Pool Party

Brfan · November 25, 2019, 05:41:06 PM

Chapter 16

"Timmy, come here"
It's been a long time now that the relationship between Timmy and his sister was like this. She ordered, he obeyed. Over the last years, they reached an unspoken agreement. They both knew she was the dominant, strong one, and they both were fine with that. Actually, they were more than fine. Diana's love by dominance was only smaller than Timmy's love by being dominated.
he promptly followed her muscular 16 year old sister down the garage.
"Remember this?" She pointed to the old weight set she once used to begin her development, more than 2 years ago.
Timmy sure remembered. He remembered sneaking up on Diana a couple times, watching her push and pull those weights. He also remembered how he tried sometimes to match her lifts, only to almost hurt himself.
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, it's been a while since I've last used these, so dad asked me to put them away. I just figured we could have some fun first"
"Fun? What do you me...?"
Before Timmy could finish his sentence, Diana stripped herself off her T-shirt and exposed her upper body in full, covered only by a black sports bra. Timmy couldn't help but shut his mouth. Every time his sister took of her shirt he was amazed by her look. Round, full capped shoulders that connected to beefy mounts of muscle on her arms, all contoured by thick veins. Her sinewy forearms which tendons moved graciously by any sleight hand twist. Her wide torso, made primarily from her arm thick traps and huge pecs that created a deep valley on her cleavage. And her abs, a full 8 pack that gave shape to her slim waist.
"Oh... I was thinking maybe we could have a joint workout session, what do you say?"
Diana wasn't really asking, him, but she liked how nicely imposing she sounded
"S-sure" was all he could answer
"Cool. Take off your shirt, then"
Timmy shyly obeyed. With his own torso exposed, the gap between the siblings was even bigger. Timmy felt like he was suffering from some serious illness near his sister. Her body was so more developed and healthy looking that his regular and a bit skinny frame simply looked... sick.
Diana placed a 15 pound plate on each side of the olympic bar and ordered Timmy to lay on the bench
"Alright, brother. Think you can benchpress this?"
"I-I can try"
Timmy grabbed the bar and lowered the weight to his chest. Breathing hard, he managed to perform 10 reps, trembling in the end. Diana helped him rack the bar back
"Look at that, Mr. strong!" she said, mocking his effort
Timmy didn't care. He knew damn well there was no way he could compete with his mighty sister.
Diana, instead of switching places with him, grabbed the bar with both hands and, standing, started curling it. She did 15 easy reps before placing the bar back on the rack.
"So... weights up?" she said, adding 10 pounds on each side
Timmy laid down again, this time feeling very scared he wouldn't be able to perform those 10 reps he did before. By the fourth, his arms started shaking insanely, so he racked the bar back.
"Seriously?" Diana asked, while picking up the bar and curling it again. Timmy's eyes froze on her biceps, which were now getting pumped and inflated from the effort. Adding another 5 pound plate on each side, Diana commanded
"One more"
Lying down again, Timmy grabbed the bar, but had trouble unracking it. Diana helped him, slowly lowering the bar to his chest. Timmy pushed as hard as he could, but the bar just moved halfway back. It was impossible for him to press that weight. Smiling, Diana slid both her hands under the bar and lifted it from him. Without bothering to rack it, she did 6 curls. She grunted while doing it. She knew Timmy loved when she did.
Timmy, whose dick was now hard as iron watching his younger sisters display her strength, just stood still, admiring her muscles as they worked.
Diana racked the bar back and turned herself to Timmy
"Told you this would be fun. Can you believe I can curl more than you can press?" she asked, flexing her now pumped biceps. They both watched the muscle contract into a hard ball of steel, fed by two thick veins
"What else can we do? Oh, I know!" Diana carelessly took the bar from the rack and stored it into the cabinet like it weighted nothing.
She then laid down on the bench
"Do you still weight those 140 something?" she asked Timmy
"Y-yes. 144 now"
"Good. Come here" Grabbing Timmy with one hand on his back and one hand on his butt, Diana lowered her brother until his lower back touched her chest. Then she pushed him up and down, up and down. Diana was now using Timmy as her benchpress weight, and it seemed easy. Timmy felt his dick screaming for relief. This was the most emasculating and yet amazing experience he always had. He knew Diana was stronger than him. Way stronger. But the concept that she could do all of that with him was something he did not see coming. And he was enjoying it.
Diana placed Timmy down and saw the bulge on his pants. She knew she caused this effect on her brother, but it's been a while since she cared.
"So, Timmy. I assume you are having fun" she said, knowingly
"C-can I go?"
Diana walked towards Timmy, who walked back until he banged against the wall. Giggling, the dynamo girl walked until she was no more than a feet from him. She loved how, despite being 4 inches taller, Timmy seemed to dwarf near here. Diana raised her right arm inches from his face and flexed her bicep hard
"Sure, as soon as you kiss him goodbye"