My Aunt Cindy

[horst11]

Awesome story. Would love to get more detailed descriptions of her body, muscles and overall looks.
Keep it up, this is fantastic.
 

[nickolai]

Yeah I am loving this story as well.  Please more.

[jbeast]

Love it. Keep going. KARMA!

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[horst11]

One last try…. Would love to see more of this one!!  Amazing concept and great writing… please continue

[Edhellion]

Finally found the inspiration to continue with this one. Sorry for the long wait and hope it was worth it!

Part 6
That night, I had many vivid dreams about Cindy working out with terrible snowmen. Needless to say, when I woke up, I had a throbbing erection, but I remembered what my aunt had told me about masturbation and refrained from even touching myself. She was an inspiring figure and I really wanted to live up to her ideal and come to excel at physical feats like her, though I knew I could never become as strong as her. I silently cursed the fact that I would one day become Baron, rather than explorer or adventurer.
“Morning sleepyhead,” Cindy greeted me after I entered the kitchen at six in the morning. She was already fully dressed and I wondered whether she even needed sleep.
“So what’s the schedule for today?” I asked as I drank a cup of strong coffee. “Maybe you need some cows that need to be carried over bridges and you need a hand with that?” I joked, but before the words had left my mouth, I knew what her answer would be.
“Of course I don’t need help carrying cows,” she said. “Cows are very particular about being carried and I’m not sure the bulls wouldn’t get jealous. You don’t want to get into a fight with one of those.”
I choked on my coffee and spit some of it onto the clean tablecloth.
“That was a joke, for your information,” Cindy laughed and she playfully slapped me on the shoulder with surprising gentleness.
I laughed along, though I didn’t find the joke particularly funny. There was something about this strongwoman joking, though, that was oddly amusing.
“But I guess I want to engage in some sports with you.”
My heart sank all the way down to my guts.
“Really? What kind of sports?” I asked more feebly than I intended.
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t expect you to compete with me. I just want to know whether  you have any particular talents. You’re quite tall so I’m guessing you like basketball or volleyball? You’re a bit too scrawny for the more physical sports I think, so I won’t challenge you to play rugby or soccer against me.”
“That’s a real comfort,” I said and managed to bring a smile upon my face. “But in my defence, I used to be quite a good goalkeeper in the school soccer-team.”
“Is that so? You want to try and stop one of my penalty kicks, boy? Don’t worry, I can’t put all my strength into the shot or the ball would simply burst. It might be good to see whether you have the agility and reflexes you might need in hunting,” she added thoughtfully and it was a moment before she explained. “Around here, we never hunt with weapons. It would be unfair towards the animals, you know.”
I envisaged my aunt Cindy wrestling with a bear but imagined even that would put the bear at an unfair disadvantage. “What kind of creatures do you hunt around here?” I inquired out of genuine curiosity. The estate was situated near the more mountainous part of our country and my guess would indeed be bears or maybe some wolves. Dangerous animals in relation to any other unarmed single human being.
“Oh you know, the usual stuff, but I always enjoy it when one of those dire-wolves or sabretooth tigers comes down from the mountains. Happens only rarely though.”
This time I had no coffee in my mouth to choke on but I felt my mouth go dry and my heart skip a beat.
“Don’t look so surprised. I’m sure they teach you at school that those animals went extinct but we here in the countryside know there’s still a couple of them around. Very shy creatures, though, so not easy to hunt.”
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise after her stories about living with the yeti’s in the Himalayas and there was something very adventuresome in the whole prospect of actually seeing one of these creatures.
“But we’d have to be really lucky to run into one of those, which is why I was curious as to your agility. Can’t have a clumsy oaf making lots of noise trudging along.”
“I can move very silently,” I spoke up for myself. “Anyway, like you said I’m not a burly type.” I almost completed my sentence by adding “like you” but luckily I didn’t.
“It has nothing to do with being big or burly. You probably wouldn’t even notice one of those creatures until it had its jaws around your ass.”
“Then why did you wonder about my agility?”
“Because you have to be able to run cross-country of course. You didn’t imagine those beasts stuck to the roads did you? In order to hunt them, you first need to draw them towards you and that means you have to act as prey. Only then, when the creature is confident that it only needs to strike does it leave its defences open. That means you have to be able to outrun them for a while and then chase them once it’s your turn.”
“Of course,” was all I managed to bring out.
After breakfast, she took me down to her sports court, where there were all kinds of sporting arena’s. They all looked in tiptop shape and she took me to a large shed where there all kinds of equipment used for different sports. She took one of the basketballs and bounced it a couple of times, but seemed to conclude that there was not enough air in it. I was already looking for a ball pump, but she simply put the ball to her lips and started blowing. She then bounced the ball again and this time it appeared to satisfy her.
“All right, show me what you can do,” she said and passed the ball to me.
I bounced it a couple of times with both my hands and then started trotting towards the basket, throwing nervous glances over my shoulder to see if she would try to stop me.
I threw the ball, which hit the backboard before passing smoothly through the net.
“Good, I can see you have a good aim. At least when there’s no pressure. Now try to get past me,” she said and took a stance between the basket and me.
I feigned towards my left then moved to the right and to my amazement, I simply walked past Cindy. This had been too easy.
I took a couple of long steps towards the basket, but just when I was about to throw the ball, I felt it being grabbed out of my hands. I hadn’t even heard her coming! “There’s no game without any pressure, silly,” she said and passed the ball back to me.
This time I made sure to keep her within my sight and I started moving back and forth and left and right a bit to see how she would react.
She simply took one step following me whenever I made a move and it seemed impossible to get past her, because she was way too broad. I therefore simply concentrated, took aim and threw the ball from far out. To my surprise and delight, it sailed straight to the basket and I was about to lift my arms into the air to celebrate when Cindy took three huge steps towards the basket. I dreaded that she would jump and simply grab the ball out of the air, but instead she took the pole from which the basket was hanging and brought it down.
The ball passed the point where the net had been only fractions of seconds before, but the basket was now simply lying on the ground.
“That’s what you get when you try to play by the rules,” Aunt Cindy made her point. “Someone is bound to show up and cheat you out of what you want. It was a great ball though and it would have been a very fine three points,” she complimented me.
It had not just been the fact that she had effortlessly bent down the pole, it was also how fast she had moved that left me flabbergasted.
“Oh don’t worry. This will be the only time someone will simply take down the basket.”
I wondered what other surprises she had in store for me in other sports, but there was one thing I really wanted to witness, just for the fun of it.
“Aunt Cindy, could you please crush that ball with your muscles?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said and she casually dropped the ball onto the calf of her right leg.
Then, almost without breaking stride, she simply popped the ball between calf and hamstring. There was a loud bang, but Cindy was already walking away as if it had been nothing special.
“That was awesome!” I screamed. I wanted to show her how impressed I was.
“What’s so awesome about popping a basketball? I could do the same to a shotput-ball.
I almost stumbled over my own feet.
“Of course it wouldn’t pop with such a satisfying noise,” she laughed.
“I bet you could shot put a ball a hundred yards,” I tried to challenge her.
“Yeah and I bet you’d love to see me do it, but I don’t have my strength only to show off.”
“But you’ve got to have some goal, something you really want to achieve.”
“Like what? I intend only to improve myself everyday, but I’m not going to limit myself by some goal I would one day achieve.”
I’d never looked at it that way. I knew that every athlete aspired to excel at their sport and that the Olympics were about the greatest achievement they could reach, but Cindy had already told meshe could have competed at the Olympics as a child.
“There’s got to be something special about your genes. How come you’re so unimaginably strong while I’m…” I didn’t finish my sentence.
“While you’re such a wimp? Don’t sell yourself short. I guess that given the proper food and training you’d be able to get quite far yourself. It’s just that my father pressed me into physical exercise when I was just a baby. Sure, I’ve got good genes, there’s no denying that, but if my father had simply allowed me to be a kid and play along with other kids, I would never have developed the way I have. He put me into a playpen and then simply left me there while he left the room.”
I looked at her, not understanding what she meant.
“He wouldn’t return until I had found a way to get out of the playpen on my own, which meant that first I learned to climb out but then he simply put a roof over the playpen and the only way I could get out was by breaking the fence.
“But that’s so cruel!”
“I know. He was cruel simply because he hated women. He used to leave me alone in the wilderness when I was a toddler. I’m not sure he wanted me to find my way back home, but I did and he came to respect me. I’m sure he never intended me to outshine him in every single way, but if I did have to chose a goal in life, that would be it. Outshine him in every respect.”
“Right you are and you have succeeded in that,” I found myself cheering.
“Of course the old bastard died before he could see what I have become. Anyway, by the time I began to impress him with my strength he was always too drunk to realise what he had made me become.”
I fell silent. I’d never heard anyone speak of my grandfather like this before.
“I bet you loved your grandfather and he must have loved you, because you’re a boy. However, when I saw how he hit your mother with the back of his hand, I knew that it was my duty to put an end to his miserable life. Don’t look so surprised. Of course I killed him, though he would have drunk himself to death within a year anyway.”
“But that’s… how…?”
“You think I had made up an elaborate plan? No, like you know, he drowned in his own bathtub and all I had to do is keep his drunk head under the water long enough.”
“But surely the police investigated his death? He was a Baron and all that!”
“You forget that I was only seven years old. Sure, the police looked for suspects, but they never considered the young seven-year old kid who was quietly playing with her dolls when the house was investigated.
“But didn’t they notice your muscles? You were strong back then already.”
“Sure and I already had fourteen-inch arms but of course it never crossed their minds that a seven-year old girl could overpower her father, even when he was drunk enough to drown in his own piss.”

[nickolai]

So great to see another chapter of this awesome story!!

[jbeast]

Cindy is jacked. Something has to happen between her and the nephew. Or some idiot male who is also jacked and horny for her shows up... and they grapple and then some. Then the nephew tries to help Aunt Cindy and all hell (or all horny stuff) occurs. Thanks for the update! Great characters.

[nickolai]

Not sure that incest is in the works for this one.  And what male could survive Aunt Cindy’s passion?  She would need multiple steel or titanium implements to get close and even they wouldn’t survive ... only to be used once.

[jbeast]

Not sure that incest is in the works for this one.  And what male could survive Aunt Cindy’s passion?  She would need multiple steel or titanium implements to get close and even they wouldn’t survive ... only to be used once.

Ah... one never knows! What I was saying is that the nephew tries to help Cindy, he gets hit by the intruder, she becomes an earth mother protecting her baby and after the bad guy gets chased away, interesting things happen. LOL!

[Edhellion]

Here's Chapter 7. Not so much action, but some ideas I just have for future writing.

Chapter 7
I was put off, to say the least, by this whole new look at my own family history.
Aunt Cindy threw an odd glance at me, as though she were assessing my reaction. “So, you’re trying to make up your mind on whether you have to hate me for killing your grandfather? It’s not something I’m proud of, but neither is it something for which I feel a need to apologise. It’s simply something that had to be done.”
She then said it was time for her morning run and she simply picked me up with one hand and placed me on her incredibly wide left shoulder. My ass is not very big (I might have mentioned I have quite a scrawny build overall), but I was amazed by the amount of comfortable space I had sitting there. Since I had room enough to place my left hand beside me, I reckon even one shoulder must have been at least five feet wide. Needless to say, Aunt Cindy was wider than she was tall, though I think she must have measured an even six feet. My 160 lbs did not appear to unbalance her in the least, nor prove any discomfort, as she started off jogging at what felt like an easy trot, but this was only because her steps were gigantic. It wouldn’t surprise me if every stride would have broken the men’s long jump world record. And riding Aunt Cindy (though I say this with the greatest respect) was easier than riding a horse. With my right hand around her neck and my left hand on her shoulder for balance, I never had any fear of falling off, despite her great pace. I felt some strange throbbing in her neck now and then and it took me a moment to realise that this was her heartbeat. It was so slow, though, that I at first thought it was simply a muscle moving underneath her skin. Looking at watch, I was able to determine that her heart beat only fifteen times a minute, even though she was running faster than I’d ever seen anyone run before. We passed a meadow with some horses and one big stallion ran along, but after a hundred yards it had to give up. I wasn’t sure whether this was Hector, the magnificent steed Aunt Cindy had been riding at our first encounter. It looked a lot bigger than any horse I’d encountered before, but my estimates as to the sizes and weights of things had changed over the past few days. I couldn’t even remember how big the fit chicks at my school had been, the ones I’d admired throughout my school career. Some of them were really buff, but Aunt Cindy was a lot bigger than the bodybuilders I’d seen on tv, not only the female ones. I’d secretly watched video’s of FBB’s, admiring their physiques, but was afraid for the reactions of my friends if I told them about this. Female muscle, I thought, was still a niche fetish, rather than a mainstream ideal.
But as I sat there, on the shoulders of the most muscular person I’d ever seen, I felt a pang of regret that she was my aunt and that I could never ask her out or anything. I was also afraid that no other girl could live up to my desires ever again, now that I’d seen absolute perfection. I had no idea about how to meet with muscle girls anyway, let alone how to date them, but I was determined to build the body of an Adonis myself, so that they would notice me.
After we got to the farmhouse again, I asked her whether I could go to the gym and she looked at me with a mixture of admiration and scorn. “Finally, my little nephew gets inspired to build muscles himself!” We went down to the gym and I took the heaviest dumbbells I could handle and started pressing, then curling, while Aunt Cindy was doing some impossible workout herself. It was very demoralising to see her curl the three-hundred pound while I only managed three sets with thirty-pounders and just a couple of days ago, I would have felt totally humiliated, but I just continued going through my routine. When I struggled with the final reps of benching 100 pounds, Cindy came over picked up the bar with one hand and placed it back on the rack. She didn’t say a word, nothing motivational, but nothing demeaning either, and there was a definite look of respect in her eyes.
That night, at supper, she suddenly said a propos of nothing, “You know you could come and live on the farm with me if you want. It would go against centuries of tradition and it would mean you wouldn’t become a Baron, but I can see you really have potential. We might even find you a nice big girl.” And when she caught my look she laughed and said, “Oh, come on, it’s obvious that you’re into muscle, don’t try to deny it. I’m sure we can find you someone. You have no idea how many girls love to overpower their men. And no, that doesn’t mean that you or they are automatically into femdom. Most women just love to pit their strength against their lovers and see where they stand.”
“But isn’t it a turn-off for a girl if she really overpowers me? Because that’s I want, Aunt Cindy, a girl who’s much stronger than me. Preferably someone as strong as you, though I doubt there’s anyone like that on this world. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not telling you that I’m in love with you or anything like that. I just admire you and you’ve created a new ideal for the female body in my mind.”
“Oh, I still know some yeti girls,” she now said.
For a moment I felt offended, but then she burst out laughing.
“It would just be great if you could tell me of some secret Amazon society right now, a place where the women all have thirty-inch arms and chests as big as barrels. Please tell me there is such a place and that you can take me there?” By now, my aunt couldn’t stop laughing anymore and she was slapping her own legs which produced the sounded of cannon balls crashing into castle walls. I felt very foolish, but also a bit annoyed that she was laughing while I was sharing my deepest secrets for the first time in my life.
“Of course there’s no such place, silly, because women strong enough to overpower a man tend to be jealous of one another. It’s just like the Alpha-male in a gorilla tribe: they can’t stand any rivals and they make up contests to prove themselves. Now there’s plenty of contests like that for Alpha-women all over the world and I’d be happy to show them to you. But unlike Alpha-males, Alpha-women usually don’t show off as much. You know, when a woman is strong, she gets her confidence from within, whereas men always need the admiration of others to uphold their ego.”

[Wookey]

Love the way the story is trending

[quick]

I'd love it if Shannon got involved. Maybe she finds out about Cindy and starts working out because she's jealous, or Cindy takes her under her wing and helps her get jacked.