(c) March, 2002 Revised 12/24/03.
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Chapter 1 - A Date To Remember
Isn't it amazing how everyone in most of these tales is the most beautiful or handsome, has a perfect body, massive breasts or huge erections. Not me, I was an average youngster, with average looks, an average penis, though I will allow myself above an average IQ. At least that's what my test scores proclaimed.
My sister, Sue was not especially pretty. I didn't know much about her body, though not from lack of trying to see it. Usually she wore loose fitting clothes which hid her figure. Even when I did get a rare peek down her top, she always wore a bra. Being good enough to be first or second string on any team she tried out for, Sue was normally involved in a sport after school most days.
Our parents were nice enough. Both were physically attractive, active at church, had good jobs, were well liked, and respected in our small community. Unfortunately, to my way of thinking, they were also very conservative. While they enjoyed a love life, it was a very private one. In front of Sue or me they'd kiss or hug, but they'd never in a million years admit that anything ever happened behind a closed bedroom door.
Basic birds and bees I got shortly after Mom first caught me masturbating. The mechanics of sex was briefly presented by my Father. When he got to "Have any questions son?" it was obvious, even to a kid like me, that he didn't want any. About the only information I got from either parent from then on has been of the "...wait until marriage:", or "...nice boys don't do THAT", or "...you're too young for..." variety. In other words, not a scrap of useful information, ever, about sex.
As I developed, I actually grew more shy. Even though I got along well enough with my sister, neither of us knew much about communicating with other people. Oddly enough, we both tended to get along better with adults than kids our own age.
Sue and I tried to talk to each other. While we were fine with mundane matters, we both had a hard time with truly personal details. Over time I did discover that Sue got about as much help from Mom regarding sex as I'd gotten from Dad. Sue had gotten Body Parts 101, followed by a Ph.D. in Advanced Celibacy.
At 19, Sue is just over a year my senior. She did have infrequent dates, but she never found a boyfriend that wasn't totally turned off by our folk's piety and over-protectiveness. Being shy, unsure of herself, Sue wasn't a very good conversationalist. Sadly she wasn't allowed out of the house unless she dressed like an old lady. Those factors resulted in Sue mostly being asked out by jerks, and she was simply too bright for them.
Sue and I were only allowed a narrow range of 'acceptable' activities. A church social was OK, if there were plenty of chaperones, of course. A bowling alley...maybe, but a Drive In, forget it. A party at a friend's house was out of the question, unless several sets of parents were in attendance. Hey, couldn't allow any of that "wild stuff that misguided young people do!"
Dating? Tried it, wasn't very good at it. Not being able to only made a boy-girl relationship more difficult. Having so little experience and confidence, I fell into a ferocious cycle of doing poorly on a date because I was shy, then becoming even shyer because I'd done poorly. There had been a couple girls I'd liked, but I suspect I soon lost them because I was so sexually awkward. Hey, if it was written on a billboard I'd probably miss a 'signal'.
God, I wanted to do stuff! I wanted to experiment, but I'd been totally brainwashed. One thought about French kissing, or touching a breast, and my body would almost jump because of the lighting bolt that was surely going to zap me. My reality was that I knew if I did try something, and word got back to my parents, there'd be seven kinds of Hell to pay!
From all I've shared, it might not come as too big a surprise that Sue and I were often in front of the Rec. room TV on Friday and Saturday nights. Therefore there was absolutely nothing unusual about the Friday night where this story unfolds, except that we were parked on the sofa a little earlier than usual.
Every other Friday our parents ate dinner out after a church function. Afterwards they'd drive 25 miles to where they did the food shopping, etc. Happily, when they went out, all our little make work chores left with them.
This particular evening, a local UHF station was having an 'I Dream of Jeannie' marathon. After a couple hours of watching Barbara Eden, I was horny as hell from ogling her sexy harem outfits...what a body! Hormones led my thinking along the lines of "wouldn't it be great to have a few wishes granted, heh, heh, heh!"
I don't know if there are many people who've never seen 'I Dream of Jeannie', but she was a bona fide, Arabian Nights type, wish granting, lives in a bottle, Genie, named Jeannie who was rescued by an of-course astronaut who'd landed on a desert island. Being a Sit Com, Jeannie used wishes to 'help' Tony, her fly-boy master. Chaos always ensued, but Jeannie was so adorable ya had ta love her.
Like most people, even though my mind was swirling with sexual fantasies involving foxy Barbara Eden and wishes, I was still able to manage a conversation with Sue. Mostly it was just a throw away comment, half question, or half just thinking out loud.
"Sue, if you had a few wishes what would ask for?'
"Well, no offense Lewis, but I'd be out a nice date at the Drive In instead of watching TV with my brother on a date night."
We exchanged 'hell yeah' glances, made a few irony laced chortles, then returned to viewing the tube. Way in the back of my brain wheels began turning. A few minutes later a 'ding' sounded as an idea finished cooking. My mind played with it, then added a few more ingredients. "Might be fun..." I thought.
Laughing a little as I stood, I turned to Sue, folded my arms, then did a 'I Dream of Jeannie' nod of my head and blink. "Your wish has been granted, Master. You have a date for the Drive In. Please go dress. Do whatever you normally would to get ready for a date. Meet me in the kitchen in 30 minutes."
Sue looked at me as if I were crazy.
"Go girl, shoo, shoo, you only have 30 minutes!"
Standing there with a silly grin, I extended a hand to help her up. When Sue accepted my hand, I pulled her to her feet. We held hands as I led her up the basement stairs, then to the second floor. Turning Sue by her shoulders towards her room, I gave her a gentle push. "I get the bathroom first, just for a couple minutes. Remember, 30 minutes, meet me in the kitchen."