Measuring Aunt Neelam
Vampire [Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com]
After she defeats her nephew in armwrestling, she lets him measure her biceps and then some more


I had just given my XIIth standard examinations. Incidentally, the last test was on the 
same day, I turned 17. A week after my exams, I visited my paternal grandparents.

I had come to know that Aunt Neelam (my father's younger sister) was staying over there 
following her recent divorce. My grandparents were very glad to see me after around 4 
years. They resided at a sleepy village in the heart of Madhya Pradesh (Madhya Pradesh 
if translated in English means 'Central Province'. It is the largest of all 28 states in India 
as per land area but is sparsely populated). Aunt Neelam had been working there as a 
teacher in the Local School. The total population of the village was around 2,500 and my 
family was well known since my Granddad was a retired District Magistrate. Most of the 
village folk were ordinary farmers and were quite content as the land was pretty fertile 
for Cotton crop.

I had been able to meet Aunt Neelam when I reached there at around 11 pm and by the 
time I arrived home, she was already asleep. That was typical Aunt Neelam cause the 
proverb 'Early to bed and early to rise' was very close to her heart. Granddad told me that 
she went to bed at 10:30 every night after watching the late night News and would wake 
up at 5:30. She used to leave for school at around 7:30 and come back at 2:00 in the 
afternoon. She was around 37, four years younger than my Dad. I was shocked when a 
year ago, I found out that she had filed for divorce after 6 years of marriage. She had had 
2-3 miscarriages in the past, so I suppose, that was the reason for her divorce.

I remember her being very fun loving, fiercely independent woman who was three inches 
taller than my Dad who is only around 5'8. And I also remember her making fun of Dad 
because of that. Ofcourse, it was all in good spirit.

Anyway, the next day I woke up at around 10 o'clock. After having my breakfast, I went 
out for a walk. I saw some kids of my age playing cricket in the nearby cricket ground. 
They saw me loitering around and asked me if I wanted to play. Ofcourse I did. And they 
were thoroughly surprised when I whacked a half-century in seventeen odd deliveries. I 
returned home at four o'clock and was reprimanded my grandmom for coming so late 
after they had all finished lunch.

I was just about to go into my room, when I heard an excited shout. Aunt Neelam ran 
upto me and gave me a huge hug and a peck on my cheek.

"So, how is my favourite nephew?" she asked after the embrace.

"I am fine Aunt! Its so good to see you after such a long time." I was 5'10 at that time and 
had to look upto her. She looked really beautiful even though she was nearing forty. She 
told me that she was a great Yoga enthusiast and would practice regularly in the morning. 
And that was the reason why even at the age of 37, she had such a glow on her face. She 
was shocked to see that I gained some weight. I knew, I had some extra pounds since my 
physical activities had come to a standstill because of the immense pressure of studies. 
XIIth grade exams are considered to be the foundation of a person's career. Because to 
get into a good college you need to have remarkable scores in your XIIth Board Exams.

"From tomorrow Amar, I am going to wake you up at 5:30 and together we'll exercise 
and all this fat will vanish in no time at all." She said enthusiastically.

"I don't know, I was looking forward to a nice relaxing vacation. Please Aunt Neelam, 
5:30 is too early." But she would have none of that. Ultimately, I had to give in to her 
demands. The evening was very enjoyable as all of us sat in the verandah, basking in the 
cool evening wind. The house was an old Victorian one and the premises were 
completely surrounded by huge trees like pride-of-India, banyan and neem trees.

In the night, there was an old Romantic Hindi movie being shown in Zee Cinema and I 
couldn't go to sleep before midnight. Early next morning at 5:30, I was woken up by 
Aunt Neelam who wouldn't leave my room till the time I got up and washed my face. In 
another ten minutes, I was in the back yard with Aunt as she carefully placed two mats in 
the freshly cutgrass.

She was looking stunning in a sleeveless teeshirt and Jamaica shorts. She had always 
been slim and lean, but now, she looked more athletic. She was still tall and lean, but 
looked really strong. Her arms were slim but looked wiry and sinewy. I could see three 
thick veins amongst many thin veins on each of her forearms. Her thighs appeared lean 
under the Bermuda shorts, but her calf muscles were remarkably pronounced.

"Hey Aunt Neelam, you look pretty strong."

"Ofcourse I do." She said matter of factly and motioned me to remove my sneakers and 
stand on the mat. I did so and she asked me to follow her. She was standing infront of me 
as we looked eye to eye. She raised her arms towards the sky. I noticed a few tiny tufts in 
her armpits as if she hadn't shaved them for four-five days. They were very tiny but 
looked very sexy. I could see two veins originating from her deltoids running across her 
upper arms to her forearms. Her forearms even when they were not tensed had greenish 
blue veins running over and over on the surface of the skin like a roadmap.

We practised a lot of yoga postures. I was really enjoying this as her muscles would flex 
with every movement she made. I was really surprised to notice that her feet were pretty 
large and rugged looking. Unfortunately she had to leave for her school early that day but 
she promised that the next day, we would exercise for a complete hour and would also do 
some aerobics, which would be better to lose weight quickly. I knew, I had to do 
something about the raging hardon I had.

After the drill, I went to my room and dozed off. That day, I didn't go outside. I slept till 
noon that day. Aunt Neelam came back and I was really taken aback by her appearance. 
She was wearing a light blue saree (a garment worn primarily by Hindu women; consists 
of several yards of light material that is draped around the body) but what was even better 
was the blouse. Now the blouse which is worn with the saree is pretty short. It ends just 
below the breasts and exposes the navel of a woman. Her exposed stomach was 
awesome. It was flat and very well defined. She had washboard abs and the ridges in her 
stomach looked incredible. It was a ripped six-pack abdomen. It might have been an eight 
pack as well, but if so, it was tucked under her petticoat.

The blouse was a full-sleeved one due to which her magnificent arms were covered, but 
was a bit tight especially near her breasts. She had abundant cleavage and from what I 
could tell, her breasts were full and looked very firm. I was again getting erect, so I 
excused myself and went to my room. I was feeling guilty about being sexually attracted 
to my aunt, but she was just so damned sexy.

In the evening my grandparents had to go to attend a marriage ceremony. They asked me 
to come along but I wasn't in a mood to go once I found out that Aunt wasn't going. She 
was making some test papers, sitting on her bed when I walked into her room. She had 
changed and was wearing a sleeveless top and jeans. While we were talking she stretched 
and I saw that her armpits were completely devoid of any hair. They looked so smooth 
and 
sexy. Apparently, she had shaved while bathing after we had exercised.

She was talking to me and the same time was writing some things in her notebook. She 
saw me staring at her forearms.

"What are you looking at?" She asked good-naturedly.

"I was just wondering as to how many days of exercise would it take for me to get arms 
like you?"

"Really!"

"Yeah! They look really strong."

"They are. Here feel them" She said and flexed her left bicep for me. She looked really 
satisfied as her bicep expanded and swelled incredibly. It was like a tennis ball. There 
were a few veins running across which puffed up. It was so nice to see that huge bulge in 
her slim arms. I touched her eggshaped bicep and it felt like a stone. Her bicep was rock 
hard and no matter how much I tried to squeeze it, I couldn't even make a dent.

"Wow! It feels so hard. You must have really worked out."

"Yeah, I did. But I have always been strong. I remember when I was a kid, I would 
always kick your father's ass. Even though I was slim, I was wiry and your father was 
like you. He was really soft and whenever we would fight, I would wrestle him to the 
ground and wouldn't let him up till he apologised."

"Hey, I take offence to that."

"OK! So what are you going to do about it?"

"I'll avenge my father's honour." I said, jokingly.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me that I am gonna have to whoop your ass just like I whooped 
your father's ass."

"You can try, but you won't succeed."

"OK, forget about kicking your ass. How about a nice little armwrestling contest?"

"Hmmm. OK but I won't go easy on you."

"You wish." She said and got up. "I'll complete my work later. As it is, it won't take more 
than a few seconds."

We squared off on a writing desk in her room. I realized that her hand was larger than 
mine as we clasped and were ready to begin. Even though her arms were slim, her wrist 
seemed thicker. She counted till three and we started. For about ten seconds, nothing 
happened. We were testing each other. When I started pouring in my strength, her biceps 
started swelling and veins in her arms thickened, but I was unable to move her arm.

"Come on Amar. Don't tell me, this is all you've got."

I put in all my bodyweight into it, but was unable to get any result whatsoever. "Oh my 
God! Is that all you have?" She asked teasingly. I was trying my best but nothing was 
happening. After about another ten seconds, she started using her strength. She was 
forcing me down in a slow but smooth motion. My hand was just inched from the ground, 
when I really put everything into it. I was able to stave off defeat but only for 2-3 
seconds. She forced my hand down to the table completely and said, "You did better than 
your father has ever been able to."

"My God, Aunt Neelam. You are really strong." I knew she was strong, but the way, she 
had dominated it was too difficult for me to handle.

"Ofcourse I am. I hope you do not feel about losing to your aunt."

"No, absolutely not. I think its kinda cool that you are so strong."

"That's like a good nephew." She said and got up. She kissed me lightly on my head and 
went back on the bed to complete her work.

I followed her and sat on the edge of the huge doublebed. "But Aunt Neelam, how did 
you get so strong?"

"Oh, I was very concerned about my fitness ever since I was young. I've been practising 
Yoga since I was a kid."

"You mean, you got all those muscles just by doing Yoga."

"Yes. I was in our College Field hockey team. So we had to do a lot of other exercises as 
well but I always had muscles even before I started weight training and it was all because 
of Yoga."

"Cool! How big are your biceps anyway?"

"I don't know, I have never measured them."

"Let's see then. Do you have a measuring tape or scale?"

"Sure. It would be in that chest, in the bottom drawer."

I jumped up and fetched them.

"But why are you so interested in measuring them?" She asked suspiciously.

"Just for the heck of it. I am just curious, that's it." I said as I took out the scale and sat 
next to her on the bed.

First I put the tape around her relaxed arm. Even unflexed her arm was hard yet smooth. 
Her skin was awesome. It was supple and very smooth. Anyway, her measurements after 
converting it from centimetres were as follow:
Right arm relaxed	10.9 inches
Left arm relaxed	10.8 inches

And then she flexed those gorgeous beauties. I put the tape around it and recorded the 
measurements.
Right arm flexed	12.8 inches
Left arm flexed		12.6 inches

She also told me that she weighed 70 kilogrammes i.e. 154 pounds which was not bad for 
a woman who was 5'11. I, on the other hand was on the bulkier side, I stood 5'10 and 
weighed 87 kilogrammes (191 pounds) and didn't have too much muscle.

"Why don't we measure yours, now?" she asked.

"Sure, no problemo!"

I was wearing a half sleeved teeshirt, so I pulled the half sleeves up to my shoulders. She 
grabbed my biceps and exclaimed, "Hey Amar, your arm is really soft." Her hardened 
palms felt like stone as she squeezed my soft flabby biceps. "Owww.. easy Aunt 
Neelam." I cried as she squeezed my arm a bit forcefully.

"Oh come on. Don't tell me that hurt you."

"Ofcourse it did. If I did the same to you, even you would feel pain." I said a bit irritated 
that she had squeezed my arm so hard.

"Why don't you give it a try," she said raised her right left arm. She didn't flex it, just kept 
it parallel to the bed in a horizontal position. I grabbed it roughly and squeezed it with all 
my might, but her arm had no give. It was a like heavy log of wood. It felt like a fibrous 
pillar of steel. I was straining a lot and she just kept on smiling. I was getting really 
frustrated and put my other hand at it as well. But no matter hoe hard I tried, I was unable 
to inflict any pain on her.

"Had enough?" She said, still smiling.

"Uh... Yeah, I really can't believe how tough you are." I said impressed.

"I know! Anyways, now lets measure your pythons, no pun intended!" She said and put 
the measuring tape around my arms. My measurements were :
Right arm relaxed	13.7 inches
Left arm relaxed	13.5 inches

"Now flex it!" She ordered. Apparently she was enjoying this. I didn't know whether she 
was enjoying humiliating me or whether she was just having fun. In any case, I didn't feel 
any elation at the fact that my arms were bigger than hers cause she had already proved 
that her arms were way stronger than mine.

I flexed my biceps as hard as I could but there was no noticeable bicep. It did expand but 
there wasn't a pronounced bicep muscle. She felt my bicep with her palm, and it felt 
great. Her palm was so hard and rough against my soft bicep and I started getting erect as 
her sturdy fingers squeezed my bicep and deflated it completely. This time, I was able to 
suppress my groan as she squished my muscle. Anyway, I flexed again, and this time 
instead of putting her hand, she put the tape around it. The measurements were:
Right arm flexed	14.9 inches
Left arm flexed		14.8 inches
"See, size doesn't matter! What matters is muscle. By the time, you are ready to leave, I'll 
make sure that you lose atleast 7 kilogrammes and hold me for atleast 10 seconds when 
we armwrestle."

"Hey, that's unfair. It took you more than 30 seconds to win."

"That's because I didn't try to end it quickly."

"Thats not true."

"You wanna do it again?" She asked.

I was battling between humiliation and sexual gratification. I guess the latter won when I 
said, "why not?"

We squared off again. I counted till three and we started pushing at the same time. She 
smashed my hand on the table within 4 seconds. "You caught me surprise," I said.

"Thats OK! Count again."

This time it took only 3 seconds as she put my hand down with such force that my 
knuckles started hurting.

"Come on Amar. Why don't you use both your arms? Lets see if that makes a difference." 
I was surprised to see that she was enjoying this thoroughly. This would be reminding her 
of those times when she was a kid and used to kick my father's ass.

We squared off again. We clasped hands and I put my left hand on top of my right one 
and counted till three. She got a quick start and I was halfway down already even with 
both of my hands but then I started pulling me entire body weight back. Both of us were 
straining as I managed to pull her arm to the centre position. She was trying really hard 
since her veins had become really thick and her biceps had ballooned to huge 
proportions. I started gaining on her. I got her to about an inch from the surface but 
wasn't able to pin her. It was so embarrassing. Here I was unable to pin my aunt's arm 
when I was using both hands. We held it there for a long time and my arms started 
paining. The right one was paining much more than the left one though. She had proved 
that even both my arms collectively were not strong enough to take her right arm down. I 
was mesmerized by her strength. After about two minutes, we decided to quit it. You 
could see on her face that she was really proud of the fact that she was so much more 
powerful than me.