Double Trouble Musclefan_UK
Steph and Vicky were identical twins.
They looked the same, they dressed the same. That shared hobbies, the same
taste in guys, they were almost copybook carbon
copies. There was one difference though, which the girls discovered two weeks
after their 17th birthday.
After over indulging, Steph had
complained to her sister that she had a few extra pounds on her hips. In truth,
this was more in the mind. Both girls had tremendous figures. Both were light
skinned and had long blonde hair running down their long backs. Both girls were
5’9’’ bare foot, and had a steady weight of around 128 lbs. They both enjoyed
cross country running, and had nicely toned physiques, with a small degree of
muscularity. After days of complaining about the excess weight, Steph convinced Vicky to come to the local gym with her.
Vicky agreed as usual.
The first few sessions saw the girls run, bike and step in
a bid to tone up and lose the imaginary pounds. But after several visits, and
being more comfortable in the gym environment, Steph
suggested that they try some of the weights. These were normally hogged by
sweaty guys, but for some reason, the gym was quiet on this given day. Vicky
joked as she lay down on the bench. Steph took some
of the plates off, and handed her the bar. Vicky squealed and laughed as she
strained and managed a weak couple of reps. Steph
helped her put the bar back on the stand.
“How much was that then?” asked Vicky
“Erm, 110 lbs” said Steph as she read off the side of the plates and did the
maths in her head
“Is that good?” Asked Vicky
Steph shrugged her shoulders. While
being fit, neither girl had ever lifted weights in their life. In fact, neither had done anything slightly resembling a manual
task.
Vicky stood up and did a mock flex. Both sisters laughed.
Her arm had some definition, but the muscle was small and smooth.
Steph then took to the bench. We were
about to find out what the difference between the 2 girls was. Steph took the bar in her hands. She slowly pulled it to
her chest with her sister perched over her, ready to help her out of she was to
struggle. Steph smiled and straightened out her arms,
and again, and again. She repeated the motion 10 times before resting the bar
down. Vicky applauded.
“That was nothing” boasted Steph,
“Stick me some more on there”
Vicky did, loading up the bar to 130 lbs
Once more, Steph took the bar
and pushed out 10 reps with apparent ease.
“Have you been working out?” asked Vicky
“No, I swear” said Steph, rather
shocked by her feat.
Steph was the exact same built as her
sister, how she was so much stronger was a complete mystery.
“Go some more” said an intrigued Steph
This went on several times, until Steph
struggled with her tenth rep, AT 230lbs!!!!!!!
“Well I am either really strong, or you are really weak”
said Steph
Both sisters laughed and went of to shower.
The gym incident had been fun, but it was soon forgotten.
It was months later when the girls were in a nightclub, when the issue was
brought back up. Both girls were sat in identical black dresses is Fandango
Nightclub in town. 2 big guys came over with drinks, trying their luck with the
attractive blonde sisters. They got chatting, the guys boasted about their
rugby victory earlier in the day. One guy proceeded to flash his large bicep to
the 2 girls.
“Wow, that’s some muscle” said Vicky, “We did weights
once” she laughed
“Cool, strong ladies huh?” mocked the big guy
“Well, we don’t know. We just lifted some weights, I have
no idea if we are weak or strong” she explained.
“Well, how much did you bench then?” enquired the rugby
player
“Hmm, I forget, I think it was about 110lbs” said Vicky
laughing
“Wow, that’s pretty impressive, you don’t look that
strong” he said as he examined her sleeveless arms
“Ok, no need to take the piss” said a laughing Vicky
“No, I am serious, 110 lbs is a hell of a bench press, I
know guys who struggle with that” he said
Steph was pretty quiet; she was
listening to all of this, and trying to think of how much she had lifted
Eventually, she chipped into the conversation;
“So if a girl our size did, say, 230lbs, would that be
good?”
The guys all laughed
“If someone your size did 230lbs, I would check if they
had balls” said the frontman
“Well, do I have balls?” said a serious looking Steph
The guys stopped, looking puzzled
“I did 10 reps at 230lbs, I thought it was shit, but you
are saying that it would be a good lift?” she asked in her naivety
“Good!” exclaimed the guy, “It would be impossible”
“So you’re calling me a liar?” shouted Steph,
suddenly losing patience with the man who was chatting
her up.
“Well, erm, no, but I mean, I am
6’2 190 lbs, and I only just bench more than 230lbs” said the big guy
Steph had no idea what came over her,
but she was furious
“So you are 190lbs?” she asked
The guy nodded
“Right, then a girl my size shouldn’t be able to do this
right?” she said as she moved towards him and in one swift motion, had picked
the guy up in her arms.
The other guys were shocked. Some laughed, some blushed,
but the big man was hoisted in the air, in Steph’s arms, looking rather
embarrassed
Steph put down the big man and
apologised
The big man had seen his pride hurt, he had to respond as
only a man could. He slammed his arm onto the small table. “Make fun of me huh?
Easily solved” he shouted, gesturing to Steph to have
him an arm wrestle.
Steph had never done this before. She
was almost half the size of this guy. His arm was way bigger. She should have
been easy pickings for him, but for some unknown reason, she had this inner
strength. They locked hands. His were sweaty, obviously a bag of nerves with
the audience watching and the implications to his manhood.
“Go on Andy” shouted one of the group,
Andy, the big man, was stunned by the resistance being shown by Steph. Steph’s arm was straight and solid, not a hint of a
quiver. Stpeh had no idea how she could compete with
such a big man, but she was doing, and easily. Steph
began to push. Andy’s face began to drop as so too did his arm. Steph strained and went over the top. The onlookers were
disbelieving. Steph gave a big shove and slammed his
hand to the table.
“Fucking freak” spat Andy
Steph’s arm was held up by Vicky as the 2 girls headed off
to the bar to celebrate.
As the years went by, the 2 girls remained close. They
still ran cross country races, and had the odd workout, but the weights never
became part of their lives. By the age of 25, both girls had grown into
beautiful women. Vicky had found her dream guy. Pete was a semi professional
soccer player. He was slightly taller, and of average build. They were very
happy together, and for the first time, something had gotten between the 2 twin
sisters. Steph was happy for Vicky. She was glad that
she had found someone special. She even liked Pete, perhaps too much. The twins
had shared an interest in most things in their lives; this seemed to extend to
choice of guys.
Steph sat alone one night in her 1
bedroom flat. The TV flickered but she wasn’t really watching. She was thinking
about Pete and Vicky. Pete was a nice guy, but he had come between the 2 girls.
Part of her wanted him for herself, part of her wanted him out of their lives
altogether. She fell asleep with a bottle of wine in her hand, something had to
give.
Vicky called on Wednesday morning. She was due to go away
for a week with her work, but she had come round with more dramatic news. As Steph opened the door, Vicky had a huge smile on her face.
She did not need words; she simply flashed her left hand to her sister. Third finger along played host to a huge diamond.
“Pete and I are engaged” she squealed. Steph
hugged her sister. She was happy for her, but bitterly jealous. She saw Vicky
off to the airport, and as she drove back home, she decided that now was the
time. She had to do something about the situation. She couldn’t split up Pete
and Vicky, her sister would be broken, and if she ever found out, it would
break the sisters apart. So she opted for the next best thing, she was going to
get Pete for herself. She turned off the motorway early, heading for the house
shared by Pete and Vicky. She did her lipstick in the mirror while stopped
momentarily at the traffic lights. She pulled up outside the house. She
breathed heavy. This was big, once she did this; there would be no going back.
Her plan was to seduce Pete into sex by fooling him into thinking it was Vicky.
She would then blackmail him into making it regular or she would tell her
sister that he had instigated sex.
She was about to leave the car when she glanced at her
left hand. No engagement ring! She hadn’t thought this through,
she would easily be spotted at the impostor. She drove off to perfect her plan,
tomorrow would be the big day.
That night Steph made sure of
every fine detail. She bought an engagement ring identical to Vicky’s. She
sprayed herself with Vicky’s favourite perfume. Despite them being twins, Steph knew of a few tiny differences that only the girls
could spot. She attended to each of these until she really was the same as
Vicky, exactly the same.
She got a taxi to Pete’s the next morning. Her car would
be the giveaway. Pete was in the upstairs window typing on his PC. He worked
from home when not out training. Steph got out the
spare keys and let herself in.
“Honey, Peter?” she called
Pete was shocked to see her
“But,
“I was missing you so much, I had to come back” lied Steph
Steph and Pete kissed in the hallway, Steph was in heaven in
the arms of her sisters husband.
“Lets go to bed” said Steph in her best sultry voice
Pete let go of Steph
“Erm, can we later?” asked Pete.
Missing Vicky, Pete had woken hours before and jerked himself off and so wasn’t
really yup for sex right now. This was not what Steph
wanted to hear.
Steph grabbed Pete
“I said, I want sex, you are my fiancé, now you oblige”
Pete looked shocked. Clearly this was out of character for
Vicky, but of course, this wasn’t Vicky at all
Steph advanced, Pete backed off up the
stairs. As they entered the bedroom Steph pounced, She pushed Pete hard onto the bed and jumped onto him,
holding him down fast.
“What’s got into you, stop this” said a scared Pete
Steph just smiled as she reached down
and began to caress his groin. Pete didn’t like this aggressiveness but as she
massaged, he did begin to get hard. Pete began to struggle, he was now horny,
but she didn’t like the idea of his fiancé having this power in the bedroom. He
was the guy, he should dictate how and when sex
happened. Steph held both Pete’s hands above his head
to the bed. The more he struggled, the harder Steph
pushed. Pete was held fast. Steph slipped off her
skirt, she had no underwear on. She undid Pete’s belt.
“Vicky, please stop this” he pleaded. This fell on deaf
ears.
Steph removed his trousers and pants.
She sat back, letting go of Pete’s now pink wrists. Pete breathed heavy.
Steph’s hard body looked just like Vicky. Pete had no reason to suspect it
wasn’t his fiancé, but he had never seen such strength in his partner before.
“Look Vicky, can we leave this, we can make love tonight”
asked Pete
“We” said Steph sternly, “are
having sex now”
With that, the struggle began again. Pete made a dash for
it, but Steph’s strong arms held him and pulled him back to the bed. Her legs
wrapped around him and squeezed the air from him. Pete was released and fell to
the bed. Steph once more jumped onto him. She held
Pete down; the struggle had begun to diminish. Steph
once again grabbed his erect penis. This time, to place it inside her. Steph moaned as she realised her sick dream. She rode Pete
for what seemed like hours. She reached orgasm many times, Pete was being
raped.
After she had finished, she kissed a stunned Pete on the
cheek.
“I have to get back to
She was about to tell Pete that she was really Steph, but she saw his face, it was one of pure shock. She
knew this would be too much to take in. Instead, she decided to go with plan b.
“Pete, what just happened, it was a one off, a crazy urge
I always had. It will not happen again, so please, lets never mention it again”
she said
Pete nodded. Steph kissed him
again and left.
The days passed and Steph was
wracked with guilt. Vicky returned home, and found Pete in a very strange mood.
Pete was off sex. His male pride had been destroyed by the forceful sex that
had been inflicted upon him. Vicky was puzzled. She confided in her sister.
Weeks went by, Vicky and Pete were having sex, but it
wasn’t as it used to be. Pete almost seemed scared of her. Steph
felt so awful about what was happening. Her moment of madness had destroyed her
sisters marriage. She lay awake
one night, trying to think of how she could recify
the situation. Suddenly the idea hit her, she ran it
over and over in her head. It was a risk, but hell, it might just work.
Steph waited until Vicky was out for
the day, and paid Pete a visit once more, posing again as Vicky. She could see
that Pete was almost frightened of her.
“Pete, you are starting to lose me. You are off sex, what
is wrong?” Steph asked
Pete snarled at her, “You know exactly what is wrong. You
raped me”
“But you liked it Pete, you were hard as a rock” replied Steph, still posing as Vicky
Pete sat down, and began to whimper. Steph
put her arm round him.
“Pete, why not admit that you loved it when I was strong?”
said Steph, Pete did not reply
“Don’t make me force you” said Steph
with menace
Pete backed off. Steph suddenly
got the vision of her rape into her head. She wanted it again. She grabbed
Pete. Pete put his hands on her biceps to stop her, but Steph
was way too strong. Steph wrestled Pete onto the
floor. With one hand, she again help him down while
unzipping his trousers. Pete was rock hard. Steph
held herself above his erection.
“Now, admit it, you love it Pete” she shouted into his red
face
Pete was silent. Steph lowered
herself onto his penis.
Pete began to breathe heavy. Steph
began to lift herself with her arms, almost like press
ups, riding up and down on Petes hard dick.
“OK OK, I like it but stop
please” shouted Pete
This wasn’t what Steph expected.
She lifted herself off him and lay beside him on the
carpet.
“Look Vicky, your strength turns me on, but I can’t cope.
I am a man, I have an ego. I can’t stand being at your mercy. I, I just can’t
do it” Pete began to cry
Steph knew that what she was about to
do might end in disaster. It may lead to divorce, may even send her to prison.
But Pete’s tears moved her so much.
“Pete, what if you were stronger. And you could be the one
in control, only sometimes, sometimes you became weaker” said Steph
Pete looked puzzled
“You know, like the incredible hulk. Under normal
circumstances, you are stronger, but once in a while, I get super strong, and
dominate you” said Steph
Pete looked her in the eyes
“That’s not possible, you are stronger than me, what can I
do. I ain’t playing pretend games”
Steph stroked his head
“Pete, you are stronger than your wife”
Pete was now puzzled beyond belief
“Look Pete, please don’t hate me. The person you see now,
the person who raped you. It’s me Steph, not Vicky”
she explained
Pete was in shock. “I, I don’t understand”
Steph explained how she and Vicky were
the same except for the freak strength she possessed. It took Pete a while to
take it in. He was unset at having been fooled, but the relief that his wife
was not his equal strength wise was obvious on his face. The 2 chatted for what
seemed like hours. Pete felt comfortable now. He told Steph
how their sex was amazing, and how he had long fantasized over a strong woman
taking him. But he also said how much he loved Vicky and the reality comfort of
being stronger than her.
“Look Pete, I shall leave it with you. I don’t want to
split you guys up. But if you ever want some fun, and a strong woman, give me a
call. It can be our secret” she said
Over the next 6 months, Vicky and Pete had their normal
life back. Sex was resumed as normal with Pete the leader. He and Steph met up on only 3 occasions for wrestling and sex. It
suited everyone. Everything was perfect, until one March night. Vicky had been
out of town, Pete had asked Steph
over for their occasional wrestling session. Vicky returned home to an empty
house, and began to tidy the bedroom. She lifted up Pete’s dressing gown and
spotted something shiny below in the long plush carpet. She knelt down and
picked it up, it was a ring, one she recognised, and it didn’t belong to her.
It was Steph’s. Why was it here? It didn’t make
sense.
Vicky was now curious, she began
to riffle through Pete’s drawers. She found cuttings of female fitness models
in flexing poses. It all began to add up. Over the next few weeks, Vicky became
more sure that Pete loved strong women, and that he
had slept with her own twin sister. Steph was nervous
when over at the house. Was she paranoid, or had her sister committed the
ultimate sin? The uncertainty was tearing her apart. Vicky decided that she had
to know, so set up a ‘business’ trip. She returned home early, just in time to
see Steph arrive at the house. Her worst fears were
revealed as she sneaked in. Steph was dominating her
husband. Vicky fled, she had not been seen. She loved Peter, and hated her
sister. Through her tears, she began to plot her revenge, a plan to humiliate Steph, and win back Peter………
To be continued