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His Trainer, His Mother [King James x TGG]

Frankie could feel the love in the room as she looked at her brother once more once he sat down. She had enough time to reach for the television remote and turn the thing one before he grabbed her, and held her close. Her smile was replaced only by a look of surprise, hearing that Jason was now working for their mother, a coincidence to her that she assured was possibly due to them meeting like she said.

"Well that's good... Probably got you working at the front counter, right? Handling all the membership business? That's where she put me at first too, but, your case might be a bit more permanent, Mr. 'I broke my knee when it mattered'." Frankie would bully him a little, but shake her head in a joking manner. She'd focus on the TV for only a moment, and began flipping through channels, though her mind was still on the man that had her in his arm.

"So, you meet any girl's out there in the big city? Ever since my birthday... every guy in my college classes have just been insufferable. 'Date me' this, 'Teach me how to lift' that...Ugh." She'd complain slightly, and end her selection on a relatively generic teenage high school drama. She'd hike up her legs, her arm resting on her knees as she started watching it. "Oh! Oh! You've been keeping up with 'Strike Town High'? This is the episode where the goth chick gets pregnant..."
 
Jason nodded as his sister suggested that he was going to be working the front counter at first before taking a verbal jab at his knee before shaking her head to signal her joke. “Wow, harsh. You’d think a good sister would be more compassionate about her big brother’s blown knee.” He quipped back with a roll of the eyes, punctuating his words with a squeeze of her hip.

A laugh escaped his lips as she settled on a high school drama and asked him about if he’d found any girls out in the big city. “Not in the big city, no.” He said as flashbacks of the previous night with their mother came over him. He was telling the truth—he hadn’t found her in the big city. “God Frankie, I haven’t watched this in like three years. I’m gonna be so confused. If we’re gonna watch this you’ll have to explain every little bit. I didn’t even know this girl was goth now!”
 
Frankie's face was a window to her emotions and feelings, the girl subconsciously having no control over her features. It was a weakness she had, which made her a terrible liar, but a severely obvious candidate for honesty. Her mouth went agape at the admittance of Jason finding no one, and gave a chuckle his way once he also mentioned having fallen behind on their once favorite show.

"Well damn, Jay... okay, so she got all depressed when Chaz broke up with her in the third season, right? Soooo, when she met the weird loner dude who always ate lunch with the band nerds she found out he was a mad goth freak. Pretty much two seasons later, now, after having been kicked off the cheer leading squad - because they're a bunch of bitches - one montage and two episodes later, she's preggo with his baby." She'd explain briefly, beaming with excitement the whole time as she gave a synopsis on the show.

Only a few moments later when the show would go to commercial, did she pat him on the chest, and wriggle out of his grasp. "Gonna make us some sandwiches... I'm starving and forgot to eat breakfast." Frankie spoke up, as she hopped up from the furniture and padded her way to the kitchen.
 
Jason could see the extra bit of perk in his sister’s face as he revealed he had no strings attached to him after coming home from college. He was single, well, other than the intense sexual marathon he had shared with their mother the previous evening.

He nodded and tried to follow along as Frankie explained how the cheerleader on their favorite show had been impregnated by the goth kid, explaining the drama of it all so enthusiastically. She hadn’t changed a bit when it came to her enthusiasm.

When she got up to head to the kitchen to make some sandwiches he couldn’t help but stare at that delicious ass. His night with their mother had awakened a sexual beast inside of him and he couldn’t help but envision her naked. “I’ll come help.” He said as he got up and followed her into the kitchen. “Anything you need help with, Frankie?”
 
There was a moment of contemplation that came with the thoughts of the food she would make, and idealized what was gonna be made. Then by the time she made her way in, he was already upon her, offering his help for sandwiches. "Wha...? Well, err, if you're so willing to help, then you can make your own sandwiches." Frankie laughed, and pointed to the fridge, where all the ingredients surely were.

The girl climbed onto the counter with her knee, and rested to get to the cabinets up top, huffing and grunting aloud as she then hopped down afterwards, bread and plates in hand. "Here... should be good to go now." She'd exhale and set the plates down in between them so they could get started. She' open the bag and set the slices of bread down on the dish, ready now.
 
Jason laughed as his sister suggest he make his own sandwich instead of them doing it together. “Ouch, guess I shouldn’t offer to help anymore.” He teased as he watched her hop up to get everything out of the cabinets. “Or maybe I should have just helped with my height, shortie. You can hardly reach the bottom shelf let alone the top!” He teased as she made her way back down.

He went to the fridge and got out the ham, turkey, lettuce, and mayonnaise before going to work, trying to make a healthy meal for himself. “I should’ve just let you make it. Then I could see how you keep that body in such fine shape.” He said playfully as he eyed her thighs, barely able to take his eyes off of his younger sibling.
 
"Well, to start, we use plain bread, turkey, lettuce... and if you absolutely need condiments, there's some honey in the fridge door over there." Frankie would explain, as she went about assembling her own once he was finished. Her interest was more or less about the food for now, though flashed Jason a glance here and there, before she soon finished constructing her meal.

"It's... simple but effective." Frankie would hold up the plate, just in time to hear the cue for the show continuing in the living room. The excited smile on her face said it all as she backpedaled to the living room and gestured for him to follow. "Hangnig out with big bro, just like back in grade school!" She'd say with a bouncing gait in her step.
 
Jason nodded as Frankie told him the simplicities of her sandwich. Not a lot to it, but that meant she wasn’t eating all the extra crap many people added to their food. “Well if it keeps your body that tight then it must be working.” He added with a simple smirk as they finished assembling their sandwiches as the show came back from commercial.

He followed her back into the living room and took his seat beside her. His plate was in lap, his sandwich in one hand, and his other arm wrapped around her, grasping her hip loosely. “Mmm, that is good, and so is this show, and so is being with you. Only difference from grade school is we’ve both grown into a pair of hotties.” He said with a laugh as the grip on her hip tightened. “So what about you? Any boys I need to be worried about?”
 
It was only a matter of time before she was focused back onto her brother's words, as she happily enjoyed the assembled sandwich with every bite. The idea that she could enjoy it even more in his company gave her a sense of surreal jubilation. She'd bite down and make it about halfway through before his question registered as the show slowed to a dialogue, and she was open for distraction. She looked over, munching quietly and hummed in thought.

"No, not really... I mean, aside from the weird flirts and men asking me to spot them on their weight machine things... No ones tried to actually ask me out." Frankie admitted, a quirky shift of the lips and shrug from her signaling her indifference to the subject. "Guess we're a couple of lone wolves then, yeah? Cool. 'Cause anyone trying to win my brother over will have to go through the gauntlet of questions. Nothing short of perfection for our family's badass draft pick." She'd rest her head on his shoulders, and dusted off her hands as she finished the sandwich in a few more bites.
 
As Frankie explained that she’d dealt with some annoying flirting and guys asking her to spot for them Jason finished up his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a napkin before tossing the napkin in the trash. He chuckled at the mention of any girl he ended up with would have to go through the gauntlet of questions with her. “And anyone vying for your attention will have to go through me. Not even a gauntlet of questions, they’ll just have to prove they’re worth it.”

As Frankie finished up her sandwich he pulled her closer, patting her rear lightly as he pushed things a bit further with her. “So then, we’re both a couple of lone wolves. How about we call today a nice little brother-sister date?” He teasingly Jones as he gently massages her firm flesh. “Who needs anyone else when perfection runs in the family?”
 
"Well, it's good to know I got someone watching my back." Frankie would give Jason's chest a loving rub as she cuddled up next to him on the sofa. His pull only allowed her to fetal up, feet on the furniture as she was simply set in to relax on him, free hand against his lap as he went about giving her backside a pat."Hey... I'm down for the date, so long as you're not all touchy-feely all day." She'd giggle aloud, and shift his arm and hand from her rear.

"What would you want to do today then? I don't really have much going on this weekend, except for finals. Mom's been getting on me about studying, but I already got everything locked away in my 'perfect' vault." Frankie would air quote, referring to Jason's statements about the family. She hummed and hugged him in her new position, still a bit enlightened just from his presence. It had been a long time in her eyes, though the day was just getting started and she felt the calming vibes soon after. "I'm just happy your back though..."
 
Jason smirked as he gave her rear another pat as she resituated. “Come on, I’m just a touchy feely kind of guy.” He said in protest before she nudged back into him, expressing her joy for simply spending time with him. It was true, it was refreshing simply to spend some time with his younger sister. It had been far too long seeing as he rarely came home.

“Well, we might as well stay active. What about a poolside workout?” He suggested as he rubbed her side. “It’s way too nice a day to spend the whole thing inside. Besides, I could really use some sun.”
 
Frankie took in the pseudo-silence of their stay on the couch as the show finally came to its familiar style of conclusion, to which Jason stole her attention by mentioning just what kind of guy he was when it came to social interaction. She shrugged and flashed him a sideways motion of the lips as she accepted the thought, and simply returned with her understanding. "Well, I guess... you did play football a lot, but don't think for one second I'm gonna let you toss me around like some piece of pigskin." She'd joke, before settling into the hug a bit further with a tight wrap of the arms. It was then the suggestion of going outside for a workout ring a bell of hers, smile beaming bright once she looked up at him.

"You... seriously read my mind just now. Mom keeps the mats and stuff out near the patio right there." She'd point to the awning covered porch in the back, clear as day even through the blinds of the window behind them. "Just let me get my gear on, and I'll meet you outside!" Frankie giddily hopped down from the couch, her socks coming off as she padded her way through the living room and out to the stairs. "Yoga... yoga.. yoga!" She'd chant with a frat boy impression in her tone.

About five minutes later, the short blonde would slide the backdoor open, and immediately felt the sun bathing her in its rays, and the soft hum of the pool's mechanisms down below as she stepped down the concrete stairs to the grass-filled backyard. The porch-patio provided some nice shade from it all, and the small, yet branching tree in the corner was all the scene needed to be completed. It was clear, even to Jason, that their childhood home had been worked on, and added onto over the years.

"Who's ready for some outside, neighbor-less work out?" Frankie would shout, her music player in hand as she held a couple towels also. She padded down to where she'd find Jason, wearing a pair of thong-shorts and a form-fitting tank-top, revealing her small, pert, and pierced nipples. "Ready with some light aerobics, or you trying to kick us off with some real stuff?"
 
Jason couldn’t help but laugh as his sitter lit up to his idea, chanting yoga like a frat boy as she made her leave. Apparently she’d liked his suggestion. He went upstairs to his old room to find a pair of navy blue swim trunks from high school. They were tight around his now more muscular thighs but still fit, hugging and presenting his thick bulge to the world. He then pulled off his shirt and was ready to go.

When Frankie came out she would find Jason already at his mat, doing some light stretching to ready himself for yoga. It may not have been that intense in the past, but he knew with his knee he would need to stretch out a bit first.

As Frankie approached he was happy to see her all ready to go, excited with her music player in hand wearing a pair of thong shorts that showed off that perfect ass and a tank top that showed off...wait...were those piercings? “Woah, are you just nipping hard or are those piercings?” He would bluntly ask, no filter. “Hey, you’re the one that called for yoga, you’re leading it. So you get to set the pace.”
 
Frankie simply looked to the area with a bit of practice, one of the outlets within the concrete ground being flipped open and allowed her to plug in the device with no issue. It was then she chose some soothing, yet fluid tracks of song, before it would signal transitions and alert her once the songs with lyrics kicked in. It was meticulous timing of her own work outs. However, her focus was shaped, as Jason questioned her about her nipple piercings in a matter-of-fact way that caught her off-guard. "Oh? Oh, yeah... got them done on my birthday." Frankie would pull on the hem of her midriff exposing tank-top, and show him the barbel studded beauties of hers.

The session would then start, as she led the pace, she would take stock in front of him, and began with the salutations and light poses. "To be honest, didn't take you for the whole, 'take it slow and breathe' kinda guys, big bro. Always figured you for the dudes that go hard always and never forgets about leg day until your muscles explode." She'd chuckle, and breathe out. Her focus was direct, and her body was limber and flexible enough to do some of the more advanced aspects of leading him without much issue.

Soon enough the more uptempo songs would kick in, allowing them to do the more active portions including the set reps of motion, Frankie now set on her hands and knees in front of him, lifting her legs repeatedly. "Remember, if you feel the burn in your core... it's working." She would say aloud, and continue on.
 
Jason would smirk as she pulled down on the hem of her shirt to pull the tank top tightly over her breasts so that he could get a better view of her barbell studs. “I do love a nice pair of pierced nipples.” He said quietly to himself as they both got into position and began.

As they began he laughed as she teased him about not being a take it slow and breathe easy kind of guy. “Yeah I never thought I would be either but when you blow your piece of shit knee out it ages you mentally. I hope you never have an issue like that.”

As she began to move into some more uptempo, active poses he kept the pace, working to mimic every movement she made as she got on her hands and knees in front of him. It was impossible for him not to stare at her ass, his cock even began to start bulging up in his tightened trunks. “Yup, I definitely feel it in my core. Fuck, I feel it everywhere. You’re good, sis. Does mom have you teaching classes yet?”
 
"Not yet... I need my Finals situated and graduate before I can though." Frankie responded with a winded sigh, and stretched out herself before standing up. Nothing seemed to be keeping her down for too long in one mood, before she looked over and noticed his shorts had gottn bigger. "Feeling the blood flowing through you, I see... That's good. What, this your first time or something?" She joked, and bounced a little as she looked around. The songs playing kicked into a more rock-like genre, which signaled the relaxing - ironically enough - portion of their session, as she loosened up and helped Jason into a cross-legged sitting position.

"Now, this is where it gets fun... just get to sit here, and meditate it out. Like, not really meditating, but the massaging and stuff helps, you know." Frankie would say to him, as her small hands would go about squeezing and kneading his neck and shoulders with practiced motions. Soon she'd get to his arms, keeping them level ans she then transitioned to a more smooth grip. "Ah, crap... forgot the oil. Give me a sec." She would frantically chime, and prance off to the patio to find it.

It took a minute, before she padded back, squeezing a dollop into her palm. "This always helps with my recovery, too... It has, weird electrolytes in it or something. Mom uses it." Frankie called out to him as she sped back, feet pressing against the grass. She smiled and started to swathe it in to the places she had already rubbed, and smeared it onto the new areas for safe measure. "There we go..."
 
“She’s making you graduate first? You’re way too talented to have to wait.” He said as she explained the situation. He then smirked as she called him out in the growth in his pants, his cock thick and aroused from being right behind her bent over. “What can I say, it’s good to stretch every muscle out, right?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh you mean I get a good rundown?” He asked as he laid back on his mat as she began rubbing his muscles down before realizing she’d forgotten the oil. “Your hands alone are good, but the oils could certainly help this old man’s joints.” He added jokingly, waiting a minute before she returned.

A light moan escaped his lips the first time the oil made contact with his skin and she began swathing it over his body. He would close his eyes as he tried to relax, falling into the pleasures her skillful hands could offer. “Oh that feels so good. You could bathe me in this stuff.” He said as she continued to knead into his muscles. “Don’t you kiss a spot.l
 
"Oh don't worry, I've done this before..." Frankie would listen to him as he simply moaned out in the situational rubdown he was giving her."Bathing in it... you gotta pour like, I think a spoonful in, and a cup of milk, good as new when you're done. Warm, hot, or even iced... you know." She'd explain it, as she eventually made her way down to his legs, and eventually his ankles and feet with no real spot of him being virtually missed, save for his groin. She thought about it, possibly any longer than a sane person should have, as she shook the taboo perception away in order to continue with what she was doing.

"Alright... getting some of your more personal muscles done." Frankie warned him, as she straddled his thighs and poured a bit more into her hands as she rubbed some onto her forearms and upper arms as well. She'd reach for his chest, fingers massaging his front and abdomen with ease after a minute or so. Soon enough she rested back down to his bulging shorts, hesitating and wondering about it if only for a second, the process of thought clear on her face if he ever witnessed it. She would slowly place her hands against his shorts, before recovering from the weird and naughty train of thought as she exhaled aloud and began massaging his sides instead, even released an anxious chuckle to the air.
 
Jason nodded as his sister explained how to actually bathe in this stuff, not needing much of it, add some milk and water and voila, you’ve got the perfect, relaxing bath. “You know you’ve got the mind for this sort of thing, right. Not just training, I could see you as a physical therapist.” He admitted as she continued to massage into his muscles, getting damn near every inch save for his groin.

“Personal muscles, I like it.” He teased as she straddled his thighs before working his arms and chest a bit before getting to his abdomen. He could see her thought process as she neared the waistband of his trunks before moving to his sides. “Tsk tsk, Frankie. I thought you said you were going to handle the more personal muscles? You’re missing the most personal muscle of them all. Go ahead, promise it doesn’t bite.” He teased, trying to urge her to give it a go.
 
"Physical therapist... I mean, it's well and good, but... I don't know, maybe." She'd try to keep the conversation going, the blush on her cheeks now rising as her face began to pout. It was only after he audibly scolded her from not simply falling to her curiosity and doing what he knew she wanted to do. Even if just for a second, but the idea that he teased her about it, saying that it wouldn't bite, only spurred her on to check it out. She frowned, and sucked on her teeth in defeat as she rolled her eyes and puffed up her cheeks. "F-fine... fine, you pervert."

Frankie eyed him for only a moment, as she peeled back the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down with the help of his oiled abs in order to reveal the erection of his. She was close enough to simply feel the thing smack her against the chin, and shot up to avoid anything else from touching her as she gasped out and laughed at herself in a nervous attempt at calming herself down. "How in the hell, Jason...?!" She'd gawk at his girth, and spotted the length having matched her forearm. "This... no wonder you can't find anybody, does the damn thing even fit in anywhere?" She'd grab hold, her curiosity having destroyed her humanity as she took the base of his member into her fingers, oiled palms stroking as it took both hands to cover the thing in oil properly. "W-welll... just, don't do nothing weird."
 
Jason couldn’t help but laugh when his sister peeled back his trunks only to have his thick, uncut cock spring free and pop her in the chin. He watched as she marveled at his size, seemingly mesmerized by the sheer size of his cock. Surely she had seen a cock before, but he could she had never seen one quite like his.

“Oh it can fit, trust me on that. I could even prove it if you like.” He teased as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth, having to use two hands to properly oil his manhood as the sun beamed down on the two of them. “Oh but it wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t try something weird.” He said as he reached out and gave her ass a firm squeeze as she stroked his cock. “Feels good doesn’t it? I bet I could release a bit of tension in you as well, Frankie.”
 
She'd continue stroking his body throughout the session, still somewhat stunned at his impressive thickness. Though every fiber of her being told her to otherwise walk away and possibly never speak on it, did he feel the need to set things in motion by grabbing her backside also. The firm grip on her paleness only caused the girl to shudder, the warmth of his hand, and the relaxing heat of the oil started to win her over, though humanity stepped in at the least moment as she opened her mouth to speak.

"N-no... this isn't right, I mean, I love you and whatnot, but this right here is a bit... Eh?" She couldn't find the proper word, considering wrong would have been inaccurate. There was some semblance of her enjoyment with the attention from him. She relented in her focus a little, and saw his oily, veined member standing up on its own. Her eyes seemed to tell everything on her mind for her, despite being utterly speechless. "I... are we supposed to be doing this? Isn't crap like this completely illegal?" She asked, face turning into one of worried disgust.
 
Frankie continued to verbally protest, speaking of how wrong what they were doing was and even asking if it was illegal. Honestly, Jason didn’t care. They were in their own private backyard with no one to see or hear them as her hands continued to stroke him, her eyes continuing to tell him that despite her words, she wanted more.

“Now who’s to worry about it being illegal or not when nobody has to know? It’s not like we’re taking meth or anything.” He suggested as her hands never ceased, her eyes a window into the lust that was taking hold of her. “You’re obviously enjoying yourself since you haven’t stopped.” He said as he reached down from her ass to her crotch, peeling her shorts back before pushing two fingers firmly against her clit. “Indulge. Sex is good for the mind and body after all.”
 
"I-I-indulge... I, guess... it does a body good. You know, I did read about how it actually prevents physical diseases too." She'd attempt to rationalize the thoughts that were racing through her mind, right up until his fingers found her button, the sudden surge of washing numbness overcame her and caused her to slightly gasp. Her shock quickly turned into an exhaling moan, as she looked down at Jason and shrugged. "I mean... if anyone's to trusted, I guess it would be you, big bro. Fuck it..." She'd huff, and release her grip on his cock only to push against him in order to stand up.

Frankie found herself unbuckling the denim thong shorts of hers, revealing her smooth pelvis to him, and kicked them aside as they fell to her ankles. Next was her tank top, the damp top of hers peeling free as she dropped what she wore and bared herself to him. Her light muscles glistened in the light, although her deliciously pale body was covered in a light sheen as his was. "I mean... you obviously know more about the actual physical stuff when it comes to this... so, w-what now?" She'd ask, rubbing her arm awkwardly.
 
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