Liliya

[law94]

I really like your story. and that Lily loves her brother so much. I would like her to be taller

[law94]

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Jeremy, you're right.  I realize that I arranged two beatings back to back.  We'll take a break from that trope for a bit (but it might come back later).   

Now for something completely different.  Enjoy.


Boy Toy

After Joe graduated high school, he went on to college.  Thankfully there was a highly regarded school very close by, so Joe was able to live at home.  The arrangement made everyone happy.  Lily was still left to her own devices in her final years of high school, which she enjoyed.   But there was one class that annoyed her: phys ed. 

"I mean really.  Look at me.  Do you think phys ed is going to do more for me than I already do for myself?"  she asked the gym instructor. 

The coach conceded her point after watching Lily do endless reps with his maximum lifts.  Instead of making Lily go to gym class with the other students, he allowed her to have a "self-study" period in the weight room.  Lily loved it.  She had more workout time in a deserted weight room, exactly how she liked it. 

One afternoon, toward the end of a grueling chest workout, Lily became aware of another person in the weight room.  She looked up from the bench and saw a boy staring at her.  He was wide-eyed and slack jawed.  It took Lily a moment to realize that it was the same boy she had taught a lesson to in middle school, the one who couldn't tear his eyes off of her as she walked away from him.  His name was David, and for the past several years since his "correction", he had maintained a very respectful distance from her.  Clearly some retraining was going to be necessary. 

Lily rose from the bench and slowly walked toward David.  Now 17, she had finally stopped growing up at 6'3.  She had not stopped growing out though, as she tipped the scales at a solid 225 pounds.  Lily knew she was quite a sight.  As a fully mature young woman, she was a stunning beauty.  It wasn't arrogant to admit it.  "I must have good genes."  She once thought to herself.  Her long, luxurious blond hair framed a gorgeous face with high cheekbones, a perfectly straight nose and full lips.  She also possessed the assets that boys and men drooled over; her breasts were full and unnaturally perky D-cups with nipples that would only be hidden by the most padded bras.  Her traits would have made her the most sought after girl around, if she hadn't been the largest and most muscular gym beast anyone had ever laid eyes on.  Her breasts were perky because they were supported by inches of striated pecs.  Her beautiful face capped a thick neck, surrounded by high traps.  And today, after a long workout in tight shorts and a loose tank top, she was a sweat covered vision. 

"What, exactly, do you think you're doing?" Lily's deep sexy voice asked David.  "Didn't you once make me a promise to leave me alone?" 

David stammered, but no words would come out.  Instead he dropped his head down and stared straight at the floor.  He pressed his palms tightly against his legs and began to shiver.  Finally, he got two words to form. 

"I'm sorry!" he squeaked.

Lily was right in front of him now, hands on her hips.  She looked down at the boy who couldn't be more than 5'9 and was maybe 100 pounds lighter than her. 

"For what David?  Why are you sorry?" 

"I'm sorry for bothering you.  I hoped you'd be here.  I know it's creepy, but when I saw you, I couldn't look away..."  As he spoke, David's voice got softer and softer.  He knew he was in serious trouble.  But he couldn't help himself.  His eyes raised slightly to look at the legs in front of him.  Lily's large feet held up lower legs with bulging veiny calves.  His eyes traveled a bit higher and saw the four large muscles in each of her quads, vascular and distinct.  Lily could see that David was staring at her legs, so she started twisting one.  Her ponderous quad became a rolling tidal wave of motion until she snap-flexed it into a striated mass that hung over her knee.  David knew he was caught, again.  He slammed his eyes shut and began to whimper, expecting the worst from the girl who was both his nemesis and greatest fantasy. 

"David, you're not the brightest bulb in the box, are you?" Lily said with a quick laugh.  She pinched his jaw between her strong fingers and forced his head up.  She bore into his eyes with her eyebrows raised. 

"Tell me why you're here."

David began to sob.  "I love you!" 

Lily let go of David's face and returned her hands to her hips. 

"You don't love me David.  Before right now, the only words you ever spoke to me were insults, and then you begged forgiveness when I knocked you on your ass for it.  That is NOT love."

David quieted and looked up at Lily. 

"All you love is the IDEA of me.  You're hot for the muscles you don't have and wish you did.  What you LOVE is how my muscles make YOU feel.  You don't care a bit about ME.  If you did, you wouldn't be sneaking around copping looks at me."

Intellectually David knew that Lily was correct, and he was ashamed.  That emotion showed clearly on his face.  But his lust didn't care at all.  THAT emotion showed in David's growing erection. 

Lily dropped her arms to her side in exasperation.  "Unbelievable!"  she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes.

She was about to pick up the annoying twerp and toss him out of the weight room, when an idea formed in her mind.  Lily was not without her own lust.  As she matured, she became more aware of her own sexuality and enjoyed exploring it.  Her explorations had been with herself, and by now she was quite skilled at arousing herself and using her fingers to achieve climax.  She listened to other girls talk about their experiences with boys.  Maybe it was time she experimented with one.

Lily had been silent and staring mindlessly through David for a long of minute.  He decided to slowly back up and leave.  "Maybe she won't beat me again" he hoped.

"Wait David" Lily ordered, in softer tone.  "How about this.  I'll let you feel my muscles.  But on MY terms, not yours.  Yes or no.  You decide right now."

David went wide-eyed again.  "Yes, please!" he whispered.

Lily knew that Joe had late classes tonight and her mom and dad were out of town for a few days.  She safely had the house to herself until at least 10pm.

"Meet me at my house at 6."  Lily said.  "And from now on, you call me Liliya.  'Lily' is reserved for the people who love ME, not just these."  She ran her finger down her torso, flexing muscles as her finger passed, bouncing pecs, tensing abs.  David nodded, his mind in a daze.

David arrived at Lily's home exactly at 6.  He wouldn't dare disappoint her.  Lily had come home, showered and changed into a new workout outfit. 

"Hi Liliya."  He said tentatively as he handed her a small bouquet of flowers. 

"Well aren't you chivalrous."  She smirked as she took the flowers.

Lily led David down to the gym set up in the basement.  David looked at the racks of heavy weights in wonder.  Lily sat down on a bench and pressed David on his shoulder until he was on his knees in front of her.  As he had earlier in the day, David surveyed the frightening bulges that covered Lily's legs.

"Well?" she asked as she pointed to her bulbous calves.  "Are you going to feel them?" 

David took his finger and ran it along the largest vein, then poked at the solid unyielding mass.

"What are you doing?" Lily demanded.  "I'm not a pincushion.  If you want to feel my muscles, don't poke them, put your hands on them!"

She grabbed his hand, opened up his fingers and wrapped them around one side of her calf.  It was all he could palm.  David looked up to make sure he had permission, and then tried to wrap both of his hands around the muscle.  He couldn't.  When she lifted her foot, the muscle grew even bigger and harder.  He moved his hands to rub the large hamstrings hanging below her thighs.  Lily flexed her mountain of bicep and lowered it for him to explore. 

"How strong are you?" David asked in a horse voice?

"How much do you weigh, David?

"130 pounds."

"Hmmm, can you count how much weight is on this bar?" she asked as she pointed to the bar racked above the bench. 

David looked at the eight 50 pound plates with wide eyes.  "That's 400 pounds!"

"Yep.  That's over 3 times your weight, right?"

David nodded slowly.  Lily lay down on the bench, unracked the bar and pressed it with precision for 10 reps.  David knew he couldn't lift even one of the 50 pound plates over his head.  He shivered at her display.  Lily sat back up and flexed for David again.  His eyes were glued to Lily's arms and chest.

"Why do you build your muscles so big?"  he asked.

"I do it for myself.  I like the way they look on me and I like the power they give me."

David was so curious.  "Power to do what?"

"Whatever I want."  Lily said with an evil grin.  "See those cinder blocks against the wall?  Bring one to me."

David stood and used two hands to bring the big block back over to Lily.  He lay it at her feet and resumed his position on his knees.

"Punch it." Lily demanded.

"WHAT?  I can't punch that.  It would break my hand." 

How do you know if you don't try?" Lily answered.  "Do it."

David gingerly raised a fist and punched the cinder block.  As he expected, it really hurt and skinned his knuckles.  He hadn't even punched it that hard.

Lily laughed at his attempt. "Pitiful."

She got down on one knee over the cinder block, raised her fist and punched down hard.  The block disintegrated.  She looked David in the eye and raised her hand for him to inspect.  The callouses on her knuckles were so hard, there was not a mark to be seen. 

"THAT is why I build power. Do you want to try to do a benchpress?  I'll give you a weight you should be able to handle." 

David had never lifted a weight in his life and really didn't want to start in front of Lily, but he didn't know how to say no.  Lily replaced the 400 pounds of plates with 30 pounds.  She showed David how to handle the weight, then stood over him to spot as he tried.  He was able to unrack the bar, get it down and halfway back up.  Lily had to help him finish the rep.  David was not a strong boy, but part of his problem was a lack of concentration.  Lily's crotch hanging over his head was a major distraction.  Her workout shorts were skintight, and there was a tantalizing mass between her legs that riveted David.  After re-racking the bar, he nonchalantly tried to graze the bulge with his hand.   

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"  Lily yelled as she slapped his hand away.

David flinched and scrunched his eyes shut. 

"I told you that you were here to touch my muscles on MY terms, NOT yours.  If you want to touch me there so badly, that comes on my terms too."  Lily's voice had a hard edge to it that frightened David.  He didn't have to wait long to see what Lily's terms were.  She slid off her workout shorts and straddled the bench over David's head.

She pointed to her shaven crotch.  "There are two places you need to know." She used two fingers to pull out her large clit.  "This, you suck between your lips."  She moved her fingers to spread her labia wide open.  "This is where you put your tongue.  I'll tell you when you get it right."

Lily lowered her crotch onto David's face.  She gave him specific directions which he followed like the absolute amateur he was.  In frustration, Lily grabbed the sides of his head and moved it herself as she rode his face.  That worked!  She was eventually able to extract a thundering climax that left her weak in the knees.  Lily sat down heavily to regain her senses.  David's face was rubbed red and covered with her musk and juices.  He began to gasp loudly when Lily sat on his chest.  He desperately tried to press up on the glutes hanging over both sides of his chest.

"Please Liliya!" he sputtered, "I can't breathe!"

Lily lifted up quickly, scooted down the bench and sat back down.  She grabbed a fistful of David's shirt and forced his body into a sitting position facing her.  She used her sweat soaked towel to wipe David's face clean.  He breathed in deeply as she cleaned him up, hypnotized by her aroma on the towel.

"Was it everything you hoped it would be?" she asked him with a sarcastic smirk. 

David looked to be in shock, his eyes wide and unfocused and his hair a mess. 

"Hey," Lily said, leaning down to look him straight in the eyes, "you did ok."

David gave her a spacey smile.

"That's enough for today. You need to go."

David looked down at his stiff erection and looked back up at Lily wantingly.

"Oh no!"  she said.  "You deal with that thing on your own time.  You're here for my pleasure."

David hung his head and allowed Lily to pull him up by his upper arm and guide him to the front door. 

"Remember, what happened here tonight stays between us."  Lily said as she flexed a menacing bicep.  "I don't want to hear that you blabbed about our experience."  She pressed the knuckles of her large fist against David's lips, which he kissed. 

"Yes Liliya." 

With that Lily sent him on his way.  On her way back down to the basement she giggled loudly to herself.  "OK, lesson learned.  Faces are better than fingers."

Lily allowed David to explore her muscles in exchange for her pleasure for the rest of the year before David's family moved away.  Later in life, he looked back on his experiences with Liliya as his most formative.  She was never mean to him, unless he did something stupid.  But she broke him sexually.  He would eventually marry for love and raise a family.  But he would keep the deep secret that only one massive woman could ever truly arouse him.

After David, Lily was perfectly satisfied with self-pleasure.  Her muscles were for herself.

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I really appreciate the feedback everyone has been giving.  This being my first go at story writing, I'm working through the inevitable learning curve.  Unless you're writing on commission, I suppose most writers mine their favorite motifs and scenarios to use as the basis of their stories.  You can see some of my preferences: gentle-dom (but allowing for some mild violence), and women larger than men (but not entering the world of mini GTS).  Of course, preferences change with time and mood.  While I mostly read minimally violent stories, there are times I'll dig into the quite violent ones. 

If I had to describe my ideal heroine, it would probably be a woman with the height of Elena Delle Donne (the 6'5, 188 pound forward of the Washington Mystics) with the proportional musculature of Aleesha Young or Renee Toney. 

The writing thing can be quite frustrating.  After I get my story outlined, I'll write a segment straight through.  I let it sit for a few hours at a minimum, maybe even a day or two, and then come back to it repeatedly.  It helps me to read it with fresh eyes.  So much editing occurs in the subsequent reviews.  What kills me is that when I finally think I have the story exactly where I want it, I've spell checked and grammar checked, and post it...and almost immediately I find something wrong.  UGH!  I guess this is an occupational hazard. 

[seldom]

You are writing a very entertaining, sweet, sexy story. Congratulations on your first attempt, and it being such a success! I've been writing for many years and I also experience that pang once a story is released and I can see all its flaws; that never really goes away!

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A slight diversion for a couple of chapters. 


The Dojo

It is an unfortunate truth that it sometimes takes tragedy to spur change.  During Lily's junior year in high school, two teenage girls were abducted in a nearby city.  Thankfully the girls were found before any harm came to them.  Nevertheless, the trauma of the incident broke the illusion of safety that many parents clung to.  They needed to protect their little girls. 

After years of study with the Lee brothers, Lily had developed into a highly skilled martial artist.  In the aftermath of the kidnapping, their dojo was inundated by worried parents wanting their teenage girls to be trained in self-defense.  The brothers prided themselves on teaching every student personally, but they knew they wouldn't be able to manage the volume of students coming to them.  The only member of their dojo they were willing to consider as an instructor was their star student: Lily.  She jumped at the opportunity the brothers offered.  In short order, Lily was leading her own self-defense class.  While not meant exclusively for girls, her first class was entirely comprised of her female high school classmates. 

One aspect of the high school experience Lily hated was the cliquishness.  The smart kids were separate from the jocks, who were separate from the popular kids and so on.  This is why Lily generally kept to herself.  When she surveyed her first class, she saw girls from all groups, the pretty and the plain, most younger than her and some older.  Without question though, Lily was the Alpha.  Her experience, size and obvious power made her role as sensei an unquestioned one.  And one of the lessons she would teach her class was how to stick together as women and not as members of a meaningless clique.

To start her first class, she sat with the girls to set expectations.

"Why do you think you're here?"  she asked them in her sonorous voice.

The answers were consistent.  The girls were there because of their parents.

"So, your parents are afraid.  They want you to be safe."

The girls all nodded.

Lily looked every one of them in the eye with her intense gaze. 

"I want you here for a different reason.  I want you to be strong.  I want you to earn the confidence that comes from strength."  Lily flexed a towering bicep covered in a web of thick veins, eliciting wide-eyed gasps.  "And I don't mean you have to have muscles like mine.  I'm talking about the strength that comes from knowing that you can take care of yourselves.  I will teach you that, if you're willing to learn."

The girls were mesmerized and fully bought in.  Lily trained her class well and in a matter of months she was leading a group of skilled fighters who knew they were in control of their well-being.  Lily knew it was time for the next "talk."

"Ladies, you've come a long way in a short time.  There isn't a guy anywhere in this town who should want to meet you in a dark alley."

The girls giggled and high fived each other.  Lily laughed with them, but then became more serious.

"What are you going to do with the skills you've learned?"

One girl said, "Throw my little brother out when he bugs me."

"I'm KNOCKING my big brother out."  another declared. 

"OK," Lily interrupted, "all boys can be a pain in the ass.  I love my brother like crazy, but even he has his moments.  But what you cannot be, are bullies.  With the work you've put in, you contain more power than most people.  That power is not to use against someone weaker than you.  If anything, you should be protecting the people weaker than you."

The girls were shamed, but embraced the message their sensei was giving them.

"YES SENSEI!"  They responded in unison.

"OK, let's go back to drills."

The girls rose and went to their positions.  Outside the dojo, a boy lingered by the window reading the posted brochures and looking in.  Lily looked at him through the glass and vaguely recognized him from school.

One of the younger girls, Molly, followed Lily's eyes and said "I know him.  His name is Will.  He's in my class."

Something made Lily curious about the boy.  "Ask him if he wants to come in."

Molly nodded and went to the front door.  Molly was a red-headed sophomore and an accomplished gymnast, one of the "jocks" in the high school.  Like Lily, she started gymnastics at a very young age, but had kept at it.  Now at 15, Molly was a stocky 5 foot tall powerhouse.  The other girls in the class nicknamed her "Sparkplug" because of her short stature and boundless energy and power. 

Molly walked out to Will on the sidewalk.  In school, they had never spoken.  "Hey Will!"  she said. 

Will was startled and jumped.  He was on the small side for a boy, only a couple of inches taller than Molly but nowhere near as thick.  "Uh, hi Molly" he answered with lowered eyes. 

Molly smiled wide at his cute display of shyness.  "We're having a class inside.  Our Sensei wants to know if you want to come in and watch."

Will looked up at Molly.  "Well, I don't know..."

"Come on!  We have fun!  Sensei is awesome!" Molly gushed.  She grabbed Will's upper arm to pull him in. 

Will's reaction to her grip was dramatic.  His face screwed up in pain and his body curled.  Molly quickly jerked her hand back.  She knew she hadn't grabbed him that hard.  Will's arm seemed paralyzed and he rubbed it with his other hand. 

"I'm so sorry!"  Molly apologized.  "I didn't mean to hurt you!" 

"You didn't" Will muttered.  "It's just..."  Then Will went silent.

Molly reached out tentatively to Will's upper arm again.  "Will?"

Will flinched and took a step back.

"Will!"  Molly's voice and expression became commanding.  Will surrendered and dropped his hand.  Molly gently lifted Will's sleeve and uncovered a bright and ugly bruise on his upper arm. 

With an expression that morphed from worry to anger, Molly asked "Who did this to you?"

Will named a couple of jerky boys in their class.  Molly rolled her eyes in disgust.  "Please come in Will."

"OK."  Will's emotions were a whirlwind.  He was a shy boy and rarely interacted with girls.  Molly's direct attention caught him by surprise, and she was so pretty.  He didn't know how to retreat from the situation, so he decided to go with it. 

Molly took him by the hand and brought him into the Dojo.  She loudly introduced him to her classmates, who all greeted him. 

"Oh God," Will thought, "They're all girls!"

Molly walked Will up to Sensei Lily and introduced them.  Will went stiff in shock. 

It's funny how legends work.  They're often based on a true story that grows with the retelling.  Lily's handling of Tim Simons was one of those true stories.  The tale of her strength and dominance was retold at school to the point that the incident passed into the realm of legend.  By reputation among the students, Lily was a giant destroyer of men.  This wasn't something Lily appreciated, but she couldn't control it and ultimately, she had brought it on herself.  Will first heard the legend of the big muscle woman, and soon thereafter saw the subject of them from a distance.  He figured the safest thing to do was to never be in Lily's presence.  Now, here she was, looking down at him like a hammer looks at a nail. 

"Sensei Lily," Molly said, "This is Will."

"Hello Will."  Lily said gently.

Even though Will and Lily were separated in age by less than two years, her imposing presence commanded respect.  "Hello Ma'am."  Will said as he extended his hand.

Lily gave her hand to Will.  He was stupefied not only by the size of Lily's hand, but the exposed forearm it was attached to.  Lumpy ridges of muscle pulsated when she moved her fingers. Will's father taught him manners and the value of a firm handshake.  But this situation was completely outside of his lessons.  What do you do when the hand you're shaking completely engulfs yours?  It's a little hard to have a firm grip, but Will did his best.  Lily recognized the meaning of the gesture and smiled.

"So, Will, are you interested in some martial arts classes?"

"Show her Will."  Molly said encouragingly.  Her look and tone made it clear that Will had no choice.  He lifted his sleeve and displayed the gruesome bruise like a badge of shame.  The girls who saw it cringed.

Lily felt pity for the small boy but refused to let it show.  She didn't want to humiliate him further.  "I get it."  She said, and let him cover his arm back up.  "Our dojo has a lot of training options.  Why don't you hang out with us for a while and watch?"

Will knew that Lily was asking a question, but coming from the Destroyer of Men, he didn't think he should say no.  Will took a deep breath and accepted Lily's invitation.  Lily directed him to a seat against the wall while she ran the class through drills.  Will was mesmerized by the girls.  The precision of their movement, their guttural yells and barely contained power enthralled him.  Lily broke the class into sparring partners, and then came to sit next to Will.  She described the movements and techniques the girls were using.  Lily noticed and appreciated the undivided attention he gave.  Will paid particular attention to Molly, who wore a sleeveless gi and baggy shorts.  Her bare gymnastics trained shoulders looked like big balls that lead into defined biceps.  "Her arms look bigger than my legs." He thought.  He admired the V shape of her body as it moved and thick powerful legs that drove her.  How could someone so short and so wide be so beautiful?

Lily shook him from his reverie. "Would you like to try a technique?" 

"It won't hurt will it?"  Will asked jokingly.

Lily laughed deeply.  "No.  I'll show you how to flip Molly over your hip."

Molly heard her name and bounced over.  Lily placed Will and Molly in position.  Molly helped Will put his hands in the right spot on her body.  Will had never touched a girl before, so he gulped hard and fought his rising embarrassment.  She was so hard.  He expected a girl to be soft, but Molly's body was solid and unyielding.

One of the other girls in the class, a gorgeous tall cheerleader name Sheila, called out "Hey, watch where you put those hands, grabby."

Will's face went beet red and he started to yank his hands off of Molly like she was boiling hot.  Molly had none of it and put his hands back.  "She's just teasing." Molly said as she gave Sheila a sour face.

Lily described the movements Will would make to roll Molly over his hip, and then let him try.  Will followed her directions and at first nothing happened.  Then, to his surprise, Molly flipped over him and hit the mat hard on her back.  Will stared at her prone figure in shock.  Had he really just done that?!  The clear answer was no.  Molly used her gymnastics training and natural athleticism to launch herself in a flip over Will's hip.  The girls and Lily clapped and cheered for Will as he apologized profusely to Molly.   

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!  Did I hurt you?"

Molly laughed as she rolled her legs up over her head and kip kicked to her feet. 

"Whoa!"  Will was wide eyed at the feat. 

Molly strode up to Will and hugged him lightly.  "Good job Will.  I'm fine."  She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You let me do that to you, didn't you."  Will whispered to her.

"Of course I did Will."  Molly said sweetly.  "It's not like TV.  You have to be trained to do this stuff.  I wanted you to know what it feels like to win.  Sensei Lily can teach you if you'll let her."

"Well Will," Lily asked as she strode up clapping, "Are you interested in joining the dojo?"

"I am interested.  Let me go talk to my folks.  Thank you Sensei Lily for showing me all of this." Will's voice and manner had changed from intimidated to reverent.  He shook Lily's hand again, walked out of the dojo in a trance.  At the door, he turned to look back at the class.  The girls all waved at him.  He smiled and left. 

"Ladies," Lily said seriously, "Let's keep an eye on him."

"YES SENSEI." They replied in unison.

Sheila asked no one in particular, "Do you think he'll come back?"

Lily smiled knowingly.  "He just might."

"He'll be back."  Molly declared confidently.

"OOO, Molly's got the hots for the little guy!"  Sheila teased.

Molly jokingly gave Sheila an acid look.  "Sensei, I'm sparring with Sheila next!"

"Bring it on Sparkplug!"  Sheila retorted.

Lily told the girls to take their positions and she restarted their lessons.  As she looked over her class, Lily allowed herself a moment of pride.  She had trained a tightknit and talented tribe of amazons.
 

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One more slight diversion, then back to the main story.

The Lunch Room

Immediately after his visit to the Lee Dojo, Will rushed home and begged his parents for permission to join their self-defense class.  They were so pleased that Will wanted to engage in any physical activity that they consented immediately.  They signed off on his paperwork and gave him a tuition check.  Will could barely contain his excitement, but he had a full day of school to get through before he could go back and formally enroll.

The next day drug on interminably, but the lunch bell finally rang; the day was half over!  Will went to the cafeteria to grab something light.  His stomach was fluttery in anticipation of his afternoon and he just didn't have an appetite.  What little appetite he did have was soon ruined.  Will sat alone at corner table alone near the door.  The cliques all had their groups, and Will didn't belong to any of them.  He had no sooner taken his first bite when the boy who had punched will in the arm, Denny, and a couple of his jerk friends approached.  Will groaned on the inside.

"What are you doing at our table Skinny?"

"Hi Denny."  Will moved over to the end of the bench. 

"No way Skinny Mini, clear out.  This is our table."

While the oft repeated scene played out, more and more students wandered into the cafeteria.  Among them Molly, who quickly spied Will surrounded by the boys who had hurt him.  Molly was a minor celebrity in high school.  Earlier in the year, one of her floor tumbling routines became a viral sensation on social media.  The video of her powerful upper body and thick, muscular legs in a leotard launching into insanely high leaps and tumbles had stunned the public imagination.  In high school, your social status is very closely tied to the status of the people you hang with.  That made Molly a hot commodity as a friend.  Conversely, you never wanted to be on the wrong side of the right people.

Will's back was to the cafeteria door, so he didn't see Molly marching up behind him.  Denny did though. 

"Oh, uh, hey Molly!" Denny gushed, trying to be cool and suave. 

Will spun around in his seat and came eye to abs with Molly's ridged midsection.  Her tightly defined abs were clearly visible in her tight long sleeve t-shirt.  He looked up into her eyes and despite himself, he flushed.  Molly met his eyes with a million-dollar smile.  "Hey Will." She said in a sexy friendly voice. 

"Hi Molly." Will almost whispered.  He didn't know whether to be embarrassed that she was here while he was in the middle of his abuse, or if she was going to be his savior.  It didn't take long to find out.

Molly's million dollar smile faded as her gaze rose to meet Denny's eyes.  Molly's expression morphed into a glare with a set jaw.  She had heard Denny's taunts.

"So, Denny, you think Will is a skinny mini?"

Denny had not expected to get called out this way, and certainly not by a girl.  Who cared about the skinny dork anyway.

Molly started to pull up the sleeve on her right arm, which she held rigid and tensed.  As the sleeve came up, her sinewy forearm was bared, and then the ridged horseshoe of her bulging tricep. 

"Should we compare our arms and see who the skinny one is?" 

Denny was a lean 5'10, not overly muscular but certainly not in bad shape.  In no way could his arm compare to the gymnastics trained gun that the 5 foot girl was displaying for his education.  He knew better than to challenge the popular and clearly buff Molly.

As several other dojo girls came into the cafeteria, they saw Molly and Will with Denny, and walked over.  Lily had also come into the room.  She rarely ate in the cafeteria, but had decided to run in to grab some fruit on the way to the gym.  She too saw what was happening.  Her protective instincts pushed her to intervene, but she decided to hold back and see how her girls did. 

Shiela was another of the bright stars on the high school status board.  She was a 5'9 cheerleader with a fit figure to die for.  Any boy in the school would melt if she would deign to acknowledge them.  As she walked up on the scene, Denny's eyes shifted from Molly's arm to Shiela's luscious chest, then to her eyes.  This day was just too crazy and he became a tongue tied mess.  Shiela greeted Molly and Will, then flashed a dazzling smile at Denny.  Without breaking eye contact with him, Shiela took hold of Will's sleeve and exposed his bruise. 

"Did you do this to Will?"

Denny's eyes went wide with shock.  Several other girls from the dojo, and many of the most popular in school, surrounded the boys. 

One of the girls from the chess club said "Show him your bicep Molly.  It's so hot."

Molly curled her exposed arm, transferring the massive bulge under her arm into a baseball sized mound on top.  This was a bicep that none of the three boys could match. 

"Shiela's got great biceps too."  Molly said.  Shiela's breasts bounced as she raised and flexed her very defined ridge of muscle.

A tall black girl from the basketball team leaned down behind Denny and put her lips next to his ear. 

"I'm thinking you need to leave.  We," she extended her long toned arm and pointed her finger at the all the girls surrounding them, "like him." she pointed to Will.  "She," her finger pointed to the still flexing Molly, "REALLY likes him," the finger went back to Will.  "And you hurt him."  She stood up straight and gave Denny a subtle push towards the door with her tall body.

Will's mind was spinning as the scene played out.  Yesterday he walked into a martial arts school with the ridiculous idea that he might be able to make his waifish body into something better.  Today, he was being protected by a virtual gang of the hottest and most popular women in his high school.  His eyes scanned the group surrounding him and landed on Lily.  She was leaning in a corner with an impish grin.  Suddenly this all made sense to Will.  Lily's eyes met Will's.  He stared at her in adoration for second, then he mouthed the words "Thank you."  Lily gave him a half smile and a wink in return, then quietly made her way out the door.

Denny and his friends beat a hasty retreat with Denny leading the way.  How could this day get any worse!  First they were shown up and embarrassed by a bunch of girls, but worse, they were the hottest girls in school.  At least none of them tried to start a real fight.  Denny led the boys around a lightly traveled corner away from the cafeteria.  No one needed to see them right now.  As Denny rounded the corner at a near run, he hit a brick wall and fell back into his friends.  They all went tumbling to the ground.  The boys regained themselves from the sudden shock and looked up.  It was no brick wall that Denny hit, but he wished it had been.  Lily was standing in front of them, imperious and forbidding with her arms crossed over her full chest. 

"Just to be clear," she said in her most intimidating voice, "Will is a friend of mine too."  She unzipped her sweatshirt and pulled the bottom open with her fists as she placed them on her wide hips.  Rolling waves of power rippled over her vascular abs before she tensed them into deeply set bricks.  "Do I need to say any more?"

Denny swore he would never ask if a day could get any worse ever again.

[snowman7]

Very well written and nice progression of young Liliya.  The last parts are typical female muscle action scenes, but you provide a great background and execution.  Wonderful story so far and look forward to seeing more.

[hatour]

 I am enjoying this tale immensely. Karma for all!

[WapWap]

This chapter take a dark turn.  But it is always darkest before the dawn.


Rage

Joe and Lily were both home over summer break, enjoying the sultry weather and each other's constant company.  One evening, their folks went to dinner with friends at a local restaurant.  The kids were watching TV when a strange car pulled up in their driveway.  A policeman and another man in a suit came to the door.  Joe answered the bell and let the two in.  The man in the suit introduced himself at Detective Reynolds.  Both officers had very serious looks on their faces, but Detective Reynolds' was tinged with a strange sadness.  His voice quivered as he asked Joe and Lily to sit down. 

"Look, there is no easy way to say this," he began, "Your mother and father were killed by a drunk driver tonight.  He ran a red light in a large pickup truck and struck your folk's car.  They didn't suffer, they were killed instantly.  They probably didn't even know it happened." 

While Joe and Lily both sat in stunned silence, their emotional range was very different.  Silent tears began to trickle from Joe's eyes.  Stoic anger began to build in Lily. 

"What about the drunk driver?"  Lily asked.

Detective Reynolds look down at his hands clasped together in his lap.  "He...um...he walked away from the wreck without a scratch.  We're holding him in jail.  I'll stay in touch with you as this case develops.  I'm so sorry for the two of you.  Please feel free to contact me whenever you feel the need to."  Detective Reynolds left them his business card and the two officers left. 

The next weeks were a whirlwind for Joe and Lily and left little time for grieving.  They arranged for a funeral, contacted their parents trust attorney, filed life insurance claims and talked to friends and relatives.  The business of death kept their minds occupied.  Joe and Lily's parents were reasonably well off and very well insured.  The house was free of a mortgage, and between the trust and insurance payouts, Joe and Lily shared two million dollars.  It was plenty to get them both through college and to restart their lives. 

Once the business ended, the grieving began in earnest.  Joe was able to make it through his days in college.  But at night, he lay in bed sobbing inconsolably.  Lily was still stoic.  She held her grief inside until she could decide what to do with it.  Her priority was Joe.  She would lay in his bed with him at night, spooning around him.  She held him tightly, his head resting on a bicep, and let him cry himself to sleep.  She stayed with him every night, watching him sleep, always maintaining physical touch with him. 

As the months went by it became clear that the drunk driver, a man named Simon, was going to get off with no punishment for the death of Don and Evelyn.  The rumor was that he had a relationship with someone in the County Prosecutor's office.  Whatever the rumors, the prosecutor declined to press charges citing adverse road conditions at the time of the accident and improper procedures by the police during the arrest. 

Joe had no tears left to cry but was despondent at the situation.  Lily's stoicism, however, was nearing its limit.  She had to do something.  Lily had discovered Simon's home address in the police files, which also said that Simon lived alone.  He had a large piece of property far on the edge of town.  On a cloudy evening when Joe was in class late again, Lily threw her bike in the trunk of the car and drove out that way.  She parked in a secluded lot a few miles from Simon's property.  She biked the rest of the way.  His home was off of a side road.  It was secluded, with no close neighbors and surrounded by a thick ring of trees.  Lily stashed her bike in the trees and pulled up the hood of her black hoodie.  She quietly made her way to the edge of the glade and surveyed Simon's house.  It was in the center of the clearing, about 300 feet from the treeline she stood in.  There was a light and movement on only one side of the house.  She lowered herself as much as she could, and carefully approached the dark side of the house.  Once she crossed the clearing, she flattened herself against the siding and worked her way around to the back.  There she saw him.  Simon was sitting at a dining table alone, his back to two French doors that separated his kitchen from the small porch that Lily was approaching. 

"What am I doing here?"  Lily asked herself.  Impulsively, she had decided she wanted to see this man but had no other plan beyond that.  As he ate, Simon picked up a copy of the local newspaper.  Lily was close enough to read the headline: "Drunk driver goes free."  Simon laughed loudly as he read.  The fury that Lily had been suppressing for months erupted in uncontrollable rage.  She charged onto the porch and burst through the French doors.  Simon heard Lily's heavy steps and scampered from his seat into the kitchen.  He threw open a drawer and pulled out a pistol.  He turned toward the noise and tried to raise the gun.  All he saw was a large shadow filling his field of vision.  Lily grabbed the hand holding the gun, pulled Simon's arm to the side and crushed down on his fingers.  The bones in Simon's hand snapped.  He screamed in pain and frustration as the gun fell from his ruined grip.  Lily dropped Simon's hand, and raised her arms to pull back her hood.  Her face was a fearsome scowl of anger. 

"You fucking bitch!"  Simon screamed.  "You broke my hand!  What the fuck do you want?"

Simon grabbed a kitchen knife with his good hand.  Lily easily slapped it away.  She drew her arm across her chest and unleashed a devastating backhanded slap to Simon's face.  Teeth and blood sprayed out of his mouth as his head and body were snapped around.  He collapsed on the floor, facing up towards his angry attacker. 

"I want you to feel what my parents felt when you killed them."  Lily spat.  "Because of you, I've now lost TWO sets of parents."  Lily's deep scream reverberated through Simon's body.  Lily wrapped one hand around his scrawny neck and picked him up.  Simon pawed at her arm with his one good hand.  Lily had her thumb on his throat and her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. 

"Let go of me you whore!  What kind of monster are you!  I'll have you put away forever!" 

It was the worst thing Simon could have said.  Lily clenched her teeth and powered her thumb into Simon's throat, crushing his windpipe.  She dropped Simon and watched him grasp at his throat, struggling to breathe.  She kicked Simon over onto his stomach and grabbed both of his weedy legs in one hand and arms in the other.  She placed her big foot on his lower back and shrugged her powerful shoulders.  Simon's spine snapped easily.  His body flopped on the floor.  Lily kicked him over onto his back and looked into his panicked eyes.  He knew he was on the edge of death.  He couldn't breathe and couldn't feel his limbs.  Lily picked the limp body up into a cradle hold.  She roared as she brought her massive arms together and folded Simon's body in half.  His back broke again.  When his legs were folded into chest, Lily grasped her hands together and compressed the corpse against her rocky pecs.  Simon's bones snapped with a wet finality.  She dropped the lifeless body and staggered backwards.  The deed was done and her rage ebbed, allowing conscious awareness to return. 

"Oh shit."  She whispered to herself.  "What have I done?" 

Panic began to overtake Lily, but she closed her eyes, breathed deeply and summoned calm.  She opened her eyes and looked around.  There had to be a solution here somewhere.  Maybe she could burn the house or...

As Lily prowled around the kitchen, she noticed an oddly placed bookcase on a short wall.  It was not flat against the wall.  She pulled on the bookcase and it slid away easily, revealing a locked door.  Her powerful leg made short work of it.  A set of stairs were illuminated when Lily turned on the light switch just inside the doorway.  She walked cautiously downstairs and gagged in surprise.  The chemical odor was intense.

"This guy is running a drug lab!"

Lily surveyed the huge room full of chemicals.  Clearly Simon hadn't been smart enough to ventilate the highly flammable space.  How he hadn't blown himself up was a mystery, but Lily wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  This would solve all her problems.  Lily opened every large jug and vat of chemical she could find and poured most of them out on the floor.  She brought one jug of acetone up to the kitchen and spread it out on the floor leading to the stairs.  Lily rolled up the newspaper Simon had been reading, lit the end and tossed it through the French doors towards the acetone puddle.  Then she ran for all she was worth. 

When Lily had reached the tree line, she turned and looked back at the house.  She could see fire through the windows. 

"Come on you bitch, blow!"  she growled to herself.

Lily didn't have to wait long.  The explosion knocked her off her feet even though she was 300 feet away.  She sat up in a daze and saw...no house.  There was plenty of fire, but the structure was gone. 

"But that means..."  Lily looked up and saw pieces of flaming debris raining down from the sky.  She took off as quickly as she could run.  She got back to her bike, made certain the road was still deserted and pedaled like a demon back to her car.  Lily stowed the bike, breathed deeply to calm herself again and slowly drove home. 

Lily drove the car into the garage and shut the door.  Even here on the other side of town she could hear a cacophony of sirens wailing in the distance.  She had to get rid of any evidence.  She had definitely drawn blood from Simon, which could be on her clothes.  She stripped down to her underwear and walked into their secluded back yard.  The family had a fire pit that they had enjoyed sitting around on cool evenings.  Lily dropped her clothes in the pit, added some kindling and set it ablaze.  She sat in a chair staring absently into the flames, replaying the events of the evening as her clothes were reduced to ash.  She heard Joe's car drive up, but she couldn't drag herself away from the fire.  Her rage had left her mentally exhausted.  Joe stuck his head into the back yard when he saw Lily sitting out there next to the fading fire. 

"Lil?  What are you doing?" 

"Nothing.  I just couldn't sleep and wanted to sit next to the fire, like we used to do with mom and dad."

"Ok." Joe shrugged.  He wouldn't question how Lily wanted to grieve. 

She rose and walked past Joe into the house.  She kissed the top of his head and went up to shower.  The hot water felt so good.  It was like washing away pain.  Lily dried off and went into Joe's room.  She curled herself next to him, wrapped him in a heavy arm and went to sleep.

The next morning Joe and Lily were making breakfast when a car pulled into their drive.  Lily was standing at the sink and recognized it as Detective Reynolds' car. 

"Damnit!" she thought to herself as panic again threatened to overtake her.  "How did they figure this out so quickly!"  Lily played scenarios out in her mind. 

"Maybe I can kill Reynolds. No!  That's dumb.  He's been nothing but good to us."

"Maybe I can just knock him out and run with Joe."  No.  How can I hide.  It's not like I blend in anywhere."

"No.  I have to accept responsibility for what I did.  Maybe someone will understand why I had to kill Simon." 

Lily calmed her swirling emotions.  She joined Joe and Detective Reynolds in the living room.

"Kids, I have some...strange news that I have to share with you.  It appears that our man Simon was running a meth lab in his house and blew himself up last night."

Joe went weak in the knees and dropped into a chair.  Lily leaned against a doorway, hoping against hope that this was good news.

"There was definitely a body in the house, and we know Simon lived alone.  But we can't be 100% sure it was him yet.  The explosion was so intense, there are parts of the body and house in two counties.  Anyway, I want to think karma got that bastard.  I just wanted you to know."

Joe rose to show Reynolds out.  "Thank you Detective.  We really appreciate everything you've done for us." 

Relief flowed through Lily, but it also increased the mental exhaustion she felt. 

Joe walked up to her.  "I hope to God that was really Simon in the house.  I don't know what I'd do if he ever shows up again."

"He won't Joe.  Simon is gone."

Joe persisted. "But how can we be..."

"STOP!"  Lily's tone was far sharper than she meant it to be.  She gently placed a finger on Joe's lips and shushed him.  "Please trust me, Joe.  Simon will never bother us again.  It's time to close this chapter of our lives and move on.  It's what mom and dad would have wanted."

Lily turned and walked up to her bedroom.

Joe spent a few minutes collecting himself, then walked up to Lily's room.  He heard her sniffling.  He ran to the bathroom, got a fresh box of tissues and went back to Lily.  He walked in quietly.  Lily was curled up on her bed, moist eyes staring into space.  Joe placed the tissue box on her bedside table.  He crawled over Lily and spooned behind her.  Joe draped one hand on Lily's arm and ran the other through her hair.  Lily laced her fingers with Joe's and pulled it to her lips as she wept.

[Mastron]

Really liked this chapter. Gotta say that the folding a person in half is perhaps one of the best power moves ever.

[pramitsen2008]

 

This is some serious story and character development going on here. It's clearly visible that even though Lily is strong and can break someone in half literally, she still a girl with a heart. Can't wait to see how the story progresses further. Truly a masterpiece in the process.

[WapWap]

I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter.  The cradle crush was inspired by a scene in Enter the Dragon that I've long wanted to see or use in a story.  If you search Youtube for "Bolo Yeung Enter the Dragon", you'll find the fight scene it is in.

I've got two more chapters, then Liliya will be wrapped up.  My next story is outlined and ready to write.

Thanks again for the encouragement everyone!

[giantgirl7foot2]

That's some seriously impressive writing! The emotional parts feel very real, which makes the story even more captivating!

[WapWap]

Things lighten up a bit.


The Coffee Shop

Since the death of their parents, Joe redoubled the effort he put toward college.  While he and Lily had been left with a large nest egg from their late parents, they were young and he knew that money wouldn't last forever.  He had to get out of school and find a great job that would support him and Lily.  At least until Lily herself got out of school and went off to lead her own life.  That part always left Joe melancholy, but he tried hard not to dwell on it.  The other thing he tried not to dwell on was his lack of a social life.  Joe's focus on college left him little time for one.  He had dabbled with dating in high school, but girls just didn't seem interested in the tiny "big" brother of the school muscle beast.  "Fine." He'd think, "I'd rather have Lily over other girls any day."

One part of college that Joe really enjoyed were study groups.  They gave him a way to meet people without overly distracting him from his studies.  Tonight, he was meeting two girls from his international logistics class at the local coffee shop.  Holly was a statuesque raven-haired girl.  Her emerald eyes, highly toned figure and down to earth manner made her great fun to pass the hours with.  Debra was quite the opposite.  She was loud and brash, and something of a sex pot.  Debra loved to display her ample assets and made sure everyone knew just how pretty she was.  Regardless of her manner, Debra was an intelligent woman and a great contributor to the group. 

On this night, after several hours of study, Joe received a text from Lily asking when he'd be home.  He answered quickly and set his phone down.  His screen displayed a vacation photo of him and Lily laughing hysterically from a couple of years ago.  Joe was riding on Lily's shoulders on the beach, with her in a bikini.  Vascular muscle bulged out everywhere on Lily and Joe looked positively puny in comparison.  Debra was sitting next to Joe and saw the photo. 

"OH MY GOD!" she shouted.  "Is that a man in a bikini?"

Joe tried not to take offense, but he couldn't suppress his protective instinct.  "That's my sister.  And she's beautiful.  How can you mistake her for a man?"  Lily's overwhelming muscularity just seemed normal to Joe, and he had little patience for people who didn't accept it right away.

"Well just look at her!  Girls are supposed to have tits and ass, not muscles."  Debra proudly shoved her ample chest out and made her breasts sway.  She looked at the picture more closely.  "Well, I mean she does have great tits, but damn I don't know about the rest of it.  And you look like a midget on top of her!" 

Dispassionately, Joe had to admit that that the scene was a study in contrasts.  Lily's heaving muscularity was on full display.  She held Joe's ankles in her hands.  His legs looked like two broom sticks coming out of her big fists.  Lily's elbows were held high.  His thighs nestled in the deep valley between the ridged balls of her shoulders and upwelling of traps.  Joe's torso was narrower than the base of Lily's traps.  He looked like a child riding a clydsdale. 

Joe swiped his phone away and pursed his lips.  There was no point arguing with a loudmouth. 

"Anyway, I've gotta go." Debra dramatically closed her books, waved goodbye to Joe and Holly and sashayed away.

Holly just sat there and shook her head as she watched Debra's butt wiggle left and right on the way out the door.  She looked back at a red-faced Joe and reached her hand out to cover his.  Her vascular hand was warm and comforting. 

"Ignore her.  Can I see the picture?" 

Joe pulled the photo back up and passed the phone to Holly. 

"You two look so happy together!" she said with a giggle.  "And...she has got a PHYSIQUE.  I thought I was getting big."  Holly curled her other arm in front of her and popped a lemon sized bicep.

Joe smiled.  Finally, a girl who could relate to him. 

"What's her name?"

"Lily, short for Liliya." 

"Wait!"  Holly shouted.  She realized she had been loud and covered her mouth.  "Sorry!" she said in a lower voice, "But does your sister teach at the Lee Martial Arts School?"

"Yeah, she's gone there forever, and started teaching months ago.  Why?"

With a mile wide smile she said, "My sister Sheila is in one of her classes.  She worships Lily.  If I have to hear, 'Sensei Lily says' one more time I might have to pop her." 

Joe's heart began to melt, both at the gushing enthusiasm Holly expressed about Lily, and at her heart stopping smile.  Then Holly's boyfriend walked in and sat down beside her.  Wes was a well put together guy.  He was maybe two inches taller than Holly's 5'9, and obviously a gym rat.  He wasn't pro bodybuilder big, but he was obviously built.  He flashed a big toothy grin to Joe as he introduced himself, and then kissed Holly on the lips. 

"Of course."  Joe sighed to himself. 

"You've got to see Joe's sister!  You are going to die."  Holly said, enunciating each word. 

"Holy crap!" Wes wheezed as his eyes bugged out of his head.  "That girl is diesel!  Look at her guns!  How big are her bis?"

"Uh, I don't know in that picture, but I think she's maybe 19 inches now."  Joe answered.

"Shit!  She's got to be juicing, right?

Holly turned and punched Wes in the shoulder.  "Dumbass, you're talking about his sister!"

Wes turned red.  "Uh sorry, I didn't mean anything wrong by it.  But she has to be to get that big."

Holly punched him again.  If looks could kill, Wes would be a puddle. 

Joe laughed at the two of them.  "Lily doesn't use drugs.  She's just always been big.  She got bigger than me when I was eleven." 

"Whoa."  Was all Wes could say.

Holly told Wes, "This is the girl teaching Sheila martial arts."  She turned back to Joe and told him about the major changes in Sheila since coming under Lily's influence.  "I love my sister, but she was always so self-centered and vapid.  She reminded me a lot of Debra and her twitchy butt.  After going to your sister's classes she's become a different person.  She's found discipline, and she goes out of her way to help other people.  It's been awesome to watch." 

"That's the truth."  Wes agreed.  "So, does your sister do any personal training?  I'd love to get some pointers from someone who can build that kind of muscle.  I mean, look at the shape of her quads compared to her upper body.  Her symmetry is insane."

Holly grabbed the phone out of Wes' hands and gave it back to Joe.  "Eyes up here schmoe.  You've already got a gym girl." 

Wes turned a deeper shade of red.  "Sorry, you're the only muscle babe for me."  He smiled weakly and leaned over to kiss Holly to mollify her.  "But she'd be a great trainer, don't you think?"

Holly looked at Joe with an apologetic grin.  "We need to go." 

Joe laughed again.  "It was good meeting you Wes.  If Lily starts personal training, I'll let Holly know."  Joe stood as they prepared to leave.  Holly leaned down and gave Joe a kiss on the cheek.  "Same time next week Joe?"

"Sure thing." He grinned.  Holly squeezed his hand and led her chastened gym boy out the door.  Joe sat back down and texted Lily that he was leaving for home.  She answered right away with a text that read "I'll be in the basement when you get here" followed by a bicep emoji.  Joe smiled.  He might not have much luck with dating girls, but he certainly had his own gym girl, and she was a world beater. 

[WapWap]

Last chapter, for now.  This'll end with a bang.  You'll get the pun at the end of the story!  Have fun!   


Ecstasy

Through sheer force of will and dedication, Joe graduated with both a BA and MBA in 4 years.  Lily had graduated from high school and was still teaching martial arts at her dojo.  She arrived home after an early day, but Joe was nowhere to be found.  She knew he had an important job interview.  Hopefully this meant things were going well.  Lily was endlessly proud of her big brother.  He was genius level smart and worked so hard.  Joe was always trying to make sure things were perfect for her.  Lily was not usually a sentimental girl.  But when it came to her big brother, her heart flushed. 

As Lily was making dinner for them, she heard his car in the driveway.  Joe walked into the kitchen with wide eyes, wearing a goofy, confused smile.  Lily giggled at his look.  "Joe?  Are you high?!"   

"Uh...maybe.  I got the job offer Lil!  You're not going to believe this.  The salary is mid-6 figures and they want me to start next month." 

"Oh my GOD!"  Lily screeched.  She ran over to Joe, grabbed him under his arms and lifted him straight into the air.  "You are the MAN!"  As Joe yelped, she let go of him and he dropped into a waiting bear hug.  Lily held Joe to her wide body and cuddled his face.  "I'm so proud of you Joe."

Joe held onto Lily's veiny traps and pushed himself back so he could look at her.  "There is one thing though.  The job is in Denver.  We would have to move.  I need to know you're ok with that."

Lily had to let that sink in for a second.  "I get to come with you, right?"

"Of course Lil.  I'm not going anywhere without you.  Would you like Colorado?"

Lily pulled Joe back into her.  "As long as we're together, I'll be fine anywhere."

Joe hugged Lily tight, then slid down to the ground.  "Dinner smells good and I'm starving.  Can we eat?"

The two ate, talked about Colorado and what the future would hold.  Lily knew Joe had dated on and off, but didn't think he was with anyone now.  "Is there anyone special you need to tell?"  She asked.

"No.  Dating has never really worked out for me.  You?"

"Ha!"  Lily snorted.  "I've yet to meet a guy who isn't intimidated as hell by me.  They definitely don't want a relationship with a girl bigger and stronger than them.  And I don't need a muscle worshipper type.  Why haven't you had any luck with girls?  You're a good looking guy Joe.  You're smart, have a wicked sense of humor and you're not a jerk."  Lily rested her chin in her hand and looked off into space.  "Maybe you're too nice.  I should teach you the finer points of being a bitch."  Their dinner ended in laughter.

They cleaned up and collapsed on the couch together.  Joe was pensive for a minute.  "I think the reason I stopped dating is because I gave up on ever finding a girl who would meet my standards." 

"What standards?"  Lily sarcastically quipped.

"Well, I compare all the girls I meet..."

"To what?  *****?"

Joe gagged on his laugh. "No!" Joe retorted in mock indignation as his face went beet red.  Lily could not stop giggling.  His bare foot play kicked at his sister's leg.  Joe went quiet as he retreated into his own mind.  He had once promised never to keep a secret from Lily, yet there was one fantasy that he had played out in his imagination recently.  As he stared off into space, his foot lingered on Lily's calf, rubbing the spot he had kicked in a silent "I'm sorry."  Joe's toes rubbed over the bulging muscle, feeling the dramatic size of her lower leg.  Lily absentmindedly bounced her foot in response to Joe's touch, flexing the calf into a large stony heart.  Touch between them was so normal and appreciated.

With his eyes looking down, Joe continued in a hushed, almost embarrassed voice.  "I...compare all the girls I've dated...to you."  Lily stopped giggling and looked at her big brother in stunned silence.  Joe timidly brought his eyes up to Lily's.  "You're the most perfect woman I know.  How could I ever commit to spend my life with someone less than you."

Lily gazed at Joe for a moment. The atmosphere had become very serious.  Lily's eyes glazed over in thought.  Joe was talking about something she instinctively understood and embraced.  But like Joe, it had remained in a dark corner of her mind. 

Lily finally broke the silence.  "You know, we're not REALLY brother and sister.  I don't have a drop of your family's blood in my veins."

Joe looked down and battled uncertainty.  He questioned whether he should reveal the dark fantasy he had entertained for the past year. 

"I've actually thought about that once or twice" he admitted. 

Joe looked up at his little sis and expected to see her make a disgusted face at him.  Instead he saw her soulful blue eyes peering into his. 

"The only man who has ever made me happy, who has ever treated me like an equal out of respect and love and not fear, is you Joe.  You're the only person I have in the world who loves me unconditionally.  I already love you more than I can put into words."

Joe was stunned.  "This is crazy talk, isn't it?"

Lily threw the question right back at him.  "Is it?"

"No." Joe admitted, "it isn't.  It would be awkward as hell in this town.  But in a new city, the fact that we grew up together wouldn't even be known."

Lily reached her vascular hand out to caress Joe's face.  "I love you, Joe."

Joe flushed, and his heart started to beat faster.  Lily slid over on the couch, placed her knee between his legs and leaned into him.  Her heavy muscular body crushed him down into the sofa.  She lowered her face to his and kissed him on the lips gently.  She pulled back to see his reaction.  Joe looked longingly into Lily's eyes as he held on to her big biceps.  His hands were only able to palm the top of the large peaks that sat atop her arm.  He slid his hands around to grasp her bulging triceps, and he pulled her back to him.  She kissed Joe again, this time taking his lower lip into her mouth.  She sucked it lightly and let it stretch out of her mouth as she pulled back.

Joe could barely breathe.  His heart pounded in his chest.  "Please Lily, take me." He whispered.

Lily gave him a predatory smile.  She stood and gathered Joe in her arms and carried him up to her bedroom.  Joe rested his head on her shoulder, arms laced around her neck.  Once in her room, Lily lay Joe on her bed.  She slowly stripped off his clothes, leaving his cute little body naked in front of her.  He stood, eyes level with her large chest.  Joe pulled up Lily's t-shirt.  She finished taking it off, because he couldn't reach over her head.  Lily then pulled off her bra.  Her lats flared, her pecs and traps bulged, then her fulsome breasts were free.  Joe stared at the growing nipples in front of his eyes and lightly lapped at both of them.  They hardened further at his tongue's touch.  Lily gasped.  She pushed down her sweatpants, revealing massive quads, each almost as big around as Joe.  Joe wrapped his arms around her waist, then caressed her powerful striated glutes and the big ridged dimples on their side.  His hands came around, and rubbed up Lily's flaring lats and back down over her cobblestone abs, .  One hand then slid down to rub her shaven mound.  Lily's clit was poking through her labia.  She was already wet.  Joe's erection was so hard it was almost painful. 

"Lily, I'm still a virgin."  Joe said in a worried tone.

Lily picked up Joe, lay down on her bed and laid him on top of her.  "Don't worry, I'll teach you."  She slid his body down between her spread legs until his head was over her waiting sex.  Lily Pulled her stiffening clit up for Joe to see.  "Joe, please suck on me."   Joe pulled her oversized clit between his lips and sucked lightly.  While one hand fingered her sensitive nipples, the other gently palmed Joe's head and guided him to her most sensitive spots.  Joe moved his tongue around her vagina as she directed.  He looked up at Lily to see what made her face the most expressive.  When she moaned, he pleasured her like a man possessed.  Lily orgasmed, her muscles quivering out of control

"Oh Joe, that was GOOD."  Joe was pleased with himself and hugged into her abs.  Lily raised and separated her massive thighs.  "Get in me Joe.  It's your turn now."  She said in a lusty voice.  Joe wrapped his arms around her powerful hamstrings for stability and entered her.  Lily let him set his own pace as she massaged him with her powerful vagina.  He screamed and moaned, both in pain and pleasure.  When Joe came, it was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced.  He collapsed on Lily.  She held his head for a moment, allowing him to recover himself.  She realized he was still hard in her.  "Joe!  Are you multiorgasmic?"  Joe looked up at her with a questioning look.  Lily held fast onto his little butt and rolled over, keeping his stiff cock in her.  Lily was now sitting on top of Joe, looking down at her little cutie.  She extended her arms and forcefully flexed her biceps.  "My little guy must love big muscle girls."  She brought her arms forward into a most muscular pose.  Lily's sweaty traps rose around her neck, her soft hair matted to her skin.  Joe was in awe.  He had grown up around Lily's muscles, but never before had she flexed like this for him.  His erection had indeed stayed hard in Lily's vagina, but now it was almost painful again.  Lily grabbed his wrists and trapped them next to his head.  She rode him and his stiff cock to another orgasm for them both. 

Lily collapsed next to Joe.  His eyes were wide, as if he were in shock.  Lily giggled at his look.  "You can stop laughing at me now." he said with a raised eyebrow.  "You might hurt my confidence."

"Little man," she breathily said back to him, "If you can come more than once, you've got no reason to question your confidence.  I'll have to start calling you 'Mighty Joe'."

They laughed together as Lily rose and picked Joe up off the bed.  She guided him to the bathroom, and then into the shower.  The hot water flowing over their bodies felt marvelous.  Joe soaped up Lily's towering body, letting his fingers lovingly trace the veins and crevices that covered her herculean form.  She picked him up and held him against her side so he could wash her hair.  Lily let Joe slide down her body and he rested against the shower wall while she rinsed.  Lily took the soap and returned the favor on Joe, tweaking all of his erogenous zones and turning him on all over again.  Lily turned the water off and wrapped them both in an oversized towel.  Joe held on to her powerful body and looked into her eyes, his mind lost in lust and love. 

"Joe?"  She whispered.

"Yes, Lil?"

"Will you be mine, to have and hold, forever?"

Joe's voice was choked with emotion.  "Oh God yes, Lily!"   Tears fell from his eyes as he rested his head on her pillowy breasts, the only soft spot on her body.  She took his chin between her fingers and turned his head up to look into her eyes.  Joe placed his hands on Lily's cheeks.  "Lily, will you be mine, and let me honor and obey you?  Forever?"  Lily's smile made Joe's heart explode with joy.  "Yes, my big man.  Forever."