?"

Terry was kneeling, sitting, in the middle of the bed, her lower legs splayed
out to the sides, a corner of one of the sheets sort of pulled up by her face,
cascading down and covering parts of her body, but not other parts. Rather
than the most over the top sex goddess on the planet, she rather looked like
the hottest innocent schoolgirl on the planet. "Oh, that's the doctor?" She
motioned with her head in the direction of the other side of the bed. They
found the doctor, on the floor, sitting, leaning against the wall, big dents
in the drywall behind him, about the size of the back of his head. He was in a
daze. Angela turned to Terry with alarm and anger in her eyes.

"This man is trying to help you and this is what you do?"

"I woke up suddenly and this man was running his hands all over my body. I
don't think it was for my benefit. I guess since he's a doctor, he must have
been doing research." She giggled. "Anyway, it felt good, so I let it go for a
while. I assume he was wondering what sex with a woman with a body like mine
might be like, so I showed him." She looked over at Bill, then Angela. "I'm
sorry if I hurt the good doctor."

"It's not your fault." Angela looked pensive. That atmosphere that in the past
had seemed so pervasive in Terry's presence, almost as if the air was
electrified, had been taken down a notch, but it was still there. Here she
was, having just woken up after two days of deep sleep and the first thing she
does is use her doctor's face for her pleasure. She went to speak as Bill went
over to help the doctor. Before the words could come out, Terry interrupted.

"You were hoping that maybe I was cured." They looked over at the doctor, who
was now standing, with Bill's help. His face was bruised and shiny with the
remnants of Terry.

"You're a doctor. How could you be so unprofessional?"

"I couldn't help myself. It was like I was hypnotized."

"Was she awake?"

"No. I'm sorry. I was so drawn to her body. So perfect, so sexy, so strong."
His voice trailed off.

"Go sit in our living room while we decide whether we're going to press
charges." She turned back to Terry.

"I am cured. Sounds like I had a disease, doesn't it?" She looked into Bill's
eyes. He no longer felt sexually controlled by her mere presence or that
green-eyed stare. "Well, my state of constant arousal was all consuming. It
isn't anymore. Thanks, you guys."

"Well, whatever we did, it wasn't as if we had a choice. You kind of forced
us."

"I don't feel the need to sexually overwhelm everyone I meet anymore. Whatever
motivated me so much, I know that sibling rivalry had a huge part. You were
always ahead of me, bigger, stronger, smarter. So I went with my strengths.
More aggressive and hotter. I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind my saying that."

"No, it's true. I'm pretty hot, I know that. But you're in another league when
it comes to that. And now you're stronger. A lot stronger, it seems. And the
best fighter imaginable."

"I'm not fighting anymore. And I'm not going after your guys anymore. I just
wanted to feel that huge cock inside of me and beat you at the same time.
That's all over. And I needed to be with people who were fit and strong enough
to almost keep up with me. So I guess I am cured. No more sibling rivalry. No
more sexually harassing Bill. But I'm still the hottest. And I'm still going
to have sex whenever and with whomever I want, except with Bill. And if I'm
with some guy who needs an attitude adjustment, well I can't control myself
24/7. It's the duty of strong women to set me staright if they have the wrong
attitude."

"Speaking of 24/7, what are we going to do with the doctor?"

"He was trying to take advantage of me, who was a patient, and who was asleep
at the time. He needs to pay a price for that." Angela and Bill stood,
thinking for a moment, looking at each other, trying to read each other's
thoughts.

"Send him back up to me." They looked over at Terry, who was on the bed in
that same position that she was in went she had left off with Bill and Angela
a few days before, on her toes and the top of her head her powerful body arch
backwards, her magnificent tits sticking straight up, her finger buried deeply
inside her pussy. "He needs another anatomy lesson, with one of the hottest
anatomies on the planet. When I'm done with him, he'll want to refocus his
medical training on gynecology. Oh, and can you recommend a good book. I want
to start reading more. Is Ezra Pound challenging enough?"

For the next two hours, Bill and Angela sat in the living room, a little
closer to the sounds coming from the guest room, moans of pleasure, cries of
pain, the occasional crash, the occasional sound of splintering wood. Bill
looked over at Angela, a worried look on his face, causing her to laugh out
loud. "Don't worry, Sweety. She's learned carpentry skills."