Be a good son

“No,” he said firmly, stepping back, though her warmth lingered on his skin. “We shouldn’t do anything right now. It wouldn't be fair to leave mom sitting downstairs. She already ran over here to check on me.”

The girl pouted, her full lips pressing together in a mock disappointed expression before she sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I was hoping you’d say that so we could at least...”

“No,” Eli interrupted, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Alright, alright," she said with a smirk, clearly sensing his hesitation. "But if you change your mind…” She trailed off, her fingers tracing idle patterns on her bare thighs, giving him a hungry look that made his breath catch. He pointedly turned away from her and grabbed the last box.

She grabbed the the huge pile she had been stacking earlier, lifting the weight and balancing it effortlessly. They moved down the narrow attic stairs, the genie’s bare feet making no sound against the wooden steps, and walked past his impatient looking mother and toward the outside door.

As they the afternoon sun caught her hair, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the front porch, it suddenly occurred to Eli that the girl was still naked.

“Shit, what about people out here?” he asked, slightly panicked.

The genie adjusted her grip on the box, her breasts swaying slightly with each movement, and Eli couldn’t help but steal another glance at her perfect body. “Relax, 'bro,' no one is gonna give me a second look. Except for you. You can admire my body all you want.”

Eli’s face burned. A few people walk past, but true to what she had said, none so much as glanced their way.

“Hey mom!” she called out as we set the boxes on the curb, her voice loud and clear. “We’re done!”

Eli's mom locked the house up behind them, and the three of them made their way to her car. He settled into the backseat, the girl beside him, her legs crossed in a way that made it impossible for Eli not to notice the way her thighs pressed together or be drawn to the area between them. She made sure to pose to give him the best view, arching her back to thrust her bare tits toward hi, hard nipples leading the way.

“It's kind of awkward that you don't have a name,” he muttered, trying and failing to keep his gaze forward.

“That’s because you haven’t given me one yet, Master,” she replied with a smirk, her bright green eyes meeting his. She reached out and lighting rand one hand up and down his arm, while the other lightly played across her bar stomach.

“What kind of name do you want?” Eli asked, trying to ignore her.

“I don't get a say. Only you can choose. You’re my Master," she replied with a shake of her head, her curls bouncing slightly.

"I'm glad that's finally done with," his mom cut in from the front as she backed out, glancing at them through the rearview mirror, uncaring the her 'daughter' had begun to lighting run her hands sensually across her nude breasts. "Now I can contact the realtor."

"Hey, Mom," Eli said carefully, "what would you have named a daughter if you'd had one?"

"That's an odd question," his mother replied, not taking her eyes off the road. "I mean, if you had been a girl, Elly, obviously."

"Elly?" he said back incredulously.

"Yes yes, lazy naming, we know," she said, her voice implying this was a common point of discussion even though it was not. "

"Would you like to name me Elly?" the girl asked? "Maybe a bit confusing, but it's up to you, master."