Her little brothers, Jake and John [ Route]

"Jake?" You heard your brother say. He pushed the door open and poked his head in. "Mom and Candace are gone." You nodded, sitting up in bed. You had said you were sick, but that wasn't true. You were actually fine. In fact, you were more than fine. You were on a mission. You had to figure out what your sister was up to.

You hopped out of bed and stood in front of your door, gesturing to John. He threw open the door and walked inside. Any observer would have noticed immediately how you two looked exactly like each other- you both had brown hair and eyes and had a childlike, unimpressive build. Other then the fact that you were wearing pajamas you were on the verge of outgrowing and he was dressed in jeans and an oversized band t-shirt, you were both identical.

Not only did you two look alike, you also thought alike. And you both had noticed something was different about your sister, Candace. John had thought she looked taller and you had seen her struggling a bit more than usual to fit her shoes on. You knew they were a bit small, she had bought them exclusively because they were cute, not for any other reason. But they had fit her fairly well. The ordeal she had gone through on Sunday morning when she tried to put them on before you all went out for breakfast was definitely odd. Add in the conversation she had been having in her room, where she discussed some strange things but didn't seem to be on the phone and you were convinced something was up. As such, it was time to investigate.

You and John made your way to your sister's room and tried the door. Since she had long ago told you not to enter it, and you both had mostly obeyed, she never bothered to lock her door. So you entered easily and began investigating the room thoroughly. The room was mostly clean, the only mess being some dirty clothes around the corner of the bed, where they couldn't be seen from the door. "What are we looking for?" John asked as he knelt and looked under the bed. You began going through her drawers. "I don't know, something weird. Pills, maybe?"

"Do you really think **** could make someone grow enough that their shoes don't fit?"

You just shrugged. "Maybe she's been slowly growing for a while now, and we just didn't realize it."

John mimicked your shrug. "I guess that makes sense." He went back to looking under the bed. You tried the drawers, but you found nothing but clothes, some loose changes and her underwear drawer. You stopped when you saw those, inspecting one of the lacy panties your sister wore. Immediately, you felt yourself start to get aroused.

It was hard to tell, but yours was actually a blended family. Candace was your step-sister. So this wasn't as weird as it could be. In fact, had Candace not been your step-sister, it wouldn't have existed. But it did, and as such, you had a massive crush on her. You had never told her this, of course. So instead of moving on, you carefully touched the lacy fabric, feeling a tingle down near your waist.

"Hey Jake," John called, interrupting your reverie. You pulled your hand away, startled. "What?" You asked, turning around. John was pointing to an intricately carved wooden box, layered in clear lacquer that made it glitter. "What is that?" John reached out and touched the box. "I don't know, but- suddenly John jumped back. "What?" You demanded. "Is it booby-trapped?" John turned around and gave you a look. His face was pale, and he looked terrified. "It, talked." You rolled your eyes. "Don't quit your day job, Mr. Comedian."

Then you knelt and touched the box. "Before you move your hand," you heard a masculine voice say, "Say 'Zen, you can talk to both of us.'" You froze. "Zen, you can talk to both of us?" The voice replied, sounding a bit more confident now. "Alright, now open the box."

You looked back at John. He gave you a look of terror. "You heard it too?" You nodded, then opened the box before you could regret it. Suddenly, standing before you, hovering an inch or two above the box's velvet-lined interior was a handsome middle-aged man dressed like an executive with gold, penetrating eyes. "Hello, my young Master." The man said. "I was called Zen, and if it pleases you, you may address as that."

You scrambled away from the open box. "Do you see the floating man?" You asked John. He nodded. "Yep." Zen watched the two of you looking to the door, then sighed. "So, do you not want your wishes granted?" That stopped you cold. "Wait, are you a genie?" John asked. Zen laughed. "No. But I can grant your wishes. All you need do is control the box and say, 'I wish, followed by whatever you want." He snapped his fingers. "And presto-changeo, whatever you ask is my command."

The two of you looked back and forth at each other. Your brother gave you a look of shock. Then his eyes began to glitter and he smiled. "Really? Anything we wish for?" Zen spread his hands wide. "Anything. Wish to be Gods, and well, I might not be able to do that. But I can give you much. All the treasures of the world, power just shy of mine, the affection of your beloved, anything- it can all be yours. Just say the magic words."

You start nodding your head. "Alright, what's the catch?" Zen's expression shifted into fearful for a second, before he recomposed himself. "Uh, yes. There are two. Well, technically there are more, but only two are really relevant. The rest are restrictions on me. Firstly, I can only grant the wishes of the person who last controlled the box. Touching is a form of control, by the way. And secondly, I can only grant you one wish per day." John nodded. "Well that doesn't seem too bad." You rubbed your chin. "So does that mean if I let John touch the box after me, you could grant his wish next?"

Zen looked genuinely perplexed by that idea. "Well, yes. I guess you could." You nod. "We'll be right back, in that case." Then you stood and grabbed him. "Come on," you said, dragging him from the room. Once outside, John pried your hand off his wrist. "There was no need to drag me. So, what's the plan?" He was really in sync with you. "We need to coordinate our wishes," you told him. "So we can get the most bang for our buck."

John nodded his agreement. "Good idea. So, what do you want to wish for?" You go to open your mouth, and then, you stop. You genuinely have no idea. "I'm not sure," you finally conceded. John nodded. "How about we start small. Test out Zen's powers. That way we won't have to worry about messing up the world in the meantime."

Just then, you heard Zen say, "You know, gentlemen, I also have to obey the controller of the box." You turned to see him standing in the hallway. "You can talk in the room, just tell me not to hear." You thought about that. "Nah, it's fine. Maybe you can help us." Zen smiled broadly. "It would be my pleasure," he said, placing a hand on his heart. "Come in, young masters."

You two of you entered Candace's room and John closed the door behind him. After John did so, Zen paused by Candace's open underwear drawer. "She really is beautiful," he commented. "I'd have her myself, if I had my body back." That provoked a stab of jealousy. "Well you can't!" John and Zen both looked at you. "That's pretty bold, Master." Zen replied, his tone nonchalant. "But does she know that?"

You glance over at John. He nods. "That's our sister, you magical perv! If anyone is going to have her, it's Jake." You nod. "That's right." Then you realize what John said. "Wait, you know?" John shrugged. "Well, yeah. It was pretty obvious." You blushed bright red. You had no idea your crush was that obvious.

"Say," John said. "Why don't you just wish she was in love with you?" You rub your neck. "I don't know- I mean, that's a little wrong, isn't it? I wouldn't want something like that." John nodded. "Yeah, that's fair."

You both started thinking, but Zen cleared his throat. "Young Masters, if you want to win Candace's heart, then allow me to assist you. I am an expert in wooing women. I'll have her slobbering over you, Master Jacob, before she even knows what has happened to her. Alternatively, you could take the more," he paused, winking at you, "Direct route." You think about it. It's a hard decision.

You glance over at John, but he just shrugs. "Hey, you're the one who's into her. It's your decision." John then rubs his chin. Zen spoke up again. "Also, Master John, if you truly want to help your brother, perhaps you could make a wish on his behalf today- if he needs one. And tomorrow, he can extend you the same courtesy."

You looked over at John. "Sure, I guess that's fine. We don't have a limit on the number of wishes we can make, right?" Zen shook his head. "There is no limit to my powers, beyond what I already said." John then turned back to you. "So in that case, I'll support you, brother. But it's your decision to make."