Jessica and Her Master

The blonde shrunk into the deep leather of the couch, still clutching the small box in her hands as means of relief. Why did Sam have to be so intense when she wanted to be? It made more sense now why she quit cheerleading to focus on other sports and activities. Sam didn't want to lose her friendship over a fight for the right to be Captain, and Jess didn't want to get into another intense competition with Sam.

Because Samantha Harris could be scary, just like right now.

"So Kevin wanted to plant a stinkbomb in the house for last week? And Jess caught him."

Simon nodded, "Yup."

His sister's eyebrow cocked as she pointed at her brother, "And you were supposed to be the watchdog?"

Simon nodded again. How the hell was he so unfazed by any of this? Was it just growing up around Sam or was it just the way he was wired? He just told the truth, the blunt and honest truth.

That's what was terrifying in this moment as the blonde watched the back and forth take place, her legs still rubbing against her crotch as she wiggled quietly to get back under control.

"He asked me to do it when he found out you were taking me along. I didn't really want to do it."

Sam sighed and rubbed her forehead, "No. No I know you didn't."

"I would've put into the air-con unit for it to work better. Climbing into Jess' room seemed stupid."

On that they could all agree on, she thought to herself. Watching the siblings go back and forth brought a small smile of relief to her face, almost a sense of normalcy. Jessica always remembered Sam constantly reminding her that her Master wasn't retarded like Brad always referred to him, or a dumbass for not getting her sarcasm. Master was just... Master.

Her smile quickly faded though when Sam got serious again, "Why did Jess attack Kevin?"

In the moment she shot up in protest, looking at her friend, "W-Wait! Why are you asking him! He told you that bastard was trying to plant a bomb..."

"Oh bullshit, Jess. You really think that I'd believe that from you?" Sam snapped at her, a look of skepticism etched on her face.

Sometimes being friends as long as they had meant knowing when one of them was lying, and Sam knew it. The blonde felt her heart race as she shrank back down into the couch again and curled up into a ball, but the redhead wasn't done.

"And let's not forget, you told me you and Kevin scared him off to begin with, so something else definitely happened. So what was it?"

Simon blurted out the answer to the question, and for a brief moment horror overtook the young genie in her seat.

"Kevin tried to steal something from Jess."

Sam raised an eyebrow as she leaned back a bit, letting her legs cross in her black leggings, focusing on her brother, "Like what?"

Simon looked over at Jessica again, her eyes locking on and pleading with him not to say it. Anything but the truth, any...

"She got a present from her birth mom."

The girls' eyes widened as Sam leaned forward in surprise at her friend, "What? No way! Your Mom? As in the same Mom that ran off? She sent you something?"

Jessica slowly nodded hesitantly as Sam let out an audible sigh and shook her head, "So what happened to it?"

Simon perked up again, "I found it. Uh... They were fighting and started yelling at each other to give it back. I didn't know what to do, so I came home."

Her Master glanced over to her again as she felt her heart racing and stopping, forgetting to breathe as she waited to see in suspense as Sam continued to question him.

"What was it?"

Jess interjected quickly, "Something Personal..."

Sam didn't take her eyes off of Simon, "Did you give it to either of them?"

Simon began to scratch his head nervously as he looked up and away from them both, "No, I uh... I kind of brought it home with me? It's safe though."

Sam frowned, "If it's Jess' you should've given it back to her..."

She turned to Jess and nodded, "And you thought Kevin had stolen it? Is that why you went so hard on him?"

Jess bit her tongue, "mmhmm"

Sam sighed, "Well at least it's safe - I can't imagine what it means to you so," turning back to Simon she gave him a stern look, "You can give it back to her, then. Can't lose something like that, but you really should've come to me and saved the trouble that's been caused."

The boy's face went blank, staring at his sister and cocking his head slightly to the side, "What trouble?"

Jessica looked at him and had to suppress the smile on her face. Firstly, because he told the truth without actually telling his sister that her best friend was a genie and he was her master; and secondly, because he looked kind of adorable when he did that.

Not that she could ever find her Master adorable. No. No, he definitely wasn't starting to get to her in any way.

"I'll protect you."

She sighed silently and stretched herself out on the couch. Why the hell did he have to say something like that? Protect her from what? Him?

"Well, little Jessi here got so mad she beat the living tar out of Kevin, and now he's in the hospital under anesthetic while video of that little beatdown is going viral. Whole school has probably seen it by now. Here..."

Jessica watched worriedly as Simon leaned in and looked at his sister's phone as the sounds of the fight replayed, triggering the memory again.

"All those times you made Simon think he wasn't a human being, turns out you weren't human the whole time!"

She looked up at the phone seeing the view count and re-posts climbing into the thousands, but what worried her was the young man next to her. He was staring at her, his eyes looking right at her, a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and anger.

Kevin was his friend. He was a psychopathic idiot weirdo too but... Jess cringed, to Simon he was just Kevin.

She knew he was his friend, and now he had found out she'd just sent him to the hospital.

She felt the pit of her stomach drop, her Master was upset. Was he upset with her? Was he upset with Kevin? What was going through that thick head of his? What would he do?

He looked down and away before getting up, not saying a word and making his way upstairs and into his room. Jess felt herself ready to cry again, her shoulders deflating.

"Master is angry with me."

Sam sighed, "You don't know that."

Jessica shook her head, "You saw him. He-He..."

Sam stood up and walked over to her, helping her up off the couch as she spoke, "Simon probably just felt overwhelmed, and you're looking about the same way. Having something like that stolen from you... I understand why you did it so, let's just, let's at least get you cleaned up and changed out of those clothes, so you can get some sleep."

The blonde girl nodded, looking down at the small box still in her hands. Her friend led her upstairs and found her a nightshirt, a towel and ushered her to the familiar marble confines of the guest shower. As she began to strip down to give her clothes to Sam, she stopped to finally notice the dampness that overtook the black silk of her thong.

"I wish you wouldn't lie to me anymore..."

She had managed to hold it in for as long as she could, but it was that one that sent it over the edge. She pressed down her finger and slid it over her visible camel-toe, her eyes closing and imagining the way he stared at her the moment he said it.

Was it the ****? The stress? Her wish induced arousal? Jess didn't know and didn't care, she just felt hot...

"I'll protect you."

"Master..." she let out a moan, raising her other hand up to cup her left breast and pinched on her nipple, biting down on her lip again.

A knock on her door snapped her back to reality again, "Jess, c'mon! I need to start this laundry before it gets too late!"

Sam's authoritative voice made her rush to grab her clothes off the ground and open the door to hand them to the waiting redhead, who pointed down at her remaining article of clothing.

"Keeping that then to sleep?"

Jess couldn't process her thoughts, so gave the best answer she could at the moment, "Oh um... yeah."

Sam raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off, "Okay then. Just remember to get cleaned up and get some sleep. Long day tomorrow."

"O-Okay."

The redhead paused one last time and sighed again looking at her friend, "About Simon. I'll make sure he gives your Mom's gift back. Don't worry about it too much, he gets over things pretty quick if he is mad at someone. Plus he's never really stayed mad at you before."

"I guess so..."

"Goodnight then," the door closed behind her.

Jessica frowned as she removed the thong to let it hang and dry on the towel rack, rubbing over her shaven pussy again and feeling the smooth skin before she soaked it under the warm water and lathers of soap to try and wash away every trace of the past few hours. Letting her hair down to relax it and the droplets of water trickle down from her cleavage and drip down her toned legs and fit stomach. She wrapped a towel around her hair and emerged after what felt like a lifetime, the humidity had fogged up the corners of the mirror, even with the fan on and she looked at the dark green nightshirt that Sam had left her.

And the still wrapped box sitting atop it.

She stared at it, looking at how crumpled the paper had become from a night of being used as a makeshift stress ball. Slowly she took her nails and peeled away the wrappings to find a small box.

A small familiar looking box.

She bit her lip and opened it slowly, inside was a bracelet, a familiar looking piece of jewelry with an emerald set inside a charm of two rabbits.

Jessica loved rabbits. She adored them since going to the petting zoo as a kid, and ever since there had always been a present on her birthday that involved a rabbit. She thought it was an inside joke when people started catching on. They became annoying when boys flirted with her as 'Jessica Rabbit'.

Every year, "Jessica Rabbit. Get it? Ha ha. Very funny."

She'd just point them to Sam, who became annoyed by the comparison to the Red Haired Cartoon almost immediately.

Her Master was behind them the whole time? Why would he get her something like if he knew it would mess with her? But Simon didn't mess with people, that was Kevin's department.

She still put it on her wrist regardless, fidgeting at it with a smile. The cheer captain grabbed her thong and placed it back on and followed with the oversized shirt that draped down off one shoulder and stopped at just below her ass. A quick shiver from letting her hair out of the towel preceded the sight of her nipples poking out from the cotton fabric.

She hopped onto the bed and looked at the clock as the middle of the pre-dawn hours were soon to begin.