MUSCLE RUB.

 

My sister teased and taunted me throughout my teenage years. She picked on my biggest weakness - my body. I was always a skinny boy and was teased by guys at school accordingly. What was less palatable was the fact I was teased and taunted by my sister for the same reason. She was also thin, but athletic and as she developed, quite muscular for a young girl. There are many many episodes of this happening. She is four years eight months younger than me but that didn't stop her. Here is one episode I can relate. There are too many similar ones to even count, as it occurred from my early teens for about ten years.

 

 

This occasion would have happened in the summer when I was 16. At that stage my sister was yet to turn 12. Watching TV was always a bit hazardous if Nellie was watching too. There was always the possibility that something would come on TV to give her an excuse to display a little muscle.

 

There was an advertisement on the TV for "Deep Heat" muscle rub. She always perked up at the mention of muscle rub. Nellie had increasingly began to noticed quite visible muscles in a few places on her body - mostly the arms legs and abdomen. She was active in gymnastics and a frequent swimmer. One time this advertisement came on when we were watching TV after school. Only she and I were in the room, as our parents were out and both brothers were playing in the yard. 

We were both in our school uniforms and it was summer, and short sleeves were part of both her uniform and mine. She made a pretty obvious remark,  with a giggle in her voice. "That stuff would be no use to you - you've got no muscles to rub" I didn't react, but stared straight at the TV. I recognised that tone of voice - it had a taunting edge to it, and brimmed with self confidence. She was clearly in the mood for a little teasing.  As I stared at the TV I couldn't see her because her chair was slightly further back. But you know when you can just feel someone's presence? I could feel her eyes drilling into me, and an overbearing presence looming from behind to my right. I could just imagine the smile I'd seen plenty of times before. People said she was beautiful, but I was her brother and didn't see it that way at all. That particular smile that to most people meant beauty, just made me nervous.  I was strange to be made to feel a little uneasy by someone I was trying hard to ignore - especially as it was my sister so so much younger and smaller than me. "Daniel" she said in a quiet but assured manner, "Daniel" she said again, "Look at this." I stared straight at the TV doing my best not to look. "Go on" she laughed "you won't be able to not look!" The cocky little cow, I thought to myself - someone needs to teach that girl a lesson. But she was right - I was trying so hard not to look. She has flexed her muscles lots of times - she did so at any opportunity. I couldn't blame her - if I had muscles like that even at 16 I would flex them, let alone at 11 years old. She knew that I had some kind of fascination for muscles - she could sense something in me whenever she flexed, and whatever it is that she saw, she clearly got a kick out of it. It was a mixture of envy, admiration, awe, submission and even a little intimidation. I always tried to make light of it with a nervous laugh or a "not bad for a little girl I suppose" type of comment, but anyone could tell that was not how i was feeling. I couldn't help myself and she knew it.

 

I gave in like she knew I would. I slowly turned my head to look. She had slid her short sleeve right up to her armpit. She knew the full effect was only achieved that way. Her right fist was clenched tightly, with her arm bent a little more than 90 degrees. My gaze moved from her fist, down her forearm, and there it was.  This wasn't a new sight to me, but it had the same effect every time. My mouth went dry, my eyes widened and fixed themselves on her upper arm. I was instantly transfixed. It didn't look real to me. I was always flexing privately to myself, hoping my muscles were at last developing. Occasionally I could detect a slight bulge in my arm and feel a little encouraged. I had done so that very morning. The sight of her arm brought me right down with a heavy reality check. Her thin arm rose up into a tight, defined , rounded and peaked bicep. Her short sleeve, pushed as high as she could, looked strained as her deltoid expanded to stretch the fabric. She has smooth young girls skin, and a quite elegant forearm, but with with an evident power my male arm could come nowhere near. Nellie was able to intimidate me so much like that. She knew that and wanted to milk the situation to the utmost. My stare - for that's what it was by this stage - I was way past the point of even being able to pretend to be nonchalant -  shifted further to look at her face. She was looking straight at that bicep herself with a look of complete, smug superiority. There was a smile playing around her lips, but she was trying hard not to let it beak out totally.  She widened her mouth in mock amazement and gave a little shake of the head as if to say "Wow, just look at the size of that muscle!" She then slowly turned her head towards me  while keeping that arm - that amazing arm - flexed as tightly as ever. As she did so the mock amazement slowly turned into her confident smile. She knew exactly how to extract the most from the situation. She saw me looking in utter admiration and fixed her grin at me.  She had seen it before, it was easy for her to get me that way but she clearly couldn't get enough of the feeling of power it gave her. Her back was straight her nose was in the air and her powerful little body was taught . I from a few minutes before hand had changed from a big brother sitting proudly on the biggest armchair, into a  hunched and slouched shadow of a male - with my knees against my chest and arms tucked up behind them out of her sight. I couldn't even let her see my arms at this point. It was a position of complete submission. If our parents had walked in they would have been shocked at the sight. Though I was probably twice her weight,  at that very instant she dwarfed me. But no-one walked in - it was just me and her, in silence. I wanted to go away but she knew as long as she kept flexing, I'd might as well have been chained to the wall. Like a fish on a hook - I was going nowhere.

 

 

She broke the silence when she decided to. After all who was in charge here? "See that" she said, "it's called a muscle, I need to show you my muscles because you never see proper muscles otherwise. Not like those puny arms of yours"

 

I wanted to go over and touch it. What did it feel like, was it hard, soft rubbery? But i couldn't do that. I just sat there as she revelled in the complete control she held.

 

Then without warning, she stood up. I flinched as I was woken from my muscle induced trance. She noticed the flinch  "I'm not going to hurt you" she giggled. "I'm going to play outside, you've had enough" she smiled.

 

She left, and I just sat there. I heard her playing outside - shouting, laughing and exuberant. I huddled on the armchair humiliated, cowed and embarrassed. At the same time, part of me loved it. I couldn't get the sight of her bicep out of my head. I wanted her to taunt me like that again and again.

 

I seldom had to wait long.

 

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