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


My name is Genie and this is my story.

I won't bore you as so many other stories do with my life as a child, but
rather I'll pick it up shortly after my fifteenth birthday.

I'm an only child, so perhaps I'm a bit spoiled. My mom, Amanda, and dad,
Tyrel, meant the world to me. They were in to the world of professional
bodybuilding. Each won numerous contests and to say they were stars of the
sport would be an understatement. My father was an African-American, 6'-4" and
240 pounds of muscle. My mom was a blonde, blue-eyed beauty, 5'-11" and nearly
200 pounds. Both she and my father competed internationally winning most
contests they entered.

My parents provided me with all the right tools for a healthy lifestyle, both
mentally and physically. We did things as a family; eat, play, excercize, cook
and discuss other topics openly. You might say I was a mature fifteen years
old.

I was mature, but not so mature as to prepare me for that day in early June.
It was shortly after the end of my sophmore year of high school. I was
anticipating my parent's arrival home from a weekend competition in Canada.
They had caught an evening flight and would be flying into southern California
and then home. We lived not far from the beach in a modest ranch style
three-bedroom home with an added workout facility.

Instead of hearing the garage door open that night and my parents enter, there
was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and the slamming of two car
doors. I thought they may have decided just to park in the driveway rather
than pull into the garage, so I was surprised to see the police cruiser parked
there when I opened the front door.

I remember hearing the policeman tell me that my parents had been in a traffic
accident not far from the airport. I asked if they were hurt badly and saw the
glance as one patrolman looked at the other. After that, the words were as if
spoken in slow motion. My strong legs seemed to turn to rubber and the
youngest policeman caught me before I slumped to the floor. He walked me to
the couch and went into the kitchen returning with some water.

It seems that my parent's car was hit by a drunk driver. They died instantly.
It occurred to me that even though I thought of them as strong, and they were,
that life is fragile and I would miss them terribly.

The police asked if there was any family member that could stay with me. I
only had an aunt on my mother's side and she lived in northern California. She
had been to visit occasionally, the last time only a month prior. Aunt Alicia
was physically a duplicate of my mother, but more stern in nature. Where my
mother was fun loving and jovial, Aunt Alicia seemed hardened and strict.

I spent that first night next door at the Martin's. The Martin's were an
elderly couple whose children were grown and married. They were quite
sympathetic and seemed to hover about, which eventually annoyed me. I didn't
complain, but was relieved once I was alone in one the Martin's children's
bedroom that night. I lay awake thinking about my parents and what would be
come of me now. I knew my aunt was on her way to southern California.

Aunt Alicia arrived and seemed warmer than I would have thought. She took
charge, but not so much so that I felt left out. Funeral arrangements were
made and in going through my parents address book and notifying those that
were listed there, we ran across the name and number of my parents attorney.
He was quite cordial and set up a time for us to come to his office.

The following day, we went to the attorney's office. He had numerous folders
and files on his desk and a side table. As Aunt Alicia and I sat down, he
pulled an official looking stack of papers from a folder on his desk.
Basically, it was my parent's last will and testament. Since I was a minor, I
was to be placed with Aunt Alicia. The estate was to be liquidated and the
funds held in a trust for me until my eighteenth birthday. A monthly stipend
was to be given me until that time.

This all seemed so cut and dry. So sterile, I had barely grasped the reality
of my parent's death, and here I was, going to live with a woman I barely
knew. I felt my life was over.

Aunt Alicia and I got through the funeral, met with the attorney to set up the
trust, met with a real estate agent to list the house, had a week long garage
sale to get rid of the majority of the furniture and made arrangements to ship
what didn't sell.

The two of us then flew to what was to be my new home on the outskirts of
Napa, north of San Francisco Bay.

Aunt Alicia lived alone in a huge ranch style home that dwarfed my parent's
house. Not only was the house large, but it was set on several acres of
undeveloped land with a lot of oak trees and a meandering drive which passed
through a wrought iron gate. It was nestled up against a steep hillside.

Alicia, she said she didn't need me to call her 'Aunt' any longer, showed me
to my room. It was as large as our living room back in southern California. I
had my own bathroom and a sprawling walk-in closet. I dropped my bags on the
king size bed and she showed me the rest of the house. Kitchen, dining room,
great room, patio, pool with spa, several guest rooms and an exercise room,
though not as complete as that at home, had the makings of a fine home gym.

Since it was the beginning of summer vacation, Alicia said she'd enroll me in
high school in the fall, but until then, I was more or less on my own. She
said she had never been married and never had children so we were to live as
roommates. That suited me just fine since I felt independence with Alicia.

We had been 'home' for several days when the movers we had hired showed up.
They off-loaded the trucks contents with the direction of Alicia and departed.
Miscellaneous boxes we set aside in a spare guest bedroom for me to go through
at a later date, clothes were taken to my room and weight benches, dumbbells
and barbells were taken to the exercise room. I couldn't help but notice that
Alicia was solidly built with well defined arms and calves and had no problem
with the weights and boxes.

'Let's take a break,' Alicia suggested, 'and go for a swim. All this moving
has made me a little sweaty.' I readily agreed as I had the whole summer to
unpack and set up the weight room the way it needed to be. I located my
swimsuit, changed and went out on the large patio. I was a little surprised to
find Alicia lying on a chaise lounge near the pool, naked. An empty chaise and
towel was next to her. I sat on the chaise and she shaded her eyes, eyeing me
up and down. "Are you shocked?' she asked. I'm afraid I stuttered when I said
'no', and she laughed. I laughed as well. 'Don't be shocked,' Alicia said,
'you can keep your bathing suit on if you want, but I sun bathe naked all the
time, you can too if you want, it's your choice.'

I had never sun bathed naked before, but I did use our tanning bed back home
naked, as did my mother. I stood and stripped off my bikini. The sun felt warm
on my body as I lay on the towel. Alicia again glanced over and said, 'We'll
have to give you a wax, your pubic hair is too bushy, but you have great
coloring, Genie.' 'Thanks,' I muttered, noticing that Alicia was void of hair
on her mons.

That evening after our leisure time by the pool, Alicia mentioned that she had
some phone calls to make and needed to check her e-mails and headed off to her
office. I decided to put my clothes away and set up my computer in a room
adjacent to my bedroom. It seemed each room had an outlet for the computer.

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.

To be continued ...