Genie - Part 2
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


Whether it was the sun or the unpacking, I found myself growing sleepy by ten
o'clock. I went to say good night to Alicia.

I wrapped on her office door. 'Come in Genie' she called. I went in. Alicia
was seated at her computer wearing a black latex teddy that made her large
breasts appear huge. I'm afraid my face gave away my surprise. Alicia laughed
softly and stood up. That's when I noticed the latex thong that she was
wearing, and my mouth fell open.

'Don't be surprised, Genie, surely your mother told you what I do,' Alicia
said. 'No, mom rarely talked about you,' I replied and then added, 'that is,
she never said what you did'. 'That's OK,' she said, 'I can't blame her for
being embarassed by her younger sister.'

Until this time, I had always assumed that my mom was younger than Alicia. Now
I was confused. 'So you were younger than my mom?' I asked. 'Yes, two years
younger. I'm 33, you're mom was 35,' Alicia said. 'Well,' I said, 'what is it
that you do?' 'You might say I'm an actress, Genie,' she replied, 'I act out
fantasies. Both live and on the internet, that's what this costume is all
about.' 'Costume?' I asked. And again she laughed.

Alicia told me to sit and she would explain. She told me that she was a
dominatrix, that she performed a service for her clients, both men and women,
here at her house, on-line or at the client's house. She explained that it
paid quite well and she had never had a complaint from one of her clients. She
said that it shouldn't affect our relationship, and she would try to be
discrete when she had clients to the house. She believed, as my mother did,
that an honest and open relationship was best.

This was a lot to take in. I wasn't sure how I felt about this, but Alicia was
my aunt and I had to respect her. I told her I was tired and that I was going
to go to bed. She said we'd talk more tomorrow and as I stood, she gave me a
hug and a lingering kiss on the lips.

That night I lay on my bed thinking of the last week or two and how my life
had changed. I thought of Alicia and how I had thought she was older than mom.
I thought of the latex teddy and thong and drifted off to sleep with that
running through my brain.

The following day woke and stretched. I got up, straightened my bed and went
to see where Alicia was. I found her in the gym. She had on spandex shorts and
a halter top. She was doing dumbbell flys on an inclined bench. She didn't
stop as I walked in. 'Give me a spot, will you, Genie?' she said looking at my
reflection in the mirror in front of her. I stood behind and only had to
assist on the last two or three repetitions.

'Do you work out,' she asked, 'your mom and dad was addicted to the weight
room'. 'Yes,' I said, 'we all worked out together.' 'Well, join me if you
want,' she said. I did and for the next two hours we worked our upper bodies.
She showed me some exercises and I showed her a few routines. As it turned
out, I could lift as much as she could. Maybe it was genetics, maybe just
training at an early age.

'You've got some guns on you, Genie', she said, 'with the right direction and
workout regime, you'll be in the same league as your mom and dad in a couple
of years.' 'That would be great, Alicia,' I said, happy that she appreciated
my muscles, 'that would mean a lot to live up to their expectations.'

We had breakfast, and then Alicia said that she wanted to give me the bikini
wax that she had recommended yesterday. We went to Alicia's bedroom which was
almost as large as the great room. She had me strip down while she heated the
wax. The procedure only took a couple of minutes and while I looked at myself
in her full length mirror, Alicia told me the redness would go away shortly.

Alicia had an appointment that evening. She said that she wouldn't be back
till late and that she had to pack her travel kit. I watched as she put
leather boots, leather corset, riding crop, padded handcuffs, ball gag, and
various other things in her duffle bag. That evening when she left the house,
she wore a business suit. If one didn't know the contents of her duffle bag no
one would have suspected what her meeting was about.

Once she was gone, I decided to unpack some of the boxes that I had brought
from home. One box contained books, photo albums, and some keepsake items.
Another some toiletry items, vitamins and a dozen or so bottles that were
labled with my mothers handwriting as 'Supplements'. I had never seen these
before so perhaps they were in my mom and dad's bathroom and packed by Aunt
Alicia. I put the toiletries, vitamins and 'Supplements' in my bathroom. I
opened one bottle and looked at the flat round pill.

Given my regime of healthy eating, staying away from drugs and daily workouts,
I was reluctant to take this flat round pill, but it was my mom's writing on
the lable. It must be OK to take, I reasoned. I put it on my tongue and
swallowed it with water. I don't know what I expected, but nothing happened.

I went back to unpacking the cartons in the spare room. By the time I was
finished with this, instead of feeling tired or fatigued, I felt as if I
needed to work out. I removed my sweat pants and baggy top that I had been
wearing and padded off to the gym. Clad in only my briefs, I stretched and
loosened up. I needed to work my legs, so I started with standing calf raises.
I added weight to the machine and did my first set. Reaching the twelfth rep,
it seemed as if I was lifting feathers instead of steel plates. I added more
weight and still more. I had nearly 500-pounds on the machine. Next I went to
the squat rack. I started with 150-pounds and felt like that was a light warm
up. At 350-pounds I was doing 20 reps.

'Wow' I thought, 'this is the best workout I've had in a long time.' I stood
in front of the mirror and my breasts looked fuller, my quads more shapely and
my abs, while normally flat, appeared to be more taught. I ran a hand over
them and they definitly were hard to the touch. I finished my leg workout and
was drenched with sweat. I went back to my room, turned on the shower and
peeled my briefs off. I let the warm water cascade over my short blonde hair.
At 5'-6" I weighed just over 120-pounds. I toweled off and stepped on the
scale, '125-pounds,' I thought, 'how can that be? I'll have to start watching
what I eat. I don't want to gain weight.'

I put on a new pair of briefs, letting my fingers brush against my clit. At
fifteen I was still a virgin, thanks to the strict upbringing of my parents. I
flexed my bicep for the mirror and was pleased at what I saw. Then I slipped
on my T-shirt and was asleep in minutes.

I woke in a near dream state when Alicia got home and padded into my bedroom.
She bent and gave me a light kiss on my forehead and pulled the covers up
around my chest, allowing her fingers to brush my tits.

Alicia left, closing the door behind her. I fell back to sleep.

I woke to another sunny day in Napa. The air was still and warm. Alicia was in
the kitchen having a cup of coffee. She smiled at me when I entered and said,
'You look well rested. Did you have a good night while I was gone?' 'Yeah, I
managed to put some things away and had a nice workout,' I said, 'but I have
to start watching what I eat, I've gained 5-pounds since I've been here.'
Alicia gave me an appraising look.

'You don't look like you're getting fatter, in fact, I think you look leaner,'
Alicia said, 'must be the northern California air.'

I poured a glass of orange juice and took my vitamins, including one of the
'supplement' pills that I had found in my mother's items.

The phone rang. Alicia picked it up, 'Hello.' I could only hear half of the
conversation, but I could tell it was the realtor from down south. When Alicia
got off the phone, she said, 'That was the realtor. We have an offer on the
house. She's going to be sending us the offer by courier. We'll have it
tomorrow.'

'She didn't say how much?' I asked. 'No, only that we'd be happy with the
offer.' Alicia said, 'How about you and I go shopping?'

To be continued ...