Mussels from Brussels 2                   MUK

 

5 years had passed since the exchange program. For me the wrestling had stayed etched in my head in a strange way, neither negative nor positive. Mrs Van Hoof’s muscles, the strength and dominance of Martha, and the freak power of young Amy, they all played out nightly in my head.

Apart from the annual Christmas card, I had not been in touch with the family, although Amy had gone through a phase of, well a crush I guess, sending me love letters. I should have been flattered I guess, she was a pretty young thing, but I suppose I was still intimidated, or at least embarrassed at being overpowered by a girl so small and young.

Ok, this is where I have to be honest. While I was very ashamed of being beaten by all of the Van Hoof women, it got me going too. The muscle and strength really turned me on. None of the Van hoof women knew this; it was only Pierre who kind of caught me out. After I had seen the bodybuilding trophies of Mrs Van, I rummaged around and found the old scrap book of her competitor days. I had never seen muscles on a woman before, but it was weird. It didn’t gross me out, it fascinated me. There was this one photo, I think it was backstage, with her hitting a double bicep pose. It was in black and white, an old newspaper cutting, but you could see the peaked mounds on both arms. A bulging vein ran clearly down both, and the pecs, man, they were a network of vascular activity. Anyway, the photo got me going and as any hot blooded 16 year old would do, I made my way under the covers and, well you know the rest. Only thing is, Pierre walked in on me. He surprisingly understood. I mean, I was jacking over his mother, yet he seemed, almost used to it.

 

So, to bring you up to date, about 3 weeks ago I was taking a trip round Europe. You know the route, Paris, Milan, Rome etc. On my way back up towards the UK I figured that I would call in on the Van Hoofs. Was it a mistake or a great idea? Read what happened then you can decide.

 

A few days before making my way to Brussels I called the house. Mr Van answered and was really pleased to hear from me. He said they would love to see me, especially Amy. It had been some years since her last love letter so I felt safe from the threat of a stalker. Anyhow, I was sure she had grown out of the wrestling game and I was pretty strong these days so I could fend her off. The thought made me chuckle.

 

When I arrived at their house, the sight of the garden and green door brought memories flooding back. My heart began to skip, was I sacred or just excited? It was Martha who answered with a big smile. She was my age, 21, and had developed into a very pretty woman. I had quite liked her during the exchange but hadn’t dared to say. My brief moment of lust ended when I noticed a wedding ring on her hand as she wrapped her arms round me in a strong embrace.

 

“Nobody else is home, come in, let me get you a drink” she said in a welcoming voice.

We chatted a while before I asked about her husband

“So you got married?”

“Yeah just last month, a real shot gun wedding” she beamed as she showed me a rather large rock on her left hand.

I recalled the fact that 5 years before, Martha had been dating a pretty buff guy. She seemed to be into muscle men hence why I didn’t make any move on her back then. So when she said her husband was due to be round to meet me any time soon, I expected a bodybuilder type. I was amazed when the door opened and in walked a guy who couldn’t have been more than 5’10 and 155 lbs.

“Andy, meet Charles, my husband”

 

We shook hands, his grip wasn’t that firm. Perhaps Martha had given up lifting and…, no, no she couldn’t have. As she reached over to pour the coffee, I could see her bicep; she was still lifting and must be way stronger than Mr Muscle here.

 

I was now getting flashbacks of the muscle encounters from all those years before.

 

“So Martha, your mum still building?”

 

Martha giggled, “Wouldn’t you like to know”

 

What did she mean, she seemed to know that I liked muscles, but how, how could she possibly?

 

“And you, you still got muscles Martha” I quizzed

 

Before she could answer, Charles stepped in,

 

“Yes, she won the Belgian Rookie tournament last year; she is a real buff babe”

 

Martha smiled and kissed her husband. She gave a quick flex of her left arm. Damn, the bicep was there alright, I wouldn’t have a prayer if we were to re-enact the arm wrestling of my last visit.

 

The three of us chatted away when eventually Mr and Mrs Van returned home. A handshake from Mr Van and a hug from his wife.

 

My initial question was so predictable,

 

“So, you still bodybuilding Mrs V?”

 

She chuckled.

 

“Well, I still pump the iron but I passed the competing mantle down to my daughter”

 

Cool, I thought, so Martha was the champion bodybuilder these days.

 

Eventually we sat down for the evening meal and there was still no sign of Amy or Pierre. I enquired about their whereabouts.

 

“They will be here later, don’t you worry, Amy can’t wait to see you” explained Mr Van.

 

During the meal, I half expected an arm wrestle to break out, but there was no mention of feats of strength. Perhaps the family had grown out of it, or maybe Mrs Van had given up now that her daughter seemed to be the strongest of the household.

 

The clock chimed in the hall on the stroke of 6pm, and as if it were rehearsed, the door opened and in walked Amy. She dropped off a bag, popped her head round the door with a smile. My God, she was beautiful. The 13 year old had blossomed into her 18th year and looked every bit a women, but with that youthful cuteness

 

“Hey Andy, I have got you a gift, come upstairs in 5 minutes so I can get it out of the packaging” she shrieked with excitement. .

 

The 5 minutes dragged, I was full of anticipation, what could it be? I guess I was always flattered that Amy had her crush on me, she was a cute kid, but sadly, a kid was what she still was to me.

 

I paced around the house, into the side room, and the cupboard of trophies. There were a few new additions. There was the Rookie one that Charles had mentioned, a small but heavy looking gold plated shield. This was dwarfed by several others nearby, both had recent dates on them, ‘Brussels Overall winner’ said one, the other was Belgian National Middleweight champion’

 

I went back to the lounge, “Damn you didn’t tell me you were a National Champ Martha” I said

 

The room all laughed. “I’m not” said Martha.

 

Before I could ask about the 2 trophies, the Belgian accent shouted down from upstairs

 

“Ok, Andy, its ready”, it was Amy.

 

I slowly made my way upstairs, glancing through the open door at the trophies once more. I couldn’t comprehend who had won them, I mean, Mrs Van had retired, and Martha said they were not hers. It did not cross my mind for one second who might be the owner.

 

I pushed open the door; Amy was there in a dressing gown. She was hot, long curling hair cascaded over her shoulders. She had a hint of make up, but her beauty was defiantly natural.

 

We embraced, a hug, it felt nice.

 

“So, what did you buy me then” I asked

 

She laughed, “I did not buy a thing”

 

“But the gift?” I asked

 

“Ok, before I show you, I have to tell you a secret. I had a massive crush on you when you came to stay before” she began

 

“I know, you sent me those letters, remember” I said

 

“Oh, I know, that was bad. I mean, I knew that I was too young for you, and that you did not feel for me the same” she said with sadness.

 

She went on, “But I have to be true, I never stopped, I always felt strongly for you”

 

Wow, I thought it was a teenage crush, something she would have grown out of. And even though she was now 18, it was still too young for me, and I always remembered her as a child.

 

“I am flattered Amy, I really am, but, your just not my type, and, well the age thing” I was open with her.

 

She frowned, and then smiled.

 

“But this is not the only secret. Pierre had a secret too. He tells me things about you and what you like in a woman” she giggled as she said it.

 

Secret? Surely she couldn’t mean about me and liking her mum’s muscles.

 

Pierre wouldn’t tell you our secrets” I snapped, starting to worry

 

“No, he is a good boy, he wouldn’t tell the secrets freely, but when you wrestle somebody, you can make them say anything you want to hear” she laughed loud

 

“So, you are telling me that you beat Pierre wrestling and forced him to tell you about me?” I asked in panic

 

She nodded

 

“So Andy, I know what I must do to get you to fancy me. I must get a body like my mother?” she began to undo the rope around her robe

 

“Yeah, erm no, I mean, no no” I didn’t know what to say.

 

The robe dropped to the floor in one motion. Amy was in a dark blue bikini that matched her eyes. My mouth dropped open faster than the robe to the floor. Amy was stood in front of me, 5’5, maybe 140lbs of lean, ripped muscle. I looked down, firstly in embarrassment, but my curiosity forced my vision to move slowly up her mountain of muscle. Her calves were round balls that looked hard to touch. I panned upwards and the quads looked like they could kill a man at a hundred paces. Two symmetrical mounds of muscle sewn tightly to her legs. The striations were there for all to see, except it was just me who was getting this viewing.

I continued up, the 6 pack was mighty impressive. Each abdominal was clearly separated from the next. 2 cute veins ran down overlapping the individual parts. Then up again, the chest, half breast half pec. She jiggled them as my vision passed by. I then moved my head right to take in the right arm which was now at a right angle, flexing hard to show the bulging bicep. The baseball arm slowly merged with a thick forearm that was awash with veins like a motorway junction. I think it was obvious which member of the Van Hoof family was the national bodybuilding champion.

 

“Amy, I’m speechless” I gasped

 

Amy laughed again

 

“You see, when I write, I got nothing back. So I think, maybe if I vanish for 3 years and build. Eat, workout, rest and build. And then, one day we meet and I have this to shock you. So, you like?”

 

“Wow, you look great Amy” I admitted

 

“No, do you LIKE” she asked again

 

“You’re like a sister Amy, you…” I made my feeble excuse

 

Amy moved towards me and put her left finger over my mouth to stop my gabbling. Her right hand reached down and grabbed the erection which I hadn’t been aware of.

 

“You must admit that you find me sexy and that we should have sex” she said, still with her grip of my manhood.

 

“You are sexy Amy, but nothing can happen between us, you know it can’t” I explained

 

“The wrong answer mister. You will not be going from this room until you agree to my demands” she said in a mencacing tone.

 

I laughed a nervous laugh. I remembered what she had said about forcing information out of her brother. He was stronger than me, and that had happened before she got muscles. I wouldn’t stand a chance.

 

I tried to push her away, a pointless effort.

 

“Oh, you want me to make you admit it huh”

 

She said as she wrapped her right arm around my head and forced me to bend over trapped in a headlock. I grabbed her thick forearm with both my hands. It was futile, I couldn’t move her an inch. I felt her bicep tense up as it squished my face.

 

She then flipped me over judo style. I tried to get up, but her foot came crashing onto my chest, pushing me down on my back, pinned fast by her damn leg. She did a mock flex, like a gladiator might do to his defeated prey. I grabbed at her leg, but all I got is the confirmation that her calf muscle was as hard as steel. I was now rock hard, something she pointed out by flicking it with her foot.

 

“Well at least part of you can admit that they want sex with me” she joked.

 

I tried to roll away to hide my erection, but she leapt down onto me, sitting on my chest. She pinned my hands to the floor over my head. One handed she held them there and pose again with the right bicep.

 

“Come on; let’s make this easy so we can go downstairs. You love my body and want sex with me” she asked again.

 

“No, it’s not like that. And there is no way any woman can make me say something against my will” I snapped

 

This seemed to hit a nerve.

“No woman you say, you think that men are superior huh?”

 

“Well you are a good wrestler Amy, I found that out 5 years ago, but guys are stronger, you have to admit it” I said

 

“No, you will have to admit it “she snarled

 

She seemed to ease up, letting my hands loose. I began to scrabble and turned over onto my front to crawl away from her grip.

 

Amy put herself down hard on my back. She reached over and grabbed my right arm. I tried to resist but I couldn’t. She was so damn strong. She got my arm and pushed it right up my back so that it was touching my head.

 

“You like the arm lock?” she mocked

 

“No, get off” I wailed

 

She began to twist my arm right up my back, her hand wrapped around my wrist so that escape was impossible.

 

“Ow, Ow shit, damn stop please” I yelled

 

“I have not started yet you wimp. Now, what was it you were going to admit to me?” she said

 

A jolt of pressure

 

Arghhhh, fuck, no no, ow please please you’re going to snap it” I begged

 

“I could you know, snap you easy, but I just need to hear you say some things that I like to hear” came her demands

 

Again, she pushed harder, I knew she was only at 10% of what she could do to me

 

“Ow oh no, ow no please, ok, ok” I caved in

 

“Say it” snapped Amy

 

“Ok, you think you are hot, I want to have sex with you” I yelled at the top of my voice, not concerned who heard me. I just wanted the pain to stop

 

Amy laughed loud,

 

“Sex is inevitable, you didn’t have to agree, I could take it from you. But I want you to make an apology for your other verbal errors”

 

“Ow, Jesus, ow please I don’t know what you want me to say” I began to cry

 

“Hey no tears just think about it. You better think fast because I think I heard your arm snap” joked the dominant teen.

 

The pain was intense, I could hardly think.

 

“Ow ok, ok, I was wrong, women are stronger than guys, they are they are” I blurted out.

 

“Good, and?” continued Amy

 

“I said it, let me go, please” I cried

 

“What is wrong, is this painful?” joked my captor

 

“Arghhh, yes, please you’re too strong for your own good. I’m sorry about what I said” I gasped

 

“Thank You” said a calmed Amy as she let me go. I rolled away and rubbed my aching arm.

 

Amy helped me up and we kissed.

 

“I’m sorry if I hurt you” she whispered, “But I will do it again if you don’t do what I expect”

 

She pinned me to the wall, again, I couldn’t move

 

“You see, anytime Andy I can and will”

 

She let me go and helped my uncrease my top. She started to dress as I stared at the muscle mass being slowly hidden under her clothes.

 

“Now, let’s go downstairs for the rematch of 5 years ago” she informed

 

I stopped dead

 

“Whoa, wait a second, you guys still wrestle?” I asked

 

“Of course, why else do you think we wanted you to come back to see us” she joked as she grabbed me by the hand and began to drag me down the stairs to the awaiting Van hoof family……..

 

I was still panting heavily as we walked down the stairs. As we entered the front room it was as though the whole family had known what was happening upstairs. They were ready to wrestle, the sofa and chairs had been moved to the side of the room and some mats had been placed strategically around. I gulped as I looked around to see the naked arms of Mrs Van. She might no longer compete, but she was still buff. Martha too had changed into a vest and shorts. No wonder she was a bodybuilding title holder, she was ripped. Mr Van looked to have added some mass; he too wore shorts and vest. Charles was in a baggy T-Shirt and jogging bottoms. He now looked closer to my size, small compared to his muscle bound wife.

 

“What about Pierre?” I asked

 

“He will be here soon” informed Mrs Van as the door opened in the hall. Pierre was here looking rather sheepish. He had never likes the fact that his family were stronger than him, but he was under orders to reports and wrestle. He entered the room; I hadn’t heard the door close behind him though. Now I did. Somebody was with him. Footsteps ran upstairs.

 

“You brought someone else?” I asked

 

“Hi Andy” said a withdrawn Pierre, “I had to bring somebody, even numbers and all that”

 

There was a silence as Pierre took off his jacket. This was soon broken by the organiser, Mrs Van.

 

“Ok, so we have 4 men and 4 women, but who will wrestle who?” she asked

 

“I want to wrestle my boyfriend Andy” yelled Amy

 

Boyfriend? What the hell? When did I agree to that?

 

“Now now madam, just because you are the bodybuilding champion around here doesn’t mean you get first choice. Andy is the guest, maybe I let him choose” said Mrs Van

 

Hardly a choice was it? I mean, Mrs Van might be old and past her prime, but I had seen her demolish her husband before, and he was twice my strength. Martha was cute, real cute, but she looked as though those arms might do some serious damage. Amy, well I had just seen her muscles up close and personal. She was much stronger than me, and I didn’t fancy having to beg in front of an audience to a girl 3 years my junior. In fact, given the ‘persuasive’ nature of Amy, I might end up admitting that we were indeed an item.

 

“Can I go for the mystery guest” I trembled

 

Pierre shook his head

 

“You sure Andy?” asked Mrs van, “You don’t want to get up close and personal with my muscles. Pierre tells me that you used to like my muscle” she joked with an obvious reference to the secret we had shared.

 

“Ok then, Andy can wrestle Ellen, I’ll take on, hmmm Pierre, Charles, you get to wrestle your wife, and Mr Van, you get to challenge your youngest daughter” informed Mrs Van.

 

Mr Van looked worried, Pierre even more so. Martha and Charles smiled. Amy sulked, she wanted me.

 

As I was allowed up to Pierre’s room to change, Pierre whispered in my ear,

 

“You make a big mistake, Ellen is tough”

 

I laughed, “And the others are not?”

 

Pierre did not smile, “No, Ellen is nasty, she likes to have pain. She is young, she has not yet understand that it is bad to embarrass other”

 

Great. Well, maybe I would win, who knows.

 

As I changed, I asked Pierre about giving up our secret to Amy

 

“You don’t know how strong she has got. She pinned me down, nearly broke my arm. She knew that I had something on you and wouldn’t let me go until I told her. You have any idea what it is like to be bullied by your little sister? I had to tell her, I am sorry” he sobbed.

 

I put on the Belgian football shirt and a pair of shorts. I poured a water bottle over my head and psyched myself up. I wasn’t going to lose this time, not to a young girl again.

 

Back downstairs, the family were waiting, including the newcomer Ellen. I laughed inside. She was tiny, maybe 5’2 at a push. She had gymnast arms, small but defined. She wasn’t as big as Amy had been all those years before. I felt confident that I could win.

 

“She is only 14” whispered Pierre

 

Mrs Van stepped forward, “Ok, let’s have the married couple first, Martha v Charles”

 

Martha stood opposite her husband. Her arms suddenly looked bigger than ever. Charles went for her, gripping her round the chest and throwing her to the floor. He pulled at her arm, she shrieked. Charles smiles as he asked her if she wanted to give up.

 

Martha looked in pain, but she gritted her teeth and began to unbend her arm. Charles looked amazed. He had two hands on her arm, one on the bulging bicep, one on the hand.

2 hands v one arm, no contest and Martha powered out of the hold. Charles kept a grip, tried to re-apply it.

Martha bent over; Charles fell on top of her shoulder. Martha stood up, taking Charles up with her in a firemans carry. He still had a grip of her arm but not for long. Now in control, she was able to flex her arm, the bicep bulged to 14 inches. His grip was broken by pure muscle expansion. Before he could re-apply the hold, Martha dropped her husband hard to the floor. He was winded.

Now she had her prey lined up. She dived onto him with knees lying across his arms in the school girl pin.

“Argghhhh” a blood curdling scream came from the mouth of Charles. At first it wasn’t clear, but the legs were the source of his pain. The rock hard quads had trapped his head and were squeezing him like a grape.

A shot of spit came form his mouth, some blood trickled from his nose. Martha looked on a mission.

“You must give in honey so I don’t hurt you” she mocked; mow flexing both biceps too just to add to the humiliation.

“Arghhhhh” he ailed with one tame effort to move her legs. He was in a hopeless position, and with one more increase in power, he yelled the famous words

“Ok, I give please no more”

 

Martha leaped up and flexed to the applauding family. I didn’t applaud, I was scared at how strong she had become. Martha bent down and helped up Charles. They kissed. It seemed that she enjoyed being stronger, yet he didn’t mind. I loved the look of muscles, but not sure I could handle being dominated all the time.

 

“Very good Martha, but you took a long time to win” mocked her mum.

“Next we will have my big boy against his mother”

 

Pierre looked close to tears and nothing had happened yet.

 

You would not have guessed that Mrs Van no longer was competitive in her sport. She was big. Pierre looked resigned to defeat as his mum grabbed him. A half hearted attempt to block her was pointless as she threw him to the floor. Pierre put up his arms and made a brief attempt to fend her off.

“Roll out of the way” I shouted to him

 

Pierre tried, but Mrs Van stopped him with her foot. She sat on his back, just as Amy had done to me moments earlier. Mrs Van went for the arms, but Pierre wisely tucked them under his body. It left his mum with no choice. She wrapped the steel quads around him and squeezed.

Arghhhhhhh” came the gasp form Pierre.

Mrs Van rolled over onto her back, Pierre trapped in her legs, now elevated in the air.

Martha pointed and giggled, Pierre was helpless in the vice and his erection was seen by all as he was turned over. He frantically tried to pull his shorts over his penis, but each time he got close, Mrs Van squeezed hard, causing him to go momentarily limp. Pierre was in panic; his arms flailed around, but couldn’t get to his shorts. In fact, the only things he touched, biceps, quads and calves, seemed to get him even harder. In no more than 45 seconds, Pierre finally got enough breath to yell “You win, I quit”

 

Mrs Van released the grip and Pierre fell down to the mat. He barely had enough energy to put himself away.

 

Mrs Van pulled back her hair with both hands, showing off the biceps to the family.

 

“Ok, it is 2-0 to the women. Maybe we get a male win now” she said as she pointed to her husband.

 

Pierre had returned to my side, “Dad will win this” he said

 

“How do you know?” I asked

 

“He has won 3 times against Amy” he said

 

Perhaps, but Amy was buff; he may be under estimating his youngest daughter.

 

Amy and her dad were about to lock up when Amy stepped back.

 

“If I beat dad in under 2 minutes, I want to wrestle Andy too” she exclaimed

 

Her dad laughed, “You have not beat me once yet, let alone in 2 minutes”

 

“So it’s a deal?” she asked again

 

Her mum nodded and Amy leapt into action.

 

I glanced at my digital watch. 2 minutes was not a long time, come on Mr Van, hold out.

 

Amy suddenly looked huge. She wasn’t Belgian bodybuilder champion for nothing. Mr Van was stocky too; this was a match up for sure. The 2 locked up. Amy tried to throw her dad but he was pretty strong. He had to be with a wife like his. Both groaned and grunted as they pushed, each trying to gain the advantage. Mt Van suddenly looked concerned. His pushing was not working, and Amy was getting the upper hand. Each muscle tensed to its maximum. Damn, she was hot.

Arghhhh” roared Mr Van as Amy threw him to the floor. His face painted a thousand words. This was obviously the first time his daughter had gotten the upper hand and he was scared. Amy dived onto him. Her legs grapevine his right leg and applied the pressure. Mr Van roared in pain. I would guess Amy had 22 inch quads, and they looked 30 inch as they pumped the pressure on then off. Mr Van placed both hands on her quad trying to remove the pain giving hold. Big mistake. Amy grabbed his arm and bent it back. Mr Van was now on his side, leg entwines by the muscle, arm trapped in a grip of forearm and bicep.

I glanced at the watch; 1 minute 34 seconds had passed.

Arghhhhhh” screamed Mr Van as he had to his wife many years before.

“Time? How long?” Yelled Amy

 

“10 seconds” I yelled back.

 

With time running out, Amy bent the arm right back.

“Give it up old man” she shouted in his ear

“Ow, please arghhhhh” he wailed

“Say it, say it now” she forcefully bellowed

“He held on for a few seconds, I glanced at the watch, 4 seconds to go…..

“Ow, Ok you win Amy” he conceded

 

“Yes!!!!” Squealed Amy as she leapt up. Mr Van held his arm; he was in agony, but also ashamed having lost to the final female in his family.

 

Amy stood up. Each muscle looked perfect as she walked over to me and hoisted me into her arms in a cradle hold.

 

“I get to beat my baby again” she proudly announced as she marched me around the room in her muscular arms.

 

I then felt a sudden move forward. Amy dropped me. She had been pushed in the back by the plucky teen Ellen.

 

Ellen stood up to Amy, dwarfed by the bodybuilder mass.

“You get what is left, I wrestle Andy first” she hollered.

 

Amy looked as though she was ready to take out the youngster right there, but she stepped back and gestured for her to carry on.

 

“Let’s see if we get 4 and 0” said Mrs Van.

 

Ellen grabbed at me, but I was able to swat her away. She grabbed my leg, but again, I moved quickly and got free. Ellen was no Amy, or Martha. This was my moment to shine. Ellen jumped at me, I side stepped and pushed her down to the floor. I got on top, now it was me who had the advantage with a schoolboy pin of my own.

 

“Hey, if I beat Ellen in less than 2 minutes, I don’t have to wrestle Amy right?” I asked

 

“Sure” said Amy very confidently. Was she mad? I had this match won.

 

I grabbed Ellen’s arms and they were harder than I thought. Still, this didn’t stop me, I pinned her arms to the floor.

 

“Give up little girl?” I asked

 

Ellen just laughed.

 

I tried to copy the leg scissors seen earlier. Sadly, my legs were weak and Ellen just shook her head to acknowledge that my best was not working. I had both hands on her biceps and tried to squeeze them. She just tensed them up and while not big, they were too hard to dent. My confidence did dent though and it started to wane as she began to push her arms up. I leaned over, my strength and my weight on her arms. The mistake had been made. Her legs were now free and they kicked up to wrap around my shoulders. I held on, but not for long. Even with all my advantage, her arms were strong and she managed to lift up her arms. Her fingers locked into mine and with a snap, my fingers were being bent back and I let out a squeal. Ellen threw me off her. I tried to get to my feet but she stood over me. I tried to stand, taking her up with me. I managed it, she was small, but her arm locked around my neck and I struggled to breathe. I clawed at her arm, but she was way stronger than I gave her credit for. As the air drained, I fell down.

 

Ellen was now sat on my back. I was exhausted. The 2 minutes had passed; I was more concerned with avoiding defeat and, more worryingly, humiliation.

Ellen applied a hammerlock on my arm, almost the same hold as Amy had used an hour before. It was almost like the pupil had learnt from the teacher.

Arghhhh” I yelled

“Ow ow, ok, you win” I blurted out

Ellen just sniggered

 

“Didn’t Pierre warn you, I don’t just do cop outs” she threatened

 

Nobody stepped in to stop her.

 

The arm was twisted more and more

 

“I didn’t want to look pathetic in front of Amy, but I began to cry. Amy was stronger no doubt, but Ellen applied the hold in just as painful a manner.

 

“Please, I give up” I pleaded

 

“Now, what demands shall we set?” teased Ellen

 

“None, anything, help, ow” I screamed

 

“Ok, well first you admit that women kick butt” she said

 

“Ok” I wailed, “Girls are stronger than boys”

 

“And, what about teen girls?” she mocked

 

“Yes, teen girls are too strong for me” I shouted out

 

“And, you want to date me?” she asked

 

“What? There is … ow ow” The pain was intense

 

“Say it” she demanded

 

“I want to date you” I said it

 

Amy stepped in, “That’s enough, he is mine”

 

Ellen kept the hold on and rolled me over

“Then why does he have a hard on if he doesn’t want me” she laughed

 

Amy grabbed Ellen and forced her to let go.

 

“Now now Ellen, Andy is hard for muscles, my muscles” she said

 

Amy helped me up.

 

“So, do we need to wrestle so that I can make you admit to all my family that you are my boyfriend now and that we are going to have sex?” she asked

 

I looked around. Despite the brash sexual claims, nobody seemed bothered or offended. I got the impression that since Amy had gotten so muscle-bound she was now in control of this family.

 

“Well, do I need to make you admit it?” she asked

 

“No, I guess not” I admitted

 

“Great” exclaimed Amy, “You lot better get the kettle on, we won’t be long”

 

With that, Amy hoisted me up in her muscled arms.

“This will be wonderful. I waited years for this. You are mine now, and I will enjoy being with you”

 

I looked over my shoulder to see the family watching their teen daughter carry her man to bed.

 

Well, what else could I do but enjoy the inevitable.

 

 

 

 

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