A Day at the Beach  

Neri, Part 2  


Neri's stepbrother, Bill, had become a pretty good beach volleyball player
over the years. Not world class or anything, nor a touring player, but he
played in local tournaments, and was usually a top five finisher. He was 6'2"
tall and lanky, but very fit, with a pretty decent three foot vertical jump.

Bill had been out on the west coast for a while and had come home about a week
after Neri had given Ben a new outlook on life. He hadn't seen Neri's
transformation yet. Bill and Neri had always had a good relationship, even
after she had beaten him at arm wrestling when she was ten.

I was out on the patio when Bill got in. He came out to say hi and gave me a
big hug. He was wearing his usual, red running shorts and a white wife-beater
shirt. It seemed he had 20 pairs of those things. We sat and made small talk.
When we heard the glass door slide open. Neri came running out, making that
little girl squeal, so happy to see her step-brother. She was wearing her
baggy sweats. When they hugged each other, Bill immediately noticed how solid
she was. "UhOh, another surprise, close your eyes Bill."

"That won't be necessary, Daddy, " cooed Neri. She then started to slowly
remove her sweats. It was a very seductive strip, and I didn't know who she
was trying to seduce, Bill, or me, or both. When she was done, she stood there
waiting for Bill's reaction. Neri had gone into Bill's room and gotten a pair
of his red shorts and wife beater. Whereas they fit Bill just right on his
lean body, on Neri, the wife beater was as tight as it could possibly be on
her magnificent upper torso, and her legs barely fit through the openings in
the shorts. The effect was to emphasize the vast difference in their
physiques.

Thankfully, I had a newspaper on my lap, hiding you know what. But Bill was
standing, and his excitement was immediately . Neri sauntered over to Bill and
got slow close he could feel her breath on his chest. (Remember he was 5"
taller than her.) "I see you like the way I look" she purred as she reached
out and gently stroked his boner. Once again I was in too much of a state to
say anything.

She then stepped back a few feet and stripped down to a tiny white bikini, and
went over to the diving board of the pool. She wasn't bouncing around with
that usual boundless energy of hers. No, every movement was meant to be as
seductive as possible. She got to the diving board, paused and then launched
into a dive that had several twists and turns in it, but was most remarkable
in how high a bounce she got when she took off the board. She seemed to go 20
ft. above the pool surface. Instead of using the ladder to get out, Neri swam
to the side, put her hands on the wall, and just launched herself into a
standing position outside the pool. Another display that probably few people
could even think about trying, perfectly executed.

Bill seemed to be in as much of a trance as I was, but when he finally spoke,
he asked Neri, "You look really strong, probably as strong as me, or maybe a
little stronger." Neri giggled and then, "Why don't you address that comment,
Step-daddy."

"Bill," I stumbled, " I think she's stronger than both of us combined." "What
else, Daddy?" (There she goes again, switching forth between Daddy and
StepDaddy. Another tease?) "Well, she's also got all the other skills of a
world class gymnast", I said, my throat dry.

"Well, I gotta go, but before I leave, Bill, I need to ask a favor. Will you
teach me to play beach volleyball? Ben taught me to wrestle a few weeks ago. I
caught on pretty fast, don't you think, Daddy?" Neri giggled. (Remember, Ben
was an All-state H.S. wrestler who Neri simply destroyed, then used for her
sexual pleasure. Thinking back on those events, it occurred to me that if you
took 4 average guys, one pinning each of her limbs, I don't think they would
be able to keep my superhuman step daughter pinned down.)

"Anything you want, Neri." We'll start whenever you want. See you later. Neri,
left, and my mind wandered back to Neri stroking Bills cock. Have they done
it, I wondered. I know that a lot of step-siblings when they reach a certain
age and, knowing they're not related by blood, decide it's okay to experiment
with their new-found sexuality. But there had never been a hint of anything
going on in the past, though they're both smart, and could probably figure out
how to keep a secret.

Bill and I sat there in silence for a moment, both of us staring into the
distance. Finally, Bill cleared his throat. "Dad, I know it's wrong to think
about your own sister this way, even if she is a step-sister, but, ?. She's so
hot." "I know son, I know." We sat a few more minutes. "Bill, have you had sex
with your sister?"

"No, Dad, why would you ask me that?" "Well, she just came over and stroked
your dick." "She did? I guess I was in such a trance I didn't notice." Good
God, I thought. Could one female be so incredible as to have all this power
over men, in addition to having such physical superiority over them? Thank god
Neri was such a good person with such a good heart.

Bill started teaching the basics of beachball to Neri a few days later. She
was such a great all around athlete that she caught on quickly, very quickly.
Within 2 weeks Neri was playing well enough that it amazed Bill that she was
as good in some skills as he was after years of playing. Especially hitting.
With her excellent vertical jump, easily over 3 ft., she could spike the ball
well. Bill recognized that his step sister was something special, with
physical ability so superior as to be extremely rare. It takes years to master
the skills needed to be a good Beach volleyball player, skills that she was
developing in a very short time.

He decided it was time to test her skills. There was going to be some pickup
games on Saturday and they decided to go and see how she'd do in competition,
but not the pressure of a tournament.

"Don't tell anyone that I'm your little sister, let's say I'm your new
girlfriend." "Neri, none of my friends would think I could get a girl as hot
as you." "Bill, alot of guys are threatened by me, usually because they're
insecure about their own manhood. You'll hear them saying my muscles are ugly,
or that I look like a man. But you are lucky to have been raised by an
exceptionally enlightened man and you seem to have none of those issues." Neri
came close and put her hand on Bill's chest. "Bill, you're the kind of guy
that girls like me are attracted to, not some macho chest thumper who only
wants to prove that he is superior to me, because there aren't any, and
sometimes they need to find out the hard way." With that she kissed him on the
cheek. "Let's go play some ball."

They got to the beach at about 1:00 in the afternoon. It had been overcast all
day and only a few people were at the court. Phil was there. He was probably
the best player of the locals. He was 6'3" and about 200 lbs. Just an inch
taller than Bill, but about 20 lbs. heavier. A typical jock, he was full of
himself, and was pretty much an asshole. His latest partner, Kenny, was there.
He was a nice guy, a decent player, especially a good defensive player. He was
5' 10" and weighed about the same as Bill, about 175. A couple of girlfriends
were also hanging around.

Bill introduced his "new girlfriend" to everyone. Neri, had on sweats, due to
the chilly weather, but not her baggy ones. Even though she was covered up,
you could still see she had a nice body and with her pretty face she certainly
attracted attention. "What's a hot babe like this doing with a dweeb like you,
Bill? Were the first words out of asshole's mouth. "See, Neri, I told you so"
Bill whispered under his breath. "Don't worry about it Bill, remember what I
told you."

The sun came out and everyone started stripping down. Neri had on a white
bikini, modest by her standards, but still showing lots of skin,? and lots of
muscle. "Disgusting", the first word out of Phil's mouth. "Muscles don't
belong on a girl". Such a pig. "Why do you want to look like a man?" " I think
she looks great, said Kenny. "Thanks", Neri responded. "Well, I think it's
ugly."

"First of all, I've been an athlete all my life, specifically, a gymnast. What
do you expect? And if you think my body is so ugly, why do you keep staring
and why do you have a hard-on? Come on let's play some ball." Neri turned and
walked onto the court with Bill. Asshole Phil just stood there, embarrassed at
having been put in his place so easily.

Neri, superb athlete that she is, was totally competitive from the start. It
seemed that with each play, she got better. Soon, when she received serve,
offering her a chance to hit, she hit well, (this is on an 8'0" man's net mind
you), and timing her jumps, very good 3' jumps, and hitting around Phil's
block. Her defense was good and her sets were right where they should be,
allowing Bill some very nice hits. Phil was becoming increasingly frustrated,
He considered himself the best player around. In reality, he and Bill were
about even, though Bill's cool attitude and Phil's hotheaded, egotistical
attitude were polar opposites.

But, by the third or fourth game, it was becoming obvious that there was a new
"best" player, and that was Neri. Bill beamed with pride at what an awesome
his "new girlfriend" stepsister was, but Phil was seething at his inability to
read her. She was not overpowering or anything like that, just consistent,
with good timing and good court sense. Soon, Phil's temper boiled over. He
started to verbally abuse Kenny, who was trying to dig both Neri and Bill's
hit, getting some, mostly Bill's, but too many balls were hitting the sand,
according to Phil.

After about ten minutes of Phil's shit towards Kenny, Neri finally spoke up.
"First of all Phil, this is just a pickup game, you don't have to get so
uptight. And secondly, don't blame Kenny. If you could block a little better,
maybe he'd have more of a chance." Phil glared at Neri. She continued, "In
fact, Phil, your block is kind of easy to read, and pretty easy to go around.
In fact, it's getting kind of boring."

"Shut up you pumped up freak. No girl can be as good as you without some
chemical help." (n.b. Neri never used anything besides good genes, good
nutrition and intense training.) Bill chuckled under his breath. Phil would
freak out if he knew that Neri had gotten better than all of them in just 2
weeks. Not overwhelming, like she had been with Ben, (which Bill didn't know
about yet) but better nonetheless.

Neri turned and walked back to serve. As she passed by her step-brother, she
said under her breath, "Bill, believe it or not, I've been holdin' back. If
you get the chance, set me high and right on the net. Asshole Phil needs to
learn a lesson."

On the very next play, Phil had an awesome hit, and Bill had an awesome dig,
but as the ball flew up in the air from his great defensive play, Bill fell on
his back, and the ball drifted high and towards the net. "Take it over" he
shouted. Both Phil and Kenny were about 10 feet off the net, since they had
just been on the offense and had had little time to back up for a defensive
play. All Neri had to do was punch the ball deep for an easy play. With a one
step takeoff (you don't want to take too many steps, you just dig into the
sand) Neri launched herself off the sand like a rocket, jumping well over 4
feet and just burying the ball in the sand, straight down in front of Phil and
Kenny with such power that the ball bounced a good 30 ft. up in the air off
the sand. Neri, nonchalantly turned and started to walk back to the end line
to serve again. There was total silence and open, gaping open mouths all
around. The 3 guys on the court, and the few people that had gathered around
to watch were completely dumfounded. They had just witnessed one of the best
hits any of them had ever seen, and it was done by a girl, and not a 6 footer
like some of those tall, skinny Olympic players, but a 5'9" goddess, (which is
tall for a girl, but not tall for a volleyball player). A bit of a crowd was
starting to gather to watch the game and this awesome girl.

For the rest of the afternoon, Neri totally humiliated Phil. Every opportunity
she had to hit, (they never served her on purpose, knowing the devastating
hits to follow), she simply went right over top of his block. Sometimes,
seemingly defying gravity she would float (that's what it seems like) above
the net while Phil return to earth, then slam the ball past his outstretched
arms. There was nothing he could do to stop her. Everyone was in absolute awe
of her hitting ability and her vertical jump which was in the neighborhood of
5ft., a rarified air the likes of which maybe 3 or 4 people in the whole world
inhabit, (like Spud Webb). But Bill was the most awestruck of all, knowing
that she had just started learning the game 2 weeks earlier.

Afterwards, everyone was buzzing with excitement at what they had witnessed,
except Phil, who sulked around afterwards. "Boy, he's a sore loser," commented
Neri. "It's okay," said Kenny. "He's just used to being the best athlete in
our group." "Was the best athlete in your group," chirped Neri. As everyone
started laughing, Phil blew up. He ran at Neri and grabbed her in a bear hug,
lifting her off the ground, growling in anger. Squeezing as hard as he could,
Neri soon went limp, or so it seemed. With her dead weight and his growing
fatigue from the effort, Phil started to bend slightly at the waist. Soon
Neri's feet were back on the ground, her knees bending slightly, and her back
arched. In an instant, Neri pushed off powerfully with her feet, launching
herself up with Phil still holding her in the bear hug, she did a twisting
back flip layout, I think it's called a "baroni" or something like that. When
they came back to earth, Neri landed on her feet, and somehow, she was holding
Phil, crossways at chest level. She then lifted him up over her head with such
ease it was as if he was weightless. In one smooth motion, Neri threw poor
Phil up and over her head. While he was still in mid-air Neri launched herself
high in the air again, (her leaping ability was simply unbelievable) and went
into a back flip. Phil crashed to the ground on his back, and almost
instantaneously Neri came down on top of him with amazing force. She then
rolled onto her back towards his feet.

Reaching across her body with one arm, she grabbed one of his ankles, then
rolled in the opposite direction, taking his leg with her, winding up face
down with her large, firm tits on top of his face, and his body folded in
half. It all happened so fast and with such explosive force, everyone stood
frozen staring at what was happening. Neri broke the silence. "He attacked me,
and besides, he's a sexist jerk." After a pause, Neri spoke again. "They say
when someone is panicking, their strength can double or triple, with all the
adrenalin and survival instinct. Let's see if Phil can muster the strength to
get me off him." With that, Neri pushed down with those great breasts,
completely cutting off his air. Within seconds, he was starting to struggle.
Soon, he was thrashing around with everything he had. It wasn't enough. Neri
had him completely under control with little effort. A few more seconds and
Phil stopped struggling. She had knocked him out with her tits. She slowly got
up. "Don't worry guys, he'll be fine, a little bruised, both body and ego, but
he'll be fine."

It seemed that destroying Phil in about 5 seconds had aroused Neri a bit, her
nipples were poking through her bikini top like a couple of bullets. And all
the guys were sporting huge boners, some of them quite surprised at
themselves, previously unaware that a demonstration of female physical
superiority would turn them on so much. Some of the girls that had been
watching the game were also in a state. Neri looked around at the group of
people staring at her. "I guess my secret's out."

Neri began her narrative. "It started when I went off to college this year. I
knew I had been slacking off about staying in shape due to my frustration with
the judges marking me down in gymnastics just cause I made a louder thump when
I hit the floor because I was bigger than the other girls. Anyway, I digress.
I didn't want to get fat like so many freshman girls do, with those muffintops
that they think are sexy but are really not, and are just a sign of laziness.
So I started going to the gym on campus. Now, you know I like guys and all,
but I really didn't like getting hit on all the time when I was there to work
out. And besides, so many of them were egotistical asshole jocks, you know,
like Phil over there. (At this point Phil was starting to come around.)

"So, anyway, I started to try to hit the gym during off hours, when there were
less people there, less guys staring at my tits all the time. I was
progressing nicely, and was gaining muscle and strength. I was really happy to
be in shape again, and glad that I had gotten out of my funk over gymnastics.
One night, when I went into the gym, there were half a dozen people there,
including this beautiful guy. He wasn't real tall, maybe 5'8" which is a
little shorter than me. But he was all muscle. Very strong. I was really
attracted to this guy, but figured with that body, he was probably another
asshole jock. A little while later, after warming up a bit, I started to do
some incline dumbbell presses. I like using dumbbell because then I don't need
a spot. I can just put them down when I reach failure, easier than crawling
out from under a bar that you can't get off your chest. I was getting pretty
strong by then, and I was pressing 70 lb. dumbbells. As I started to fail, I
suddenly found a pair of hands lightly touching my elbows. I looked up and saw
that guy. "Come on, a couple more, he said in a quiet voice." This was so
nice. He knew exactly how to spot, not too much like less experienced people
do. I thanked him and, this is so cute, he blushed. When I asked why, he told
me he thought I was beautiful and he loved my muscles. Most jocks, like Phil
over there, (he was sitting up now, but still in a fog.), are somehow
threatened by chicks with muscles, and would rather die than admit they they
like them.

It turns out his name was Dave. He was everything I like in a man, soft
spoken, modest, and really smart. And he had that beautiful body. And yes, we
had wonderful sex that first night. Dave, it turns out, was 6 years older than
me, but because of his boyish looks and his relatively diminutive size, we
looked to be the same age. He was doing his doctoral thesis in new forms of
strength training. He had a theory that really goes back to Milo, the Greek
wrestler who carried a baby calf on his back and as the calf grew, Milo got
stronger and stronger until he was able to carry a full grown bull on his
shoulders. I knew the story well, the origins of resistance strength training.
That's what weight lifting is about. But Dave had a new, or really old twist
on this idea. He told me that he was doing experiments with three females and
needed a fourth. I immediately volunteered.

I met 2 of the other girls a few days later. They were both very buff. One was
a gymnast also, and the other was a girl who wrestled in high school and was
good enough to come in second in her state tournament against guys. "Where's
the other girl?" "It's my half-sister, Kelly. She doesn't live around here,
but you'll meet her in a few months. I've already been experimenting with her
for a while. I've also been experimenting on myself. I'm not genetically
predisposed to the strength and muscles I've developed, which has convinced me
that my methods work. Kelly got the better genes from a different father, and
the 3 of you are genetically superior in my opinion."

"Dave went on to explain his methods. Very simple. He had constructed a series
of vests, using very dense fillers, graduated from 25lbs. amazingly up to 200
lbs. without getting bulky. We would do our gymnastics exercises, (it turns
out the wrestler had a gymnastic background also) wearing the vests. As we got
better at doing tumbles and flips, etc. with a vest on, we would move to the
next size up. Needless to say, after 6 months of training we were all becoming
really strong. When you can do a flip with an extra hundred and fifty pounds
on your back, you're way past not only the average person, but even those with
a lot of weight training experience.

Finally, during Spring break we all stayed around . And Kelly came to visit.
The first day, she came to training and stripped down to a leotard, the other
girls and I just stared. (By the way, the other girls were Megan, the gymnast,
and Terry, (Teresa) the wrestler. Kelly was 5'6" and weighed about a hundred
sixty pound of dense, sexy muscle. She was very pretty, and Dave was right,
genetically superior. Yes, we all were that, but Kelly had had a years jump on
us training wise, and it showed. She was really nice and very bubbly. She was
also a bit of a showoff.