Genie Part 6
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


We parted and she said to me, 'This is wrong, Genie, you know that don't you,
but you have such an amazing body, I just can't keep my hands off you.'

'I know, Alicia, but here in your house, we can live together as roommates,' I
said, 'if that's what you want. Outside, you can be my aunt. I'd love to think
of you as a roommate.' She seemed to think this one over. 'Alright,' she
finally said, 'I remember how I was when I was your age, my hormones were in
overdrive, just remember what I said, I'm still your aunt and therefore
responsible for you.' 'I'll remember Aunt Alicia,' I said. 'Besides,' she
said, 'your mom and I "experimented" just like you and I did just now.'

Wow, I never thought that my mom would have frenched kiss another woman, let
alone her own sister, or even another guy except for my father. 'Don't look so
shocked, Genie,' Alicia said, 'Amanda and I were close sisters. We shared a
lot, and that's all you need to know. Now I have some work to do in my office,
then I think you and I need to do a little more shopping, I swear, if you
don't stop growing, I'll run out of money.'

'Let me ask you, Alicia,' I said, 'would your clients pay extra for two dom's
rather than one?' She gave this questions some thought. 'Hmm,' she said, 'you
know they might. You might have something there, Genie, would you be up for
it?' 'You know I would,' I said, 'people already think I'm older than fifteen,
or rather sixteen in a month.' 'We'd need more of a studio than my home
office,' Alicia said, 'and more of a real video setup than that little
computer cam I have now. We'll price things out when we're in town. Now go get
dressed while I tend to a client from the mid-west. It won't take long with
this one.'

Our first stops were again at the boutiques where we had shopped before. I
picked up new dresses, shorts, pants, underwear and bras (although I had
recently gotten use to going without either) and tops. The tops that fit
across the shoulders were far too baggy around the waist, so we stopped at a
tailor shop and had them taken in. We stopped by the swim suit shop so that
Alicia could pick up a new bikini. Marcia, the clerk who had helped me before
came running over.

'May I help you, Genie,' she said, giving me the biggest smile. 'Yes, Marcia,'
I said, 'Alicia here needs a new bikini, can you show her what you showed me
last time?' Marcia looked from me to Alicia and seeming to understand what I
was asking her, said, 'Certainly, Genie; Alicia, if you'll just follow me,
I'll get you set up in a dressing room.' As Marcia lead Alicia to the back of
the store, Alicia looked over her shoulder and gave me a quizzical look. I
just smiled back at her.

Marcia led us past the normal dressing rooms and into the stock room at the
back of the shop. She held the door open for us and after we entered, latched
the lock. 'Let me get you a couple of bottoms and tops to try on, Alicia,'
Marcia said, 'our new arrivals are here in the back. Genie, did you want to
see one that I special ordered for you?'

'Sure, Marcia, that would be great,' I said and began to unbutton the bluse I
had on and unzip my skirt. Alicia was doing likewise when Marcia returned with
an arm full of swim suit bottoms and tops. She had six or seven suits for
Alicia and several for me.

I was now standing there naked and Marcia couldn't take her eyes off of me.
'My God, Genie, have you gotten more muscular than the last time you were in?'
she asked. Alicia turned and gave me an appraising glance. 'I think she's
right, Genie, you've grown in height as well,' Alicia said, 'You're as tall as
me now.'

I looked at myself in a full length mirror and I was as tall as Alicia. About
5'-11" tall with broad shoulder, defined trapizus muscle atop them and a nice
'V' shaped torso with firm round breasts. My nipples were firm and appeared to
be about a half-inch in length when I turned slightly. I have a trim waist and
hips with muscular tree trunk quads and calves. I noticed too that my labia
was thicker and appeared more rigid than I had noticed before. My coloring is
a deep walnut now since laying in the sun which accents my blue eyes and light
short croped hair.

Alicia moves forward and kisses me full on the mouth. We embrace. Alicia is
fit for a woman in her 30's. Marcia hugs Alicia from behind and moves her
hands to Alicia's breasts while kissing the nap of her neck. This seems to
arouse Alicia as she moves her hands down my abs and begins to play with my
clit.

Marcia moves her hands down to rub Alicia's mons and Alicia slides a finger
into my vagina. I'm already moist, but within a couple of minutes I reach a
raging climax and come with a gush. Marcia, now turns her attention to my cum
and drops to her knee's in front of me. She sets about lapping my juices.

Alicia brings herself to orgasm while watching Marcia tongue me, lapping my
cum from my legs and squeezing my butt.

Neither Alicia nor I want to try on the swimsuits that Marcia has brought us.
Alicia tells her, 'Marcia, I don't think Genie or I are at our 'freshest' for
trying on the suits. Can we just take them with us?' 'I understand,' Marcia
said, 'that's not a problem.'

'What is all that stuff,' I asked Marcia, pointing to some metal that is
stacked in the corner. 'Just some old display racks that I need to hire
someone to break up so that I can throw them away' she says.

I grab the stoutest piece of metal that is about five feet long and bend it in
half with ease. 'That's easy,' I said, 'here, let me break this up for you.' I
then take the balance of the five-foot lengths and bend those as well.
'There,' I said, 'now you can toss them out and not hire anyone.' 'Wow,
Genie,' Marcia says, 'you certainly are strong. Thanks.' 'Not a prolem,' I
tell her.

Alicia and I finish getting dressed. Marcia bags up the swim suits and we
leave, heading for the camera shop on the next block. We drop our bags at the
car, and then enter the camera shop.

'May I help you,' the clerk asks. Alicia proceeds to explain that we need
video equipment that is computer compatible, but able to video some home
movies. She doesn't go into detail that the 'home movies' that she's talking
about involve a dominatrix theme. Jim, the clerk, makes a few suggestions and
before too long, I'm carrying an arm load of equipment to Alicia's car.

When we pulled up in the driveway of our house, I grabbed a box containing our
new video camera and headed for the door. 'Wait, Genie,' Alicia called, 'let
me show you where all this equipment is going.'

She walked to the back of the property, near a storage shed, but continued
past to a metal door inset with a metal frame in the side of a cliff. 'This is
a cave where the former owner, a wine maker, had his wine barrels,' Alicia
said, 'I cleared it out and have used it for storage ever since I bought the
property. I thought we could use this for our studio. I just need to run some
computer cables out here.'

There was already electricity in the cave. And I thought it would be cold, but
the temperature was quite mild. This would be ideal.

'I can't wait to get started, Alicia,' I said, 'I get so excited watching you
perform. We'll make a good team.'

To be continued ...