Sister/genie

Disclaimer: While this specific entry does not contain examples of sister/sister incest, it is a theme throughout the story.

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Jaya's laughing got so bad she started having trouble breathing, and then she started hyperventilating. She ended up on all fours and began to feel nauseous, which at least stopped her rapid breathing. She felt a soft hand on her back.

"Mistress? What's wrong?" the genie asked.

Jaya recoiled and almost hit her head on the desk. "No! No no no no no," she stammered, "You can't be real. You can't. Please. Please don't be real. I...I wish you weren't real."

The genie looked at her with teary, pitying eyes. "I am sorry Mistress; that is not-"

"I can't. I just...you don't understand. They're going to take me away. My life is over. Make me someone else. Make me forget everything," Jaya pleaded.

"I cannot make you forget, Mistress. Genies are unable to alter their master's memories. Other people's, perhaps, but that is difficult, especially for me. Although, I could make the man who was here before forget details, since that was about sex."

"Make me someone else then," Jaya said.

"That I cannot do either," the genie said, "I could alter your appearance or your body, but I cannot make you take the place of someone else, or make you an entirely new person."

"You can't do anything except ruin my life!" Jaya screamed. She had the bottle in her hand and threw it at the genie. The genie didn't flinch or block, she just had a sad expression on her face as the bottle hit. When it did, her body seemed to collapse as if it were being sucked down a drain. The bottle bounced off the desk and clattered to the floor.

Jaya didn't really acknowledge what happened, she just crossed her arms over her knees and sobbed into them. That lasted until she heard pounding feet on the linoleum floor outside. She sucked in a breath and suppressed her sobbing as she looked around.

The room looked like a fight had taken place, if she ignored the actual explanation for the mess. The artifacts might be okay, but she doubted her monitor was intact. And of course she was basically naked on the floor, her bra bunched up by her neck and the ruined shirt the only coverings she had.

She heard someone fiddling with the door and instinctively scrambled over behind the desk to block her view. She expected whoever it was to burst in immediately but they were having trouble with the door. Then she remembered she wished it to be locked.

"No...no no you made it up. They just...they don't have a key. Someone's going to find a spare and come in. Fuck fuck fuck I wish I was still home in bed."

Suddenly the floor gave way. Jaya spread her arms and legs out for balance and encountered fluffy softness. She whipped her head back and forth and saw her bedroom, back in her apartment.

"Did...was that a dream?" Jaya said aloud, half hopeful, half afraid. But then she took stock of herself. She was still mostly nude, her shirt was still ruined...and she'd obviously had sex. Recently. She didn't have her phone, but the older alarm clock she still kept in her room read 9:48. She scrambled off her bed, her heart pounding in her chest, and ran through her apartment desperately hoping to find evidence of a one-night stand, but everything was exactly as she remembered it, and no one else was there.

Her heartbeat jumped from her chest up into her ears when she returned to her room. The bottle sat in the middle of the bed, lying on its side.

Jaya resisted the urge to throw it out the window, knowing it would just shatter the glass and probably wouldn't do anything to the bottle; she'd slammed it down on a metal table five times and there wasn't a scuff on it. A fifty foot fall onto the sidewalk wouldn't be any more destructive.

Jaya thought she might have just misremembered, or imagined it, but then she remembered what her sister had said once, right after their parents died and Jaya had broken her tablet in a fit of misplaced anger.

"We're all we've got. When you're in trouble it's up to you to fix it. Don't make excuses, don't assign blame; it doesn't matter whose fault it is, it only matters that you need to fix it. Don't deal with how it happened, deal with what you need to do to move forward."

Jaya briefly considered calling her sister for help, but then she realized that was exactly the opposite of what her advice had been. Still, she closed her eyes and imagined how restful it would be to just sink into one of Jasmine's hugs. Then she remembered the last time she'd dreamed about hugging Jasmine and that snapped her back to the present.

Time to deal with this. I'm awake. I'm not drugged. I'm not drunk. If I'm insane then I can't tell and this doesn't matter anyway.

Jaya reached forward and unstoppered the bottle. Smoke poured out again and the woman...

the genie

...appeared. She looked wary and cautious.

"Mistress?" she asked tentatively.

"I'm...um..." Jaya stammered nervously, suddenly feeling like she was on a blind date. Then she remembered what she

wasn't

wearing and scrambled for the robe hanging on her closet.

"Sorry," she said to the genie.

The genie smiled as if she were a mother looking at a cute child. "I have seen you naked, Mistress. The sight does not offend me. Quite the opposite; you have a beautiful body," she said.

Jaya blushed but still pulled the robe tighter. "I...I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I shouldn't have made you do that, and I shouldn't have thrown the bottle at you."

Jaya saw the genie's face get more guarded again. "Sex is my purpose, Mistress. It hardly makes sense for you to apologize for including me."

"I didn't include you. I used you, I never thought of what you liked or wanted, I just told you what to do. And God, Lincoln. I wish-"

"Mistress!" the genie almost yelled.

Jaya stopped, confused, then put her hand over her mouth in shock. She was about to say something when a pounding on her door startled her.

"Miss Gazdar? This is the police. Can we speak with you?"

"Shit!" Jaya said in a soft but harsh whisper, "I can't go with them."

"They will capture you?" the genie asked.

"Probably. I don't know if they're here because of what I did to Lincoln but your bottle is technically museum property."

"Miss Gazdar we do have a warrant to search. We can enter without your permission but it'll be easier if you cooperate."

"Dammit," Jaya said, "I need to get out of here."

"Wish for it, Mistress," the genie urged her.

Jaya looked at her with a desperate expression. She was trying to come to terms with the genie but she wasn't sure about the wish part yet.

"Mistress," the genie said pleadingly.

"But...I don't want to make them all start fucking outside."

"There is...you would call it a loophole...in my powers that allows me to help you avoid capture and harm with much less energy."

"I'm sorry Miss Gazdar," the policeman called out.

"Fine, I wish I was somewhere nice, miles from here, without anyone knowing. Oh, with clothes for both of us...that we can rip off each other later."

Just as Jaya heard the sound of her front door being broken in, she was suddenly on a balcony somewhere downtown in the city. She quickly backed off of it into whatever building it was attached to, but noticed she was now wearing a nice silk blouse and a loose linen skirt. She also had the genie's bottle clutched in her hand, and that reminded her to look around for the genie.

The genie was..."posed" was the only word that came to mind...on the balcony. She leaned back against the railing, her blonde hair draped down over the edge, a sparse diamond shaped halter barely doing the job of containing her chest. She had a thin, modern style gold belt holding up a black skirt slit dangerously high, showing off most of the legs she had crossed in front of her. On her feet were killer heels, in the sense that they had an equal chance of killing anyone who tried to walk in them or used the spike back as a weapon. Of course when the genie straightened up and began walking toward her she didn't have any trouble at all.

"So do you want me to rip your clothes off now, mistress, or is 'later' more in the future?" the genie asked with a smile.

"Oh, um, no, I thought it had to be sexual for the wish...I mean if you have to for the wish then...God I'm stammering. I wish...no, shit."

Jaya sighed and collapsed to the floor, which was covered with a very thick off-white carpet. Genie was there in a moment, rubbing Jaya's back gently. The gentle touch broke something in Jaya. She was suddenly sobbing into the genie's shoulder. She wanted to stop but she lacked the energy all of a sudden. The girl enveloped her in a hug and just let her cry.

* * * * *

Jaya woke curled up next to the genie, resting her head on the genie's breast. The genie's halter was gone, leaving only the dangerous skirt, and even in Jaya's distressed and exhausted state she had to admit the girl's body turned her on a bit. She'd cried for probably two hours off and on, and then napped in the genie's embrace.

"I looked up the answer to your question," she finally said.

"Which question, Mistress?" genie asked.

"The year. This will probably be tough for you to hear, are you sure you want the answer?" Jaya asked.

"I want to hear it if you wish to tell me, Mistress."

"You said Kosrau the First was king when you were last out of your bottle?" Jaya asked.

"Kosrau...the First, Mistress? Yes, he was ruling," the genie said hesitantly.

"Yes, there was at least one more after him. But that was almost fifteen hundred years ago. One thousand five hundred. You've been in your bottle...for a very long time."

The genie didn't say anything in response for some time so Jaya looked up. She was blinking rapidly, and Jaya thought she saw a tear. Jaya felt bad about the genie's reactions.

She slid up and began kissing her. Lightly at first, small pecks, then more intentional kisses with closed mouths. She felt the genie respond after a while.

"I want to thank you for putting up with me," Jaya said as she let one of her hands trail up to the genie's breast and start fondling it.

"Mistress, you-"

"Shhh," Jaya said, "I'm going to get you off. I haven't done it much, but I know the basics. Just don't expect miracles. Also, you should do that thing where you read my mind and get some more information about modern society."

"That...mmmm," the genie paused as Jaya began nibbling and kissing her neck, "Mistress that only works when you orgasm, not me."

"I know," Jaya said and moved up to nibble at her earlobe.

She shifted her body so she lay between the genie's legs and began fondling both of her breasts at the same time. Then she whispered in her ear, "I want to cum when you cum. That's a wish."

The genie groaned, either at the implication or at what Jaya did to her breasts. Jaya spent more time aggressively licking and sucking on the genie's neck while her hands closed in on the genie's nipples, pinching and twisting. In the office the genie seemed to prefer more force, so Jaya pinched hard on her nipples. The genie groaned and began bucking her hips up into Jaya, who countered with her own weight. She wasn't sure if any significant contact was made, but just for the moment Jaya reveled in the need the genie was expressing; the desire for Jaya to please her.

Jaya spent more time playing with the genie's amazing tits (they only fell slightly to the sides while she was on her back, even though they had to be real) but soon her lover started begging.

"Please mistress," she gasped out, "please."

"Do you want something from me?" Jaya teased.

"I need your tongue. I need it on me, I need it in me!"

Jaya trailed her tongue down the center of the genie's torso much like the genie had done to her weeks ago. She felt her lover's muscles tense under her tongue and idly wondered how strong the genie actually was; she'd manhandled Jaya a few different ways recently. Was that part of her magic or was her actual body that strong?

Her musing stopped when she reached the genie's pubic area. There was no hair there to work around but Jaya still licked around in lazy swirls, teasing the girl horribly as she slowly descended to her slit. The genie's legs were spread so wide at this point she was nearly doing a split, and Jaya could see everything; the swollen outer lips, her inner labia slightly pushing through, and a coat of wetness all around her crotch. Jaya felt a slight thrill at that; she had only ever taken two women to her bed, both one-time deals, and she'd been multiple shots deep both times, as had her lovers. She recalled having a good time, but now that she was sober and facing the possibility, she wondered if she even knew how to get another woman off.

"Please mistress," the genie called out, "only you can make me cum. Use your tongue."

"I don't know much," Jaya warned.

"I will help you then," the genie said.

Her hand settled on the back of Jaya's head. She didn't push or force Jaya, but exerted gentle pressure to guide Jaya's head. She started with the genie's outer lips, licking and sucking back and forth while letting her tongue dip in, particularly near the top. The hand on her head guided her around and eventually deeper into the wet slit and the hole inside. Soon Jaya's whole mouth locked on the genie's pussy, her tongue thrusting into the tunnel like a small cock. The genie's hips trembled and bucked as she cried out for Jaya to keep going. Jaya could feel the nub of her clitoris rubbing on her upper lip as the girl thrust. She wanted to suck and lick it, but the genie's hand was telling her to stay put.

Too late, she remembered her wish.

The genie tensed up and moaned loudly, but Jaya nearly screamed. Her pussy had gone from 10 or 20 to 1000 in one second, and she practically jumped onto the bed as her body spasmed from the intense and sudden burst of pleasure. As she regained her senses she cursed. For some reason she thought she'd experience a build-up with her lover, but then she remembered; she'd only wished to cum at the same time. As she shuddered from the aftershocks on the bed, she felt the genie's breasts press into her back and the rest of her body snuggle in as the "big spoon."

"I apologize Mistress," the genie said, "I wasn't thinking."

"No, it was my fault. You don't try to twist my wishes, but I need to remember to be specific."

"Twisting wishes was for trap genies," the genie said.

"Trap genies?"

"Some vindictive or evil magicians would create genies like you are thinking of, who would intentionally interpret wishes in harmful ways. They would be given as gifts to rivals or enemies. At first they seemed like generous offerings, but once the receiver used them, their true nature was revealed. I think that may be why genies were not made as time went by; few trusted that a genie given was genuine, and the only way to be sure was to accept being a master, by which point it was too late. My last master never really...believed in me."

Jaya wasn't a psychologist, especially not in the subject of millenia-old magical creatures, but she thought she recognized hurt. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"He...he wished for me to do...extreme things. He almost never lay with me, but he would use me as entertainment for his guests. Since I could endure anything, he cultivated a following of true deviants. I was regularly put on display, chained up, wounded, that sort of thing. I can only recall one or two wishes he ever made, and most of them were around making sure I would be capable of performing and enjoying whatever activity he or his followers thought up."

"Is...um...I noticed you liked it kind of rough," Jaya said, "Is that because..."

"Yes Mistress. Eventually he wished it so I would be more responsive to pain and torture. I can still be aroused and climax with more mundane attention, as you saw, but I respond even more to...very rough treatment."

"Do...do you like that?" Jaya asked.

"Of course, Mistress."

Jaya turned around. "I mean do you like it? I saw you in the museum. You went along with what I did to Lincoln. God I'm so...that was so wrong. And you didn't want to do it, I could tell."

Tears formed in the genie's eyes and she pulled her arms back to bury her face in them. Jaya came forward and held her.

"I am ashamed Mistress. I should not question your wishes or your commands. I am a failed servant."

Jaya hugged her tighter and rubbed her back gently. "Stop it," Jaya said, "You're still a person. You have feelings and opinions. God, you probably have more informed opinions than anyone I know. You've got...centuries of experience. You're bound to have preferences."

They stayed locked in an embrace for a few minutes as the genie calmed down. She finally looked up at Jaya and she felt a little bit of jealousy; the genie's "cried out" face still made her look hot, like a sultry woman who desperately needed comfort.

"I am so sorry, mistress-"

"Stop apologizing," Jaya said, "Tell me honestly what bothered you about the wishes. I think I know, but tell me anyway."

"They...they reminded me of the crueler masters I'd had, who would make others perform for them or make them do things they didn't enjoy. I...you are so different, and no woman has ever been my master before. I believed you would be different. But then you locked me away, and the first time you brought me out you were angry and made me entrap that man for you. I thought..."

"I get it," Jaya said, pulling her close again, "I'm sorry. I've been a mess the past few days...weeks actually."

"I have a better idea why now, mistress. I...well obviously I did not know the date and the fact that genies are complete fantasy now. I...um...I read you a bit during that last-"

"It's okay," Jaya assured her, "I told you to, didn't I?"

"Yes mistress. I can tell you some of the worries you have are unfounded; I will not intentionally misinterpret your wish and they are not limited. However...I may make some mistakes because I do not know how you think. I am familiar with the assumptions and thought processes of Middle Eastern nobles from 1500 years ago. I am less certain of norms and assumptions here. I apologize if I sometimes get it wrong."

"Yeah, I wish...dammit," Jaya said, putting her fist to her mouth in frustration.

"I am sorry mistress. I know you idly say 'I wish' a lot. If you like, I can check with you to confirm if what you're saying is actually a wish for me or just idly talking."

"But what if I'm in a hurry, like with the police or...well...if I'm in the middle of something. It would kind of ruin the mood wouldn't it?"

"Are you planning to actually use wishes for more sex, mistress?" the genie asked, sounding kind of excited at the idea.

"I don't know!" Jaya said, "My mind's still messed up from two weeks of booze and coffee and no sleep. Plus I was just chased out of my apartment by police! Oh and magical sex genie!? I guess...can't you just interpret sometimes? Guess if I mean make the wish happen right away or ask about it?"

"I...Mistress...no master has ever put that much trust in their genie. They would consider it too dangerous," the genie said.

"Well...I'm trusting you," Jaya said, "I have to...you're all I've got."

* * * * *

It wasn't too much trouble to figure out that they were in a suite at the Waldorf Astoria downtown; it was embossed on nearly every piece of fabric in the room and plastered at the top of every piece of paper. Jaya was surprised, though, when she found a keycard to the room; genie informed her they had a legitimate reservation for that day and night, though it was anonymous and they had "paid with cash."