We're Back In the Closet Again-Part 2
By Wanderer
Continuing the saga of Frank, Jim, and Frank's little sister.


Copyright 2001 by Wanderer


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws
in your country forbid you to do so. Any similarity to actual persons,
living or dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.



I couldn't believe it-we're both men, four years older than my sister,
taller, heavier, but my little twerp sister had outmuscled both of us! And
at the same time! Two against one and we couldn't take her down! In the
meantime for the next two days I had to listen to Jim lamenting the
situation. "I could have had her, I could have beat her, she just caught me
by surprise! I spent all last year getting ready for just this moment, I
spent five days a week in the gym, I know I can outmuscle her, I just blew
it!" And on and on like that.


Secretly I was thinking to myself, "You didn't have a snowball's chance in
hell, you dumb ass, you think she's been sitting on her butt all year
waiting for you to come beat her up? I'll bet she's done more weightlifting
than you have. You've been studying for your MBA, she's waltzing her way
through Sociology. If anything, her biceps are probably bigger and harder
than last year. You've got no chance, you dumb shit. She'll cream you
provided you don't cream in you pants first!" But did I say anything? Hell,
no, I'm not going to jeopardize my chances for a good job with a Fortune
500 company. Instead I said, "Don't worry, Jim, you'll get your chance-
she's not going to keep us in here forever."


Nothing to eat, nothing to drink, we spent what seemed like an eternity in
the hall closet, but it was only two days. Nevertheless, for two guys who
are used to eating three square meals a day it took all the fight out of
us. Finally, when Maddy opened the door, we were very docile and humble.


"Please,  Maddy, some water, maybe something to eat, we're starving," I
pleaded.


"Well, being a kindhearted person (Yeah, right, I'm thinking to  myself,
but I was too scared to say anything) I'm going to let you two guys go to
the refrigerator and get something to eat and drink. I'll give you exactly
fifteen minutes and then I want you to get busy cleaning up around the
house. I hate a pigsty and nothings been done around here since mom and dad
left. I certainly wasn't going to do it, I waited for you guys. Vacuum, get
the cobwebs, mow the lawn, sweep the walkway, clean the pool, wash my
undies and prepare my dinner. After that the two of you smelly bums can
shower-what were doing in that closet anyway-jacking each other off? And if
you have any time left I'll let you watch television. But you have to be in
bed by midnight because I have lots more housework planned for you
tomorrow."


I had resigned myself to obeying Maddy's orders-I knew it was hopeless to
protest-but I could see Jim blanch. I knew that as James Pettigrew
Witherington III he was used to giving orders, not taking them. I knew it
wouldn't be long before he would rebel. Besides which I knew he had been
plotting a confrontation all year long, and Maddy didn't know that, and I
wasn't about to tell her about it, either. I was hoping Jim could take her
down, I knew I couldn't, I wasn't even going to chance it. Jim was more
foolhardy. Having trained the entire school year for this moment he
resolved to make it happen. But he knew he needed some good bedtime rest
after two days in the closet, so we dragged ourselves through the chores
Maddy had lined up for us, watched some TV, and then dragged ourselves off
to bed where we both fell asleep immediately, exhausted.


The next morning around 8A.M. I'm awakened by the bedroom door opening. In
comes Maddy, and she climbs into bed with Jim! Now, as I get it later from
Jim, he doesn't even know what's happening. He's in the middle of a wet
dream-about Maddy! So she straddles him-he's already got an erection-puts a
condom over his penis, and inserts him into her, and takes him. She puts
her right hand under his butt and is lifting him into her rhythmically. In
the meantime Jim is mumbling "Oh, Maddy, that feels so good, oh, Maddy,
you're so strong, oh, Maddy don't ever stop, blah, blah." and so on. All of
a sudden he has this giant convulsion, and I can see Maddy is having an
orgasm too, she's screaming, and Jim wakes up with a start and he's all
confused as Maddy has rolled over to her side in the bed and she's holding
him tightly and he doesn't know where the hell he is except that he's just
had the absolute greatest wet dream of his life and he has his head buried
deep into the cleavage of Maddy's super size breasts and he can't see
anything or hardly hear anything.


"Wha.wha." he blubbers, and Maddy is saying "There, there Turdy baby, it's
all right, you're safe now, mama has got you in her big strong arms, and it
takes him like maybe ten minutes to relax and come back to his senses. He
likes his head being encircled by Maddy's superb breasts but he can't
figure out what in the hell just happened to him.


Later I explained it all to him, and he says "How come she let you watch,
Frank?"


"Well, you were under the covers and she says we probably jack each other
off anyway, so she says what's the difference. Besides, I like to see you
have fun," I smirked. Remembering that anything I had on him might help me
get a job in his dad's company. I mean, I saw him fuck my sister, how good
a piece of blackmail is that?


Maddy made us get up, make her breakfast, and then she went shopping-with
Jim's credit cards! I figured she'd be gone a long time so Jim and I
plotted out our strategy.


"Only thing I can think of is to beat her at her own game," Jim says. "How
about wrestling?"


"No," I say, "she dated a wrestler in high school until he was too
embarrassed to go out with her anymore, her muscles grew so much bigger
than his. I'll bet she knows all the moves and you've never wrestled in
your life."


"True," he said, "and I don't know anything about arm wrestling. It'll just
have to be weightlifting, I got very good at it in the last year. I'll just
challenge her tomorrow when she's working out by the pool. Let's start our
chores in the morning  after breakfast, you do the vacuuming and I'll mow
the lawn, then I'll clean the leaves out of the pool and while she's
working out I'll just saunter over and set it up."


"Good," I said, "she probably won't suspect anything, I haven't said a word
to her about how hard you've been working out at the gym. Wait until she
sees your new body pumped up."


So that's the way it went. The next morning I vacuumed the house and Jim
mowed the front lawn grass and then he goes out by the pool and starts
netting the fallen leaves while Maddy is setting up the weights for her
morning workout, one of her two-a-days.


She's warming up and setting up the bar. Today is her chest and back day
and she likes to start with the bench press. In the meantime she's still
got her sweats on because it's a cool morning and Jim has his work clothes
on.


"Want me to spot you, Maddy?" Jim says.


Maddy looks startled. "Sure, Jim, you think you're up to it?" A slight grin
flits across her beautiful face.


"Have no fear, my dear," a super confident James Pettigrew Witherington III
says, "your gallant knight is here to rescue you should you bite off more
than you can chew."


"Oh, is that so?" says Maddy, "what makes you so sure of yourself?"


This is Jim' chance. He whips off his work clothes, and he's standing there
clad in only his Jockey shorts, revealing his gleaming new body. Now Jim
has always had an athletic body, playing polo and badminton and lacrosse
and all that stuff, but with his weight training all year he had put on
twenty pounds of solid muscle, and his biceps now measured 16" instead of
14", and his legs, which were always a little spindly for his size, thanks
to his squats had ballooned from 18" to 22". Jim was looking mighty good as
he stood there almost buck naked, his body gleaming in the sun from a
little of the sweat from his morning chores. "Oooohhhh, you're looking
really good, honey," Maddy exclaimed, and Jim's chest puffed out with
pride.


"Of course I am, Maddy, and I want you to know that I'll always treat you
with dignity and respect."


"My, my, Jim, what's this, a proposal?" my sister queried, as I crossed my
fingers and offered up a silent prayer to God that she would say yes.
"Well.I guess it is," a blushing Jim said, "I hadn't meant to do it this
way, I meant for it to be more formal, but I guess this is as good a way as
any."


"Oh, sweetheart," Maddy said, "you are cute in a gooney sort of a way, and
I'm flattered by your offer, but I'm not sure I want to spend the rest of
my like with a man who's not as physically fit as I am."


Jim was chagrined and it showed on his face. He knew there were hundreds of
socially elite girls who would jump at the chance to marry him and his
family's billions, and here was his first proposal and he was being turned
down.


"B.b.but.I'm James Pettigrew Witherington III, don't you want me?" he
stuttered.


"Oh, it's not a question of wanting you, Turdy, anytime I want you I'll
take you, remember yesterday morning?" she giggled, "but how long is our
marriage going to last if I have to discipline you, like giving you time
out in the closet, or spanking you if you're especially bad? How are you
going to handle that? Is your ego going to be able to handle your wife
being stronger than you are? Having bigger muscles than you? Even if I
liked you enough to say yes, and maybe I do (I could see her blushing now),
you know the first time I have to beat you up you'll ask for a separation,
won't you, you know your ego couldn't handle it!"


"Well," Jim huffed, "I'll admit you're quite strong, quite the
weightlifter, but you see I've been doing a little training myself the last
year. How much were you bench pressing, 375? Well, my dear, you'll be happy
to know I can now outlift you! I can bench press 400 pounds! So there-how
do you like them apples?" he smirked.


Maddy just stood there, her mouth open. For once my voluble sister was
speechless. Jim had done a quick calculation-six 50 pound plates on the 45
pound Olympic bar, a total of 345 pounds, thirty pounds less than my sister
had been bench pressing last summer, and fiftyfive pounds under his
maximum.

"Here, let me show you, Maddy, I'll press that bar for you, and I'll do a
set of ten, too. We'll just see who's stronger!'


"B.b.but," Maddy stammered, but Jim stopped her. "Oh, shut up, kid, when
I'm finished here you'll understand that weightlifting is a man's game.
When a man puts his mind to it no woman is going to outlift him You're
doing 345? I'll do 400 and we'll see whose ego is fragile around here! Spot
me! If you can!" he commanded, and he quickly positioned himself under the
bar. "B.b.but." Maddy stammered again, but Jim quickly took command. "Shut
up and get over here!" he ordered her.


"Oh  well, O.K.," a resigned Maddy said, and she helped Jim maneuver the
bar off the liftoff posts behind the bench. After all, 345 pounds is hard
to position by yourself over your chest for the press. Maddy had her hands
on the bar near the center and Jim spread his hands outside hers to get the
proper grip. Maddy let go and the bar came crashing down on Jim's chest.


"Oh my God! Oh my God!" he was crying, "my God! Help me! Please help me! I
can't breathe! I can't breathe! Aaaarrrgghhh!" You could see the weight was
crushing his chest. Maddy just stood there, motionless, and I rushed over
to help, pushing Maddy out of the way.


"What happened, Jim, what happened?" I yelped at him as I tried to budge
the bar off his chest, but the two of us, him pushing and me pulling,
couldn't budge it. I was dumbfounded. Jim could bench press 400, and I, who
hadn't been training, could manage 150, and here we couldn't budge this 345
pounds off his chest. I could see my job with Jim's dad at his Fortune 500
company going out the window if Jim died of suffocation in my back yard. My
life was ruined!


All of a sudden I heard an exasperated "Oh for heaven's sake!" behind me
and my sister shoved me out of the way and easily lifted the bar off Jim's
chest and back to the liftoff posts. Jim staggered off the bench, gasping
for air, rubbing his aching chest.


"What happened, Jim, I thought you could do 400 pounds?" I asked.


"I know," a flustered Jim responded, "that's 345 and I couldn't handle it.
I don't know what's happened to me," he sobbed.


"Get out of the way, you dorks, let me show you great big macho males how a
woman handles it," said my nineteen year old sister, and she took off her
sweats.


First it was the pants. Well, if she had big thighs and calves when we last
saw her a year ago this year they almost defied description. She put her
shoulders under the bar, lifted it off the stand and began doing deep knee
bends with it. The muscles rippled across her thighs like some big cables,
so big and so prominent and so defined both  Jim and I stood there with our
mouths open and our penises coming to attention. Her thighs had to be at
least thirty inches, maybe thirty-two inches, and she punched out ten reps
easily with a weight both Jim and I couldn't together lift off his chest.
She racked the weight and then took off her sweat suit top.


This was the first time either of us had seen Maddy since last year. Her
stomach was flat as a board with a beautiful prominent six pack, and her
shoulders just rippled with muscle as she moved her arms to limber up. Her
pecs had extremely prominent striations and I could swear she had put at
least a couple more inches on her already massive 44DD chest. Suddenly I
realized something that both Jim and I had overlooked, although I had
considered it a possibility. Maddy hadn't stood still since last summer.
While Jim had spent the year working out so he could outshine Maddy she had
also engaged in her favorite sport-weightlifting! But why had Jim not even
been able to press the 345 pounds? Had he gotten self-conscious? Was there
too much at stake for him? He wanted Maddy's hand in marriage and he wanted
to prove himself to her. Were the stakes too great? Was he too nervous?


Meanwhile Maddy had positioned herself on the bench and we could see that
she was going to try to press the weight Jim had failed at. "No, Maddy,
it's too heavy,' Jim said, alarmed. We each rushed to opposite ends of the
bar but Maddy had already maneuvered it off the posts and brought it down
to her chest. And up it went!


"O.K., that's one," she said, "you guys count." But only she counted, we
were too stunned. "2.3.4., up to 10 she went while we both stood there,
watching in awe as her muscles expanded with the  effort and her chest
heaved up and down, expanding with each breath. Then she racked the weight.


"B.b.but.," stammered Jim, "I can press 400 and that's only 345, how come
you did it so easily, and I couldn't?" He seemed about to break into tears
as his voice broke.


"Because, you silly ass," Maddy responded, "those aren't iron plates,
they're the new diridium double weight plates. Each one is 100 pounds, not
50 pounds, imagine putting 12 fifty pound plates on the bar, it's hardly
long enough. This way with six plates and the bar I get a total of 645
pounds, that's 270 pounds more than I was doing last year! You see I
haven't been standing still. Last year my biceps were 22 inches, now I've
got them up to 25 inches and counting!" And my sister went into a double
biceps pose.


Well, it was unbelievable. I could see Jim's penis tenting his Jockey
shorts, and mine wasn't exactly flaccid, even if it was my sister. I guess
my dominant macho egotistical roommate really had the hots for my sister,
anything she did wasn't going to discourage him.


Maddy flexed both arms back and forth and we watched her biceps grow huge.
Jim couldn't resist, he had to feel them, and he went over to Maddy and put
his palm on the top of each bicep, squeezing and thumping on them as if
maybe they would deflate if he put enough pressure on them. My curiosity
got the better of me and I grabbed onto her right bicep myself.. God, it
was hard! And huge! I couldn't encircle it. No wonder she could bench press
645 pounds, and it was just a warm up weight for her squats!


Maddy's muscles had a strange allure for both of us, we were both tenting
our shorts. I could understand Jim, my sister was a beautiful blonde with a
magnificent chest, sexy, and she had already showed Jim a couple times what
a magnificent sexual partner she could be, but I didn't understand myself.
I never knew I liked muscles on a girl but it looked like it was a real
turn-on for me. I resolved that with my first paycheck from Jim's family's
Fortune 500 company I would make an appointment to see a psychiatrist. In
the meantime Maddy had noticed Jim's erection and now she took notice of
mine.


"What! Even my brother? Oh, you guys, we have to have a talk!" She grabbed
Jim and threw him over her shoulder. It was a ludicrous picture. This big
6' 2" guy held helpless over this 5'6" little girl's shoulder, his hands
practically touching the ground. She grabbed me by the belt of my shorts
and lifted me over her head! With one hand! Jim and his 6' 2" and 215
pounds slung helpless over one shoulder and my six feet and 190 pounds in
her right, and stood there by the pool, holding me overhead and studying
the fear on my face while I gazed down on that magnificent bosom from on
high.


"O.K., Maddy, Let's talk," I begged, scared to be held up that high over
her head. I mean, after all, the pool deck was hard concrete and if she
dropped me it could split my skull open. "Only please put me down first and
then we'll talk."


"Oh, not with you, my dopey weird brother, I think Jim and I have to have a
talk first, I'll talk to you later," and she heaved me out into the center
of the pool like one would throw one of those big beach balls. "In the
meantime just cool off brother!" was her parting shot to me.


Then Maddy strode toward the house with a helpless Jim thrown over her left
shoulder, and I could see his hands feeling her calves as they expanded
with the effort of carrying his 215 pounds. Jim always told me he was a leg
man first and foremost! Jim raised his head up as Maddy disappeared through
the door with her burden, and spotting me treading water a big blissful
smile came over his face and he gave me a big wink.  I heard Maddy say,
"Don't worry, honey, I won't hurt you.much," she giggled, then she carried
James Pettigrew Witherington III up the stairs to her room. For the rest of
the day and far into the night I heard moans, groans, screams (both male
and female), cries, shouts.I don't think my sister Maddy hurt my dear
friend Jim.too much.



Did Jim swallow his ego and propose again? Probably. Did Maddy say yes? Did
James Pettigrew Witherington III's family accept my sister as Jim's
fiancee? Would my middle class sister be socially acceptable? Would she
have to become anorexic to qualify? Could my sister learn to be demure and
submissive? Would my sister dare show a muscle to the Witherington family?
Would Mrs. Witherington faint? Would Mr. Witherington faint? Well, here's a
little hint. Jim did propose again that very night, he was having so much
fun in Maddy's bed. Or maybe it was because he was being smothered between
Maddy's 46DD's and he thought it might be the strategic thing to do at that
point. Who knows? I know but I ain't telling until next time. Look for
"Maddy Meets High Society" coming soon to your local PC (well, in a few
months, anyway).

But first, I meet the Witherington family and you remember Jim mentioning
to  me that he had a sister a year younger than my sister Maddy? Well,
guess what-I get to meet her, too!