Strong Lisa By The Collector My Strong Cousin or Lisa's Sexy Strength Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com I was 18. My cousin Lisa, a distant cousin, had come to live with us to attend college at State since it would have been too expensive for her to live on campus. I had always looked up to her, actually I think I had a perpetual crush on her since I was a little guy. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen growing up and that might have had something to do with my affection for her. And as a young woman nothing had changed. She was still the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. And she was a sort of female jock as well. Lisa wasn't big at 5'5" and 116 pounds. But she was incredibly beautiful, the kind of girl that turns heads when she walks into a room. Her body was 37DD-22-35...the most beautiful body I'd ever seen. And no matter what she wore, she drove me nuts. I just wondered if other guys felt what she did to me. Her strawberry blonde hair was always perfect and I loved her blue eyes. She had lots of dates so I got to see her dressed up in the sexiest clothes she had. I don't think she had a clue how I felt, but when she got all dressed up to go out, I often had to leave the room to maintain my composure. She had the sweetest personality too. I never saw her treat anyone badly or say a bad word about anyone. And she always treated me like I was special. I guess I just wanted to be more special than I really was, but I knew that couldn't happen. Lisa was athletic too. I knew she had played sports in high school. Basketball, softball and she was on the track team, lettering every year in school. We had talked sports a few times since it was a real interest for both of us. I was on our football team and, at 5'11" and 190, I was an all conference guard. Anyway, during those times we talked, Lisa said she most liked the sprints because they were the biggest challenge for her. But she also said the coach had made her do the shot put as well because she was the strongest girl on the team. She had taken all-state honors in two sprints and in the shot, which really surprised me. I had thought a much bigger girl would beat her out, so for a girl she must be much stronger than she looks...even stronger than a lot of guys. Whenever I looked at her, and how beautiful she was, I couldn't help but wonder how strong she was. For some reason, it gave me the most wonderful feeling in the world. But at the same time, it just didn't seem right that I should like a girl to be as strong as I had imagined Lisa might be, especially as pretty as she was. Beautiful girls just aren't strong, except for Lisa I guess. I even wondered if she was stronger than any of the guys she dated. Late one Friday evening, just after midnight, I heard to door open downstairs. I knew it was Lisa returning from a date since my parents had gone away for the weekend. She walked in and I heard her heels against the hardwood floor. I had to see her. I put my robe on and rushed downstairs. She was standing in front of the TV watching, of all things, ESPN and catching the latest scores. "Hi Timmy...I didn't think you'd still be up." she said, not taking her eyes off the TV. "Just couldn't sleep," I said quietly. But I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing a tight, light pink furry sweater and a white skirt that came just inches above her knees. With white hi heeled sandals, her legs were slim, yet slightly muscular, and perfectly shaped. She had her hands on her hips, one leg slightly cocked as she stared at the TV. What her body did for her clothes, especially her sweater, was amazing. Her calf muscles were slightly prominent as she stood there and I glanced down...and even her toes were perfect. She looked like the perfect girl. And to top it off, she was stronger than other girls. And I had a sudden urge to ask her something. "You look...really nice tonight Lisa." I said sheepishly. "Thanks Timmy" she said still watching the TV. "I mean...you really look...you know...sexy." She turned to look at me. I was blushing and she sensed it. "Tim...that's so nice of you to say. I actually feel a little sexy too when I get dressed up." She had a soft smile that was only accentuated by her pretty pink lips. I wanted to kiss her so badly. "Lisa...can I ask you something?" "Sure...what's the matter? You look like something's bugging you. Let's sit down." She sat on the couch, her left leg under her and I sat to her left. She faced me with a concerned look in her eyes. Her right leg hung just off the floor. As she looked at me, I could see her cleavage, as her breasts were so prominent. She caught me looking but didn't say anything. "Lisa...I know you played sports and everything in school...but...were you really the strongest girl in school? Are you really that strong?" She looked at me and smiled and slipped off her shoe, her pretty foot dangling out before me. I was nervous wanting to hear her answer. "Yes...I'm a very strong girl Tim...much stronger than I look, or than someone would suspect." "Wow...when I saw you standing there...I just imagined you were...I mean...I hoped...you were even stronger than me...but you're a girl..." "And you don't think a girl could be stronger than you?" "Well...no...I mean, I play football, and lift weights, I'm a jock and all. And you're smaller than I am." "A girl doesn't have to be big to be strong...I wasn't the biggest girl in school by any stretch...but no one could come close to matching my strength...not even the guys." "You-you're stronger than guys too? Come one Lisa...you're teasing me." She laughed as I said it, as though something was genuinely funny. "How strong I am really means that much to you?" she asked innocently. "It just...it's really sexy Lisa...I can't explain it...I can't help it." "So...do you really want to know? You really want to see my strength?" "Yes Lisa...more than anything...I just...fantasize about you being really strong." "C'mon upstairs...I'll show you something...but give me a minute to change. I'll come to your room. Just wait for me." I went to my room anticipating what she was going to do. I was on edge, anxious. My hormones were surging. I hoped, kept hoping that she was stronger than I was, not just stronger than other girls. If she had muscles too...all the better...much better. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of her heels against the floor again. What was taking her so long? The she walked into the hallway, to my bedroom door, and opened it. "Hi Tim" she said. Oh my...she wore blue jean cutoffs as high as they could be worn, a short sleeved pink blouse tied above her waist, open all the way down to the tie. I could tell it was too small as her breasts were easily too big for it...I had never seen a girl with a body like hers...ever. She wore the same white sandals she'd worn before. I'd never seen her so alluring. "Lisa...you look...sexy...really sexy..." She strode into the room slowly, the sound of her heels counting a soft, sharp cadence as though she knew what that sound did to me. She walked over to my weight bench, picked up a barbell and stripped the weights from it. "Come here Tim...come real close." she commanded. I walked to within a foot of her and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful breasts pleaded with me to touch them, but I didn't dare. "Does this look like the body of a girl with strength Tim?" "Uh...no...not really...but I know you're strong..." "I'll bet you really want to know...don't you?" "Lisa...please show me how strong you are...you look so sexy..." I pleaded...begged. "Watch this Tim...let me show you how strong a girl can be." She raised the barbell, placing her hands at either end, then raised it above her head. "Lisa...anybody can do that...there's not even any weight on it." "But...can anybody do this?" She started exerting pressure on the bar...and it started to bend downward. "Lisa...oh man...you're strong Lisa...stronger than..." "Stronger than you Tim. Now how do you like my strength?" The bar continued to bend as her powerful arms kept the ends moving downwards. "I love it Lisa...you're...you're as strong..." "I'm even stronger than you'd hoped aren't I? Stronger than you could have imagined." She finished the bar as the ends came together, then with a final thrust, she crossed them. "Yes...Lisa...I love your strength Lisa..." I could have cried for want of her...I nearly was. She undid the tie to her blouse...it hung loose, her breasts begging to be touched. Then she put a finger to my chest and started pushing me backwards as though I were a little boy. "You see something you want, don't you Tim?" she said smiling. I said nothing...I just moved backwards until I reached my bed, then with a slight push of her hand, I fell on it. She sat down on the bed beside me and ran her finger down my chest. Then with both hands, she took my pajama top in hand and ripped it apart, exposing my chest. She got on the bed and lay beside me, resting on her left elbow. Her shirt was open and I reached up and placed my hands across her soft firm breasts. Her angelic face, the face of a woman of incredible strength...stared at me, her beautiful eyes...those perfect lips...my hands filled with pleasure...how much better could it get? "Tim...I have something else to show you...if you're up to it." "Wh-what Lisa?" "Ever see a strong girl's muscles Tim?" "Lisa...you have...muscles too? Oh geez..." She lifted her hand from my chest and made a fist. The muscles in her arm tensed...her bicep started to rise slowly. "Tim...watch how big it gets." She said smiling. She was right...with each move of her arm, it swelled as if rising for the ceiling. "No girl...can have muscles like yours...Lisa..." "Have you ever seen anything so pretty...and so strong?" I reached up and grabbed her strength...put my hand around it as best I could. "It's so hard Lisa...oh, I love your muscles Lisa...and your strength...and you're so sexy...and so strong." "I guess you don't think a girl can't be stronger than you anymore...do you?" "N-no...Lisa..." I was on the verge of tears for wanting her so much. "Let me show you something else only a girl can do...and a few only a strong muscle girl can do." I watched as her face moved closer, her hair dropped into my eyes...and her soft lips came close to mine...and it got even better.