Coven of Lust
Monday, January 19th -- South Hill, Washington
"So this is the wife?" Britney asked when she opened the door of Kyle's car.
"Yeah. Aaliyah, this is my best friend, Britney."
The Genie smiled, turning around and extending her hand into the rear seats where Britney squeezed in next to Chyna. Fatima was on the other side, crushed against the door. It was tight having three people in the back seat, and Fatima didn't seem pleased about the arrangement--Aaliyah had taken the front seat, claiming her rights as Kyle's little sister. Britney stared at the hand for a moment then took it.
"You are the cause behind everything that has happened?" Britney asked.
"I am," she answered with a smile.
Then Britney sniffed deeply then glanced at Chyna. "Is she a wife, too?"
"No. Concubine." Kyle answered.
His friend just nodded, her eyes unreadable behind her thick glasses. "And you still intend to keep dating Christy?"
Kyle thought Britney was taking this very well. She was a very placid, young woman, the type that preferred to go with the flow so long as that left her undisturbed to study. This morning, before they left for school, he had wished that everyone except Christy, Britney, and Fumi would accept Kyle's relationships with Aaliyah, Fatima, and Chyna as the most natural things in the world. He could have included those three, but he just didn't feel right messing with the minds of the two women he loved and his best friend.
"I am," Kyle answered her question. "I love Christy as much as Aaliyah."
"And me," chirped Fatima. "Right, big bro? Or were you lying about that as I sucked your cock."
"Kyle winced. He wanted to ease in Christy and Britney on the whole fucking his sister part. The rest of the world would find it acceptable, and he could only hope that his friend and girlfriend would be as understanding. It was a long shot.
Britney nodded, completely nonplussed. "I had sensed it on Friday. So three loves, Kyle?"
"Four!" giggled his sister. "He's sweet on this Japanese chick. They had a date on Saturday. She's so sexy!"
Kyle flushed, and glanced back at his friend.
"You should dump Christy," Britney declared. "She is wrong for you. You have these other women. Why do you need her?"
"Have you ever been in love, Britney?"
"No. I have yet to meet the right one."
He sighed, "Then how can I explain it to you?"
"You have a point. But that does not change facts. Christy will break your heart."
Fatima laughed. "No she wouldn't. She's in love with Kyle."
"Yeah!" Chyna added. "She didn't have a problem with us. Master even shared me with her on Friday."
"Fine. Just be careful, Kyle. Trust me."
Kyle frowned, wandering just why Britney didn't like Christy. He liked his friend, but if she kept acting like this, there would be problems. As much as he liked Britney, he loved Christy, and he would choose his girlfriend over his best friend any day of the week. He opened his mouth, wanting to get to the root of her problem with Christy, but figured with the other women in the car he wouldn't pry it out of her.
Christy already waited at the school when Kyle pulled into his college's parking lot. He climbed out and her face lit and she took two steps towards him. Then she frowned as all the women piled out of his car. Kyle grabbed Aaliyah's hand and walked over to Christy.
Christy gave Aaliyah a single glance, her eyebrows tightened, then she took a deep breath. "Kyle, there's something I need..."
"Let me just talk first, okay," Kyle quickly said. "There's a secret I've been keeping from you the last few days that we need to talk about."
Fear paled Christy's face, her eyes flicking at Aaliyah.
"This is Aaliyah." Kyle's stomach roiled. He clenched his free hand and forced himself to say the next part: "She's a Genie."
His girlfriend blinked. "A what?"
"I'm a Djinn," Aaliyah answered. "I can grant limited wishes for Kyle."
Horror filled his girlfriend's eyes for a moment.
"There's more," Kyle continued. "When I freed Aaliyah from her bottle, I also entered into a marriage with her."
A strangled gasp escaped Christy's throat, then she froze. He reached out, squeezing her shoulder.
"I fell in love with her, too."
"Oh, Goddess," Christy gasped. "Oh, Goddess." Her breaths came in ragged pants, faster and faster while her face turned red.
"Breathe, Christy," Kyle said. She wasn't taking this as well as he hoped. "Calm down. I still love you. I just learned there's more room in my heart to love other people."
"W-what?"
"After Thursday, I was so relieved at how accepting you were of me and Chyna. And then on Friday, you even joined in." He stroked her face. "I love you, Christy. And I love Aaliyah. I don't want to give either of you up. I know this sounds selfish, but I love you both. I want to be with you both."
Christy looked at Kyle, then at Aaliyah. "I don't know..."
"I would be honored to share him with you," Aaliyah smiled. "He has a generous heart. There's enough love in there to encompass the both of us. And I hope we can become close as well."
"You mean..." A blush suffused his girlfriend's lips.
"Kyle tells me you're bisexual?" Fatima had explained the concept to Aaliyah last night.
Christy nodded.
"Well so am I. We can satisfy each other whenever Kyle is dallying with others."
"Others?" Christy asked.
"He is a great man with a powerful destiny," Aaliyah answered. "And great men have appetites that must be satiated. There will be other wives, and women like Chyna. His concubines."
"How many wives?"
"Four," Kyle answered. "Four women I love. And who I hope love me and can share me with each other."
"Are you Mormon, Kyle? Do you want to move to Utah, or something?"
Kyle knelt down and produced a ring that Aaliyah had conjured last night. The Genie and Fatima wore similar wedding rings. He took Christy's hand, and her expression became even more bewildered.
