Tina By Rampant Tiger. A story of how a little skinny girl developed into a muscular marvel, with the sex drive to match. Based on a story by Kevin Rohrer in a.a-w.a in Mar.20/95 TINA (PARTS 1&2) Tina realized she was an exceptional girl, but she never realized how exceptional until she conquered her older brother. Tina had always been small for her age. Her father had been concerned by her small size and had sought to remedy it by getting her involved in sports. She tried track and softball but didn't like either one. Gymnastics was a possibility, but her coach said she had no upper body strength. In despera- tion her father brought home a set of dumbbells, a curling bar, and a bench for bench presses. Tina was quite thin at the time with arms and legs of almost rail thinness. Weight lifting became part of her gymnastics training, and she took to it like a duck to water. Her parents saw that she ate right, quickly gaining size and muscle until no one recognized her as being her former, puny self. The more she worked out, the more she liked it, growing stronger and more muscular as the years went on. At age fourteen she had become both extremely muscular and flexible, both far out of proportion to her size, age, and sex. Although only 5'2" in height, she weighed 130lbs., none of it fat. She had broad shoulders and a thick upper body, especially her chest. Being only fourteen and possessing little in the way of body fat she had little in the way of breasts, but that didn't stop others from thinking she had large tits. Her chest muscles were so well developed and her posture so straight that she gave the impression of having decent-sized breasts. A muscled back that V-ed into a tiny, yet heavily muscle-ribbed stomach also helped with the illusion of having a woman-sized chest. A small, round, hard-as-rock ass and two of the most musclebound, powerpacked legs in existence rounded out her physique. Upon turning twelve she began to date, and one boy who tried to cop a feel one night at the movies got more than he bargained for. Tommy Warner thought he was quite the stud. He had noticed Tina and the way she was physically developing. She normally wore pants or long dresses so her musculature wasn't apparent; he thought she was growing large breasts and intended to get a look at them, plus a bit more if possible. They went to a midnight showing at an old theatre that still had a balcony, and sat at the very back of it. As the movie progressed, so did Tommy's hand as it moved across her solid shoulders and down onto her chest. Strangely, he felt no soft, yielding flesh. Instead, it seemed like she had rocks in her bra. Being young and naive, she had no idea at first what was happening, but quickly woke up when his hand began kneading her prominent left pectoral muscle. Quick as a flash she put her right arm around his neck and pulled his head over to hers hissing, "Take your hand off me or you'll lose it". Tommy was startled to say the least and tried to pull away, but her bulging bicep was digging into his neck and he was powerless to do anything but say he was sorry and withdraw his arm. She slowly relaxed her grip and released him, and they finished the movie. Tommy never dated her again. Tina would probably admit that out of all exercises she performed each day, those for her stomach and arms were her favorites. She had once been punched in the midsection by a boy who got very angry at being beaten by her in arm wrestling. She didn't enjoy the pain and losing her breath, and she vowed it would never happen again. This was not to say that the boy didn't get what was coming to him. By the time this occurred Tina had been in gymnas- tics for several years and had taken up karate to keep limber. Tina had become a first degree black belt by the age of eleven and upon doing so asked to be taught some advanced movements. Her instructor was reluctant to do so even though she had just finished a flawless performance, so she tried convincing him she was ready by demonstrating a series of carefully practiced flexibility and strength moves. First she stood upright and then bent backwards until her hands were resting on the floor. Then she did a backward flip and came to rest, supporting herself only with her hands. Tina opened her legs until they were as far apart as possible and parallel to the floor. She had removed her pants to aid in the demonstration and her instructor secretly gasped at the huge muscles in her thighs that strained for release. They were like nothing he had ever seen, each more than the size of her small waist and pulsating with muscularity. Tina then reversed the process, and came to rest on her back. She then nimbly came to her feet by kicking them into the air and jumping up without using her arms. Next, she did twenty-five one hand pushups with each arm and finished her performace by balancing on her hands and doing a further twenty-five hand- stand pushups. As she stood up from doing this, the instructor could see the muscles in her thick neck bulging from the exertion and the muscular definition of her heaving chest clearly visible between the folds of her jacket. All of this - and a first degree black belt - when the girl was eleven years old! Tina was shown, and easily perfected, the advanced moves that would occasionally come in handy. Playing catch-up with the boy who punched her was one example. As soon as she caught her breath after being punched, and realizing the boy was laughing at her, she took her revenge. Tina used her karate by jumping lightly into the air and kicking him in the stomach, doubling him over in pain. She then took a step beside him, her leg muscles bulged outward as she again jumped into the air, this time much higher than before. She scissored her legs around his neck and came back down on her side twisting in midair and flipping him over onto his back, further knocking the wind out of him. Tina then propped herself up on one strong arm and lay there on her side looking at this wimpy boy-creature trapped between her twin columns of hard muscle, now crying for his mother. Right then and there she realized just how powerful she was when compared to her classmates, which left her feeling flushed and strangely exhilarated. As time went on her workouts grew more demanding. After growing bored doing hundreds of regular sit-ups, she moved to crunches using weights. Tina would l1e on her back and hold a fifty pound weight behind her head, then sit-up meeting her knees. Her abdomen quickly became thick and rock solid from doing this, but it wasn't enough for her. In order to both increase her already crushing leg strength and her stomach muscles, she had her father erect a tall, strong chin-up bar in her bedroom. Tina would then wrap her ankles around the bar at its center in a vise-like grip and hang from it upside-down with her head towards the ground. Then she would grip a twenty- five pound barbell behind her head and slowly raise herself into a position that was parallel to the ground. At that point she would do trunk twists, which, after 25 reps would leave her midsection burning but pumped with ribbed muscle. This process was repeated until she was ringing with sweat and crying in painful pleasure. The twenty-five pound barbell became a fifty, then a one hundred pound barbell and, instead of wrapping her ankles around the bar, she would just hook her toes over the bar, and still her exercises continued. Afterwards, just touching her thick stomach and running her fingers across her washboard, rock-hard abdominal muscles and feeling the bulging, diamond-shaped muscles in her pumped-up calves made her feel pleased and excited. When even that became too easy, she attached twenty-five pound weights to each ankle, grabbed her chin-up bar and did as many chin-ups as she could, which often amounted to forty-five or more. Then, she would hang from the bar and raise her legs until her muscled thighs were against her chest and her toes pointed towards the ceiling. She always tried to keep her muscles as flexible as possible, so she would point her toes, which stretched her thigh muscles and tensed her large calves. Then Tina graduated to fifty pounds on each ankle and then seventy-five - one hundred and fifty pounds in addition to her own 135 pounds - and still she did chin-ups for reps! Her arms and her legs were fantastic! Her normal workout clothing was a sleeveless, cutoff tee shirt and hi-cut shorts. Tina preferred this outfit as it showed off, for her own admiration and pleasure (because she found her muscles sexy even if no one else seemed to) her big shoulders and her muscular arms and the solid ripped muscles on her abdominal wall, as well as her long, bulging, deeply-cut legs. It was while wearing this outfit and doing her chin-ups one day that her older brother came into her room. Her brother Mike was eighteen and physically much bigger than his sister. He was captain of the high school wrestling team and in great shape, with a muscular body any boy - no! any MAN -would be proud of. He was 5'10" in height, eight inches over Tina, and weighed about 180 pounds. His muscularity, however, didn't match that of his shorter, more powerfully-built sister - and he knew it. For that reason, he was really jealous, often taunting her as being too big for a girl. Mike happened to walk in, one day, just as Tina was finishing a set of 50 leg raises; and he stood staring at her immense, flexed calves and rock-hard thighs. She saw him staring and said, "Why are you staring at me like that, Mike?" He mumbled something about her being too big for her own good, shook his head and replied, "You're a lesbo". This infuriated Tina - she liked boys as well as the next girl, even though there was none of them she couldn't beat. She decided to teach him a lesson, and dropped the ankle weights onto the floor. She taunted Mike, "So you think I am too muscular because I am a girl. Maybe I am. I'm certainly a lot stronger than you are, and you're captain of the school wrestling team!" Mike snarled, "I don't think so!", to which she replied, "Oh really, well, come closer and we'll see". Mike had no idea what she meant, but he wouldn't mind getting a closer look at those oh-so-muscular legs of hers, so he walked over towards her. Waiting until he was within range, she quickly brought her long legs up and spread them, pinning him between them and hooking her feet together behind his back. Before he had a chance to complain, Tina pulled him against her and snapped her thighs closed, keeping her legs straight but crossing her ankles. Her legs were more than strong enough to keep him pinned and helpless. Realizing he was caught in his young sister's powerful grip, Mike tried to pull away. Tina tightened her hold on the chin-up bar and held him fast, her veined forearms bulging outward with the effort, but not yielding an inch. Mike screamed, "Let me go right now or I'll kick your fat ass!", but Tina just laughed and said, "Get free any way you can, big brother, but I don't think you will". He tried putting his hands between his waist and her thighs in an attempt to lever them away from him, but Tina tightened her muscles and all he accomplished was to feel the strength of their unyielding, iron-like hardness. He then reached behind his back to try and pry her ankles apart, but this was also futile as her bulging calf muscles easily prevented him from doing that. By this time Mike was almost crying from the pressure her boa constrictor grip had on his midsection. In desperation he then began hitting her thighs with his fists. This did nothing but hurt his hands as she had once again tightened her thigh muscles to the point that it felt to him he was striking rock. Tina then began working Mike over with her legs, alternately tightening and relaxing the muscles that had him pinned. He writhed about but could do nothing except stare in amazement at his sister's muscles bulging and relaxing, bulging and relaxing. Mike became caught up in the sexuality of the event, placing his hands on her thighs and feeling the immense swell of them. This aroused him sex- ually, even if she was his little sister, and his penis hardened. Tina realized what was happening to him and began to get turned on herself. His hands then moved up to the ridges of her concave midsection, running his hands back and forth over the washboard plates of muscle in real admiration and amazement at their strength, shape, and beauty. At last, Mike stopped struggling, giving Tina a chance to relax her arms. She then decided to see just how strong she really was. She got an even stronger grip on her brother by wrapping her legs completely around him and pulling his stomach up into her crotch, crushing his waist between her massive thighs. Helplessly, in pain, he started to cry. Then, she slowly did a chin-up with her 180-lb brother hanging beneath her, her biceps erupting into jagged, twin peaks of muscular power. When Tina was at the top of the bar, she just hung there, triumphant. She had reduced her older, bigger, high-school-wrestler brother to a whimpering, hurting boy. The fourteen year old girl had completely whipped her larger, older brother! At that point the excitement of the moment and of her achievement overcame Tina completely, and she began to experience her first ever orgasm. As the waves of pleasure poured through her, she instantly went rigid and she began screaming in pleasure. Every muscle in her rock-hard body tightened and bulged as she came in a sexual explosion. Unfortunately for her poor brother, this only renewed his pain as her legs tightened around his waist until his midsection was crushed and he could no longer breath. Mike's face slowly turned red, then blue, and he blacked out between her thighs, completely oblivious to the hot, creamy cum pouring from his young sister's crotch to drench his best fancy clothing. Tina finished her orgasm and went limp, releasing her brother and dropping to the floor beside him, her muscles twitching and spasming from the fantastic workout, from reducing her brother to an unconscious, inert mass, and from her own first sexual orgasm. "God," she thought, "Isn't it great to be the 'weaker sex'?" ********************************** Tina (Part 2) A couple of days later, Tina, Mike, and their parents were at the table having supper when her mother looked at Mike. "Mike, what were those stains on your best sport shirt? They were hard to get out." Mike just grunted. "I was fooling around with Tina and I guess I got them then. I don't know what they were." "Hey, Mike," his father admonished, " Be careful when you're fooling around with Tina. She's pretty strong, but she IS a girl, and remember, you're a lot bigger than she is, and you're a trained wrestler to boot. Just make sure you don't hurt her. He didn't hurt you in any way, did he, Tina?" Tina grinned. "No, Dad, he didn't do any thing to me that I couldn't handle. Although we did have a fair amount of physical contact. I kinda liked it. Maybe we'll do it again sometime. And I'm sure Mike won't hurt me, will you, Mike?" Mike blushed a fiery red. "Listen, smart-ass, next time will be a lot diff- erent, and there will BE a next time, you can be damned sure." "Watch your language, son, and eat your supper. Your mom and I have some- thing to tell you all. Next week, we're off on a vacation on a cruise ship. Our vacation schedules at work have been re-arranged, and I have to take the next four weeks off, so we decided to take the cruise we've always wanted. We've got the tickets, and we'll pack over the week-end, and we're off Sunday for four whole weeks in the Caribbean seas. Sounds great, doesn't it?" The kids yelped with delight. They thought it was a really great idea, and on top of their parent's pleasure, they also realized they'd be on their own, free as birds, for the next four weeks. They liked that a lot. Mike thought of the high school seniors he'd be able to make time with, having the house to himself, and Tina figured she'd have uninterrupted time to work on new exercise programs she'd wanted to try. She'd been a bit shy to try them with her parents around since it involved dragging a massive stack of weights into her room, and then dropping them heavily onto the floor, and she knew her parents would raise the roof at that - not to mention the damage to the house. Now she could use the basement playroom, with its high ceiling and concrete floor, and really get the kind of workout she wanted. "Wow!" she gloated, "In a month, I'll be able to get REALLY strong and develop muscle like those guys in my muscle mags. Boy, I'll be really fantastic! I'll make those women in the National contests look like wimps. And I'll be able to eat all the right foods and and the most effective Supplements, and work out every minute I'm not asleep. In fact, I'll move my bed down into the basement as well." So! Two kids, both looking forward to a month of pleasure, but with very different ideas of what that pleasure would be. The weekend came, their parents left, and Tina and Mike took off in their separate directions to fulfill their own fantasies. Mike headed for a bar with a dance floor where he knew the sexiest of the high school and college girls hung out and, in no time at all, he was dancing and drinking and neck- ing with one of his favorite lovers. Since both of them lived at home with their parents, they had never really had the opportunity to make love the way they wanted to, and Mike's tale got Susan into a highly erotic condition. She, right away, made suitable arrangements with one of her girl friends, and then phoned her parents to say she'd be at her friend's cottage for the weekend - with her friend's mother, of course. That done, Mike and Susan danced and drank and necked long into the morning hours, and then took off for Mike's home in his little car. Arriving there, they staggered up to Mike's parent's bedroom, with its king-size bed, and fell into each others arms on top of the coverlet. Slowly, tenderly, they undressed each other and, naked, crawled under the covers. They kissed each other on the lips, and Susan slid her hands over the muscles on Mike's chest and abs and glutes and slid down under the covers and let her lips retrace the path her hands had taken. She kissed his nipples and, when they stood up high, she nibbled on them and then she bit them hard, and Mike screamed in pain and pleasure, and his penis rose past its drunken stupor and stood strong and thick and long while Susan impaled herself on its creamy, oozing hardness. She pressed down hard with the tight, pulsing walls of her vaginal tunnel, as she slid her forefingers into the tight, flexed ring of his annus, and her tongue went deep into the depths of his mouth, and he groaned and shook and came in a massive, muscle-wrenching orgasm that left him a limp, almost unconscious mass with fluids pouring uncontrollably from his mouth, his ass, and his penis. Susan held him tightly against every curve of her soft, smooth body until she, too, shuddered and shook in the throes of the violent and gushing eruptions of her own massive orgasm. She screamed and roared and laughed and cried, and she slid away from the inert, flacid body in the bed beside her, and then she went to sleep. Tina, in the meantime, had rushed to fulfill her own fantasy - and that was not hard. A phone call to a sports equipment shop, a long and fruitful discussion with the manager, and in no time at all, a van pulled into her driveway and two hefty body-building types emerged. After making sure they had the right house, they unloaded, and carried into the basement playroom, bundle after bundle of heavy equipment and bars and weights. They assembled the equipment into machines and benches and racks, loaded the weights onto the bars, and then brought one last carton into the kitchen. "These are the supplements and steroids you ordered." said one of the men, sweating from the back-breaking labour, "But who is going to make use of all this. Is your dad a top body-builder? He must be. I can't think of anyone else who could use this heavy stuff." Tina grinned. "Hell, no. I'm going to use it all myself." The men laughed at this uproarious joke and left, still smiling. But it wasn't a joke - not by a long shot. Tina checked out the equipment, loaded the bars and machine to the level she wanted, and then checked out the steroids and supplements. "Well," thought Tina, "I might as well get started. First the steroids, and then the weights." And so she did. After her first massive dose of steroids and supplement, and a light healthy dinner to finish, the fifteen-year-old girl, already a fantastic physical specimen, went into the weightroom (previously known as the playroom) and started her first workout with her new equipment. Tina had long ago developed some of her muscles, massively, by chinning and crunching, and, with the new weights, she would develop the rest of her physique to the same fantastic level. Bench presses, to develop her triceps and pecs; squats, to develop her back and glutes; curls to develop her arms and wrists; and toe raises for her feet and ankles. She had a plan worked out for a great overall development - and it was a good one. As she finished her first workout, and it was a long, arduous one that lasted well past mid- night, she realized that some new muscles were indeed being worked and tested, and she was as stiff as a board and hurting where she never had hurt before. A hot shower, and then a cold shower, made her feel a lot better and she crawled into bed to die, just before Mike and Susan staggered into the house. She never heard a sound. Next morning, Tina was up at the crack of dawn, completed a full two-hour workout, then went outside and ran for four miles before sitting down to breakfast. After eating, which included a full dose of supplements, she went downstairs and continued her workout. Three more solid hours of gut-wrench- ing exercise, then a shower, and up for lunch. Here, for the first time, Tina met Susan. Mike and Susan had finally crawled out of bed, and saun- tered down for brunch. It was a bit of a shock for Tina since she didn't know there was anyone else in the house. She was glad she had thrown on a loose dressing-gown, after her shower, to come up to eat. Mike introduced the two girls, and announced that Susan was going to be his guest for the weekend. Tina was not particularly thrilled, but accepted the situation as a fait accompli. She would, however, want to talk to Mike before he brought any more of his female friends home to spend the night. Tina thought Susan looked sexy and curvy in all the right places, and had big tits, but she looked fatter than fit, and she also looked too experienced with men to be a suitable girl (woman?) for Mike to be going out with. Mike was certainly going to get a talking to! After lunch, Tina went back downstairs to the weightroom, and Mike and Susan went off somewhere, probably to the bedroom to do whatever came naturally to them. They went out somewhere for dinner and apparently spent the rest of the weekend in bed, since Tina never saw Susan again. In fact, it was not until suppertime the next night that Mike appeared anywhere in the public eye. He was sharply dressed as he sat down to eat a meal Tina had prepared, and he was obviously set to tour the hotspots once more. Tina had other ideas. "Mike, your life is your own, and I don't give a damn who you screw, but I DO care who you bring into this house. Listen, and listen good! Don't bring another woman here to sleep. Sleep with whoever you want outside this house, but don't bring anyone else here. Got that!" "Whoa, little sister! I'll bring anyone I like into this house and you can't do a damn thing about it. So screw you!" "I can't, eh? I'll tell you what I'll do! If you bring another of your whores here, I'll pick her up by the scruff of the neck and heave her right out the door. And maybe I'll toss you out right after her." "Why, you conceited little bitch! Who do you think you are? I have a good mind to take down your pants and give you a good hiding for talking to me like that. In fact, maybe I'll do just that right now." And Mike got out of his chair and strode over to where Tina was sitting at the table. "Wait, Mike. Not here. If we tussle here things will get broken. Let's go downstairs where there's enough room for you to spank me properly - IF you can." "IF I can! OK, c'mon down and we'll see whether I can or not." And Mike led the way down to the 'playroom', and looked around in amazement at the way it was now set up. "Hah! Look at this! You must really figure you're an athlete or something. A good spanking will take some of that out of you. And I owe you for our last little episode, as well. So two birds with one stone, little girlie." Tina was wearing slacks and a cotton sweatshirt, with sandals on her bare feet. As the two of them walked into the weightroom, Tina kicked off her sandals and turned to face Mike. Mike had a wide grin on his face. 8 inches taller than his sister, 50 lbs. heavier, three years older, and captain of the school wrestling team, he was just wondering whether or not to take down Tina's panties before he spanked her. That was his only concern as he walked over to seize his young sister by the arms. Tina was not at all concerned. She knew how strong she was, so the differ- ence in height and in weight didn't bother her at all and, with her black belt in karate, she had no fear of any wrestling holds he might try to apply. Her big brother was in for another surprise. When Mike grabbed Tina, she just stood there, braced on both feet but not resisting in any way. Then he tried to spin her around to grab her from the rear, to bend her over his knee, but things went wrong for him right then. She didn't spin. Instead, one of her feet circled behind his knees, she seized his wrists in her hands and she twisted toward the leg that was around his knees. Off balance, unable to step backwards, he fell heavily to the ground on his back. Momentarily stunned, he felt strong hands seize an arm and a leg and flip him over onto his face. His wrists were seized again and his arms were twisted into a hammerlock, his hands fully secured, up behind his neck, in one of Tina's. Her other hand grabbed hold of his belt and hoisted his ass high off the ground. Carrying him over to a bench, she slid one of her legs under his waist and the other over his legs, and sat down on the bench, still holding him in a painful hammerlock with one hand. With her other hand, she loosened his belt, unzipped his slacks, and slid them down his legs to where she had them trapped by her leg. Then she slid his shorts down the same way, controlling his physical struggles with the hammerlock, and completely ignoring his screams of rage. Then, with her weight-toughened strong right hand, she started to spank his bare bottom. His shouts of anger, mixed with frustration, slowly changed to cries of pain as the strokes on his bare ass grew harder and harder. Then Tina started to really bear down as she spanked her big brother, and his cries turned to tears as he pleaded for her to stop. "Please, Tina, please stop. I'll do anything you say. I'll be good, I promise. Oh God! Please, please, stop hitting me. Stop spanking me. Please." And his tears flowed over his cheeks as he sobbed uncontrollably, now - not in anger or frustration - but purely in pain and terror. Tina stopped. The experience of physically controlling her bigger, older brother, and doing it so completely without effort, was resulting in a surge of erotic excitement that built up inside her. Waves of sexual seizures rippled throughout her body and climaxed in a tremendous orgasmic upheaval that spasmed every muscle in Tina's tre- mendous physique, and threw her to the ground in a helpless, moaning heap. Tina lay there, completely exhausted by the passion of the orgasm, all thoughts of Mike completely erased from her mind. She just lay, overcome by the wonder of sex, and slowly collected her thoughts and her feelings. This had been, after all, only her second orgasm in the fifteen years of her life, and she was now beginning to like them. They were the most exciting, wonderful, glorious feelings she had ever experienced. And she wanted more! Mike lay forgotten on the floor by Tina's feet, recovering from the licking he had taken at the hands of his muscular young sister. He still could not credit that it was her powerful physique and massive muscle structure that had beaten him so easily. Like the last time, it must have been some kind of trick, and he was now getting angry at himself for caving in so readily and bursting into tears the way he had. He had already rationalized away the intense pain that had brought him to a blubbering surrender, even when he pulled his shorts up over his searing ass. Just tensing his glutes brought tears to his eyes and he slid his slacks off his legs rather than pull them, too, over his painful rear. He became aware of Tina's sexual struggles and final physical collapse, and quickly grasped the whole sit- uation. Suddenly. thoughts of revenge flooded into his head - and now was his chance. Ignoring his imagined physical superiority (THAT had failed him twice already, because of her tricks!), he quickly scanned the room for some means of securing her, and spotted the ropes that had been around equipment when it was delivered. He grabbed those and speedily bound his unresisting sister's wrists and ankles, tying them together to make doubly sure she would remain completely helpless and under his control. And then he sat, or rather, for obvious reasons, lay back on the bench to wait. Tina slowly recovered, with a self-satisfied feeling and a smug grin on her face, until she realized she was bound hand and foot and completely imm- mobilized. "Christ! What now? Did that stupid brother of mine do this? God, will he never learn? I guess I'll just have to teach him a lesson he won't forget. Now, how am I going to do that, all tied up like this? I guess I'll figure something out." and she looked up from her examination of her bonds to see the leering face of her brother watching her every move. Tina grinned up at him. "Hi, big brother, how does your ass feel? I notice you're not sitting on it. Did I hurt your poor itty-bitty bottom? So sorry, big brother, but you have such a nice ass that I just couldn't help myself. It looked so nice, all red and hot, and such a nice contrast to your big, teary eyes and your blubbering mouth that I wanted to kiss it all better. Maybe I'll do that yet, and maybe I won't stop at your fiery hot cheeks, but let my long hard tongue slide into the oozing ring of your rectum, and watch your cock swell and get long and hard. It will need some warm, tight pussy to make it stop aching, and you know where you can get that. Hot, creamy lips of a smooth, pulsing cunt that is still virgin and tight, and waiting for a long, hard prick to drive into it and to break its cherry with a gush of blood and a squeeze that's so hard you'll cry and laugh at the same time before you come in a magnificent burst of creamy goo that will gush from my cunt and cover my belly until I come in an orgasm that will drive us both right up to heaven. Ooh, I can hardly wait to feel your massive weapon right up inside me. Oohh, let me start now to cool the hot and flaming cheeks of your ass. Please, Mike, slip off your shorts and kneel down in front of me so my breath can cool your sweating cheeks and my tongue can loosen the tight, hot ring of your asshole. Please, Mike?" And Mike, entranced by the vision young, sexy Tina had painted for him, did just that. The utter idiot! So he slipped off his shorts annd kneeled down with his back to Tina, and Tina twisted around so she was sitting facing him with her bound wrists and ankles between his knees. She leaned forward and blew her soft breath over his flaming ass, cooling his hot skin and making him moan with pleasure and relief - for just a while! A very short while that lasted only until Tina rocked back on her haunches and let her bound wrists slide up his spread legs, and her powerful hands seized his hanging balls and squeezed! Mike screamed, his hot ass forgotten in the terrible pain that spread like lightning through his guts, his chest, his arms and his legs, and he collapsed flat om his face on the ground, writhing in agony. Tina grinned to herself. The first part was done. " God! How can my big, muscular brother be so dumb?" she thought, "His brain must be muscle-bound as well. The rest is going to be easy." And it was. First, Tina slackened her grip on her brother's balls just enough to let him stop screaming, and told him, "Mike, just reach down and untie these ropes. You tied 'em, you can untie them. Or else I'll start squeezing again - this time quite hard!" Mike groaned, but he untied the ropes around Tina's wrist and ankles. Tina slid under his body, still with a firm grip on his balls until they were right over her face. The soft downy bush of her developing pubic mound was then right under his mouth and she spread apart her strong, muscular legs and then tightened them hard around his encaptured head. He yelped in pain as the striated muscles of her thighs compressed his skull as she held him completely immobilised. Then, and only then, did she let go his bruised balls and turn her attention to his long, limp cock. After being spanked to tears, having his balls sqeezed to death, and now lying on top of his small sister with his head being crushed between her rock-hard thighs, his cock was certainly limp! There was no part of it - or him - that now had the slighest interest in sexual activity of any sort. But that was not the case with Tina. She had completely dominated her brother in a one-sided wrestling encounter and a painful (to him!) spanking that led her to the most erotic orgasm she had ever had in her life, and now she had him cowering in her grip in a position that just cried out for more domination - sexual, this time! And she wasn't going to let it pass - no matter how he felt! Slowly, Tina put both her hands behind Mike's head and forced it down closer to her crotch until his lips came into contact with hers, and then she told him, "Lover, baby. Just lick my cunt until I come. C'mon stick your tongue in and go to work." She accompanied her instructions with a sqeeze of the massive muscles in her thighs until Mike's head began to ring and his tongue shot out like a piston. He thrust it in and out and around in the soft, creamy opening of her vagina, until, in spite of his pain and aching balls, he began to get sexually aroused and his cock, no longer long and limp, started to rise to the occasion. His hands, now free, curled around the cheeks of Tina's ass and he pressed his face even tighter into the soft cunt that encircled his hard and questing tongue. Tina's legs relaxed - they were no longer needed to inspire her brother - and her hands left his head to slide over his glutes and slowly spread them apart. Her fingers pressed against the rigid anal ring of his rectum and gently ran around the tight muscular ridges. To moisten those ridges just a little, Tina thrust her fingers into her mouth and covered them with her flowing saliva. After that, sliding those fingers past Mike's tensed anus was a little easier, and the first forefinger found its way inside his now-oozing asshole. A second forefinger followed, then another finger from both hands, then those fingers went deeper and deeper until they encountered the soft material that oozed out past her fingers and ran down the crack of his ass over Tina's forehead. For some ungodly reason, Tina didn't seem to care. With his tongue in her cunt and her fingers in his ass, Mike's cock was now swelling to a majestic dimension. Long and thick and hard as a steel rod, it was now ready for action and Mike was ready to fuck - or be fucked. He didn't much care which! But Tina was not yet ready to let Mike off the hook. She, too, was aroused almost beyond endurance, but she still wanted to make sure Mike knew who was boss here. She didn't want a battle whenever she told him to do some- thing; when she said, "Jump!", all she wanted to hear from him was, "How high?" and they were pretty close to that, but a little reinforcement wouldn't hurt, Besides, she was still a virgin! Tina took her fingers out of Mike's oozing asshole and, with her hands on his hips, lifted him about a foot in the air. His rampant penis now sprang into eager action. Slowly, Tina lowered her brother, and his massive weapon, down until the tip of his penis touched her lips. She opened her mouth to let the engorged cock slide past her teeth into the back of her throat, and there she stopped. Running her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the member in her mouth, she felt it throb and harden even more. Her lips tightened around the stem and she let her hot breath fill her mouth. The heat in her mouth made the rigid cock twist and turn until she felt it enter the passageway to her stomach, and then she lowered her brother still more, driving the head of his hard rod deep inside her throat, deep, deep inside until the base of his cock rested against her lips and his balls were pressed against her forehead. She could feel the length and thickness of his entire cock inside her throat and when she worked the muscles of her throat, the sensation against the skin of his cock drove him right up the wall and into a sexual frenzy. He erupted in a violent ejaculation into Tina's mouth and his stomach contracted from the strain and he vomited into Tina's cunt, and then he passed out completely on the floor. God, what a mess! Tina rested for a few minutes, then got out from under the unconscious body of her brother, stripped off her clothes, and took a shower. She admired, in the dressing room mirror, the massive physique with the hard and striated muscle structure that she had built with seven arduous years of hard work and driving ambition, and which was now paying off in spades as she realized that her physical and mental control over her bigger, older brother was absolute and complete. She sighed. She was still a virgin at fifteen, but she was sure that condition would soon come to an end. So she went into the weightroom and picked up the limp, inert body of her brother and gave him a thorough scrubbing in the shower. He needed it! Then she dried him off, lifted him up in her arms and carried him up to his bed. Then she went down to her own bed and fell fast asleep. Next morning, Tina wakened bright and eager, jumped out of bed, and trotted into the weightroom. She ran through a full set of her exercises, ran her four miles, had a quick breakfast, worked out for three more hours, and then bounded up the stairs to waken Mike. Mike, too, had had a good night's sleep and when Tina shook him awake, he felt rested and fit again. Then the events of yesterday came flooding back into his mind. "Wow!" he thought, "This kid's good! I've never EVER had an erection like I had last night, or such a tremendous ejaculation. I think I just exploded inside her stomach, and then I died. I don't know how I got up here into my bed. I'm sure that kid couldn't carry me. Could she? My god! If she did...." And Mike stared at his little sister sitting on the foot of his bed with her knees up and her arms curled around them. She was watching his every move and really looking at the way his muscles flexed under the covers, especially when the covers rose in a peak just above his hips. Then Mike realized he was stark naked under the covers, and that his cock was rising all on its own as his eyes took in his sister's physique. She was wearing her usual workout clothes - a cut-off sleeveless t-shirt that exposed her thick, sloping traps and bulging delts and showed off her softball-sized biceps and deeply-cut triceps, and ragged shorts cut high on the sides to reveal her striated glutes and massive thighs. She wore no shoes and her deep-cut calves ran into strong ankles and tendonous feet and toes. Tina grinned as she saw her brother's unwilling erection raise a tent in the covers, and Mike blushed red as a beet at this obvious demonstration of his schoolgirl sister's erotic effect on his sexual organs - and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to control it! "Beat it, kid. A man's bedroom is no place for a youngster. I want to get dressed and you shouldn't be here." "No?" grinned Tina, "Well, who do you think put you to bed last night? And who scrubbed the shit off you in the shower, and dried you off, and carried you up here to bed? And who do you think kissed your cock goodnight and tucked you under the covers? Your cock didn't kiss me back, by the way. I think it was pretty exhausted. But maybe it has a good morning kiss for me now. It seems to be standing up. How about it, brother?" Mike just didn't know what to say. He had considered himself a sophist- icated man of the world, at ease with any kind of woman in any situation, and here his little sister was embarassing him all to hell with her sexy talk and her obvious intimate knowledge of his sexual physiognomy, a know- ledge that gave him the feeling she knew him better than he knew himself. And she was still a virgin - at least, she said she was. And at fifteen, she'd better be! So he didn't say a thing. But he looked. When he made no reply to her questions, Tina grinned and stretched up and out. She sat up straight on the bed and raised her arms high above her head and just stretched. She flexed her biceps and stretched her lats out to the side like huge rippling wings, and she pushed back her shoulders so her striated pecs pushed her small but perfectly shaped breasts straight out like head- lights. Her bulging deltoids led to her deeply-cut triceps and her biceps looked like softballs with a baseball right on top of each of them. Her forearms rippled and swelled from powerful-looking wrists to meet her flexing biceps. Under her breasts, her chest curved in to a sinewy waist and her abdominal muscles moved like flat plates of steel under tanned and silky skin. Mike's eyeballs bulged, and his mouth dropped open and he started to drool from his slack lips. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing! Christ! No wonder this kid, this younger, smaller GIRL could handle him like a child. She had muscles like he wouldn't believe! Wow! And Tina was not yet finished. With her upper body still tensed and flexed, she straightened her legs, and with no help from her arms, she stood up straight on the bed. And now Mike saw her legs. Thick, rock-hard thighs, swelling wide above her knees with deep, sharp valleys cutting across them. Her calves were monstrous, deep diamonds of muscle narrowing to sinewy ankles and the powerful tendons of her small, perfect feet. The sight of his sister standing there, a monument of muscle, overcame Mike and he ejaculated, a tremendous, exhausting, exhilarating ejaculation that left him helpless, lying on his back in a pool of sweat. Tina looked at her brother, lying flat on his back in a pool of sweat - or in a pool of something, it didn't matter what. "Christ! This is no good at all. I have an orgasm and then he ejaculates, then I come and he comes, but we don't do it together. And I'm STILL a virgin! Somehow, I've got to get that monstrous weapon inside of me while it's still strong and thick and hard enough to really screw me. I guess I'm going to need his help, and maybe I can make him like it. If he likes it enough, maybe he'll want to do it again. God! I hope so! I'm really getting to like the look and feel of that hot, hard hunk of meat and I want it so much I could puke. I've just got to get it!" Tina sat down to think. Mike lay there on his bed, all wet and sticky underneath the sheet, and blushed beet-red in embarrassment at having been so completely overcome at the sight of his kid sister's fantastic physique. He was about to shout in anger and frustration when Tina touched her fingers to his lips. "Hey, Mike, don't worry about a little thing like that. I'm just pleased you like the look of my body. I should be - I've spent enough time and effort devel- oping it. And I like the look of yours, too. You've got a great build for a guy your age." Tina grinned, "I know. I've seen you stripped! And I've held you in my arms. And - but maybe I shouldn't tell you this - I've kissed your cock as it lay small and limp across your belly. To tell the truth, Mike, I'd rather kiss it when it's standing up straight and hard and thick, like it was now just before you came. Maybe, if you rest awhile, it will recover. Now I'm going downstairs to workout for a couple of hours. See you later." And the fifteen-year old girl grinned again and left. Mike sat up in the bed amazed. He'd just been propositioned by his kid sister, for Christ sake! And the thought of having sex with that great body made his cock just stand on end. "Oh no! Not again! I'm going to have to relax. Or I won't be able to get hard enough to penetrate a mud puddle - and she IS a virgin. My God! My first cherry, and with my own sister! I'd better do it right. Or else she'll break my ass - and that won't be all she'll break." Mike was finally realizing that his sister's dominance over him was not just the result of tricks or luck, but a matter of pure unadulterated muscle - and he was getting not to mind that at all. OK, so he'd rest till suppertime, and then he'd be set to go. As he was about to rise to dress for supper, Tina walked into his room. She was still in her workout garb, and it was soaking with sweat from a complete and exhausting workout. Just off the heaviest weights, she herself was glis- tening from head to foot with perspiration coating her pumped-up muscles. Every muscle of her tremendous physique was bulging and ripped and striated, and she glowed like a Greek god peering down from Mt. Olympus. Mike's eyes popped and he buried his head in the bedclothes - if he looked any longer at that vision of superb musculature, he was going to blow his cool again - and that would not be all! His muffled voice, from under the covers, said, "Hi." "Hi, Mike. I've just heard there's a touring pro wrestling show in town to- night. You'll be interested in that, and you can explain the fine points to me. How about we go out for chinese, and then to the wrestling match. My treat. Maybe, if it's not too late, you could take me dancing afterward. I know you're a great dancer, but I'm not too bad, and it might be fun. OK?" "Sure, kid. That's a great idea! By the time we're showered and dressed, it'll be time to go. See you downstairs." And, as Tina turned to go, Mike's head came from under the covers to take a long, lingering look at the massive muscular structure that rippled over the back of his young sister. He groaned in envy, then got up to get ready to go out. Mike and Tina left together for a Chinese restaurant, Mike in his fancy dancing duds, and Tina in a long-sleeved satin shirt and loosely fitting slacks tucked into cowboy boots. They made a good-looking couple at the table in the restaurant, and in one of the first few rows at the wrestling match. The chinese was good, the wrestling was fast and exciting, though Mike pooh- poohed it as being fake. "The choreography is pretty good, though." but he did explain the holds used and the counter-holds used and that could be used, and Tina found that even more exciting than the wrestling itself. Her black belt in Karate helped, but wrestling was another discipline and Tina wanted to know all about that, too. She realized she was very much into body-to- body contact sports, and with her strength and physique, that meant she could only compete with male opponents. And the only available male opponent right now was Mike. At least he wouldn't blab all over the place about just how strong she was - she could make sure of that! But the idea of wrestling with him, body to body, was pretty erotic. Especially if they weren't mad at each other. After the wrestling matches, they were both pretty hoarse from screaming for their favorites. "OK," said Mike, "let's go to another noisy place, but where somebody else is making the noise." and he drove them to a huge hall on the North Highway. It had a big parking lot now, at midnight, almost full up. A wild band was playing its heart out, and when it took a break, a wurlitzer took over. The crowd was young and energetic, and looked like mostly college kids. "For Christ sake, Tina, don't say you're my sister. I'd never live it down - taking my sister to a dance." Tina grinned and agreed - for reasons of her own. They got a table, and a waitress brought them beer, and they started to dance. Mike was a great dancer and Tina, while not that great, had a good sense of rythm and all of the energy in the world, so they danced and danced and they found they got along together like a pair of pros. Mike was delighted and so was Tina. They danced the fast numbers and the fancy numbers until they were both drenched with sweat. As the crowd thinned out in the not-so-wee small hours, the band played more slow pieces and, instead of resting, the two just shook off their shoes and kept right on dancing. When the music speeded up again, they left their shoes off and they still kept on dancing. At last, when dawn was breaking and the crowd was gone and the band stopped playing, the two dancers hung together in the middle of the floor, their clothing just sodden rags clinging to their backs. They were exhausted and happy and in love. And there was no place to go but home. Mike drove them home, and they staggered up to their beds, much too tired for thoughts of sex to even enter their heads. But as they split to go into their separate rooms, their arms went around each other's necks, and their lips came together and they kissed goodnight, a long sensuous kiss that ended with a sigh and a promise for a very interesting tomorrow. Next morning, Tina awoke at her usual hour, refreshed and alert after a short but deep night's sleep, and completed a full set of her exercises and a fast four mile run. Then she took a long, relaxing shower and, in no hurry at all, dried leisurely and thoroughly. She then carefully shaved every hair from under her arms and from over her pubic mound, and powdered her body from head to toe and freely slathed on her mother's most expensive perfume. Combing her hair straight back from her forehead, she slid into her mother's sexiest nightgown, and then covered it with her own loose cotton bathrobe. Her bare feet silent on the stairs, she climbed to her brother's bedroom. Mike was still out like a light. Tina silently looked at her older brother, sleeping soundly on his side. She stroked her fingers through his hair and, as he brushed away her hand with his, she slid her fingers softly over his chest, brushing his nipples, now erect and hard, with the tips of her thumbs. Mike groaned and murmured and tried to roll away, but Tina's lips replaced her fingers, and her teeth gently squeezed his now turgid nipples, and he cried out in an exotic sort of wail. His mind was still asleep but his body was becoming wide awake. Tina's hand slid down the muscular wall of his belly until it encountered the rising, hardening, thickening rod of his cock, and there it stopped. Her hand surrounded and gently squeezed the rising penis and held it firmly as it hardened to a eight-inch pillar of steel that was so thick her fingers couldn't close around it. Mike was well hung! As Mike groaned again, Tina retreated. Her hand left his cock and her teeth stopped teasing his tits and her tongue flicked like a snake's around his eyes and ears. And now his brain was waking up. His eyes opened and he smiled as he saw Tina standing there in her loose robe, her hands sedately by her sides. "Wow! Tina, I think I've just had an erotic dream. I don't feel anything, but I've got a hard-on you wouldn't believe. Ooh, it hurts! And boy! Do you smell good! In fact, you smell lots better than you look in that tatty old gown. Why don't you take it off? If you're cold, you can slip under the covers with me." "Well, maybe I will." and putting action to words, she slid the gown down from her shoulders, loosened her belt, and let the gown slide over her hips to the floor. Mike's eyes popped almost right out of their sockets. There, in front of him, stood the apparition of a Greek god, muscled from head to toe, clad only in a diaphanous gown that barely covered the tops of her rippling thighs. "Holy Jesus!" Mike stuttered, "You l-look like a G-greek g-god, standing there. What have you done to yourself? God! Come into bed beside me before I come right here on the sheets." "OK, big brother, whatever you say." grinned Tina, and she slid her silk-clad body into the bed beside the naked body of her brother. She slipped her arms around his chest and pulled herself over on top of him. Her lips closed with his and their mouths embraced in a deep, moist kiss. He wanted to hold her tighter to him, but her arms were wrapped around his and he lay helplessly on his back as her teeth, and then her tongue, forced open his willing mouth and played wetly with his tongue, and then her tongue slid down his throat until he only stopped himself from gagging by relaxing his muscles completely and accepting her writhing tongue fully and deeply within his saliva-soaked throat. He groaned helplessly, but he now had other matters on his mind. Tina was gently rubbing her silken gown against his breasts and his abdomen, and the sensation was driving him wild. His nipples rose and hardened, and his penis stiffened and thickened and just kept getting longer until he cried out in pain and pleasure. Tina's hands softly stroked his balls and the sensitive underside of his cock until a creamy liquid flowed from the tip and covered all of his massive iron-hard weapon right to its base. Tina's free hand transferred this slippery fluid onto her labial lips and into her now eagerly waiting vaginal cavity - and then she was ready! Tina placed her hands on her big brother's hips and lifted herself up in the air. She slid her legs between his and opened them wide apart, spreading his legs and letting his long and rigid cock stand free. With one hand, she guided that monstrous weapon into her slimy cavity, then gently lowered her torso onto Mike's. The cock went in, straight and true, further and further until its passage was barred by a solid wall. Tina was now perspiring like a pig, with the effort of controlling that huge prick on its way inside her, and with the excitement and passion of knowing her cherry was about to burst and that, at fifteen, she would no longer be a virgin. Now, it was about to happen! First, quickly, she flexed her vaginal walls and, as she felt Mike get even more rigid, she thrust her hymen against the end of his cock until she felt her cherry rip wide open, and Mike plunge wholly into the opened cavity. Mike screamed! With his mouth and his throat full of Tina's tongue, he screamed from the bottom of his lungs. The scream forced its way past the writhing tongue, past the encircling lips, into Tina's ears and brain - and she knew that, for the rest of her life, she'd have a slave! Her brother had been the first one to screw her, he had broken her cherry, he had taken her virginity - and now he was hers, body and soul. Why? How? Who knew! They just both knew it to be so! And after that they rested. But not for long. Tina recovered first, and she suddenly realized she knew what she liked. She liked sex. She liked having wild orgasms. She liked having a man's cock deep inside her. And, especially, she liked to dominate, thoroughly and completely, the man at the end of the cock! And she knew she could do all these things. So she did! Tina lay quiet on her brother's lax body, then she started to move. Gently at first, her breasts rubbed against his through the silken gown. And his nipples rose and got hard and swollen. Then the walls of her vagina pulsed against the sensitive skin of his cock and its hardness got even harder. HIs throat lapped by her tongue, his nipples swollen and turgid, his cock enclosed in her pulsing cunt, and now, at last, her fingers slid between the loosening ring of his annus - and he blew! A tremendous pulsating orgasm that shot every ounce of cream, every shot of saliva, and every lump of shit that was in him out in one fiery blast that was matched by a massive contraction of every muscle in Tina's fantastic physique that lifted her right off her brother's body and propelled his now dead penis right out of its capturing cave. The bed shook and nearly collapsed under the force of the double orgasmic eruption and then all was still. " Wow!" thought Tina, "We must do this again sometime. But first, a shower." She crawled out of the bed and staggered into the shower and turned it on, full-force, icy cold. It took a few minutes, but finally she emerged again a whole woman. Then she spied herself in the mirror and was totally amazed at the sight she saw. Amazed and disturbed because she helplessly fell in love with the image looking out of the mirror. There, in the misty mirror, was a magnificently-muscled Greek god with curly hair and rippling abs and thighs that bulged with valleyed muscles and lats that spread like wings of power that lead to biceps that rose and swelled and rose again. And all of that reflected fantasy clad in a gown of sheer silk that clung to his body like an erotic dream. Tina stared - and gasped - and fell in love again. A goddess in love with a god! Continued in Part 3