The Day Nellie saved my face             By Weakling

 

There was a family who lived near to us that we were pretty friendly with. There were four siblings in that family and all were girls. My little sister Nellie was friendly with one of them, Sarah who was her age, 13. I liked two of the older sisters who were just around my age. I was 18. Nellie would often visit her friend there, and I would drive her over. More often than not I would get invited in also. It was usually what I wanted because I liked the whole family, but mostly their mother and the two eldest sisters.  They were Joanne and Caroline and I quite fancied them. Even so I wasn’t actually making efforts to hit on them - even if I could decide which one I preferred it would have been an awkward situation. For the time being I contented myself with the pleasure of being in the company of attractive girls.

 

I took Nellie over there one afternoon after her school, and the mother and girls were there sitting out in the back yard on the picnic table. I didn't mention the mother did I - she was beautiful, in her late 40s and must have been stunning when young. She really liked me and would have loved nothing better than for me to get together with one of her girls. Mothers tended to like me - I'm quiet and polite if a little shy. The shyness came form lack of confidence, and it wasn't helped by the fact that I had been teased about being skinny at school. My sister had also teased me about it, but not normally in public. I guess she knew it was pretty embarrassing for me anyway, especially as she was so much younger and smaller. But overall we were good friends and she meant me no ill. When she teased me about being so puny, it wasn’t to make me feel bad. It just gave her a little kick. Kind of a power trip I guess, asserting a little superiority.

 

 

One of the two older girls, Carol was a very keen swimmer and liked to boast of her fitness. She'd just come back from the beach and was still drying off. She was chatting to her sister Jackie at one end of the table, just the pair of them. I heard Carol say how all that swimming was giving her muscles "show me then" said Jackie with an embarrassed giggle. I perked up and tried to listen to their conversation. Slightly bashfully, Carol flexed her bicep and strained away with all her might. Both girls giggled with the effort Carol was putting in. She had a solid looking arm, and probably quite muscular, but with no definition. She kept patting it though and saying, "Look at that, it's all muscle". That sparked the other sisters into action - and little by little it turned into a bit of a flex fest. “Heaven” I thought to myself.  However it was all a little disappointing. There was very little definable muscle on show, but I guess I enjoyed it all the same. You had to give them all full marks for effort. One by one they said “look at mine, it's bigger than yours!” There wasn't much to choose between them to be honest. A slight bulge here, a little firmness there - but nothing too impressive. I just sat there admiring the effort, but was starting to feel uncomfortable too. As the only male there they were sure to ask me to show them some "proper muscle". I was an 18-year-old guy and they were all girls between 13 and 20, and the girls’ mother was 45ish. There was one problem. As unimpressive as their muscles were - mine were no better. I would be laughed at for having the most pathetic arms they'd ever seen on a guy. Sure enough it happened.  "Lets see yours Daniel,” said Carol "yes! Come on yours must be much bigger”. said Sarah admiringly, my sister's friend. I was feeling the pressure; they were all looking at me. I was shy enough to always feel uncomfortable when the centre of attention - but even more so now. Nellie hadn't been joining in the flex fest thus far, and had just been sitting there quietly. She then jumped in to save my blushes – she was well aware exactly how pathetic my arms were. "I wonder if mine are any good?" she said. "Oh great, lets see yours then" the girls all chimed in. This gave me some respite, the attention turned to her and away from me for a while. She gave me a knowing smile as she slowly rolled her sleeve up. I knew she had muscles, she was always flexing at home, and she knew how I admired them. I was looking forward to seeing her flex; her biceps were so perfect I could never tire of seeing them. The pleasure of seeing those muscles outweighed the embarrassment they would cause me in front of the girls.

 

It was all very giggly and jovial from all the flexing of the sisters. Nellie, sitting to my right, flexed her arm. I decided to not watch her, but to watch their faces. They were a picture. The giggling stopped, and five jaws dropped. There were exclamations and gasps all round. "My god, look at that" said the girls' mother. Nellie had stolen all the attention and she was loving it. Have you seen your sister's muscle? screeched Sarah. I turned to my right to see that triumphant and familiar smile. And what an impressive arm! I had seen it before but it just looked better each time. Her tanned and slender arm rose into a perfectly shaped bicep, with amazing definition for a 13 year old. Above that, her delts were bigger still and equally defined. There weren't huge overall, but beautifully defined - and an awful lot bigger than mine! She knew it too. Every one was staring. The mother was most admiring of my little sister. "Can I touch it?" she asked. "Of course" she replied. The mother was sitting on my left so Nellie had to reach her flexed arm right across my face. "Excuse me Daniel, hope you don't mind my muscles in your face!" "Mind?" I thought to myself. The mother stroked Nellie's bicep right in front of my face and was full of admiring noises. "Oooh! she said, "isn't it so hard! How did you get such muscles?” "I don't know" Nellie said. "Gymnastics, swimming and bike riding, I dunno" The others reached across the table - they were all squeezing and prodding, and admiring. Nellie glanced sideways at me and gave a slight smile. She could see the almost paralysing effect it was having on me. I think she loved that feeling.

 

But in a funny way - as she was revelling in the feeling of power flexing gave her, I was also revelling in submission. My body language changed as it always did when she flexed in front of me. My head bowed ever so slightly, and my back stooped a little, as if acknowledging her superiority. At the same time, her back would arch and her head would lift. It was all subconscious, but unmistakable to anyone who was watching. I looked around at the others, and was amazed by what I saw. All the girls and their mother were beginning to do the same. No one was flexing anymore, Carol was hiding her arms, and sitting in quiet admiration. Evan the mother, the authorative matriarch of this clan, was slightly bowed, shoulders hunched. They were all subtly acknowledging who was boss. She fixed me with a stare and would not deviate. Her smile grew wider and more dominant. She looked away at her bicep and asked if I'd like to feel it. I reached out - I couldn't have stopped if it if I tried. I placed my hand on her solid powerful bicep and gave a little squeeze. I felt amazing. There was a slight amount of give, but it still felt so firm and powerful. The shape so defined and I played my fingers around the outline, tracing the shape. As I did so she twisted her wrist and tweaked her powerful little bicep for an extra flex. I felt a power surge right through me that made me draw sudden breath. I suddenly became more aware and noticed the girls looking at the way I was reacting. I pulled my hand off her muscle suddenly and tried to regain my cool.

 

Nellie resumed her stare and smiled at me again. I detected another element in her smile. As well as superiority there was now pity. She could see how I was enthralled, yet she saw me as pathetic. The others must have seen it too. I tried to regain my cool but the girls saw that I was turned into putty by my younger sister’s muscles.

 

What she did do was steal the show so much that no -one thought for a moment again about asking me to flex. Whatever pity she showed toward me, the girls felt too. If there was any upside to this, I have to say I enjoyed seeing her muscular little arm, and she distracted their attention so much that no-one gave a second thought about asking me to flex. In a funny way, she got me out of a hole. I just had to make sure I didn't stand up for a few minutes.