Washed Up

Simon groaned as his phone vibrated again from another update by the amulet’s app. He had set it off on the sink in the master bathroom, so that it wouldn’t be as distracting.

He couldn't see the screen from here, but Kevin must’ve been going nuts with something after turning their Spanish Teacher and Jess’ Cheer Coach into his first toy.

Speaking of Jessica, Simon gazed down at the wet mess of blonde hair against his chest as the genie practically melted against him, moaning in his arms. His hands continued to hold onto the soap and suds covered sponge that scrubbed and washed her perfect ass clean.

“Aw, Jess,” he chuckled softly in her ear from behind, teasing her as she enjoyed doing to him repeatedly, “Are you still feeling sensitive from Saturday?”

The shower continued to run at full pressure, the mist and heat from the warm water fogging up the glass walls of the shower and mirrors in the bathroom. Jess tilted her head upwards so that her Emerald eyes could once again open, her lip trembling as she began to nod with her wet bangs covering her forehead.

“Mhmm”

She was being stubborn again, even in her aroused state. Something was telling Jessica to not fully allow herself to relax. Simon took the sponge from between her ass cheeks and began to wash it under the water and stroke it against his genie’s stomach soothingly.

“It’s okay, Jess. I’ve got you. Just let go.”

She grimaced and opened her eyes, “But I….”

“You’re safe, Jess. No one is after you, it’s just me. It’s okay to let me in.”

She let out a soft moan as he felt her muscles relax against him, leaning back even more than she had been before. Her face beginning to relax into a smile as she let the mask of the Queen fall away again.

This felt right. This was right.

He whispered in her ear again, “What do you want me to do, Jess?”

The genie’s eyes rolled back into her head as she weakly rubbed her left hand down his stomach, her mouth formed a playful smirk. Her voice was nervous, soft, and eager,

“I want, Master... please Master, wash my tits again….”

He smiled, his member stiffening against her skin from the sound of her voice. The young man’s right hand reached out for the bottle of body wash again, squirting a generous amount of it onto her breasts.

Jessica must’ve enjoyed it when he had pleasured her breasts that first night, because she seemed eager to have it happen again when they first walked into the shower. To the point she had already been rubbing and squeezing them in anticipation of having that same feeling return.

Jess smiled, biting her lip and moaning as she felt his large hands washing and massaging her breasts clean for another time. The blonde purred, her bare body slick and wet, writhing against him from his touches, her hand reaching down and playing with herself. Simon had already had to spray his genie with the detachable shower head twice because she couldn’t contain herself...

“I belong to Master….”

Jessica’s mind echoed that phrase again to herself as she let out a soft audible moan, a smile on her face as he could hear it as he had earlier. Simon’s thoughts drifted back to what she had said to him while sitting atop his sister’s car,

“I’ve just been feeling these urges. Ever since we’ve been together, I don’t know where they’re coming from, so I just kind of leaned into them….”

She liked it more when he acted possessive. As he allowed his hands to be more firm and authoritative than the last time, the blonde reacted to it with more moans and happy sighs, her fingers continuing to play with herself.

His lips grazed her ear lobe as he spoke, “Jess, show me these urges you’ve been having. I want to see what you mean. Describe them to me as they happen.”

The blonde opened her glossed-over emerald eyes as her Master released his hands. She moved away from him, further under the spray before turning to face him. Jessica’s wet hair covered her face partially as the auburn-haired teenager watched his beloved lower herself onto her knees in front of him.

“I…I liked this,” she said softly, her arousal clouding her own sense of self, her voice quiet.

Simon’s eyes widened as Jessica continued to speak to him, watching her ass move further outwards, as she placed more weight on her hands and arched her back further and further. It accentuated every perfect curve of her body, thrusting her breasts forward, displaying herself for him.

“It felt…it felt good when you told me to get on my knees,” she continued on, “Because you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

Her head turned upward to look at him, or rather, the part of him now closest to her face. Her emerald eyes locked onto his penis as she smiled at it.

“When you say you’ll protect me. I know you mean it. You’ve always been honest with me, and not many people have been. When you say you’ll do something, I know you’ll do it. Because you can do it. You can do anything.”

Simon felt a shiver down his spine as his eyes widened at the way she spoke to him. He could only watch, awestruck, as his genie, lost in a fog or arousal, reached out with her suds covered hands and begin stroking him. A feeling of pure belief reverberating in her words. Her touch making his body tense up.

“My Master can do anything.”

He could do anything. That was what she said.

That's what she'd said before...

His face relaxed as his shoulders began to tense up more as he felt the memory flash through his mind. His mouth opened, his voice almost breaking as he spoke up again.

“You used to tell me that,” he revealed to her.

Jessica’s mouth ceased opening as she found herself staring at him, her thoughts lost, but feelings locked in on his emotions. Simon choked back a painful sob as he remembered.

His smaller body collapsed into the side of the snowy hill, with his face getting a mouthful of frozen water as he struggled to get up in the snowsuit his mother dressed him in. Simon could hear voices as he sat up, mumbling his usual, “Ow.”

You were always supposed to say “Ow” when you got hurt or fell over, that way someone knew what happened. He frowned as the small red-haired girl in her puffball hat, black coat, blue mittens, and snow pants frowned as her cheeks remained red in the cold.

“Why won’t you stop?” the tinier Sam whined and complained at her weirder brother.

He blinked at her and tilted his head confused while grabbing his sled from the snow. Simon didn’t look his sister in the eye, instead choosing to focus on his sled as another hand in white mittens grabbed his arm. A small girl giggling from inside her all-white snow outfit picked out by her new Mommy, her green eyes standing out even more than normal because of the white powder on the ground. Her cheeks had turned red, also, but she was smiling unlike his sister.

“C’mon Simon! Let’s try again!”

Sammy whined, “Jessie, make him stop. He can’t do it.”

That made the young blonde girl puff her cheeks and then protest at the other girl with them, “Can SO! He can do it!”

“No he can’t,” Sammy stomped her foot and huffed in the snow.

“Yes he can! Simon can do it!”

The young boy blinked in confusion as his blonde friend grabbed his hand tightly and smiled at him.

“You can do anything!”

Jessica’s eyes widened up at him as Simon realized he had gotten lost in the story. When he looked down he saw her face had been under the direct line of the shower. He couldn’t tell whether it was just the water running down her face, or whether she had been crying. The blonde looked lost for a moment as she looked at the object her hands had been running over.

Her was voice still aroused, soft, and slightly broken,

“I meant it then. I believed you could do anything.”

She then pressed herself against him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise as she moved ahead regardless.

“I still do, Master,” she admitted to him, right before her mouth placed his wet cock inside of it.

Simon had to let out a hiss as Jessica slowly and lovingly brought his cock between her needy lips, her tongue slowly dancing across it as she kissed it lovingly. The first time she had done such a thing, she was enthusiastic, lost in a state of arousal that she pushed herself to put as much effort into pleasuring him as he had shown her. This time though, Jess was slower, purposeful while not trying to tease, instead she appeared to work his cock with her mouth out of reverence, adoration. The tale and emotion of his memory of them fueling her reaction to please him and taste him.

She really believed that after all this time?

He shuddered under the pleasurable barrage as her tongue licked along while her head bobbed lovingly on his member. Instinctively, Simon felt his hand clench down on the wet blonde hair as her aroused thoughts continued to leak out of her head.

“I want to make people happy. I like making people happy. I want them to all like me, but you’re more important. I want to do more for you. I still don’t know why your wishes feel so good. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. I need to be doing this for you. I need to help you. I want you to tell me what to do. How can I help you? What can I do for you? What do you need? I need your help. I don’t know why I’m acting this way. I want you to answer these things because I don’t understand why….”

Her voice and her mouth were enough to start sending him over the edge. He remembered for a moment what had happened on Saturday night. When she gagged and he came on her. Simon remembered how she reacted then, and he worried if he was going to make her feel any sort of displeasure when he went over again.

Jessica only wanted to feel good in this moment. He didn't want to cause her any pain or disgust. Something inside of him broke through, though, the solution already calculated of how to get her through it, and his voice hissed out,

“I wish my cum tastes delicious to genies...”

Jessica’s eyes widened as she let out a moan, muffled into his shaft, the vibrations in her throat carrying into him. Seconds later he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He let out a loud groan and felt his hips jerk, slumped against the back wall of the shower, still holding her head.

Instead of her pulling away, his genie remained slumped on her knees while her eyes rolled back into her head. Simon growled, feeling her ravenously sucking and licking him off with her tongue. She moaned as if she had found a new dessert.

What had he done?

Simon’s eyes widened as his hand finally pulled Jessica’s head away from him, her tongue lingering, savoring the taste of what was left on her luscious lips. His hazel eyes looked at her full of worry as he hoped her mind remained intact. The last thing he wanted was for Jessica to be broken because of him,

“Jess….”

Her green eyes began to look up at him, her arousal beginning to fade slightly from feeling his telepathic emotions, and from the ending of another pleasurable experience.

“It-You, you taste so different,” her voice whispered as it began to increase in volume.

The focus in her emerald pools was returning as the cheerleader touched her lips, “I hate cum, it’s disgusting, but yours is so good. I can’t describe it….”

The blonde began to rise unsteadily back onto her feet as he released her, staring at her fingers once she finished sucking them.

Jessica’s face scrunched, “I need to stop.”

Simon felt dread, and guilt. His face becoming downcast as he realized he probably took it a step too far this time. His fist clenched down as he felt a war building within himself.

He loved her, he adored her. As her Master, he wanted her to be happy, he wanted to protect her, and as Simon, he wanted her to have what she wanted.

"I love you," he offered with a sigh of adoration.

What else could he say? That was the only thing that mattered.

The blonde stopped as his heart continued to pound inside of him watching her. She continued to look away from him, washing herself off under the water and then becoming frozen in place.

"I know," she answered, her voice timid again.

His genie finally turned back with her face scrunched and her hands crossed to rub at her own shoulders. Her emerald eyes opened to reveal the seeds of doubt creeping in again.

Her arousal had subsided enough that she had started to question things inside her mind again. She stepped forward and pressed herself against his torso, crossing her arms underneath her bountiful cleavage. Jessica was now in conflict with herself on the inside as much as he was.

Her hand rolled down his torso as she began to bend down again but the genie stopped herself before she could kneel at her Master's feet once more,

“No, no, I can’t,” she almost whispered to herself.

Simon watched his beloved struggle with herself as she stood up again her eyes seemingly looking anywhere but directly into his.

All he wanted to know was if she would be okay. If she needed him in any way. He always wanted to jump in when he saw Jess so fragile. Her voice speaking out still as she revealed more about her urges and inner most desires,

“I want to just give in completely. Let you have it... Have me, and never take it back. Allow myself to become something that I'm afraid of being."

The blonde genie removed her hair from her face to show how much she was struggling, her mouth biting down on her lower lip as she raised her hand to rub his face, her eyes meeting his. The bombshell beauty was still fighting something inside of her.

"You don’t know how badly I want to give into you, Simon." She mewled quietly, the emphasis on his name betrayed the effort it took for her to not call him Master, "You mean so much to me, and to remind myself of that in such little time. I just,” she sounded even more unsure of herself than before.

Jessica bit down on her lip again as she shook her head, her hair wet and clinging to her as she shut her eyes and grimaced again.

“How could I have forgotten everything I've done with you? What am I doing? I've lived my life knowing and being a certain way and this doesn't make sense to me. You aren't a liar, not to me. And yet everyone else is? First Sam, then Kevin, Brad, my friends, my parents. After what Daddy and Steph said-I just-I just keep wondering and----Nothing makes sense. How could we have been this close? I-I wouldn’t have forgotten all of this! It’s impossible! What if it isn’t real? What if-What if that wish to get you out of trouble…what if that made the wedding memories real?”

Made the wedding memories real?

“What makes you say that?” he asked softly, confused as to why she would say such things.

He remembered it happening, too, hadn’t he? She wouldn’t really believe he would make these things up. Lie to her? Why would he even lie about something like that?

A wish that created false memories? Wouldn’t they know that it wasn’t real? They were the ones that could change things.

Jess shook her head in confusion and anxiety. She obviously couldn’t bring herself to even consider the possibility that they were always this close to each other. As if something was wrong with that. Simon would have no idea what it would be like to realize the things that Jessica was going through.

Everything around her was changing so fast, the facade that had been put up in her world was collapsing all around her. She had been Jessica Edwards, Queen of Eastlake High School, Cheer Captain, Future Prom Queen, hell she even referred to herself as the "Top Bitch". Obviously, Simon knew Sam would take exception to that, but it was still who she was.

Who she was thought she was. Who she believed she was...

Jess didn't know what she was anymore...

“Stephanie has been my Mom since I was six-months old,” she confessed to him anxiously, like she was repeating the fact aloud just to reassure herself that it was true.

“Mom left when I was a baby, and Stephanie has been around since I was six-months old, she married my Dad then... so, Simon... how could she have not been my mother, how could they have not gotten married until I was Four?”

Her eyes darted back and forth as she bit down nervously on her fingers, looking as if she was paranoid about the things going on inside her own mind. That wasn’t something that could be so easily batted away.

“How could I not remember something like that?” she whispered worriedly, as if it was better that it be something that had been added, not real.

This was growing more and more perplexing the more time they were spending together. She wasn’t the only one this was eating at. Simon knew something wasn’t adding up either. It was almost as if something or someone had prevented Jessica from remembering him or being with him.

Was it because she was a genie? The appearance of her Mother shattered Jessica's core perception of herself - it had ruined any chance that Jessica had of being a normal popular girl, even as she clearly tried to cling to the possibility.

As the water dripped from them and the mist rose from the shower, the young Master frowned as she remained shaken and defensive when confronting the facts of her life.

Or was there something else? Something they didn't know about...

In any case, the idea of false memories in their heads was troubling and needed to be resolved. He gave it some thought, and then wrapped an arm around Jessica’s waist, drawing her in, staring at the shower wall as he turned off the faucet for the time being and hugged her against his chest possessively.

“Jess.”

Her eyes looked up at him again as he frowned,

“I wish that if we had any fake, implanted, or artificial memories, that we would know what they are right now.”

The genie gasped at the wish… her eyes closing in anticipation...

…but the moment passed by in silence.

No moans from her.

No energy spikes or orgasms, either.

And no dizzying or strange changes inside of his head.

The soaking wet auburn-haired young man sighed and relaxed a bit in relief. The wish hadn’t worked. Which meant that neither he nor Jessica had any memories that were created as a result of a wish or something else.

However, his relief did not bring about the same emotions in her as he could hear a sob escaping from her lips as he felt tears against his wet skin.

“Damnit!” Jessica seethed out in a heartbreaking tone of confusion and realization. He felt one of her little fists pound lightly against his chest.

Simon’s eyes widened with worry, watching the young woman as she came to terms with the fact that not only were the memories she had true, but her own narrative – the tale she knew or had been told her whole life – was probably the real lie.

Jess needed there to be inconsistencies, she needed things to be _wrong. _She needed her own feelings and memories to be clouded so that she could justify, and contemplate that **** pleading voice in her head that still clung to the hope that this was still, somehow, not her reality. That she wasn't a Genie or a ****, that there might be some escape from this and a way to go back to her normal life - her normal self.

The Master watched his genie shaking her wet head of blonde hair as she sniffled and grimaced. The trauma of learning her real heritage now emerging and mixing with the idea that she knew even less about herself than she thought.

“But I remember Stephanie when I was younger than that. She would help take care of me! I never heard them talk about it.”

Simon soon realized why Jessica never heard about it, or noticed it. Once again tying back to the real reason how that could’ve been lost.

“What if it was because I was there?” he announced depressingly.

Jessica’s eyes widened at the sound of his voice introducing the theory to her, but it was the one that seemed to make the most sense. Why would she remember a place she had been with him if she had forgotten all about how close they were? If they had been close then, and she had truly forgotten, then it also meant she had possibly forgotten entire moments in her life.

There were holes now emerging as his brain was given the track to run on.

Jessica said she had been angry with Kevin for believing that his friend took him from her. That was most likely caused by the wish allowing her to remember him in her life, including moments he wasn't necessarily a part of...

If he wished for her to remember, then that would also be a gateway for other moments in her life tied to the memory of him.

That also meant-the distinct and troubling possibility-that Jessica didn’t have a choice at all in having to forget their bond. Something was lurking in that realization, and either way it felt like the answer to that question would be something that could trigger them or set them both off.

And they had both been driven to the brink by the people around them to where this accursed day hadn't even ended.

By now, the blonde had her own desire which snapped him from his thoughts,

“Master... Simon, I…I want to see what happened that day then.”

Wait, what?

Simon’s eyes widened as he tilted his head in confusion, “You mean you want me to….”

Her green eyes looked right at him with determination, the genie now convinced she had to see for herself what happened instead of just fragments.

“I want you to wish for us to see what happened at my parent’s wedding. I don’t care if we have to fucking time travel. I need to see it.”

She was insistent now. The Cheerleader Captain, Queen of Eastlake-side of her personality attempting to reassert itself in a threat to its own existence. Simon sighed as he pointed out the obvious.

“I don’t think you want to time travel naked with your Master to meet our family’s younger selves, Jess. Your Dad might not react the way you want….”

The blonde’s face suddenly flushed into a hot pink color as she covered herself instinctively from embarrassment. The idea of her 18-year-old self appearing before a crowd of people and her own then-younger and unknowing father was enough incentive to avoid going down that route.

“Knowing your father, he’d probably want to flirt with you.”

“N-No!” Jessica’s flustered form suddenly protested in fright, “No! D-Daddy wouldn’t do that!”

She gulped nervously as her body squirmed as the idea planted in her mind against her will, making her rub the sides of her head furiously to attempt to get it out.

“Nope! Nope! No!”

He sighed with a smile. She really was adorable when she acted that way. She pouted and stomped her foot with a huff on the shower floor, her eyes looking into the corner of the wall purposefully. He also had another point.

"Jess, we were only four. We wouldn't remember that much any-"

“I don't care. I'm like you, I hate feeling like I'm being lied to do. I want to know what Daddy and Stephanie were like then. Look, Simon. Just get on with it, okay? You can figure it out.”

Simon frowned for a moment at her, commanding and dismissive tone. Of course he would do it for her, but last he checked, barely even 10 minutes ago she was revealing and sharing urges with him that she wanted to give into...

“Jess,” his voice became stern.

If she liked it when he was more assertive towards her, he could at least give her what she wanted twice over,

“Ask me again, nicely.”

The blonde’s body shuddered as she let out a pleasurable whimper of surprise at the tone of voice he had taken with her, his body no longer wrapped around hers but standing over her and leaning on the wall behind her.

Simon watched her pupils dilate as her gaze darted back and forth between his eyes, her lips parting. He could see it, the moment of conflict in her as her face reddened. She was caught in two minds, to protest her pride, or allow herself to relax into her urges, to submit. This is what she wanted, wasn't it?

She bit her lip as she let her body move instinctively, lowering her head and withdrawing slightly into herself. He could just make out a quick smirk or smile that nervously formed as she no longer moved to cover herself. Instead, Jessica placed her arms at her sides and legs together similar to one of her cheer poses, but jutted her hands outward at her sides while keeping her palms and fingers extended and together. The blonde leaned her chest forward and raised her ass a bit to give her Master a more inviting views, then looked up at him with her emerald eyes wide and pleading.

“Please, Master. May I be allowed to watch what happened at my parents wedding with you?”

He chuckled with a bright smile, the blood rush subsiding from his own face as he cupped her chin possessively, “Sure thing, Jess! Whatever you want.”

His genie purred along with his reaction. Simon was always going to show her regardless he just needed Jessica distracted enough to allow the bitterness to go away. The auburn-haired boy would always enjoy making his blonde girl-turned bombshell feel better.

Even if it meant humoring her urges.

Perhaps there could be something to learn or gleam from this trip down memory lane. Hell, he remembered a few moments about that day. He still had other unanswered questions, and the conversation had raised a few more.

There was also the fact his research was continuing into the Masters and genies, the need to find out more about the box and Jessica’s binding and where they could have come from, the process of summoning her mother back to their reality, and what was so special about humans in the first place.

It was much more fun and enjoyable to spend the night with Jessica after a day like they had. Simon needed it, and by extension so did the blonde genie, herself. In what normal day would she have allowed Simon the pleasure of making her into a sushi platter and washing her body?

He paused for a moment and looked down, “Jess, just remember we’re taking a detour, though. We still need to….”

“I know, I know,” she groaned, her cheeks puffing, embarrassed, “I’ll wash your damn hair, don’t worry! I know how sensitive your scalp is.”

He let out a snicker. The young man actually wanted to remind her about getting up early so they could get a jump start on finding out where her ring box came from - but Jessica’s hands massaging his thick head of hair sounded heavenly.

His hazel eyes glanced down at her, looking at her choker and the large emerald at the center of it. His finger reached out curiously, then tapped on it as Jessica looked down at his hand, her vision unable to follow beneath her chin to look at her collar that he was fiddling with.

Simon turned the shower back on, knowing that he would have to clean her off again relatively soon as he planned his next wishes. His fingers cupped the chin of his blonde beauty so that her eyes would be staring at him again.

“I wish you had the power to cast illusions or replay entire moments in time from the emerald of your necklace. I wish this power would work from the command of your Master or from the utterance of Simon Says from your mind or lips.”

Jessica let out a loud gasp as her body locked in place and her head nearly banged into the front wall of the shower. Simon's hand reflexively reached out to catch her by her pussy in order to keep her from collapsing. Once again the genie clutched his shoulders for stability as his fingers eased inside her, feeling the physical pulse and tremors of her wish-granting, the way her pussy clenched around him with wish-induced magical heat.

If it weren’t for her last moment 'Simon Says' to Sam in the kitchen, he would have had to worry about covering her mouth as Jessica let out a loud cry that echoed off the bathroom tiles before it merged into a breathless moan.

A green glow cast itself out from her throat and bounced from the walls of the bathroom. The emerald placed in the blonde genie’s choker glowing from the imbuing of her magic further into the object he had created for her.

Jessica’s body slumped into his hands as she panted, but Simon was left in awe as she looked up at him again.

Her eyes were glowing with the same energy as the emerald that matched them, and faded as the jewel returned to normal. He took the shower head and began to rinse his genie off from the result. Jess moaned and squirmed at the water touching her sensitive pussy once more.

He took a moment to clean her off again, watching her face blush innocently from the simple act of having her Master wash her body clean.

“Thank you, Master,” she purred in an embarrassed tone.

Simon smiled softly. It was the least he could do, but if how she reacted to this lost bet was of any consideration, then Jessica would not be wanting to shower by herself again.

Which would obviously make her act annoyed or go bonkers, and he couldn't help but relish the idea of needing to correct her petulance if it came to it.

“Not so bad showering together, is it?” he teased.

Jessica shook her head and smiled bashfully as the blush grew. He released her and allowed the blonde genie to stand in the center of the shower, taking a deep breath and waiting for the inevitable moment that would lead to the answers she sought.

“I have no idea how this’ll look,” she confessed.

Simon placed a hand on her ass and stroked it again lovingly as a way to reassure her, her smile appeared grateful as he took a moment to take a deep breath.Then he issued his command,

“Jess, use this room to show us both the day of your Father and Stepmother’s wedding.”

The boy watched as Jessica’s Emerald eyes snapped open and glowed brightly along with the choker around her neck.