Sister/genie

Major Warnings/Disclaimers

This story contains heavy themes of sister/sister incest. Also, this particular entry includes a magically induced non-consensual encounter. That will NOT be a major theme of the story going forward, but it made sense with the flow of the story in this case.

For those who would rather skip that part, I've marked the start of it in the text with "!!!!!!!". It continues to the end of the chapter, mostly, though reading the last 2 paragraphs will help set up chapter 4.

I'm glad some people are enjoying the story and commenting. Hopefully this turn won't alienate a large number of you.

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Jaya stayed seated on the toilet for several more minutes, convincing herself it would mean less chance of Sam figuring out she'd been in the room when he and his girlfriend had an illicit tryst in the next stall over. She briefly contemplated reaching down for the glass bottle in her oversized purse and making sure of it, but she stopped herself.

No. The last wish could have gotten him fired for God's sake, the next one might get him arrested. I need to get a handle on these things before making more. And I need to watch what I say.

As she sat trying to will time to move faster, Jaya realized she actually used the phrase "I wish" quite a bit in her internal monologues, and sometimes those internal monologues were actually external. Now that those seemed to be keywords to the equivalent of an insanely powerful smart home system, she had to be much more careful.

It was only after her ass started to get sore from the toilet seat pushing into it that Jaya finally left the bathroom. Sam didn't even seem to notice as she made her way down the hallway, turning a few times until she got back to the artifact room. She winced as she entered; she could see a brown outline of the spilled coffee she'd never cleaned up, now dry and staining the smooth concrete floor. She set her bag down.

"I wish-shit, no, I didn't mean it, no!"

Jaya stood in the middle of the room flinching as if something was going to hit her, but it seemed the disjointed phrase she stuttered out didn't count.

She said I'd have to touch the bottle anyway, right? But I wasn't touching the bottle in the bathroom. I was holding my purse, though. Does that count? Or was that even a wish; did they just wander in there by coincidence?

Jaya decided to test out the capabilities. She supposed she could just ask the genie but she didn't want the girl appearing at work again, especially since there was much more risk of someone wandering in.

I don't want to drain her power in there though, do I? How do I make a sexual wish without making a scene? Um...well that's...I suppose...

Not quite believing her own brazenness, Jaya undid her pants and slid her finger down to her slit. It was mildly damp, possibly from the show in the bathroom, but that had been a while ago now and the stress afterward had not been a turn-on. Checking around, Jaya stepped away from the bag and said, "I wish my pussy was wetter."

She didn't notice any change except a flush of embarrassment. She expected Lincoln or some random janitor to jump out from behind a pile of artifacts like in some raunch comedy or porn shoot, but she still seemed to be alone in the room. Taking a breath, she stepped forward and put her hand on her bag, still containing the bottle.

"I wish my pussy was wetter."

Her finger almost slipped all the way inside by accident. Her vagina was

soaked

; it felt like she'd had an orgasm after someone went down on her; she could probably take a guy balls-deep without a problem. After a moment she realized she was idly rubbing herself at the thought, and she was definitely flushed.

Well the easiest way to get your pussy wet is to make you turned on, isn't it?

Jaya thought.

She wasn't sure how the wishes would work. It didn't seem to be a monkey's paw situation, where the genie was twisting her wishes and going with the worst interpretations of them, but then again they weren't totally benign either. When she'd wished to know what happened between Sam and Zee, she could just as easily have walked by later and seen a satisfied grin on Sam's face. Instead she'd been treated to an amateur sex show. Granted Zee didn't seem to mind, but did the genie know that in advance?

Like right now. If I wished for an orgasm would I just cum, or would genie hop out of the bottle and try to get me off, or would some rando walk in and offer to fuck me?

There's one way to find out...

Jaya winced at the traitorous part of her mind that wanted to push the limits of the sex thing, even as her finger was moving faster and faster over her own clit. She had one hand braced on the table now and her breathing was heavier. If she just kept this up for another few minutes, especially imagining a random unplanned sexual encounter...

Then a very secret, very traitorous part of her mind floated the dealbreaker.

What if Jasmine walked in? What if it was because of the wish?

Jaya suddenly bucked and gasped as an orgasm exploded from her core, shooting through her body like lightning. She had to pull her hand out of her pants to brace on the table so she wouldn't tumble over. It took a while for the aftershocks to pass and her breathing to come under control, all the while she was panting half bent over one of the work tables with her pants undone. In her post-orgasmic haze, she wasn't sure if she was more nervous or more turned on by the possibilities.

Why did you think of Jasmine?

Jaya asked herself.

That's right, the party she went to! I need to check on her!

she decided, latching onto the explanation like a lifeline.

Jaya checked the clock. It was 8:30am. She was confused how only two and a half hours could have passed since she woke up but then she remembered the thing with the genie stopping time. Either way, it was late enough that Jasmine should be up and around already. Jaya called her.

It took a while for Jasmine to pick up, which only worried Jaya more. Just before Jaya expected to hear a voicemail message the call connected.

"Hey," Jasmine said in a whisper, "Sorry; my phone's on silent. I didn't want to wake Mike."

Jaya felt an entire puberty's worth of emotions race through her head. "Um...so you had a

lot

of fun last night?" Jaya managed to get out, after rejecting the urge to hang up, scream, cry, or interrogate her sister for the guy's full bio.

"What? Oh...oh my...'Mike'," Jasmine said quietly giggling.

Jaya was confused and she quickly felt it turning to annoyance as she could hear her sister just giggling on the phone. "Sis, what's going on?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," Jasmine said, "It's just...wow you gave me a laugh. Mike is what we call Michelle. She's the customer service manager. Her fiancée was supposed to get her but his plane was delayed. I stayed with her after the party in the bar, but his flight got out-and-out cancelled. She was a little too tipsy to drive back to her place so she crashed with me."

"Oh," Jaya said, relief flooding through her even though she tried to deny the feeling, "Well I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Yep. Just need to get us up and off to the office. We're allowed to come in late but still have to make an appearance. I'll tell you all about the party Sunday," Jasmine said as she hung up.

Jaya hesitated after the call disconnected, then pulled her phone around and stared at it. She had no reason to disbelieve her sister. She'd never hid anything from Jaya before, and had no reason to start now. Jaya hadn't been complimentary of the last couple of boyfriends Jasmine had, but she'd been proven right in the end when they cheated on her or got fed up with her drive and focus on her career. Still...for some reason she didn't buy the "Mike/Michelle" excuse.

I wish there was a way to...shit...

Jaya's mind whirled as she realized there was a way.

What would that even do? Transport me to her windowsill? Or into her closet so I could see the room? Or would I have some sort of astral projection going on?

One way to find out

Jaya slowly reached up and touched her bag. "I wish I could see what's happening in Jasmine's bedroom," she said. She hoped "peeping into a bedroom" and her own suspicion about Jasmine's bedmate would push the wish into valid territory.

She flinched and waited for something to happen, like appearing somewhere or her mind being altered, but instead her phone made noise. Jaya lifted it and saw a movie of Jasmine's bedroom, from a different angle than her conversation the day before.

"Come on bitch, get out of my bed," Jasmine's voice came from off screen.

"Loud," a voice whined from the direction of the bed. The camera on the phone was pointed slightly up, with the bottom of the view going across the bed, as if the phone were propped on a night table.

"That's your fault for drinking an entire bottle of Tabitha or whatever that was," Jasmine said.

The covers shifted and revealed a pale-skinned woman with curly mouse-brown hair mostly obscuring her face and spreading around on the pillows beneath her. "Talisker. Mother help me I was drinking with a peasant. Ugh, and I slept in my dress."

"Yeah, as hot as you are I didn't feel like undressing you, sorry," Jasmine's said again.

Jaya watched as the woman rose from the bed, indeed still wearing a strapless dress, though after a night of sleeping it was wrinkled and twisted. Jaya watched for a moment as the woman tried to reset but soon a wave of embarrassment washed over her and she disconnected the call.

What am I doing? Spying on my sister because...why? So what if she lied to you? She hasn't had a boyfriend in...a while, maybe she didn't want to go public. Not that she has a boyfriend now. And you used the genie to spy on her!

Did she, though? Jaya thought back through her morning. The time-stopping was an obvious clue that something was different, but...could she have hallucinated that? Could she have hallucinated the genie entirely?

I have a vague memory of being in bed with her but that could have been a dream. So could the conversation this morning, in fact. I could have been sleeping right up until I saw the bottle on the floor. The time stopping might not have even happened. Then this morning...I mean...Zee could have come to see Samuel regardless...the bathrooms would have been the closest private area, just dumb luck they picked the ladies' room...and the phone, I mean, Jasmine could have just hit the button by accident setting the phone down.

I'm making this up. I'm just...yeah. Yesterday's stress did this. There's no such thing as genies, especially sex genies.

Jaya went to her bag, pulled out the bottle, and placed it back on the table where it'd first sat. After glancing at it a few times, she reconsidered and moved it to a back table with the catalogued stuff, labeled it "non-ancient artifact," (which would get it shipped back with the first part of the collection being returned) and went back to the table.

* * * * *

The rest of Jaya's day at the museum was far less sexual, though certain parts of her mind kept throwing up distracting possibilities throughout the day. Lincoln came to visit with another half-sincere apology but no offer to help, along with vague insinuations about his familiarity with Dr. Lloyd and how he could help her find her way in the museum, all while standing uncomfortably close but out of arm's reach. Jaya wistfully thought of wishing for him to be hit on by nothing but large hairy gay men for his entire night, but in the end just fended Lincoln off with pointed dismissals. Dr. Lloyd also appeared to check on her progress and offered a more sincere apology for her attitude the day before. Unfortunately Lloyd didn't take back her assignment, but she did clarify that it didn't all have to be done by Monday, which at least meant Jaya might not have to work the weekend.

She made a sizeable dent in the cataloguing and went home at a normal time. The whole ride home and throughout her dinner of microwaved leftovers she kept checking her bag to make sure she hadn't inadvertently brought the bottle home with her. She was definitely

not

checking in case it somehow magically materialized in her house.

Despite her excuses to Lincoln she had no plans and she felt oddly worked up. She briefly considered going to a bar or even a club but given her experience the night before she thought that was probably a very bad idea. She texted Jasmine but she was going to an opera with some of her coworkers and their beaus. Jaya wasn't a fan of opera but the few times she'd gone with Jasmine it hadn't been bad. Of course it'd been just the two of them.

Sighing at the state of her social life, Jaya settled into her couch and fired up her streaming options. She was three episodes into a re-watch binge of "The L word" when her door opened. She looked up and saw Jasmine stroll in wearing a black sheath dress. It wasn't as tight as the blue number she'd worn the day before but it still gave a very good outline of her figure. It took Jaya a minute to realize Jasmine had said something.

"What?"

"Sorry I can't grab your attention as well as Jenny," Jasmine joked at her, then paused, "Although...well..."

Jaya's head snapped back to the TV and she blushed. Jasmine walked in at the start of a sex scene and now the character she mentioned was blatantly topless on screen. Jaya frantically rewound the stream until everyone on-screen was at least covered and paused it. "Sorry," she said.

"Don't be embarrassed," Jasmine reassured her, "Seems like every show worth watching nowadays has tits all over the screen. Scoot over, I'll join you. Been a while since I saw that show."

Jaya started to pull her legs up but Jasmine surprised her by stripping off her dress, leaving her in a lacy push-up bra and boyshort panties, then lying down on the couch with her.

"Sorry, I just needed to get out of that dress," Jasmine explained, "You don't mind, do you?"

"N-no, not at all," Jaya stammered. She didn't mind, except that she felt her body responding in ways she wasn't sure she liked or wanted.

Jasmine snuggled under the blanket with her, tightly. Jaya's breasts, covered only by a shirt since she hadn't expected to go out or have company, pressed against her sister's back, and Jasmine's ass was firmly settled against Jaya's hips. Jaya was glad she wasn't a guy, because she's sure she would have had a hard-on and it would be poking right into her sister's backside.

Trying to control her breathing and reactions, she restarted the show, then nearly groaned when she remembered where it was. The steamy scene of lesbian loving began rolling again, and it wasn't long before Mia Kirshner's breasts were flashing in front of them as she enjoyed the attentions of her partner. On some of her lonelier nights Jaya admitted that scene might have been enough to send her searching for some battery-powered toys in her room. With her sister there it created a massive turmoil of feeling within her.

"When's the last time you tried that?" Jasmine asked.

"Tried what?" Jaya asked, "I...I don't go out with women."

"No not...all that," Jasmine said, gesturing at the screen where one of the women was now going down on the other, "I mean, just...kissing another girl."

"How do you know I've tried it at all?"

Jasmine turned so she could look at Jaya and gave her a disbelieving look, "Come on. Truth or dare, too much booze, teasing a boyfriend, sleepovers. We've all tried it at least once. Hell I full on made out with my lab partner once at a party she invited me to."

"So go call her," Jaya said, her voice trembling.

"I don't want to. I mean, you're my sister, right? Safest way to experiment ever."

With that, Jasmine gripped Jaya's head and pulled their lips together. Their lips met and Jaya couldn't help a small groan slipping out. Their mouths stayed mostly closed but Jaya felt every twitch of her sister's lips on hers and it was exquisite. At the end there was a little tease of her sister's tongue before she pulled away.

"There, see?" Jasmine said, smiling brightly, "Still fun, doesn't mean anything. Right?"

Jaya felt frozen, staring down at her sister's face, her black hair spread out around her head a bit.

"Right, Jaya?" Jasmine said again, and Jaya realized there was a teasing tone to her voice, "It's not like you'd want to keep kissing your own sister, would you?"

Jaya felt tears welling in her eyes. "Please Jasmine," she begged, unsure of what she was asking for.

Jasmine pulled them together again and this time there was no chastity or tame experimentation in their kiss. Mouths opened, tongues dueled, lips pressed and moved and shifted to increase sensation. When she took a breath, Jaya pulled her shirt up and let her bare chest settle against the silky roughness of her sister's bra. Jaya didn't care and wrapped her arms around Jasmine's body, pulling them close. The kissing continued, enflaming their passion. Jaya started to feel wetness when her legs moved and wondered if her sister was as wet as she was. She pulled back from the kissing to ask.

"Did I upset you Mistress? Were the wishes not correct?"

Jaya saw the pale blonde woman/genie on the couch instead of her sister, and they were now lying on an Arabian chaise inside a round room with blue and gold walls. The woman was naked.

"Please, tell me what you wish," the girl said, moving in for another kiss.

Jaya screamed and fell off her couch as she flinched.

She looked around frantically. It was dark, a lot darker than she thought it should be. The screen on the TV had the credits from one of the episodes paused and dimmed with a prompt asking if she was still watching.

"A dream...fuck why am I dreaming like this!?" Jaya yelled in frustration, "Get out of my head!"

* * * * *

After the dream of making out with her sister, half-naked on a couch, she'd spend the rest of the night online figuring out how to stop these dreams. She wilfully ignored all the advice on therapy and psychological evaluation because any of those solutions would inevitably start with someone trying to analyze her dreams or the emotions behind them and she

had

to avoid that at all costs. So she'd raided several pharmacies for sleep aids. The first night had been a disaster, with dreams of the blonde "genie" invading her mind every few minutes, it seemed, all the way until morning when she'd woken up with the next best thing to a hangover. So she'd given up.

She didn't bother sleeping Sunday or Monday night. Tuesday she went through ten cups of coffee, two with espresso shots, that lasted right up until she got to her house. She'd fallen onto her couch and slept almost as soon as she was horizontal, not waking until the next morning. She kept that up until the next Monday and then thought she saw the genie in her office, pleading with her to talk.

She knew that sleep depravation led to hallucinations, which defeated the whole purpose. So apparently she couldn't go without sleep, and the drug store sleep aids didn't prevent dreaming. Despite possibly being the catalyst that started everything, Jaya gave up the sleeping pills and switched to booze to give herself the knockout punch she needed to achieve a dreamless slumber. That seemed to work for a few days, but by her second Thursday she was fighting nausea as she looked at the bottle of sweetened vodka she'd grabbed. She downed as much as she could stand, then spent half an hour in her bathroom, on her knees. In the end the experience was enough to knock her out anyway.

As she dragged herself into the office Friday, she tried to ignore the face Sam made as she walked in. She'd very briefly glanced in the mirror that morning and knew she wasn't looking her best. Her hair was wispy; she'd been taking quick showers, often forgetting to wash her hair, and her conditioner bottle was probably crusted shut by now. She'd only worn it in a ponytail this week and her hair now featured a very obvious kink when it was down. Her skin looked paler too, and her eyes were usually some shade of pink in the morning. The past couple of days she'd worn sunglasses coming in, but she'd forgot them this morning. She knew she'd lost weight too; her pants fit looser than usual and her breasts shifted around in her bras, even with the hooks on the innermost loops. When she thought she could get away with it, she'd switched to wearing sports bras to the office.