My Aunt Cindy

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  for your replies. I've got the outline for a story in which Roberto gains the hot girlfriend, but I want to finish this arc first.

And Nicolai, that's very perceptive, but the story is told from Roberto's point of view and he might be forgiven for being slightly over-enthusiastic.

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[Edhellion]

BATTLE ON A GIANT SCALE
The gigantic beast standing in front of us raised its trunk into the air and trumpeted so loudly I felt my eardrums might tear.
'Isn't it a bit... big for a mammoth?' I asked my aunt.
'What? You think these creatures stopped evolving 12,000 years ago?'
'Oh, right,' I stammered, feeling a little stupid.
'Back then they were hunted by humans and they hardly lived beyond the age of 30.'
'Whereas the creature in front of us is...' I trailed off.
'Some two-hundred years old. And they just keep growing.'
'But if it's two-hundred years old, it has to be weak right? With brittle bones.'
'If you think there are mammoths with brittle bones, I should send you back to school!'
The creature now took a threatening step towards us, swinging its trunk to and fro and obviously trying to intimidate us. Of course I was hugely intimidated, but Aunt Cindy simply stood there and making her shoulders and neck crack. Much as I had faith in her, this mammoth looked really big. Wrestling a fifteen-foot tall Yeti would be nothing compared to fighting a mammoth that was twice as high and might weigh eight times as much. The mammoth started circling around a bit, seemingly aware that I was the weak link in this couple my aunt and me were forming.
'Please tell me you can handle this,' I whined in a panic.
'Oh I can handle a mammoth better than a whining cousin,' she answered.
I took the cue and mustered all my courage to stop my knees from shaking.
'Just stay behind me at all times,' Cindy said through clenched teeth. 'One hit with that trunk or a tusk and you're pulp.'
I had no doubt that she meant this literally, as I watched the large beast swaying to and fro, obviously looking for a weakness in Aunt Cindy's defense.
I was hoping there was none, but then the creature took a step forwards and Cindy responded by taking a step back. To my shame I had to admit that I was too slow to step away and she bumped into me, throwing me to the ground. The next thing I know is that the animal lurched forward and was looking for a way to step on me as I lay there on the ground. I closed my eyes as I saw the huge leg moving closer, ready to be squashed and regretting that this was the end of my acquaintance with my Aunt. Of course, you have gathered that since I'm writing this, I'm still alive and that was of course only thanks to Cindy's prodigious strength. Just as the leg was about to land on my head, she rammed into it, having a charging space of only some six or seven feet. It should have been impossible to gain enough momentum in such a short time and distance, but somehow Cindy managed it and with a dull thud, the leg was swerved away. The mammoth had three other legs with which to keep its balance, though, and I couldn't help but feel that I had really messed up.
I rolled away, too frightened that my legs might not carry me if I were to stand up and a moment later, the trunk swept along the space where I'd just been.
Then suddenly Aunt Cindy was hanging from the trunk, her massive arms having taken it into a kind of bear hug. The mammoth was now angered and swayed her around as if she were some rag doll, a situation in which I'd never expected Cindy to end up.
I wondered whether to the mammoth Cindy was no more than an annoying fly buzzing around its head, but if it thought so, it could not have been more wrong.
'Get out of the way!' she yelled to me as she flew past.
I did, but the mammoth hardly seemed to be paying me any attention anymore, busy as it was with the 450-pounds of muscle that were hanging from its trunk.
I stood at a safe distance, but not too far away so that I would be able to witness this spectacular battle between two forces of nature. Aunt Cindy was now slowly climbing up the trunk, still keeping it firmly clenched against her chest in a bear-hug which was sure to hurt the animal. I didn't know anything about mammoth physiognomy, like, for example, whether there were any bones within the trunk itself and whether a mammoth could breathe normally through its mouth.
Every now and then, as the trunk made a particularly sharp turn, I could see Cindy slipping down and I knew that if the elephantine creature could manage to shake her off, she'd be flying through the air like a cannon-ball, destroying everything she came into contact with. I looked around to see if there might be any weapon with which I could assist her, but I had no idea what could hurt such a creature.
The mammoth now moved towards a huge oak tree, probably hundreds of years old and with a circumference of at least twenty feet. Then it slammed Aunt Cindy into the tree and a shattering sound was heard, which I hoped didn't come from Cindy cracking some ribs. Fortunately, it was the tree which was making the noise and its upper part toppled over. Cindy had some scratches on her back now, but her shirt wasn't torn only by coming into contact with the branches of the oak. Her muscles were growing! I had not thought it possible, but apparently, so far Cindy had always held back in my company. Now she was faced with an adversary that forced her to go all-in and all-in she went. Her lats expanded, sideways, but also in their thickness and for a moment I had the absurd idea of looking at a hunchback, only the hunch was made of pure muscle. Her arms had grown, too, as they were squashing the trunk of the mammoth. The trunk was bigger than her own thighs, but I wasn't so sure that it was still bigger than her massive upper arms. There was sweat running down her bronzed back, which made the whole scene incredibly sexy, and slowly the mammoth seemed to grow tired. Its movements were less fierce and the trunk turned and danced at an ever slower pace. Not that Aunt Cindy had the creature beat yet. She still seemed to hang on for her own dear life and the animal now pounced her on the ground a couple of time with sickening thuds. But every time it did so, Cindy's body would just produce a crater and she was like a bug that didn't let go of the creature that was so much larger than her.
'Hang on there Aunt Cindy!' I yelled encouragingly.
Then I realised that sounded really stupid.
But she was holding on, despite her clothes being almost completely torn to pieces and despite her suffering massive blows every time the trunk smashed her into a tree, a rock or the ground. Then again, the whole terrain was suffering massive blows from Aunt Cindy being repeatedly smashed into it and the whole place looked like a warzone, with craters and shattered rocks everywhere. And was it my imagination or was Cindy slowly crawling up the trunk again? Some seconds later I confirmed my suspicion and I saw her reaching out for one of the tusks as she swung past it, holding on with only the other hand. If only she could hang on to another part, I thought, she would have a fighting chance against the much bigger creature, but how was she going to accomplish that? I wasn't sure whether the mammoth felt any exhaustion, because its attacks, which had abated a little a minute ago, now seemed to commence with redoubled force. I'd heard that a wild boar could fight on long after all its energy should have been expended and perhaps the mammoth was like this as well. That would leave Cindy in a really dire position, but I simply couldn't believe that she would be defeated like this. Then the mammoth seemed to be moving away from me, taking her with it, and I followed them as they made their way through the denser forest. Many of the trees were shattered by Cindy's back being smashed into them, the warzone growing ever bigger and more ruinous. I didn't know what the mammoth was up to, or even whether the creature had the capacity to come up with a plan. Then I saw a rock-face, some hundred yards away and suddenly the mammoth was sprinting towards it. I couldn't believe my eyes: it looked like it was going to crash straight into it, with Aunt Cindy in between.
There was a deafening crush as the mammoth-Cindy-combo hit the wall and then the big beast sank down to the ground. It was so big that I couldn't see Cindy, who was probably buried somewhere beneath the huge furry mass. Then the mammoth moved and I backed away, sure that it was going to come for me now.
The mammoth raised its head, or so it seemed, it became clear that it was Cindy who did the actual raising. There were bruises all over her body and she had a black eye. A small trickle of blood was running from her nose and she looked in the worst state I'd ever seen her in, but she was alive.
I ran towards her, wanting to embrace her, but not sure of whether she was in any pain. Tears were welling in my eyes at the though that my incredible Aunt was still alive.
'Stupid animal was going to kill itself by running into that wall of rock,' she said. 'If I hadn't put myself between the wall and its head, it would have cracked its own skull.'
I couldn't believe it! She'd not only survived herself. She had also saved the mammoth's life!

[Wookey]

A newly tamed mammoth. Way to go Aunty Cindy. Will Aunt Cindy breed from the mammoth or keep it for a pet? Can imagine Aunt Cindy leading it around the neighbourhood on a leash. Or riding it to town before tying it up outside a store.

[Edhellion]

BAD NEWS
'Shouldn't we take care of the mammoth?' I asked as Aunt Cindy suggested returning to the manor.
'Nah, it'll probably feel like it's having a hangover from a particularly strong drink.'
'I feel like the whole world should know you knocked out a mammoth with your bare hands!'
'No thanks, I'm not looking for reporters and tourists coming to visit me like I'm in a zoo.'
This made sense. As soon as the world got wind of how impossibly strong and muscular she was, she would be the centre of attention for the rest of her life. Somehow she'd managed to stay under the radar and I had no idea how because everything she did, every move she made, was a showcasing of extreme physical superiority. She went to town every now and then to buy some groceries, though she farmed most of her basic food-stuff herself. Some people in the town had to know about their superhuman neighbour, if not about the mammoths and all the other strange phenomena in this vicinity. Cindy must have a secret pact with them, some kind of Non-Disclosure Agreement.
'Aunt Cindy, why are you living in such secrecy?' I ventured to ask.
She simply shrugged and said, 'Well, that's just the way it is.'
'Now, now, don't lie to me. You must go to great lengths to keep reporters away from here.'
'Do you think your friends would believe you if you described me?'
'Ah, good question,' I said, still feeling that there had to be more to it than simple disbelief. Creatures like the Yeti and the Monster of Loch Ness were always the topic of debunking and even if people didn't believe in Aunt Cindy, they'd still try to discredit the stories about her. I could easily imagine her intimidating people into keeping silent about her, but somehow, somewhere, someone must have talked.
'People must have taken pictures of you.'
'Of course they did. I even did some movies years ago.'
'How come I never saw those movies?'
'For one thing your father would make sure you never saw them.'
'Good point.'
'And for another, everybody always thinks that the women I play are pure CGI. Special effects. No one believes a person like me exists.'
'That makes sense,' I said weakly.
Of course, prior to actually meeting her, while reading those letters about her at a point in time that felt ages ago, I had just thought Cindy was an obnoxious gal, not something that would be considered CGI.
'Then there's also the family code,' Aunt Cindy continued. 'We are richer and more powerful than the minor noble family we're supposed to be.
'Really?' I asked, very intrigued.
'Just think about it: your father contacted the Herculeans, but I bet you never heard of that group of men before. Your grandmother was even fucked by one.'
'Woah, too much detail,' I said with an exaggerated look of disgust on my face.
'As far as we know, I'm the first mixture between a Herculean and a human, so there had to be something special about my mother. She had a great couple of genes, I can tell you that, but that is not the only reason. Your paternal line has been acting behind the scene of history for ages. I myself haven't got the full picture in yet. Why did the Herculean mate with a woman who had simply married into that family? It might be there were reasons other than your grandmother's gene-pool.'
'What other reasons?' I now wanted to know everything.
'I do not know... Yet.'
'But you must have found out something?'
'Too little to share with my overcurious nephew.'
'Is that why you travel all over the world?'
'It's one of the reasons.'
'Wow, is our family a Da Vince Code kind of group?' I asked excitedly.
'Something like that.'
'You really are a demi-goddess?'
'Don't jump to conclusions so fast. The Herculeans are not gods in the traditional sense. We are mortals for all intents and purposes.'
'That sucks,' I said glumly.
'Though our lifespan might be hundreds of years. I simply don't know. Apart from Mi Dkar Po I've encountered only one other living Herculean.'
'Wow, you must tell me all about that!'
'I fear you're getting carried away. Take it easy,' she chuckled. 'It took me years to find out what I know and even I had trouble processing all the information it suggested. I'm not sure your mind is ready for all our family secrets yet. Besides, I do not want you to hate your father the way he hates me. He might be a male chauvinist pig, but he's your father nevertheless. And my half-brother. He couldn't help it that his father raised him to start a rivalry with me. And who can blame your grandfather? His wife had been fucked by a superhuman being, so he might be forgiven for fearing she would give birth to a superhuman. It would overthrow his whole dynasty, which he was raised to protect.'
'I can't believe you're defending them! My father might have killed Shannon!' I shouted, stupefied by Cindy's talk of reconciliation. 'You can't seriously expect me to return to him after everything I've seen and heard here.'
'Seriously or not, I do expect, no, I demand it of you.'
'And what if I refuse?'
She raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
'You can't send me back to my parents.' I crossed my arms in an attempt at defiance.
'By now you should know there is nothing I can't do.'
'Then keep me here,' I pleaded.
'How do you think your father would react to that?'
'I don't care.'
'You think he's just going to accept that his son choses me over him?'
'It's the truth. I would always chose you over him, even if he wasn't such a dork.'
She slapped me in the face. She didn't put any power into it, but I felt like a toddler being put in his place.'
'Ow! What was that for?'
'For calling your father a dork. And for gainsaying me.'
There was a fire burning in her eyes that I'd never seen there before, not even when she was fighting the mammoth.
'But I thought you hated my father. You as good as told me that he has sent mercenaries after you and he almost killed my girlfriend.'
'Those are just suspicions. Do you have any evidence?'
'Of course not, I believe you one hundred percent.'
'And do you think a court of law would?'
She had me there.
'I don't know. It should be possible to convince a jury.'
'You're so naïve,' she said, shaking her head.
I fumbled around my mind for an answer to that but found none.
'Do you think a jury would believe that your father put your girlfriend into a coma to incriminate his own sister? And as for Herculeans: would you have believed in them if you witnessed your strength with your own eyes? If I presented evidence, then what do you think would happen?'
'They would have to accept that you are way stronger than any human being!'
'You haven't been paying any attention, have you?' she now asked impatiently, with a note almost of exhaustion in her voice. 'You think there would be anywhere I could hide after that? I wouldn't have a spare moment of my own anymore. The whole world would know where I was at any given moment. And so would the Herculeans.'
'Oh,' I said, dumbstruck.
'So before you think about disobeying your aunt' she said, looking at me mock-intimidatingly.
'All right, I'll do as you say,' I conceded.
Yet the thought of returning to my old life wasn't very appealing. I would have to go to university, as all the members of my family did, and I had no idea what I wanted to study.
'The key is to just act normal.'
'But how am I to do that? You think I can just forget about you?'
Somehow, these words sounded more pathetic than I meant them.
'Of course not and I'll come to visit you on your campus every now and then.'
'Now, that sounds like a good deal.'
'I bet you'll do great in your studies. You've obviously got more brains than brawn.'
'Geez! Thanks, I guess.'
'Besides, you could join some college sports team. You've done quite some working-out,' she said, squeezing my biceps, which had grown two or three inches over the past few months.
But the truth was, I had lost all sense of proportion, muscle-wise. I had no idea how I would compare to other guys my age and ever since coming to Aunt Cindy's estate I'd primarily felt extremely small. Joining a sports team sounded like fun, yet in high school I'd never been the first pick during PE team-formation. I was quite tall, so the obvious choices would be basketball and volleyball. Then again, I was pretty fast as well, so maybe I could join the athletics squad or even a football team. Regardless, I hoped to score myself a nice girl.
'But just to be clear, I will keep you here for another three weeks. That should be enough to get you into a proper shape.' She said with a note of firm determination.
A loud 'Yes!' escaped from my mouth, as I was looking forward to working out with my Aunt and become the best version of me I could be.

[Wookey]

Loving the way that this story is going

[Edhellion]

BECOMING THE BEST VERSION OF ME
Over the next few weeks, it became clear to me just how good a coach Aunt Cindy was. Where before she always seemed to be showing off and more interested in becoming stronger herself than in getting me into shape, she now motivated me to achieve incredible results in just a short period of time.
Soon I was curling 75 pounders with each arm, which was nothing compared to her, but very respectable for an 18-year-old guy, I thought. I had started developing some veins running over my forearms and biceps and I thought how strange it was that Aunt Cindy's veins only showed when she was pressing herself, which is to say: only rarely. When she was curling a thousand pounds, a single vein appeared on her upper arm and it throbbed a very leisurely rhythm.
'How come you don't have veins like these?' I asked, flexing my arm.
'Because my muscles are too big for that.'
I chuckled, thinking she was joking.
'Seriously. I had very veiny arms back when I had 18-inch biceps.'
'You mean they are buried beneath your muscle now?'
'Not beneath. Within. Sometimes they are pressed outward when I exert a lot of force.'
'I'm not sure that sounds healthy. I thought veiny arms were the inevitable result of building bigger muscles.'
'Only on the bodybuilder types and they're generally unhealthy.'
I chewed on that thought for a moment.
'In case you haven't noticed, I'm more in the strongwomen category.'
'Yeah, but I'm pretty sure you'd do really well at the Miss Olympia as well. I mean, your muscles are just gigantic!'
'Oh, honey, stop idealizing me,' she said in a matter-of-fact tone without any false modesty.
'But you could compete in the Miss Olympia if you wanted to,' I tried.
'Is that so?' she asked almost temptingly.
Then she started putting her hair into some kind of bun, obviously not because she was worried about her hair but to show off her huge biceps.
'Bodybuilding is just not my type of scene,' she then said. 'It means cutting carbs and often using substances that have serious side-effects. Not that I'm accusing all bodybuilders of taking steroids, but it's just not my kind of scene.'
I had to admit that she was probably right.
Her muscles were much bigger than those of any bodybuilder I'd ever seen, male or female, but she just didn't have the shredded look.
'Well, Miss Olympia or no, you're still my favourite aunt.'
'Glad to hear that. Now back to your training,' she said as she walked over with two 150-pound dumbbells.
'Uhm, what do you want me to do with those?' I asked nervously.
'Well, they're a bit light for lunges or calf raises. Why don't you try some chest presses.'
She handed me over both dumbbells and it took me a moment to find my balance. Lying down on a bench while maneuvering the huge objects took some effort as well, and as I lay there, I found myself looking at the underside of my aunt's bounteous boobs, which made it hard to concentrate on the challenge that lay ahead.
'I want you to press them to failure,' she said, but I was afraid that two or three reps would be the absolute limit of what my pecs could produce. I drew inspiration from Cindy's prodigious strength, though, and said to myself that we were half-related so that we shared at least some genes. Besides, I didn't want to disappoint her and so I started pressing, surprising myself when I reached five, then six, then seven reps.
My chest and shoulders were burning from the exertion, but Cindy had a look on her face that told me she would be very disappointed if I didn't manage some more reps. After eight and nine, though, I felt that it would be insanity to try and push the tenth and I was about to drop the dumbbells to the ground but for a moment she supported my arms as they came down and I put all the strength and effort that I still had in me towards pressing the dumbbells up just one more time. I groaned, a brutal yell came out of my mouth and my mind could only think about pushing up the weights, just one more time, to make Aunt Cindy proud. Miraculously, they went up and up and with a last effort, I managed to lock out my arms.
When Cindy casually took the dumbbells out of my hands, as if they weighed nothing to her, my muscles had to adjust to the absence of the weight and the burning became even more intense than it had been while I was pressing. I was hoping Cindy would pay me a compliment, because, frankly, I had amazed myself! I hadn't known I had it in me, but the food that Aunt Cindy prepared must have strengthened my body considerably and when I would be going to college, I would at least go with an impressive physique.
Cindy threw the dumbbells up a couple of times and caught them with full control. She said: 'That was certainly not bad for a common eighteen-year-old. You have a lot of potential, I can see that now. I guess you were just pampered by your parents all those years. They wanted to keep you small and insignificant and it seems they succeed in that.' I opened my mouth to protest and to tell her that I hadn't considered myself insignificant, but she simply silenced me with a look. 'You know, you could have been so much more if you hadn't been raised by that control-freaky father of yours. I bet he was afraid that you would outshine him and unless I'm very much mistaken, outshine him you will when you return home in three weeks. Your father is such a petty man that he could grow jealous even of his own son. That thought alone sickens me,' and she pretended having to throw up. 'It's a good thing you came to my estate when you did, otherwise you would have remained that wimpy kid, completely unaware of his own potential, for the rest of your life. You should find yourself a girlfriend one of these days who can see the diamond-in-the-rough that you are, someone with whom you can really fall in love, because, honestly, Shannon was just a way to hide your true tastes from the world, wasn't she? It's okay to love strong, overpowering women. It doesn't mean you're into SM or bondage or any other dominatrix-stuff. If I'm not mistaken, you just want to find yourself a girl whom you can admire and that's perfectly natural. All of your fears regarding the opinions of the world about your preferences were unfounded, because at least you do have an ideal, whereas many men just take whatever woman they can get.'
It sounded really encouraging and I wondered whether she was just saying these things to make me feel better, but they certainly did.
She now came up with 125 pound dumbbells and said I should press those to failure as well, but the burning feeling in my pecs made that a very daunting task. All I wanted was to lie down and maybe get a massage from Aunt Cindy.
I told her that I was exhausted even before I could start, so there would be little point in trying to press the weights, but she insisted in that very persuasive tone of hers and ordered me to lie down again, then handed me the dumbbells. Immediately, all the muscles in my upper body screamed for relief and the pain was intense, but Cindy started to encourage me and to my everlasting surprise I found that I could push the dumbbells away from me, up and up.
I lowered them in a controlled way and somehow found the strength to push them up again.
After these two reps, I dropped the dumbbells straight down.
Cindy managed to catch them just before they hit the concrete.
'That was really good,' she said and one of her rare smiles appeared around her mouth and there was even a twinkle in her eyes. 'Better even than I'd expected. You still have a long way to go, mind you, but you're a lot stronger than before I'd left. You also have determination, which is vital if you want to become a strongman.'
Her use of the word 'strongman' triggered something in my brain. So far I'd been thinking that I wanted to be a strong guy for my age, but what if I took this whole thing to the next level and came to compete in strongman competitions? Surely, that would draw the attention of the type of girls I was looking for.
'Wow, I'd never thought of myself in that way,' I said with as much modesty as I could muster.
'It will take years of hard work and dedication,' she mused.
'I'm willing to put those into it. And besides, I would have the best coach in the world, wouldn't I? I'm sure that with you by my side I could become the best possible version of me. Besides, we share at least some genes, and I definitely hope the right ones, so maybe I really could become the strongest man in the world!' I got carried away and went into a crab pose, even though my whole chest still burned like hell.
As I looked in the mirror, I saw some large pectoral muscles, burning red from the exercise.
Then I looked at Cindy's unflexed pecs and felt really small compared to her. It made me wonder what a full Herculean would look like.
Then Cindy walked over to her biggest dumbbells and picked up a set.
'I really should get myself some bigger weights or you're gonna catch up to me,' she quipped as she lay down with a thousand-pound dumbbell in each hand. Then she started cranking out rep after rep and by the time she was done, her pecs had definitely grown.
'Way to go, Aunt Cindy,' I yelled, trying to sound encouraging.
'Not to sound boastful, but I could keep this up for ages. I remember when I first used the thousand-pounders for lunges and Bulgarian Split squats when I was fourteen and they'd been really heavy back then. Oh, wait, I am sounding boastful now, am I not?' she laughed and she definitely was but I loved it. Ever since meeting Aunt Cindy I had learned that even mere talk about female muscle aroused me as much as seeing it in action.
There was no way I was ever going to catch up with her, but looking in those mirrors again, I was very satisfied with the results of my training.
When I went to bed that night, I felt my whole body was on fire from the extremely grueling workout she had put me through and I knew I would feel sore all over next morning. I also knew that she would press me into working out again despite that pain.

[Wookey]

Everyone needs an Aunt Cindy in their life

[Edhellion]

NEARING THE END OF MY VISIT
The next morning, Aunt Cindy came into my room at 5.30 and for a moment I wondered whether there was news about Shannon, who was still in a coma, but Cindy had just come to summon me for a morning workout. Getting up was kinda hard because of the crunches she had put me through last night, and my legs protested against walking but there was no way I was gonna give up now, so I got down to breakfast.
'I've prepared you a 8,000 calorie breakfast with 150 grams of protein.'
My plate was absolutely stacked with food.
'Uhm, I'm not sure I can manage to eat all of that,' I said hesitantly.
Of course she ignored my comment and sat down to her own breakfast, which was about three times the size of mine and probably contained about 500 grams of protein. Once, while mindlessly scrolling through the internet, I had watched some competitive eaters, but what they ate was nothing compared to what Aunt Cindy was consuming right now.
'Today we'll be focusing on muscle control,' she said after she was finished.
I was only halfway through my breakfast and already felt like Hansel or Gretel being fattened by the witch.
'Remember how we played basketball all those months ago?'
'Yeah,' I said suspiciously, very much aware that I would stand as little chance of defeating her as I'd had back then. 'Please don't tell me I have to play against you again. My ego was just getting a big boost from all that training.'
'No, you won't have to defeat me.'
'Then what do I have to do?'
'You will have to throw the ball through the hoop from 200 yards without it touching the ring,' she answered in that infuriating matter-of-fact tone of hers. I began to protest, but she simply silenced me and said: 'It's not like 200 yards is a mile. You should be able to hit the target from that distance at least once, even if it's only a lucky shot. Anyway, I won't let you into the house until you score and I imagine you want to sleep at night.' My heart sank. Even NBA players would have trouble scoring from that distance, which was the length of over two entire basketball courts. I would need a lot of luck for that, or so I reckoned, and the prospect of not seeing my bed before scoring put a lot of pressure on my shoulders.
After finishing my meal and having done the dishes (Aunt Cindy said cleaning them by hand bred discipline and that a dishwashing machine only bred laziness) I was presented with a brand-new pair of basketball shoes that looked really professional. Cindy revealed that she'd bought them at the same firm where our national team bought them. 
They fit my feet perfectly and I asked Cindy how she knew my shoe size, but she simply answered that she'd made an estimation based on the wear on my own sneakers. Some estimation it was! I had never worn shoes this comfortable.
Then we walked to the basketball court, but when we were 800 yards out, Cindy threw the ball in the direction of the hoop.
It was impossible to see whether she'd scored three points, but there was little doubt in my mind that she had. She had thrown the ball one-handed, while walking and conversing with me about the perfect diet for a prospective strongman.
The casual ease with which she did everything was starting to get on my nerves and I realised my testosterone levels must have gone up, making me more competitive than I'd been before. My very own hormones fueled the thought that I wanted to compete with Aunt Cindy. I now began to see how testosterone made for judgment. Then again, I was lucky I didn't think with my dick or I would immediately have fucked my aunt.
It was a warm day and I took of my shirt, not just because I was sweating quite profusely, but also because I felt like showing off my new upper body, even though there was no one to witness it but Aunt Cindy. More and more, I was longing to leave the estate and show the whole world what I had become. Just three days ago, when someone would have told me I would want to leave Cindy, I would have declared him insane, but I felt like a wolf cub that had been raised by an Akela and was now ready to leave the pack.
'How long do you reckon before I can leave this place?' I tried to ask in an off-hand way as though the answer would hardly interest me.
'Is my little nephew ready to go out into the great big world again?' Aunt Cindy said in a kind of annoying, taunting way,.
'It's not like I want to leave you,' I said defensively. 'I mean, it would be good for me to be in a place where I'm the strongest person around. It's just that I feel so small in your presence and I don't want to feel small anymore.'
'That's cute,' she said, ruffling my hair, with which she belittled me even more. I felt anger rising in my chest, then rage.
'Would you stop treating me like a toddler!' I suddenly yelled.
I don't know what kind of reaction I had expected. Maybe she would laugh or maybe she'd feel offended. Maybe she'd put me down a notch or four for being so rude towards her, or maybe she would slap me in the face like when I'd called my father a dork.
Instead, she merely nodded and said, 'Finally there's some fire in that butt of yours. I was starting to wonder whether you could even get angry at me.'
'I'm not angry with you,' I protested. 'It's just that I find it harder and harder to be in your company. You're constantly reminding me of how weak I am, even though I think I'm pretty strong right now and you always seem to be showing off. Besides, I think it's time I found myself a new girlfriend.' I finished my sentence weakly.
'Right you are! It's unhealthy to be fawning over your aunt the way you are,' she said, laying a hand on my shoulder. 'I can't blame you for it, but you know that we can never get romantically involved, no matter how much I like you.'
That hit me straight between the eyes.
Of course I had been aware that I couldn't get into a relationship with my aunt and that sexual intercourse was a total taboo, but with that little speech of hers, the taboo became an almost tangible reality. I was sexually attracted to her, I had to admit that to myself, and it was just plain wrong, but what could I do about it? I also knew that these feelings wouldn't go away if I stayed around her.
'I know Aunt Cindy and I don't even know if you're seeing someone at the moment, but believe me, if your are, I'm really jealous of the guy. I'm almost certain I'm never going to find someone as attractive as you,' I said, but then I trailed off as I realised I had just called my own aunt attractive to her face.
I felt a blush rising in my cheeks and fumbled around for words to express what I felt, but I found that I hardly knew how I felt myself. Would I really fuck my aunt if the opportunity presented itself? The thought wasn't as gross as it should be, I reckoned. Then again, I didn't even know whether there were other boys who lusted after their aunts. After all, most super-hot woman had to have nephews, right?
'Well, well, so it's finally out in the open,' she said as an enigmatic smile formed around her mouth. 'I'm sure I can't blame you, what with your preference for muscle, and all those erections I saw on you already spoke volumes, but I wasn't sure you were ever going to say the words out loud.'
'I... I didn't intend to,' I stammered. 'Please don't feel offended or anything, it's just that your whole body is such an absolute marvel. And of course you have a very pretty face as well, and a great personality.' I realised I was babbling and finished, 'I'm not making it any better right now, am I?'
The enigmatic smile turned into full laughter, though she wasn't laughing at me. 'You're cute, Roberto. Hang on to that cuteness and I guarantee you will get the girl of your dreams. And don't worry, I seem to have the same effect on all men.'
Then she playfully punched me in the shoulder and this time her fist connected with a thick layer of muscle, producing a very satisfying sound. I hadn't counted the days I'd been around Aunt Cindy, but they had definitely changed me a lot.
I wanted to thank her, but that sounded too much like a goodbye and I wasn't gone yet. Still, the moment of my departure was drawing closer and I felt ready for it. I would go into the world with confidence and wisdom. Already, I'd made plans about leading a life of adventure, the way Aunt Cindy lived. I was bound to run into a Herculean sooner or later and I wanted to not merely be impressed, but to be impressive as well. Also, I would travel to distant places and find out about mythical creatures. Maybe I would let my family line die out with me, as a punishment for what my father and grandfather had done, but that was to be decided later. First, I had to find out more. I needed more knowledge and I definitely needed to encounter all the muscle-monsters in the world, male and female. That would be my mission from now on.
For the first time in my life, I saw a future ahead of me that inspired me, rather than dreading whatever would come next onto my path. Maybe I would found my own magazine, or, in these days of the web, a website.
'Aunt Cindy,' I said solemnly. 'I have to go soon.'
'I know,' she said, in a tone that instilled comfort in me.

[jbeast]

Wonderful interaction.... Please keep going. There should be some resolution about the girlfriend and also the whole brother / sister Cindy dynamic. Towards the end does Cindy and the nephew team up - not romantically - to battle some mythical or human foes? The story is reaching the end but there is still more to explore.

Bravo!  KARMA!

[Wookey]

This is wonderful. Love the emotional growth in their relationship

[AR Azad]

What would have happened! If my aunt had been wearing a saree and I had fallen from her thick ass, I would have fallen. And when my aunt saw me falling to the ground, she would have picked me up by my armpit and placed me on her waist.

[Edhellion]

WET DREAM
I was intent on using the final three days to my full advantage and that meant bulking up as much as I could. I swear I'm not exaggerating when I say that I was probably one of the strongest guys in my country and I was pretty sure that I would never again encounter a woman, other than Aunt Cindy of course, who would be stronger than me. Yet strangely, that thought brought forth a pang of regret. One thing was for sure: I would join one of those big-guy gyms and I'd make sure it had plenty of big women as well. I'd already been scrolling through my phone to find the best gym for this purpose.
Only, I wanted to have nothing to do with steroids or other substances. I liked my women big (or huge), but I also wanted them natural.
I asked Cindy whether there was any gym she'd recommend.
'That depends on what you're looking for,' she answered.
'I want some gym with really big weights, almost as big as yours.'
'Yeah right, and should it be an all-male gym or do you want a gym where you can check out the women as well?' she challenged me.
I felt my face growing red. 'Well, I wouldn't mind some women I could impress. Or better yet: some women who can impress me. Hell, I could live with a gym where I'd be the only male, provided the women wouldn't mind being checked out and admired. In fact, I think such a gym would be best.'
'Okay, but do you think such a gym would give you enough time to develop your own body, because I seem to recall that was what you wanted.'
'Touché.'
We Googled for gyms in the capital of our country, but Cindy seemed to know almost all of them already, as she quickly started discarding some of them, while saving others for further investigation. Some of the websites we visited had detailed descriptions of the intended audience as well as the available weights and machines, while others simply advertised with some of their most famous members (and believe me, there was quite a list of national celebrities). I was most interested in the videos that were on some of the sites and I soon found myself drooling over some extremely fit female bodies covered in sweat. Unfortunately, I had no idea whether they actually worked out at those gyms or whether they were just models that were used for commercial purposes.
'Do you, uhm, actually know any of those women?' I asked shyly.
'Some of them, but I bet most of the videos had some nice filter thrown over them. I could imagine you dating some of those women, though, if that is what you actually mean with your question.'
Now my face was turning even redder. 'Dating some women? I'd be happy with just one and have no intention of cheating on her, if that's what you're implying.' I found that I was defending myself against a charge that hadn't even been put against me.
'Easy, Romeo, I wasn't implying anything like that,' she laughed.
Yet the idea presented a very real problem: how would I know I had found the right woman, when every next woman walking into the room could be an Aunt Cindy. Well almost. I knew that I wanted to date a really strong woman, but like Cindy had pointed out before, I had no idea what my ideal body-type looked like.
'She looks kinda hot,' Cindy said, as she pointed at the screen.
'Hell yeah!' I gasped.
There was a little clip showing a woman doing biceps curls with 70 lbs dumbbells and, unlike some women who used such weights, she looked very feminine. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed boulder shoulders, wide lats and a very firm stack of breasts as well as a considerable cleavage between her pecs. But those shoulders and biceps, both so huge in size, looked well-rounded, rather than shredded. And she had a face to simply die for. Wearing just a little lipstick and something to lengthen her lashes, she looked like a true natural beauty. Her jaw was firm and yet not masculine and her lips were full and looked ready to smile. I don't know if I fell in love on the spot, but this woman definitely looked like the type I would fall for and I had to know her name.
'Kimberly,' Aunt Cindy mused, as she looked at the caption beneath the clip, but unfortunately there was no last name. 'Judging by the look in your eyes she's just your type, though I reckon she's in her late twenties. She wrote down the name and address of the gym and handed the note to me. It was only as I put it into my pocket that I realised there was a tentpole showing just how attractive I found this Kimberly.
'Thanks,' I muttered, trying to hide the tentpole from Cindy.
We looked at some more websites and there were a lot more attractive women than I'd expected. After an hour I wasn't so sure that Kimberly was the most perfect of them anymore, but that night it was she who came into my dreams. I put my hands on those massive shoulders and she lifted me, then brought my cock close to her face and kissed the tip of it and that was the moment I came. I immediately woke up and found that I had soiled my pants, as the dream had seemed so real. It was only the second orgasm I had since coming to Cindy's estate and it was almost as big as the first. It seemed as if the long abstinence had created a reservoir in my balls that had simply been growing and growing. Twice now, the dams had burst and not only was the amount of sperm I produced much bigger than I was used to, but the feeling was also a lot more intense, each time as if I was relieved of a massive burden.
Dutifully, I changed the sheets of my bed and I hoped that Cindy wouldn't look through the dirty laundry.
The next morning, I was awoken by a loud shouting of my name and when I came to the laundry basket, Cindy was tapping her foot impatiently. She had the soiled sheets of my bed in her hands and held them out to me.
'You're going to wash these by hand,' she commanded.
'I'm sorry, Aunt Cindy,' I said as meekly as I could. Here I was, a 220 pound man being berated by his aunt as if he were a toddler. 'I was asleep and I'm pretty sure I didn't even touch myself. It was all a dream.'
Then a smile appeared on her face, seconds later followed by raucous laughter. 'You were dreaming of Kimberly, weren't you?' she asked and when I confirmed it, she continued: 'Well, at least it shows that I haven't figured in your dreams so prominently, since this is the first time you've had such a nightly accident if I'm not mistaken. There probably is a gene on the Y-chromosome that keeps men from performing incest, even subconsciously. That's good to know. It means that no matter how strong you will grow, and I have a feeling you will go a very long way, you won't try to jump me. Of course, it's because of all that testosterone in your blood that your sperm count has gone sky-high, so I can hardly blame you. You must learn to restrain yourself, however, unless you want such accidents regularly.'
I couldn't believe the way she was talking to me! Any healthy 18-year-old had regular orgasms, and I didn't want to be an exception! Soon, I'd be working out in a gym with some of the hottest women in the country and I would be having sex every night, I was absolutely certain of that. And it was none of Aunt Cindy's business whether I fucked one woman or a million, simply because an Aunt has nothing to do with the sex-life of her nephew!
Not even Aunt Cindy.

[Wookey]

Your story always impresses, even if the new format for Saradas does not.

[Zenzen]

Your story always impresses, even if the new format for Saradas does not.

Funny how the story still managed to impress you enough to leave a comment. Maybe the new theme isn't doing so badly after all. 

[Wookey]

You must have been taking d&ckhead pills. One can appreciate the author but not like the new site n