Early Birds

The genie had been practically dancing from the moment they left Santa Croce. Simon had to push to keep pace as Jessica remained clasped onto his hand, skipping and hopping ahead of him.

Yes, his first friend and the love of his life was a genie. Bound to him to grant any wish he could ever desire.

The Popular Queen of Eastlake Highschool now happily laughing with a feeling of being liberated by something that shackled her. The irony was evident to her Master.

Jessica Edwards was his and his alone. She offered him everything he ever wanted, anything he ever desired.

Hearing those words from the girl and now the woman he had only ever wanted was just gravy to Simon. An unexpected bonus. In truth, he wasn’t exactly sure how much he wanted to make the world as he wanted it. Jessica’s declaration and request had shocked him, and he felt undeserving of such things.

But she had insisted, she wanted him to become the man and the Master she desired for herself. Something only he could genuinely ever be for her. Who was he to refuse such a request?

“Master!” the cheerleader called out with a laugh.

Simon didn’t stop in time as she spun around, grabbing the front of him in another tight and nuzzling hug, giggling non-stop as she rubbed against him.

“Master,” she purred happily after failing to have him run over her, “My Simon, My Master!”

He blushed but smiled warmly while his hand gave approving strokes to her thong-covered ass. The genie giggled as she went on ahead again and dragged him across the bridge and back towards the gardens where they started. Her blonde hair bounced with her skirt once more, happily humming a tune as she embraced her newfound reserves of energy.

“Jess, can I ask you something?”

She looked back attentively and curiously,

“Of course, Master!”

He smiled at her as he watched her, “Do you think being a cheerleader still appeals to you?”

The young man stopped and rephrased the question as he caught sight of the confusion on her face, “Like, do you know why you like being a cheerleader, besides the fact it made you popular? I know how much you enjoy it, so I’m curious. Given the fact, you know who and what you are. I don’t know if that’s messing with how you felt or thought about it. You always enjoyed it, right?”

The blonde paused, her eyes looking up in thought. Her voice became softer as she considered things as they were.

“Well, I joined because Sammy joined, so she dragged me into it at the start of it, but I really took to it. It was just something about the acrobatics, the dance moves, and the cheering out encouragement to people that I really liked. I know it’s performing for people, but I always kind of enjoyed it.”

She blushed and became self-conscious, looking worriedly at her Master, “Th-That’s not wrong, is it?”

He had to let out a bit of a laugh at her reaction to the question. Simon only shook his head and smiled back at her.

“C’mon, Jess. I know how much you love dancing! You wouldn’t have become the Head Cheerleader just because everyone made you, so I figured that made sense.”

The genie smiled at his approval, running back up to him, then looking away embarrassed with a blush, “Then maybe...maybe I could perform for you! Would you like that, Master?”

Simon felt his face get warm at the thought of Jessica bouncing and waving her pom-poms in her uniform in his room. That same smile and happy face he’d photographed cheering at the crowds in the stands on Friday nights.

Except it would be a private affair all to himself.

He laughed again as he blushed, “I thought you said I couldn’t make a perverted version of your cheerleader uniform.”

The genie scoffed and rolled her eyes, her arms folded behind her back, “C’mon Master, you could probably make me dozens of them if you wanted to.”

“Just off the top of my head maybe, yeah. Sure…”

Jessica laughed as the thought escaped his head. Her golden choker necklace and emerald glistened on her neck in the sun.

“You know you don’t have to perform for me if you don’t want to, Jess.”

She groaned and slumped her shoulders as she looked up at him with a pout, stomping her feet petulantly.

“You’re my Master. You’re the only one that I would want to…” she scolded.

“Please Simon, be a Good Master! You promised!”

He laughed nervously again at her protest, a blush appearing on his face.

Be a Good Master for the genie he loved. She wanted him to embrace his more authoritative side, to be in control.

The young man paused, a frown appearing as he allowed himself to hesitate one last time for her sake.

Once he let it out, Simon knew that side of him would stay out until he found a balance.

“Jess, if I do this. There’s no going back from here. Are you sure…”

“Simon,” her voice interrupted sternly, and increasingly aggressive, her body language poised as the frown on her face turned into a warm, encouraging smile as he faced her.

“I’m not going to repeat it. This is what I want. For both of us. I’m going to hold you to this, Master.”

The young man sighed and then took a deep breath, “I just needed to make sure you knew what that meant.”

Well, there was no time to start like the present.

The young man walked up to the blonde without warning. His hand pressed her against him from behind her back; her emerald green eyes now stared up at him, confused.

“Okay, let’s start with something easy. Do you think you’ve been a good genie today, Jess?”

The question immediately turned the young woman’s face bright red, her vision beginning to fog as she bit her lip nervously. The genie turned her head from her Master as she gave it some serious thought. She then buried her head into his shirt and nodded slowly to avoid showing her face.

The young man smirked as he let out a teasing tone, snaking his hand to reach and stroke her ass gently underneath her skirt again.

“I can’t hear you, Jessica.”

She muffled her response against his shirt as he called out her name again, “Jeeesssss~.”

Her head popped out from his shirt, looking flustered as her eyes remained childishly wide and her voice finally speaking in a seething annoyance through her teeth.

“Yes, Master. I have been a good genie!”

Simon chuckled as he felt his face feel warmer but not allowing himself to push on the brakes. His genie didn’t want him to do that anymore, even if she wanted to get still used to it.

“Good genies get rewarded, don’t they? Would you like a reward, Jess?”

“Re-Reward!?!”

Her head shrunk back into his shirt as she clung to him, feeling warmer and warmer. Simon could feel her legs begin to squirm and ass tighten in his hand. Jessica now comprehending the words said to her. Her body suddenly released all the tension inside of it.

When the genie returned to looking at him again, her face was one of nervous and apparent lust, her face eager as she continued abusing her lip by biting on it.

“Y-Yes, yes, Master,” her voice quivered softly in excitement.

There was no question she could feel the bulge in his pants against her as he smiled deviously to her now with a husk in his lowered voice.

“What would you like?”

Her poor emerald eyes darted back and forth as she registered the fact she had a choice of what she could pick. She could want for anything, and he would grant it, anything at all.

“Your cock, Master? May I have your cock?”

Fuck. The genie sounded so eager, so wanting. The young man felt his mind going dark with various impulses as he looked at her.

Protect what’s yours. Take what’s yours.

She. Is. Yours.

“… don’t hold yourself back because you’re afraid of what you might do….”

She didn’t want him to be afraid of himself anymore; Jessica didn’t want him to hold back on her account; he didn’t need to hide anything from the blonde.

Simon grabbed his genie’s hand and began leading her into a private and out-of-the-way part of the gardens. Up the large hills and past various sculptures and plants until the two of them became safely hidden in the corner of some hedges.

“…use that side of yourself-the one that you suppress….”

All his life, Simon Harris had been **** to bottle stuff down until it boiled over or erupted into a meltdown. Deep down, he had to suffer and watch as the world made him repress things, to hold back how he truly felt.

Even the most gentle souls could be **** into conflict, and one didn’t have to be a soldier or fight a war. Sometimes the battle was living one day to the next.

Jessica looked up at him, no longer hiding herself, no longer lost to him, but it was far more than that.

Kevin had referred to himself and Simon as Frankenstein’s Monsters, with the blonde cheerleader as the proverbial creator.

To an extent, that wasn’t correct, but it wasn’t entirely wrong, either.

“…to make sure you know what you are truly capable of….”

Jess, HIS Jess, saw Simon as more than he was. But, in the same way, he had always known she was more than she had been.

And she knew what lurked in him-and liked it.

“I belong to you. No one else.”

He was hearing her say that again. His mind was replaying the memory of her voice saying it to him over and over again. The auburn-haired boy would make damn sure it stayed that way.

I belong to you. I’ve ALWAYS BELONGED TO YOU.

There were no take-backs. If Jessica wanted to belong to him, then she would, Simon resolved, only him.

Judging from the genie, as her eyes stared into him, that was what she wanted, as well—her voice echoing out unintentionally toward him.

Simon snapped his focus away as he listened to the voice inside Jessica’s mind directed at him, lost in a haze of arousal that she still had built up. Now more powerful as his emotions during the whole moment had bombarded into the genie.

An addiction for which there was no chance of recovery, nor want of abstinence.

Even more surprising for the teenage male was the voice inside Jessica’s head wasn’t just hers. It was the voice of something she was imagining. It sounded like…

Him.

Simon’s eyes widened as he attempted to listen in, almost like a door blocking the sound of the imaginary voices his genie conjured up as she spoke.

One phrase got through, though.

My love.

The auburn-haired boy’s eyebrow immediately cocked upward. My love? Seriously? It kind of sounded corny, in a cheesy way. Did Jess imagine him saying something like that?

The young man smirked—only one way to be sure.

“Jess?”

The genie attempted to snap her thoughts away to focus on him, Simon smiling as he decided to trace a finger across her jawline while the blonde bombshell tried to cling to his body again. He pressed his fingers against the front fabric of her thong, then spoke softly to her.

“Do you really want my cock, my love?”

Jessica’s emerald eyes suddenly snapped wide as she now seemed utterly entranced by the young man, her mind screaming out in utter excitement. Simon’s fingers were suddenly feeling the thong dampen in moments.

The poor aroused genie suddenly melted into him as she let out a moan, “Yessssss….”

Simon’s own arousal went through the roof, and he decided to continue to press the envelope and break the restrictions to their relationship. He held out his arm,

“Give me your bag.”

Without hesitation, the blonde bombshell turned over her backpack to him, and he walked to the back of their private corner. He turned around, placed both their bags down in the grass. The young man looked to his genie again, standing, waiting, staring at her Master with a face clouded in absolute arousal, flushed with color.

He eyed her standing there in her cute sweater, her black skirt that swayed and bounced as she walked.

“Strip for me, my love.”

The genie didn’t even hesitate a second. Those hourglass hips jutted out to Jessica’s right as the bombshell crossed her arms together and pulled up the bottom of the genie’s sweater. The green fabric pulled from her head and thrown to the ground once more at his feet. The aroused blonde smiling as she let the skirt unhook and fall freely as she danced it away by swaying her hips. The black clothing article merely dropped to her feet as she posed herself for her Master in her red bra and thong. Her fingers pulled her bra straps loose as she snaked her arms above her blonde head.

Jessica stopped, leaving her Master confused as her Emerald Green eyes fluttered open and looked to him.

“Did you not want to photograph me for your collection, Master?”

The auburn-haired boy was going to need to get better pants. The young man grunted as the bulge tightened the fabric against his groin again.

The Master wanted his genie badly now. Simon nearly growling out her name as he decided to stake his claim to her even more than ever,

“Jessica.”

Her eyes fogged over under his glare as he said the words.

“I wish for you to be no longer capable of being physically aroused by any man other than myself.”

The genie gasped and arched her back as she let out a moan, her knees buckled, a hand entered the front of the sheer red fabric of her thong, eyes rolling back into her head.

Physical attraction was the biological impulse for which all possible relationships began. It was hard for any male to resist that attraction to Jessica. Simon understood that all too well for himself.

But no one else would get the chance to try with her again.

This was a wish that could be considered over the line. One that directly changed Jessica, herself, in a way that she’d know what the ramifications were...

“Simon. Holy fuck…”

“That feels so fucking good, Master!” the genie moaned and gasped out with a bit of a delighted laugh.

She wasn’t angry.

He had taken away her ability to feel arousal for any other male. The consequences of that were yet to reveal themselves - but Simon knew he possessed her now in a way no one else ever could.

“No one else, my love.”

Okay, the phrase was starting to grow on him a little bit. It still would take time to get used to, though. It felt a little over the top.

Then again, a lot of things were going to start being over the top.

They needed to prepare for what would greet them at school. Simon knew he should’ve paid more attention to the alerts from the Amulet’s app. The thing had gone off all night since the shower. Kevin made clear he was just getting started.

It blared and vibrated in his pocket once more and again. Loudly.

He should take a moment to read over all the changes, know what he was getting into with his friend.

“Master…”

Being with his beloved half-naked genie took all priority for Simon, however.

The young man patted the grass in-between his legs and motioned to the increasingly aroused blonde who dropped to her knees and crawled to him. She looked down at his pelvis, then nervously looked back behind them to make sure no one was watching them.

Simon reached out with his left arm and guided her face back to his with the palm of his hand. His fingers rested under her chin. That same warm smile he always felt toward seeing Jessica’s face graced his features.

The genie’s eyes remained in their fogged-over state as he leaned over to whisper in her ear once more.

“You are not nothing,” he declared to her. “Call yourself my queen, my girlfriend, my beloved, my **** even, but you will NEVER be nothing.”

Simon would not hear of it from her. He would not go through the tears or the agony of having her suffer from such statements. Never again.

“And to me, you are everything, do you understand, Jess?”

The half-naked cheerleader stared up at him, silently entranced by him. Simon saw her face trying to process what was happening.

Then the blonde girl suddenly shot up and kissed him without warning. The boy felt her hands wrap around his neck; fingers gripped to the back of his auburn-haired head as she drew his tongue into her mouth. The taste of gelato still lingered inside.

She pulled away slowly from him and allowed him to take a breath as her voice remained breathless.

“Yes, I understand….”

"Yes I understand what?" Simon pushed.

"Yes, I... I understand Master"

The young man smiled, “Good.”

“Now, where would you like my cock, my love?”

Jessica pulled at her lower lip with her finger as she put more thought into her request for her reward.

Then the genie smiled and let out a not-so-innocent giggle.

Sam felt flushed even after entering the grounds of the high school. The redhead felt the heat in her face when she drove to the student lot. She felt flustered in the shower, and she felt flushed when she woke up that morning.

“I’m going to kill those two when I see them,” the teenager resolved.

Her brother and best friend had tried their best to sneak themselves out of the house that morning. They even had left freshly brewed coffee for her. However, she had still been very much half-asleep when they left. What she didn't understand though was that her brother’s car was still parked in the garage, so where had they gone?

Well, whatever the case, Sam was relieved to have the house to herself that morning, given the way she had woken up. If her parents had found her in the state she was in; there wouldn’t be any end to it. Thank god they were still out of town for the moment.

Her breasts had been pressed against her mattress with a hand plunged, holding a sex-toy against her stained snatch, ass upward. The redhead had growled and blushed when she'd caught sight of herself in the mirror, the sweat she had worked up that night from talking to her brother and best friend.

Her Brother and Best Friend were dating.

God help us, she thought of the idea of them together.

Apart they were easier to manage, but together? Sam shook her thoughts loose as she walked into school and to the familiar sight of her locker. She had beaten all her friends here today to get a jump start on some last-minute project work.

The minute Samantha Harris walked into the building, however, something felt…off….

How many female teachers did she have again?

Her green-blue eyes scanned the hallways as several groups of students seemed to be acting and behaving normally, but there seemed to be something different. The varsity senior couldn’t put her finger on what it was, though.

Miss Fletcher seemed to have exchanged outfits as the Drama teacher. That was new. She looked more ready to help a magic act or perform a stage show herself than those usual outfits from the sixties that wore. Sam remembered Fletcher’s auburn hair was long and wavy as that before this, right?

For some reason, Sam could always picture her hair as if one of the woman’s long nails made contact with a live electrical outlet.

The redhead raised an eyebrow and turned her eye back to her locker. As much as that had been another surprise, the real teacher turning heads was her old coach on the cheerleader squad.

No one else seemed shocked that Miss Peralez looked the way she did. Sure she had always instructed a certain way that brought attention to the cheerleaders, but that gold cocktail dress had to be some sort of dress code violation in any other environment.

“You’re here awfully early, aren’t you?” a voice snapped Sam from her shock.

Her self-defense mode kicked in and she shifted her stance to the person that snuck up behind her. She grabbed the collar of their shirt forcefully. Her victim slammed their back into the lockers next to hers as her vest flared outward.

“Whoa! Whoa! I come in peace!” Kevin exclaimed with a smile on his face.

Sam tightened her grip on his shirt as she smirked and let out a snort, “Likely story, dumbass.”

Kevin kept his eyes unusually focused on her, his demeanor more relaxed and confident than it had been in previous instances. In any case, Sam decided to let go and spare him the punch to his face, for now.

Simon’s sister didn’t, however, let him off the hook. Instead, delivering a jab to his ribs as the young man winced and seethed in pain.

“Ow!” her brother’s friend protested, suddenly more upset being caught off-guard than the actual jab, “The fuck was that for, Sam?”

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t do anything wrong, Kev, Come on!” Sam rolled her eyes and jabbed a finger into Kevin’s chest, “Jess told me you tried to steal from her on her birthday! You’re lucky Simon bailed you out.”

The Harris sister stopped pressing as she felt something underneath the young man’s shirt,

“What’s that?”

Kevin smirked as he looked down at himself, “C’mon Sam, you haven’t noticed my chest before?”

The redhead rolled her green-blue eyes again out of annoyance as she pressed again, “Not that, Kevin. That.”

She flicked her nails against the metal underneath his shirt. The young woman had to give the nerd credit. He did seem to have worked out a bit more of late. That growth spurt was more noticeable than it had been previously. Felt like only yesterday that she had been taller than him when arguing in Cooper’s class.

Little did Sam know that it did happen yesterday. However, she remained skeptical, her opinion of the young man unchanged.

Kevin smirked and looked at her intensely. The red-haired teen was raising an eyebrow skeptically as he continued to stare with that same intensity until she had enough of it. Finally, the young woman sighed as she flicked him in the middle of the forehead with her finger.

“Cut that out.”

He muttered, annoyed under his breath, Sam becoming more confused by it as she swore Kevin said her brother’s name.

The young woman kept her eyebrow raised and expected an answer from him. Instead, her arms becoming crossed in front of her v-neck teal shirt and open-zipper tan vest.

Kevin seemed to be in a notably happier mood than he had been whenever she saw him in school. Whatever made him throw a minor internal hissy-fit seemed to pass quickly.

“Just a good luck charm I picked up, Red. That’s all.”

He leaned against the back of the locker, crossing his own arms, then opened himself up with a smirk, “So Sam, notice anything new about me?”

The redhead paused and remained skeptical.

Something was different about Kevin, but she couldn’t exactly put her finger on what it was. He was wearing the same clothes, same glasses, and the added reminder of his height made her feel annoyed. Also, the shirt was tighter on him than usual. So he had been working out recently.

“What, another growth spurt?” she scoffed.

Kevin let out a chuckle, one that made Sam feel uneasy. There had been a lot of stuff not adding up to her lately.

“Yeah,” the nerd said with a sigh, “There’s that, but anything else?”

He flexed his arm to show the tightness of his shirt sleeve around his muscle, an invitation for the red-haired teen to feel his biceps and triceps. Instead, Sam reached out and squeezed down on his upper arm with her fingers.

She smirked and pulled away.

“Not bad. Surprised you actually found time to work out given how skinny you were before.”

“Ha. Ha,” the formerly-pasty-skinned nerd replied as he lowered his arm, “Tell me something I don’t know. Where’s Simon? His text seemed like he was taking the morning off.”

Simon.

Sam growled her brother’s name internally as she clenched her fist, and her face smirked in annoyance.

“His ass better show up today, or I’m going to kill him.”

Kevin snickered at her reaction, “What’s got your panties so in a bunch….”

Her eyes locked onto him as a smile suddenly graced the redhead’s features. She was inviting him to repeat the same line if he dared. Kevin’s height and new muscle mass didn’t make a difference to her at that moment. Within seconds, he was cowering under her quickly as always.

“Not what I meant! Don’t hit me again! Fuck!”

Sam sighed again and rolled her eyes. Her shoulder slumped as she propped herself against her own locker and opened her phone to see her messages.

“Well, you’re probably going to find out sooner rather than later, Kev. But Simon has himself a new girlfriend!”

She poisoned the sweetness in her tone with sarcasm to let the young man know she was still quite aggravated.

They hadn't even told her where they were going. Jessica hadn’t spammed her phone for help or advice at all. There were not even the same bragging texts when she had gone to a party or location and invited the redhead to join her.

Simon was also radio silent, but he texted Kevin? What was their deal?

Kevin, for his part, raised an eyebrow curiously, “Oh? What? Did Simon finally grow some balls after that fight and ask the Queen Bitch out or something?”

Sam went silent, glaring at him. At least Kevin was still here in front of her to be a reliable punching bag. No one would give a crap about him getting beat down by the red-haired athlete. She held out her fist as Kevin’s voice changed.

“No fucking way. HE DID? Hot damn. Huh... I guess she couldn't say... uh... no... No wonder you’re so pissed!”

Kevin seemed to delight in that fact, almost satisfied with something in saying that, “He’s going to fuck up everything dating Jessica. But, hell, what would even compel her to actually want to go on a date with him? Didn’t you always have to keep her from having the team beat him up thinking he was stalking her?”

Sam growled as the nerd badmouthed her best friend. She cut him some, SOME slack, for being her brother’s friend, but that wasn’t enough to overcome what happened with Jess.

She tried to punch again, but this time greeted with his hand clenching down on her fist.

“No more of that now, Sam,” he growled as his breath suddenly touched her face.

The redhead’s eyes widened as she stomped on the young man’s toes and pushed back in protest—another annoyed groan as she rubbed her hand.

“I wish I knew what is with everyone, lately!” the young woman seethed.

Further annoyed, the teenager began to spat out at her brother’s friend, “Yes! My brother is out dating Jessica Edwards! There! Happy? And everyone will freak out about it even though they shouldn’t!”

Kevin seemed to laugh in utter disbelief, “The Queen of the School is dating a social outcast after kicking her boyfriend’s ass? It sounds more like something’s wrong with Jessica than Simon. Don’t you think so? What kind of girl does that?”

“Don’t insinuate my friend being a whore, asshole.”

The young man walked over and leaned next to the redhead, his face leaning in as he held out his arms, Sam’s personal space breached once more.

“C’mon Sam, how am I wrong? You know better than anyone. But doesn’t it get on your nerves? Jessica getting all the attention, as usual? Torturing your brother? Wouldn’t it be better for her to at least have a taste of her own medicine for a change?”

Sam sighed, “I’m not going to dignify whether I think you’re right or wrong."

There was a beat of seething silence.

“Why don’t we go out on a date, Sam? Just to piss them both off? It’ll be fun. Mini-Golf, Game Night, Victory in my room?”

The girl let out a cackle as she shook her head, "Ugh, no fucking way! That place needs an exorcism!”

She shook her head, “You'd have a better shot at getting Cooper to teach a class about BDSM!”

The young man grinned darkly and chuckled. He watched as Sam adjusted her hair and shook her head. Her finger then teasingly poked the metal charm under his shirt again.

“I’ll let you off easy this time, Kev. But, tell you what, if you can convince Tiffany to apologize to Jess, I MIGHT consider it! The girl has lost her fucking mind since the fight. I wish she’d give it a rest. You’d sooner get your eyes clawed out if you tried. I’ll see you in class, so don’t get detention this time, buddy boy.”

Hogs had a better chance at flight school.

The young woman strolled away to work on her project, her attention turned back to the classmates and teachers that walked around her. Then, the redhead had an idea and opened her phone to Tiffany’s last post.

Her brother’s friend still had some uses.

Sam didn’t see the dark grin spread on Kevin’s lips as she once again left him in the dust.