Kevin creates a diversion and visits Jess alone

Thinking fast, Kevin wished, "I wish we had an alarm system in the house, and that it starts going off right now."

A piercing sound rang from inside the house, causing Kevin and Hana both to wince. "Ugh, again?" Hana griped, raising her voice to be heard over the alarm. "Mom and Dad have got to get that thing fixed."

"Can you get it?" Kevin yelled, "I always forget the code."

Hana rolled her eye,. "You really are useless, you know that? Just go check on Jess; I'll turn off the alarm."

"Alright, I'll go check on her. Thanks," Kevin replied, hopping out of his SUV and starting off toward his genie's house.

Kevin thought he would have to wish his way inside, Jess being a bit indisposed at the moment, but had the strange realization that he actually had a key to the house. Searching his memories, he learned that since both families were so close; he, Hana, and Jessica all had keys to both houses for convenience.

Once inside, he quickly made his way up to Jess's room, his other self knowing the way by heart. The first thing he did was close the blonde's blinds and curtains; he really didn't need Hana popping into his room and seeing whatever was about to happen with Jess, which was absolutely something the Asian teen would do. That done, he walked over to the closet and got ready to confront his genie.

He opened the door to find her where he had left her, naked and prone on the floor. She really was a perfect ten — creamy blemishless complexion, a body toned by years of cheerleading that somehow still had soft curves in all the right places, gravity defying breasts capped with light pink nipples that begged to be tweaked, and a face that looked angelic without its usual haughty expression.

Kevin kept his eyes on that angelic face as he flipped a mental switch and returned his genie's senses, waiting to see if it twisted up in defiance. To his relief, her face didn't grow angry or even fearful. If anything, the blonde's face looked more peaceful once she got her senses back.

That is, until it melted into a rapturous expression of pure joy. Her eyes clenched shut, as her cheeks flushed and her soft pink lips parted to let out a low shuddering moan. Her whole body tensed up, then relaxed, then tensed again, as her pussy began to leak onto the carpet and her moan gave way to hitched gasps. Finally, her back arched and her entire body shook as she reached climax, wildly spraying the carpet and her thighs.

The young genie lay there in her own juices for a moment, her perfect breasts shaking wonderfully as she struggled to catch her breath. When she finally recovered, her emerald eyes slowly fluttered open, staring right into Kevin's. Her cheeks still flushed, she smiled blissfully up at him and in an almost eerily calm voice said, "Thank you for bringing me back Master, and thank you for all the wishes. Please continue to use me for more."

To say that Kevin was shocked would be an understatement. The girl lying at his feet had been snarling at him in defiance less that twelve hours ago, cursing him for treating her like a genie and swearing that she would never serve him. Now, after having an orgasm that put the ones he'd given Cassie to shame, she was calling him Master and asking him to use her.

A thought occurred to Kevin, and he asked, "How can you say you want me to use you when you swore you'd never serve me? You have to keep your word."

Sitting up on the floor, the blonde tilted her head to the side in confusion. In the same, almost ****-sounding, voice, she said, "I never said I wouldn't serve you. If I don't serve you, I won't get pleasure. Pleasure is everything."

Something, no, several things about what she said freaked Kevin out, and the way she said it, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, didn't help. Pushing those thoughts aside for a moment, he asked, "So, you're saying you don't remember our fight this morning?"

The naked young genie stared up at him aghast. On the edge of panic, she said, "I would never fight with Master."

Kevin was beginning to actually believe her. Trying to puzzle things out, he asked, "Do you remember this morning at all?"

The blonde furrowed her brow in thought, the exercise clearly difficult for her. Slowly, she said, "I remember existing, just me and your wishes. The wishes let me keep existing and grow."

Kevin was now beyond freaked out. The things the girl staring up at him was saying and the creepy way she was saying them had him scared he'd done something horrible to her. Without thinking about it, he said, "I wish I knew what was going through your head right now."

"Thank you, Master," the genie purred, quivering as she willingly and gratefully granted Kevin's wish for full access to all of her deepest and most personal thoughts.

Kevin was immediately assaulted with a strangely serene sense of purpose. She wanted, no, needed to grant wishes; doing so was irrevocably tied to her sense of self. She wanted to be of use to him so he would continue to use her to make wishes, and was eternally grateful to him for doing so.

Trying to look deeper into his genie's mind, Kevin came to a disturbing realization. Hesitantly, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Name?" she asked, furrowing her brow again, as if it was hard to grasp the concept. After a long pause, she said, "I don't think I have one. What do you want my name to be, Master?"