Author's Note: This is a work of fanfiction based on the extremely popular video game, Summertime Saga, by DarkCookie.. As some of my readers know, I'm a huge fan of the 'Sex Genie' trope and rather than finish my original Genie Chronicles: Make a Wish story, I started up a fanfic using the same mechanics.
First and foremost, I do plan on finishing Make a Wish at some point in the future. I'm about halfway done with that story, and I'm already over halfway done with this story. I will start publishing my finished chapters on Genie Chronicles: Summertime Saga, but please refrain from comments yelling at me to finish Make a Wish.
If you enjoy the overall plotline and characters in this story I highly recommend you play Summertime Saga. It's completely free, though it's still a work in progress. Also, please keep in mind that the game does not have a Sex Genie in it, that's my contribution to the story for this fanfic. So please don't yell at DarkCookie about where the Sex Genie is.
Finally, this is the prologue, so there is no sex in this chapter, but every chapter after this tends to have at least two sex scenes. So please don't give this a low score just because there isn't a sex scene. Chapter 1 will begin sexy times.
TLDR: Story is based on a game. Game doesn't have a genie. Prologue doesn't have sex. I will finish Make a Wish later.
Prologue: A Funeral and a Cube
The rain was heavy during an overcast morning in Summerville, yet despite the inclement weather many of the small beach community were gathered at a lone hilltop where Richard Cross was being lowered into the ground. The priest overseeing the funeral droned on about scripture, but Michael Cross wasn't listening. He was thankful for the rain so his friends wouldn't see his tears streaking down his face as his eyes remained firmly locked on his own feet. Somehow, Michael thought if he saw it happening, if he saw his father's casket go into the dirt, then it would all be too real. The young man, barely 18 years of age, was holding out some form of cognitive dissonance, refusing to acknowledge that he'd never see his father's face again once he was buried.
Finishing Richard's last rights, the priest motioned for the casket to be covered in dirt while Michael continued to stare intently on his shoes, focusing all of his energy on ignoring the passing moment. Within the crowd Debbie felt her own tears run blending in with the rain, but rather than watch the casket her eyes were glued to Michael, feeling the weight of his immense sorrow.
"How much longer do we need to be here?"
"Jenny! Hush, someone might hear you." Debbie hissed to her daughter. Normally she'd just ignore Jenny's shitty attitude, but making such a selfish comment at her friend's funeral infuriated her.
"He's not really going to live with us, is he?"
"Of course he is. He's got nowhere else to go."
"Will he pay rent?"
"Apparently Richard didn't really have any money to leave. He was deeply in debt when he died. I don't think Michael has a penny to his name."
"Great, so we're taking in a hobo then." Jenny scoffed dismissively.
Debbie swung her attention back to Michael, refusing to acknowledge her daughter's tantrum anymore. People had started rising to leave, but she noticed Michael was still in his seat, refusing to move. Looking over, Debbie caught Diane's eye for a moment, causing her friend to come over as everyone else exited the funeral.
"Poor kid. Are you really taking him in?" Diane asked, looking uncomfortably tight in a formal black dress that clung to her body from the rain. Debbie knew she wasn't doing much better in her older black dress that she hadn't worn for years as well. In fact, now that she thought about it, the last time both Diane and Debbie wore these dresses, it was for the funeral of Michael's mother.
"He's got nowhere else to go, and Richard was a good friend."
"You're a good person Debbie, just don't let your daughter be too much of a bitch to the poor kid."