Acts of Incest in this story
I had no idea where to put this. Heavy on non-consent, mind control and incest, it belongs in the first category I think, but it's meant to be more comedic, than incestually (my word!) erotic.
Be warned, this is actually one of the first things I ever attempted to write, and I recently rediscovered the file. It's been sitting around for many years. Never published, for probably-obvious reasons. But I zipped back through it and cleaned bits of it up, so what the hell.
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It's a curse. It's always been a curse, even though it was supposed to be a blessing - a "wish come true" - but I had totally bungled things up. It was almost a twenty-year-old curse now, and one that would finally reach its conclusion.
I remember the day it all began very well.
It was my 18th birthday, I was strolling the beach and came upon a dull-looking bottle. Out of curiosity, I picked it up and popped the wooden cork. It rocked out of my hand, almost thrashing. It hit the ground and out "poofed" what I would discover to be a genie. I mean, an actual, magical, fucking genie, smoke and all.
As the smoke wisped away, what I saw before me was a beautiful and ageless woman. I couldn't believe my eyes. She barely wore any clothing, only enough material to cover the essentials. "Hello, Master," she said. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Janna, your indebted servant."
"My God!" I exclaimed. "You are gorgeous. Just... beautiful..." The words escaped my lips without effort. I mean that literally. I just couldn't think of what else to say, her beauty was so stunning.
Janna batted her lashes as she spoke, "I materialize in the form most attractive to the master of the bottle... in every detail." That explained the enormous breasts, I thought, noticing how they were barely covered by the pinkish, satin material of her garb. "You have freed me for 24 hours. For that, you are granted anything. That is, anything other than riches. You cannot wish for such materialistic things. Make your choice wisely. One wish only."
Being so young, my hormones were raging. I was always thinking about sex at that time in my life, even when not in the presence of such a beautiful creature. I remember how badly I wanted to see the genie naked. Her outfit was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, but now it made me thirst to see more. Being young and perverted (and a little naïve), I'd made up my mind: since the genie was in the most perfect form to suit my physical desires, I'd wish for her to spend the day with me... naked. In my young mind, this seemed like a terrific wish, especially considering I couldn't wish for money or other fortunes.
I was careful not to wish for something like 'having sex' with the genie. For some reason, I felt that it would be wrong to make a woman - even a mythical one - have sex with someone who she may not ordinarily want to have sex with. I reasoned that it would be akin to rape, even if they "wanted" it from the effects of the wish.
Yet I also rationalized (rather thoughtlessly, of course) that making Janna go naked for a day would be completely harmless. I didn't understand, in my young mind, that even a wish like that could be offensive to her. It could be argued that my 18-year-old brain just didn't know any better. However, I was apparently sharp enough to stop myself from making that wish.
Before I could opened my mouth, that 18-year-old brain went reeling into more twisted logic patterns. 'Wouldn't it be great if every girl got naked for me, and not just this genie, for this one day only?'
I remember thinking that I could wish to see every girl - any who ever came across my path - to be naked. I could have it all! Since I had just concluded that making the genie go naked would be harmless fun, I instantly came to the same conclusion that it would be that way for everyone. Just harmless fun for everyone. Again, that thought was the product of an immature and naive, young mind.
I remember how long I stared at the genie while formulating my wish. Her body was perfect, with those long, slender legs, tight buns, and just the right amount of hips. Those curves led up to large, firm breasts, which must have been over a DD cup. The more I gazed, the more I wanted her, yet somehow, in my youthful innocence, I still felt it would be wrong to wish for sex. By proxy of it being a wish, the sex would never be authentic.
Yet as I stared at that genie, all I could think about was how much I would love to see her climax. To fuck her so hard, and so well, that she would erupt into a series of orgasms, cumming again and again and again. It would be so hot to see that look of sheer pleasure on her face, and in her eyes.
Then the thought occurred to me that maybe (just maybe), if Janna were to orgasm of her own volition, then perhaps she would work herself up to the point where she would truly, willingly want to have sex with me, too. I know.. stupid, right? For some reason, this ridiculous logic pattern validated my ill-conceived idea of a new wish. Please, remember, I was a very young and stupid back then. I didn't think much past my nose.
But man, I remember, how badly I wanted to have sex with the genie. It took everything in my power not to wish for that very thing. But I did want to see her cum, and see her get worked up. And of course, the idea slipped into my mind once again, 'Why just the genie? Why not every woman? I could have every woman get worked up around me.'
That thought entered and passed through my brain in less than a thousandth of a second, yet I went with. Stupid, foolish me, went with it. I cleared my throat and spoke firmly to the genie, assured I had come to my final decision. "When any girl is in my presence, she will be compelled to instantly masturbate, with an insatiable desire to achieve orgasm. It will feel ten times better than any other time she has ever masturbated. Again, she will instantly strip naked in my presence, fuck herself *hard* - to completion - incapable of resisting the urge, or stopping, until she cums multiple times."
As the words came out of my mouth, the genie's bottom jaw dropped opened. Her brows curled, and her lips snarled. "I cannot believe you just wished for that," she shouted, as she began unraveling her dress. Her left boob spilled out almost immediately, a large nipple protruding, stiff, harder than any nipple I'd ever seen before, almost supernatural. "It's one thing to wish to fuck me. This is entirely... entirely..." The genie was too upset to get the words out.
"What?" I pleaded.
"You are such an asshole." Janna said. "I may be forced to grant this wish, but it doesn't mean I have to enjoy it."
'Uh, oh,' I thought, scratching my head. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.'
The genie removed all her clothing and threw it to the ground. While standing, she spread her legs and immediately started massaging her clit. It was perfect in its pinkish color.
"Oh my god, this feels good and I don't want it to," Janna moaned, almost yelling, and her eyes pierced into mine. She then looked down and grabbed the bottom of her left breast, putting her mouth to the nipple and sucking hard. She groaned in pleasure, but I could tell that even so, she was quite upset for having to do this in front of me.
And yet I could also tell, that never before (mythical or not), had this creature achieved this level of "horny" in her timeless existence. Ensuring they would enjoy it ten times more than any other was sa smart play, I guess, because Janna was seriously going to town on herself in front of me.
My cock instantly got hard watching her. I wanted to pull it out and let her have it. I stepped closer towards her. Pulling her tit out of her mouth just for a moment, the genie barked, "No way, buster! I am not fucking you. I just need to fuck myself. Hard. Very hard. Your wish has been granted, asshole!" She pushed me back and then laid down on the sand. A dildo materialized in her hand and she thrust it in.
"Fucking magical genie, indeed," I said.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, shoving the bright, purple object deep into her pussy. "This feels sooo gooooood."
Her orgasms were quick and forceful. I watched her abs clinch tightly with each climax, of which she had many, maybe five or six. She'd come down from one and then ram the dildo firmly in again, urging another one on. When she couldn't take any more, she gasped for air and flung the dildo out of her pussy and onto the sand. We sat in silence for a moment.
"Are you happy with yourself?" she said, finally. "That was your wish? What were you thinking?" She got up and dusted herself off. Her heavy tits swayed with the effort.
"You just made me so horny," I said, motioning at my erection bulging through my pants.
"Do you realize every adult woman you meet, every woman you know, is going to have to do this? Every. Single. One."
'Oh, my god,' I thought.
The revelation stopped me in my tracks. I hadn't fully thought through the consequences at all. My two sisters, my mom, all my aunts and cousins. I come from a large family. Not to mention, my girlfriend, my teachers, even the morbidly obese lady who lived next door. That thought frightened me.
"Well, I take the wish back," I said.
"You can't take your wish back, you idiot!" shouted the genie, getting up on her feet. She was still gloriously stark naked, a wonder to behold. "Not for 20 years, at least."
"Why not?" I asked.
"I can only grant one wish every generation. I am freed for a day, but I return to the bottle at the end of it, and I may not return for at least 20 years. The bottle will be impossible to open or break. I am a slave to the bottle, and to the bottle's master."
Then it hit me. "Oh dear, I could have wished for your infinite freedom."
"Specifically, you could have wished for my mortality," Janna said. "I would become one of you, no longer a slave, no longer immortal. That would mean true freedom."
"I am so sorry," I said. "It didn't occur to me."
