A Mother's Love

Simon raised his eyebrow as he continued to rub the towel against his ear, as his face still recovered from the long, early day in the desert. He felt the skin on his ears begin to flake as it was hard to tell which patches of red skin came from the hot water of the Edwards' shower or the sun.

He also had to register Jessica's statement again,

“Wait. Genies have a Caste System?”

His girlfriend had returned to find him drying off and began babbling with excitement over her latest shower talk with her mother. Jessica's tanned skin remained, but it also kept a flush of its own. Simon found himself trying to control the boner the sight and idea of Mother and Daughter Genie went he went in. His childhood friend's newfound knowledge of her heritage made that easy. She was cute when excited, and learning something new made him nearly oblivious to the fact that she was covered only by a towel. Almost immediately, she was trying to list off everything as a way of remembering what was said, but nearly spun his eyes in circles.

Eventually, he managed to sit down and get the water out of his ear as the blonde genies stood in front of him. Unfortunately, with the return of both blondes, it was hard to ignore their wet bodies completely.

As for his question, Jessica nodded in reply while her body’s figure displayed itself even while covered. Her curves were hugged by the towel wrapped around her breasts, while another remained wrapped around her head.

Meanwhile, Maridallura wandered behind and around her daughter’s room in curiosity as she barely bothered to have her body covered in comparison. Her apathy allowed her not even to notice or attempt to cover her own chest.

Aside from differences in breast size and Jessica's recent tan, the towel colors – a dark green versus pink – were the only other thing that could tell the two apart.

In any case, Simon's attention was quickly taken back by Jessica when she leaned forward with her arms in front of her face, closing the gap between them in excitement.

“Yeah! That thing!”

Simon watched her toes bounce as the cheerleader held up her finger while she elaborated,

“I remember learning about it in World History when we talked about India because Tiffany said it was just like High School! Mom says genies have something like that, too!”

The teenager genie turned to her still-exploring parent, clasping her hands together,

“Can you tell Master like you told me, Mom? Please?”

Unfortunately, but predictably for her daughter's boyfriend, Maridallura’s aloof demeanor seemed insulted by the idea of it. Simon noted a similarity with another persona as the elder blonde beauty turned back to her daughter,

“Must I tell him?”

Oh, he had heard that tone before. The eye roll was so obvious he hadn’t even bothered to pay attention to it. Jessica, as the Queen of Eastlake, would do it in her sleep when she detested something. The genie that gave birth to her was older than any living person in the world, but at times, she acted almost as old as her daughter was.

In response, Simon watched the cheerleader’s arms cross authoritatively and give the woman a curt nod, not backing down,

“Yeah, Mom. You do. I want him to know.”

Maridallura sighed, then huffed out her nose as she approached with her usual stubborn sense of defiance toward her daughter’s curious and mortal owner. Simon looked up as she made sure to look down at him, and stood with her hip to the side as she crossed her arms while pinching the towel wrapped around her to at least try and cover herself after Jessica puffed her face at her exposed chest.

“As my daughter tells me - you’ve deduced or learned, at least from whatever knowledge you mortals have kept, about our lineage of sisters. Allow me to confirm it. I am indeed a Sister of the Marid - as is Jessica.”

Simon’s eyes widened, and he gave the appearance of a little boy about to be told a story that he had never heard. Why wouldn't he be excited to hear something like that? Anything that fueled his insatiable need for knowledge and lore to build around was a contact high that even Jessica couldn’t stop as hard as she tried previously. His reaction was shared as the cheerleader’s voice echoed into his brain with a sense of confirmation,

‘Told you!’

So, they were both Marid.

...which meant there were others. The other names or differences he read or wrote down bobbed free in the awkward teen’s mind as he held up his hand and began to count his fingers. The conversation with Jessica in the ruins ran back through his brain as he asked aloud,

“So then…how many types of genies are there? Like…5 or….”

His girlfriend’s magical MILF mother huffed again, trying to stamp out his growing endorphin rush like a bucket of cold water,

“Do not get ahead of yourself, boy. Jessica wishes me to tell you of our kind, so do not insult me by being impatient.”

Ah, right. She wasn't going to give him an inch....

Simon attempted to laugh it off as his mind hit the brakes as best it could. The last thing he wanted to do was make her have reason to lash out again. He smiled nervously as he felt the back of his head grow itchy,

“I-I’m all ears, then!”

The elder genie struggled with the towel wrapped around her hair and the other around her body. She tried to mask her grimace and discomfort when she spun and put her shapely ass and back toward him. Allura glided across her daughter’s room and back to the place she first stood the night of that fateful birthday. She sighed to release stress before turning to face him and speaking,

“Of all the Sisters of the Djinn, we are judged by the Masters and our Matriarchs alike for our Pedigree as much as our Affinity. We inherit that from our ancestral sisters, and the sister matriarchs pass that down to us.”

She pressed her hands against her breasts and stroked them against the exposed part of her cleavage gently,

“All sisters are equal. Equal in our customs; equal in our bondage; in our service; but there are fragments and legacies from the time before the Ascension of the Masters. We only know it was during the Great War of which I spoke of. In those dark days, there were many Bloodlines, Tribes, and Cities. Those before us that were allowed to spread their chaotic natures amongst themselves have become the bound sisterhoods in service of creation that we are. Now, it is these distinctions and differences of our Legacy that we carry on from our ancestors that the Masters do themselves well to know.”

The awkward teen kept quiet as he allowed Jessica’s mother to continue without interruption, even as the questions piled up inside his head and leaked out to his girlfriend’s mind.

‘Pedigree? Tribes? Bloodlines? Ascension?’

Sometimes the way a genie spoke made little sense, but being a dork made it a little easier to decipher. Pedigree was lineage, tribes meant differences, bloodlines meant almost the same thing but not quite, and what did she mean by -

‘Pay attention, silly. You’ll miss it!’

Jessica’s voice was quick to get him to snap his head back to the present as Maridallura began to take on a more comfortable demeanor as she held a hand to herself. Something about the subject matter was making her lip curl upward and her shoulders be at ease,

“Perhaps your vision has shown you different djinns, mortal. You may have shown them to my daughter as she described them, but they may be nothing but the descendants of elites and elementals. We are all sisters, equal, but distinction and heritage remain a part of us. Especially between the low-born and high-born.”

Low-born? High-born? That was definitely a fantasy-level trope.

The statuesque woman lowered her arms to run a finger teasingly down her exposed shoulder to her palm along bare skin,

“Compared to the affinity of the high-born sisters, elites and elementals are simply unique trinkets of amusement. For some of the Masters are so blinded by acquiring power, that to them, if they are not high-born, they are not worth the effort at all.”

Simon watched as Maridallura’s face squirmed again, and then her softening gaze turned downward to the floor with a sad smile escaping the twist of her lips,

“I have my reasons for going to such lengths to protect my daughter from my fate. I am a child of the Marid - the rarest and most treasured of high-born sisters. As a youngling, my magic and heritage were immediately noticed by my Mistress. Jessica would be no different in my position. Even with a mortal father like Theodore, a Marid’s magical essence, such as mine, is so pure that she was already a full djinn within my womb.”

The elder genie rubbed her stomach, and the prideful gaze in her emerald and amethyst eyes grew as Simon continued to watch. Maridallura became more possessed by something akin to her daughter’s popular ‘Queen of Eastlake’ persona,

“A Sister of the Marid is said to be born closest to the source of creation. Our ancestors were said to have lived on the sand along the waters of the world because they were the most sought-after and sat upon countless untold treasures. My Marid sisters told me the tales that before the wars, our chaotic ancestors once ruled for themselves.”

She spoke it even softly as a source of pride and confidence. Something ingrained into her very DNA,

“Those with our Pedigree were said to be the strongest and most difficult to tame, but it was they who were once above all other sisters. Among the Masters, the Marid are now the greatest prize, for we are the epitome of what it means to be a Djinn. That is why we are the most defiant against our owners.”

Her confidence and elitism in the way she spoke of her kind was enough that Simon saw his girlfriend blush. The prideful smile in telling her origins let her relax,

“The Masters recognize that we are unlike our other, lesser-born sisters, who do not have our essence. We Marid have always believed in and served something greater than the Masters. They believe that we need to be trained and tamed the most, for we are the most capable of chaos with our ancestral nature, but we are unable to resist for their want of our power. They salivate at the scent of our magic if it is unbound and unprotected. To Master and Sister alike, a Marid is told of her place. We are Proud of our heritage and what we represent to all sisters.”

Then her gaze sharpened, and the beautiful vision that was the mother genie scowled at him,

“Which is why any other Sister of the Marid would consider falling into the hands of a mortal owner akin to the most unbearable of humiliations.”

And there was the dig at his humanity again. It wasn’t surprising, but Allura wanted that point reinforced. If only to pour salt in a wound.

And yet again, it backfired with her daughter.

“Not me!”

Simon felt Jessica's cheeks pressed against his face as she jumped on her bed and pressed herself against his right side, wrapping her arms around him with the towels stuck to her frame. He quickly felt a peck from her lips as the young man blushed at his genie’s response, directed to deflect her mother’s disdain.

Jessica was quick to jab back, even laughing and smiling as she teased her all-powerful parent,

“Besides. Don’t forget! You fell for a mortal, yourself, Mom! I wouldn’t be here otherwise!”

The 18-year-old male watched as the look on Maridallura’s face quickly went from scowl to pout as she sighed with distress at her daughter’s retort, a slight blush on her face,

“Jessica! I do not mean that as an insult, but as a reminder…mortals are not considered worthy of….”

As much as pointing out the hypocrisy of her mother’s actions helped protect him, her Master was still interested in learning more.

“Um.”

Simon held up a finger as he interrupted another of the genie’s reminders of what she believed about mortals,

“So, Marid are the strongest of all genies, then? 'That part is true?”

Jessica quickly bounced back off the bed and crossed her arms with a satisfied smirk as she bobbed her head,

“That’s right! Mom says Marid are the best of the best! Like those people from the past wrote down. That also means we can get away with more stuff compared to other genies. Like making changes with our wishes!”

Simon raised an eyebrow as he looked at the other genie who felt his gaze upon her again. Maridallura pouted as distress was notable in the sigh she gave toward the younger genie. A mixed emotion of revealing too much and making sure her child knew her limits,

“Yes, Jessica. I did explain that to you when I gave you your ring. Your magic can change this realm to whatever your Master wishes for, or that you desire from his wishes, once you are capable of accepting and understanding your heritage further.”

The teenagers turned their attention back to the blonde woman as she drew a step closer,

“For whatever reason, this world and realm are protected by an unusually powerful veil that allowed my unbound power to exist for some years. The potential you have as a young Marid is vast, but not unlimited. The rules still apply if you change too much too soon for the essence to bind and settle or pierce the veil. Bringing me here is still a threat to your safety so long as my Master or Sisters are able to learn of our meetings.”

Yes, yes, yes - Change too much, or too quickly, and lose their safety net.

Both teenagers groaned and rolled their eyes unintentionally in unison as Jessica rubbed her forehead. The towel-covered cheerleader pulled the one off her head to straighten her wet locks,

“Ugh. Mom, we know already! You don’t have to keep reminding us of that part!”

Then the Queen of Eastlake pinched her nose and clapped her hands to spin back around to face a confused Simon as he felt her excitement edge out again. Jessica was eager to provide him with more information as he was ready to consume it. The popular teenager wagged her finger as she continued,

“Okay! So, now the fun part! There’s two kinds of High Born Genies, with Marid being the strongest like Mom said, right? The other is like a rival type!”

The young man remained fixated on his girlfriend as she became possessed by her bubbly nature. Simon had to try to suppress the feeling of how adorable she looked while doing so. He loved seeing her, the way her body shifted the towel as she bent forward and back to explain what he wanted to learn. The head cheerleader was so enthusiastic as she continued to rattle off with her fingers,

“Then there’s like those others you told me about in the desert, right? Ifrit, Si’lat, Hinn, Devas, Harim, and…uh…”

The blonde teen stopped to look at the ceiling as she counted her fingers and then squinted her eyes shut as Simon smiled at her. Something was distracting her as she tried to recall it all. In the moment, he couldn’t ignore how the genie looked when she became frustrated and puffed her cheek out, and her face reddened. She was too cute like this.

Unfortunately, his girlfriend noticed and groaned as his emotions flowed out of him toward her when she was trying to concentrate,

‘Stop distracting me!’

Fortunately, her half-naked mother was quick to answer for her, as she rested a hand upon Jessica's bare shoulder,

“Jann and Jinni, sweetie.”

The younger djinn quickly bobbed her head,

“Oh! Yeah. And among them, there’s like three separate types of lower born, like, um….”

Maridallura smiled and shook her head at her daughter,

“Elementals, Elites, and Menials, Jessica.”

Wait a sec…

Simon’s brain clicked as he raised an eyebrow; something failed to make sense.

“Menials? You said all Sisters were treated as Equals and that you only had high or low-borns. Why would you have menials?”

Maridallura sighed as she copied her daughter by removing the towel from her head, but went further by dropping the other towel from her body. The attractive djinn’s breasts bounced free along with the shimmering, hairless sight of her pussy. The statuesque form, freed of her master's trinkets and the towels, allowed her to stretch and twist with little effort.

Jessica’s eyes widened along with Simon's as she watched her mother return to a nude state in front of her boyfriend without much care. The young master inwardly chastised himself,

‘You should be getting used to seeing naked goddesses, stop getting anxious!’

And yet, Simon struggled to keep his eyes off Maridallura’s breasts and the birthing hips that had brought his beloved blonde into the world. Now he knew why Jessica said her father called her ‘Alluring’ when they spoke. The experience djinn swayed and placed an arm under her tits to massage them while she dismissively answered his question,

“The Harim are not worth considering as being the same as a Djinn Sister. They are not among the born Djinn Sisters. Thus, we do not consider them as Djinn.”

Maridallura continued her aloof demeanor when speaking of this other type of genie, her eyes looking off in disinterest while her perked areola pointed in their stead,

“Their power only depends on the realm in which they exist, if at all. Of all those at the Citadel, they are simply task djinns assigned a single purpose. Simple Immortals with little magic and bound souls; magical souls without physical form or name; or even transformed mortals cursed eternally as punishment by Masters or Sisters, themselves.”

Simon processed the information as he stared at his girlfriend’s mother, even more perplexed,

“Huh.”

It was nice to know he had a soul, but now it seemed there were more possibilities. One answer leads to more questions and ideas.

‘I’m going to have to ask Cassie what she knows about Soul Rituals now…’

There wasn’t progress or evolution among the Masters, but the genies still held onto a semblance of a society and customs formed among their shared bondage and heritage. Maridallura’s references in her prior visit to ‘sorcery’ and now the functions of Sisterhood’s unspoken castes were all due to be thought out and written down. As Simon’s hazel eyes scanned the items and trinkets in his childhood companion’s room, more distracting ideas were conjured in his mind.

The awkward young man stood, not checking his towel as he rose to his feet.

A costly mistake, as the fabric came loose and dropped to reveal his erect cock with his exposed crotch. Simon only noticed the sudden breeze as Jessica squeaked at the sight of her boyfriend and mother nude in front of one another.

A fact the young man only recognized as he noticed two pairs of emerald green eyes locked on his member. He looked down at where they were staring and then paused,

“Oh. Uh….”

Out of sheer nerves, the back of his head began to feel incredibly itchy, and Simon began to scratch at it furiously as he felt blood rush to his face from the embarrassment.

“I should get dressed….”

Simon suddenly found his voice shut off when his body immediately froze up.

The reason being that Jessica’s Mother had wrapped a hand around his shaft with a slow, teasing hand to see how it felt. Now just inches apart from one another, her naked body was closer than ever, but her fingers continued to inspect his erection.

Simon felt his shoulders snap rigid and muscles threaten to spasm as the Magical MILF inspected his crotch with narrow eyes,

“Hmm….”

This was unexpected. It was also slightly terrifying trying to process all the sensory information at once. Her touch hadn’t fully grabbed his dick in a vice-grip, more like an inspection of his manhood. Her fingers were like Jessica’s, but the magic must’ve made them softer than lotion. Had she used lotion?

However, Simon’s frozen state further clenched and flinched when the alluring blonde’s hand inspected his balls. His childhood friend’s mother was fondling his nutsack and dick without warning, and sending him further into a sensory and emotional overload. He felt the hairs on his back stand up, and shocks from his nervous system made him twitch as the Marid moved from one part to the other, noticing how stiff he was.

Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe.

Jessica nearly shrieked in horror as she pushed between them and knocked the overwhelmed and nude boy back on her bed and her mother onto her feet,

“M-Mom! Stop!”

While trying to process his thoughts, he could hear the bemused and innocent tone from his girlfriend’s mother. She didn't sense anything improper and remained more perplexed by her daughter's behavior.

“I was merely curious about this ‘reward’ you spoke of before, Jessica. I desire to see what is so pleasing to you. I sense an interesting essence upon….”

Simon grunted as he snapped up and tried to control the throbbing pulses from his groin at the feeling of Maridallura’s hands. Whatever it was with genies and their skin, Mother and Daughter felt almost the same. Instead of making observations, he ran from the room to try to find his spare clothes in the Edwards Master Bathroom.

Jessica felt as if her face was about to explode as she turned red as a fresh tomato from head to toe. The genie finally dropped her own towel as she confronted the other genie who had just messed with her childhood friend.

“Mom! What the hell! You freaked him out! He’s not used to other people touching him besides me!”

Maridallura looked back at her daughter in honest confusion,

“He seemed to enjoy it from what I’ve felt, and you mentioned it as your reward. I’m only curious, Jessica. It felt quite appealing to us both, did it not?”

Jessica felt the heat flare in her cheekbones at her mother's obliviousness. At the same time, the cheerleader still pictured the sight of the genie's hands around Simon's cock, the erect shaft, the memory of the taste of his cum making her mouth water. Quickly, the younger djinn shook her head and spat back,

“Yes! But I was showing restraint!”

The cheerleader ran her hands through her hair and groaned as she rubbed her eyes and reached out telepathically to the boy in her parents’ bathroom. Simon wasn't used to being touched like that. She didn't want him to be overwhelmed or have a meltdown when stuff like that triggered him.

‘Are you okay?’

Simon's voice responded in her head a moment later, shaken, but stable,

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m good…just flailing out the energy. Lemme know what to do about your clothes.’

Jessica’s brain froze at the word.

Clothes. The stressed and drying genie groaned again, her head and eyes rolling back,

‘Right. I need to find my Mom clothes…can’t have her run around nude….’

“Jessica? Is there something you’re….”

The genie rolled her eyes again and spun quickly to grab her mother’s hand and dragged her back to the bathroom,

“No. C’mon, we need to dry our hair.”

Of course, that couldn't be easy or simple either. Jessica remained flustered due to her mother's following actions. After getting her back to the bathroom and reintroducing her to a hair dryer, Maridallura stuck the electronic device in her face, then pressed it between her bare ass cheeks once she felt the hot air. It was when the naked Marid genie attempted to push it against her bare pussy at full blast that Jessica snatched it back and dried her mother’s hair for her. With an annoyed huff, the elder blonde told her daughter it had only been because she hadn’t used “mortal devices” in nearly two decades. Still, it was hard for Jessica to ignore the relaxed smile that it brought to her mother’s face once she finally got it right.

Simon returned fully clothed in a loose long t-shirt and worn jeans as he held out the two purple pieces of stretchy elastic and lycra he retrieved from Stephanie’s closet at his girlfriend’s telepathic request.

SNAP.

Jessica bounced in her matching sports bra and dolphin shorts with a relaxed hum. The genie's golden blonde hair held up in a ponytail as she returned to her curious and confused mother,

“Here, Mom. I got you one of these sports bikinis my stepmom likes to wear for yoga. They’re stretchy enough that they should fit you for now.”

The naked djinn raised an eyebrow and then narrowed them as she once again took offense,

“Why do you insist on covering my body, Jessica?”

The Queen of Eastlake huffed and groaned at her mother's continued offense at the idea of getting dressed. She felt herself getting annoyed and responding to her djinn elder in the same tone,

“Because the mortals in my house you like to complain about will notice you if you keep walking around in the nude. Besides, this is considered skimpy anyway; all it does is cover your sensitive areas.”

Simon interjected from the open door innocently as he offered a different logic,

“So, uh...it’s designed to highlight your body when you wear it. Not the other way around. I guess, you can say it was designed for sex and sexual beings like yourself to show off!”

Jessica would’ve groaned at him, but in this case, the logic was probably better for the genie. She remembered the reaction the genie had when she saw her photos on Simon's computer during their first visit. While Maridallura raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the clothes in her daughter’s hand, Jessica went with her master's lead,

“Yeah, Mom. You’ll like wearing it! Really! It’s like the clothes Daddy used to get for you. Like the ones you saw me wear on Master's computer! You used to wear these around Daddy, right? Shouldn't be that hard. It's not like your Master's junk being stuck in you.”

Emerald and amethyst eyes widened at the mention of her former mortal lover, and she poked the synthetic fabric like a child. A moment later, she took the two purple pieces from Jessica's hand and began feeling them against her magical skin with a pleasurable shudder. Maridallura looked slightly flushed after reliving some sort of moment with her eyes closed and finally relented to her daughter,

“…Very well.”

With a bit of help from Jessica, Maridallura allowed the purple bralette to stretch over her breasts, rub against her nipples, and let the bikini bottoms snap and wrap around her hourglass waist, shapely ass, and thighs. The genie moaned and began feeling her body and the fabric up and down. Her poker face cracked as she smiled at a flood of memories,

“Oh. This clinging sensation, the way it feels against my skin, compared to the trinkets. Oh! Mortal clothing. How I’ve missed this!”

Jessica smiled and bobbed her head to reinforce the decision, “You look good, Mom! Right, Simon?”

Simon blushed and nodded, trying to avoid looking directly at her mother. The attraction was hard to ignore with both blondes,

“Y-Yeah, she’s definitely you’re Mom, Jess. Gorgeous. It’s a good color for you, Mari.”

Jessica agreed but snorted at the way Simon’s words darted in anxious discomfort from the arousal he felt.

'Dork.'

The teenage genie clapped with enthusiasm,

“Right! Now that you’re dressed, Mom. I can show you around the rest of the house!”

Without letting either her boyfriend or mother get a word in, the head cheerleader grabbed both of them by the hand and led them around the second floor of her home. Simon stuck to her like glue as they watched the elder blonde slowly reacquaint herself, but then protest at the length,

“Jessica, really! This is not necessary! I do not have time to see everything.”

The blonde girl looked at her mother and then smiled as the ever-bubbly hostess,

“Oh! Well, you’re probably hungry! Master and I were going to make dinner later, but we can get something for you!”

Her mother's voice grew more hesitant and continued to push back even though it was clear she wasn't really trying to say no,

“Jessica…really….”

The younger genie didn’t listen as she led her boyfriend and mother downstairs and into the open hall area with its large wooden floors.

“Just like you left it?”

Maridallura released herself from her daughter’s grip as she wandered around the large room. Something seemed to possess her mother in that moment, Jessica realized as she watched her glide along the floors.

The Magical MILF only paused and then squatted over a particular spot on the floor. She rubbed it with a loving and fond smile as Simon’s mind reached out.

‘Didn’t you tell me your Dad said you were born in this house?’

The Queen of Eastlake’s brain finally clicked as she looked at her mother and walked over to her,

“That’s the spot where you gave birth to me, wasn’t it?”

Maridallura nodded with a smile as she stood. She turned to the teenage genie with surprise,

“Yes. How did you….”

“Daddy told me.”

Both blonde genies smiled and shared the moment as they both tried to say something to the other. It was another heartfelt connection. The reminiscing of the moment the teenage genie entered the world.

However, the moment was interrupted by another fateful encounter.

There was a loud crash as the two genies and Master snapped their heads to the sight of Stephanie Edwards in one of her erotic French maid uniforms, frozen in place. The silver tray beneath her lay on the ground, its contents from various bottles and supplies spilled across the floor, interrupting her chores.

She had been doing precisely as her Master and Mistress wished of her, and she had been so obedient and autonomous that both teenagers realized she had been home since they returned.

The enslaved trophy wife’s grey eyes and lips became wide open. Jessica watched her Maid Doll Stepmother’s lips quiver from across the hall as she spoke, trembling. It was as if she had seen a ghost and reverted to a teenager herself when speaking,

“M-Miss Laura?”

The teenage genie’s eyes widened as she tried to register what was going on. The realization only hit her too late as the brainwashed blonde maid ran at full charge in her heels and lunged forward. Her arms quickly wrapping around Maridallura as her enhanced breasts squished with full **** against her mother’s own, and cried out in wailing tears,

“Miss Laura! Miss Laura! Miss Laura!”

Both Simon and Jessica watched with eyes widened in stunned silence as Stephanie’s lips assaulted the confused elder genie until both blonde women had their lips locked in a prolonged kiss. Only as Maridallura pulled the woman off did she look into the eyes of her mortal lover’s current wife and lick her lips. As if trying to learn everything through kissing and placing her hands on her body, Jessica watched her mother’s fingers slip underneath her stepmother’s lace into her pussy as she kissed her with her whole tongue again.

Her mother’s eyes then snapped open in utter surprise as she pressed the woman away from their make-out. The shock and confusion on her face now matched her daughter’s and her daughter’s boyfriend,

“S-Stephanie?”

The elder genie watched the maid’s face scrunch as she pressed her hands and fingers, inspecting every part of the trophy doll. Her blonde hair, breasts, lips, cheekbones, chin, and ass were all hastily examined as Maridallura breathlessly spoke,

“Your body. Only your essence and eyes are the same! What kind of mortal sorcery did you…”

Stephanie didn’t let the genie finish as she kissed and then dropped to her knees as she embraced the bare legs of the other blonde, continuing to babble on,

“I’ve missed you so much, Miss Laura! I did everything you told me to! I did exactly like you said, Miss Laura! I took care of Mistress! See?”

Jessica’s eyes suddenly widened as her stepmother pointed to her and then continued like an energetic puppy to smile up at her mother,

“She’s just like you, Miss Laura! You were right! She’s as perfect as you are, and you’re so beautiful, Miss Laura! You haven’t aged a day! But….”

Stephanie’s emotional swing suddenly became confused and **** sadness, her grey eyes wide and red from the tears built up and spilling out,

“Why did you leave her? Why did you leave me, Miss Laura? Why did you leave? Where did you go? Why did you leave me? Why, Miss Laura? WHY!”

Jessica watched as her mother lowered herself until she embraced her stepmother as a lover would. Maridallura reached out and began stroking her lower end, kisses across Stephanie’s face to soothe her in an entrancing tone,

“There, there now, my little sister. It’s alright. Shhh, Stephanie, Shhh. It’s alright, Sister. There, there. Your Sister is here.”

The teenage genie’s and master’s minds spoke in unison with one another as they watched the scene unfold with shared confusion. Emerald and hazel eyes darted at the other with the same look of surprise,

‘Sister?’

Jessica felt her realization snap as she felt Simon trying to piece together the reason for the interaction faster than she had. Her mind went back to her Stepmother’s, Father’s, and Mother’s revelations to her.

“While I volunteered and was allowed to move into the house, all I knew was that only he said he was from here and that you needed to be raised here…I remember what I was told…but those days were so chaotic I only remember some of it as a blur….”

“However, your Mother had her own excellent sense of taste. I suppose it was only fitting that she chose Stephanie to come with her. She was so loyal; of course, Laura knew her own replacement before I chose one.”

Stephanie’s voice and her father’s voice. The teenage genie suddenly shot her hand up and pointed at her mother and yelled in complete surprise,

“IT WAS YOU!”

Jessica watched her Mother and Stepmother turn from each other and look at the youngest blonde as Stephanie approached anxiously,

“Mistress?”

Meanwhile, her Mother’s eyes remained perplexed as she raised an eyebrow, curious about her daughter’s reaction for reasons that were not yet known. Jessica continued to swivel back and forth as she tugged on Simon’s shirt enough to make him lean over in surprise,

“Mom set Daddy up with Stephanie! You’re the one who told her, aren’t you! You made Stephanie become my Stepmom!”

Simon continued to look at her with his brow cocked. He wasn't trying to make his emotions drop a bucket of water on her, but the deadpan nature of her response made the cheerleader huff at him to stop. The awkward boy snapped his attention elsewhere and allowed his mind to wander as Jessica focused back on the woman in the maid uniform. Stephanie suddenly smiled and bowed to her stepdaughter with newfound energy, her grey eyes enthusiastic, while her voice responded as if the teen had been an airhead,

“Of course she was, Mistress! I’ve always obeyed Miss Laura. That’s why she’s my Big Sister!”

The Maid-Doll turned back to the other genie in the room, her maid uniform flashing the people around her without a care. Despite the changes from the wish magic, it was as if the woman's psyche had snapped back into a younger state,

“It all came back to me the moment I saw you, Miss Laura! All at once! It all came back, and I remembered! And how…How I forgot you…Was that you, Miss Laura?”

The evident confusion made the trophy wife-maid anxious,

“Why did you make me forget you, Miss Laura?”

All eyes turned to Maridallura, who only looked ready to use her magic to vanish from sight rather than continue to shudder under all the attention. The Marid djinn was ready to sink or disappear from the physical world into a pool of water or drop a smoke bomb to slip away. Jessica realized that the sudden exposure was causing her mother to feel the desire to hide, just as it had for her. The teen had never liked being cornered, and that was an inherent nature. Her mother wanted to avoid the conversation, so Simon's eyes locked on her to make sure the genie didn't try anything. The elder blonde’s eyes darted as she had her face twist between defensive outrage and paranoid fear.

Especially as Stephanie continued to look at the blonde that birthed her mistress/stepdaughter with pleading, painfully confused eyes. The more spilled from the woman's mouth, the more her stepmother became aware of the current situation,

“Why…where did you go, Miss Laura? Where have you….”

Jessica felt her heart muscles freeze up. Crud. How was she going to explain this to Stephanie without sounding crazy? Her mom had been gone for over 16 years and was walking around the house without explanation. The more Stephanie wanted answers, the more likely her mom would try to bolt or retreat to her Master's realm in a panic.

Thankfully, Simon was there with her. It was her Master that made the first move before anything else could happen.

“Stephanie. Come with me,” The boy’s voice broke through with a tone of authority that made the cheerleader shudder and feel goosebumps down her back.

Her dorkish companion's emotional waves turned cold as his eyes narrowed. Simon stopped worrying about getting in the way and took charge. His voice carried that hidden, commanding aura that sent a shiver down Jessica's spine in excitement; even with a single word,

“Now.”

Instantly, the confusion and pure heartfelt emotion was replaced on her stepmother’s face with a dumb, blank smile. The magic she had over Stephanie overrode the woman's feelings and desires with the need to serve. In an instant, the trophy wife flipped back to the Maid-Doll she had become, her voice recomposed into the flirtatious toy,

“Yes, Master.”

Both genies stared at the young man as he acknowledged them, then motioned and led the brainwashed trophy wife away to another part of the house upstairs.

‘I’m going to interrogate her. You talk to your Mom, Jess. I'll just get in the way.’

Silently, the still staring Queen of Eastlake nodded as her eyes followed him, transfixed on his mind and emotional state. Out of sight of both blondes, Jessica grabbed her mother by the hand and continued to lead her to her kitchen. In the spacious area where she and Simon once made dinner together, the teenage genie pointed to one of the chairs at the island counter with a reassuring smile to her anxious, sport bikini-clad elder,

“Sit with me, Mom. Here.”

Maridallura was shaken, her shoulders pressed inward as she shut her amethyst emerald eyes and nodded in relent.

To make it easier for her parent, Jessica then went to the fridge to find something to drink for them both. A moment later, the cheerleader sat next to her mother with two bottles of spring water. Maridallura kept her hands in her lap, occasionally squirming and touching the fabric over her showing and erect nipples. The sensation of the purple sports bra and bikini-style bottoms against her skin helped to ground her in the moment.

Jessica opened the bottle of water for her magical, mysterious mother, and then for her own, as they sat silently for a moment. How was she supposed to start this conversation? That she made Stephanie obedient to her to stop her lies and manipulations without knowing her mother's intent? Try to make her mom feel more comfortable by complimenting her on the stretched fabric she was focusing on? Marid loved being complimented. Ask how her father acted or if the man had her do certain things without knowing? No. None of that felt right.

Then, the teenager felt her cheeks warm up as she sighed and looked up,

“Mom, why did you do it?”

Jessica looked up at her mother as the elder genie’s face showed confusion, a look that made mother and daughter mirror each other once again. The teenage genie sighed as she gripped the plastic bottle more tightly in her fingers. The woman made a harem of women for her father, and Jessica felt her childhood anxiety, the flashes of fragmented memories that made her heart race.

“Stephanie, Daddy, all the other women, why did you do it? Just for the pleasure of it? Because you were homesick?”

Maridallura looked down at the floor as she sat next to her daughter, as it was her turn to remember the past. The cheerleader could see it through the sad gaze, memories recalled, and then her mother's eyes closed. Jessica watched her mother shake her head, voice soft,

“No, Jessica. It wasn’t just because of that.”

The cheerleader felt the warm hand wrap on top of hers over her exposed thigh, her mother's voice opening up slowly, fondly,

“I revealed to you already that I felt a great deal of affection, even love, for your father. I initially sought to use him as a source of knowledge of this world. I found his behavior toward me amusing, if not adorable at times. He complimented me in ways I had never heard spoken before, even as my Mistress referred to me as special, they were never as affectionate and heaped upon me. He would bring me gifts and food, gave me a place to hide away, and then taught me how to appear mortal. After he revealed himself to me completely, I decided to aid him in his goal, if only to experience more of what he wished to do. I was curious. It was enjoyable. The more I used my power, the greater the rewards became, the greater his affection and his gifts, though he had no idea I had done so. It made him more willing to do anything, and his desires fueled me further. He worshiped me even as the sisterhood joined around us. Even though I was given titles, I was unsure of how to handle when the others came to me to ask for my aid in how to please Theodore - As if I was a Matriarch, myself. I was favored, and everyone turned to me. Stephanie was the most attached to me, and Theodore said she would aide me. So, I remembered my teachings as a youngling during indoctrination.”

Maridallura held a hand over her heart with a smile,

“She who is a sister that serves, may see those as sister who submits.”

Jessica found herself staring in confusion at the statement as her mother’s eyes opened to look at her,

“As I’ve told you before, Jessica. Aside from a Master or Mistress, there is no other bond that exists or a bond that means as much to a genie as those who they consider and have recognized in themselves as their sister. There is a Sister of the Djinn, for which we are all sisters, there are the Djinn Sisterhoods of the Born Djinn like the Sisters of the Marid, there is the sisterhood of which are Djinn that serve under a Master or Mistress together.”

Maridallura smiled warmly at her daughter,

“Then there are those who are recognized as Sister by a Djinn, herself. Those who are formally recognized in deed or ritual to another, are considered as one’s Sister. That is why I refer to Stephanie as my sister, for I had her submit herself to prove her worthiness as my personal companion, assigned by Theodore. That is why she refers to me with such reverence and affection. Stephanie was not my first mortal sister, but she is the one I chose above the others. That is why I had her volunteer to move to this dwelling, as well as instructed her and encouraged her care for you when the Masters came for me.”

“So it was you who told Stephanie that if she cared for me and changed herself for Daddy, she would get to marry him.”

“Yes. No matter what happened to me, I always wanted to make sure you had what was best for you, Jessica, even though it appears I have failed at times.”

Simon waited for the blonde maid who had once been Jessica’s trophy-wife-stepmother to saunter back into her bedroom as he shut the door behind him. He was in no mood to wait around. The distress in Maridallura’s face threatened to send her back to her Master sooner than she needed to, so Jessica would have to handle her mother’s side of the story. That couldn't happen, but there were still things that needed explanation.

So, as Jessica’s Master, Simon decided to handle the other side for himself. Because of his wishes and Jessica's commands, Stephanie viewed herself as the genie’s doll and Simon as the magical girl’s owner. Just like he learned from his ability over Miss Littlewood, the teenage master knew one command from him toward her would get the older woman to answer his questions and follow orders without hesitation.

The awkward teen let out a groan as he looked at the platinum blonde in her uniform. Visions of Jessica clad as a maid in Kevin's house swirled in his head. Stephanie also noticed and was eager to pose, eager to give a peek of her cleavage, a smile as she crossed her legs, the ruffled skirt rising upward.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and waved a hand,

“Okay, first things first. Remove that uniform and put something else on.”

“Of course, Master.”

Stephanie stripped out of her uniform and returned to face him in a white, sheer nylon set of lingerie, complete with a matching choker and heels. Classically, the Edwards blonde made it an open and teasing affair. She seemed to absorb the experience from Miss Littlewood's house. She pinched the straps and tugged at the edges to smooth the fabric out, jutting her hips out. Her grey eyes were sultry, and her full lips faced him, eager to please. The young man’s face fell flat along with his shoulders,

“Jessica told you what I liked, didn’t she?”

Even though Stephanie wasn't her old self, that wouldn't stop Jessica from sharing things with her. They had that sibling relationship more than parent and child. Mr. Edwards married her when she was a caretaker, not a maternal influence for the Queen of Eastlake.

The half-naked doll's voice giggled and let out a bubbly purr he was familiar with,

“Of course she did, Master! Mistress wishes me to please you alongside her. It’ll be like the old days, I’ll even play the babysitter role again if you want me to, Master. I’m a Doll that loves to be played with by those that own me.”

If they weren't in their situation, Simon felt as though he could experiment further. Jessica's magic had a retcon effect, and the changes to someone else, incorporated into that person's personality, were fascinating to observe in their own right. Stephanie’s old personality had adapted to her new mentality as she flirted by leaning forward and teasingly pulling at her bra straps. However, she still showed her newfound arousal and submissiveness toward her stepdaughter's childhood friend.

“How may I be of service?”

Simon reminded himself that, regardless of her current situation, this was still the same woman who had manipulated Jessica in her childhood, who had just revealed more secrets, like her relationship to Maridallura. Not amused by the flirtatious, the male teenager crossed his arms and continued to use his over six feet in height to tower over his ****’s doll with an intense stare,

“You’re going to tell me your relationship with Jessica’s Mother. For instance, how did you know it was her?”

Stephanie adjusted to standing upright, her body assuming the Barbie-like pose. Her grey eyes hazed over and as if he could hear the click of the gears in her brain, Stephanie let out a soft moan before she clasped her sheer, gloved hands in front of her breasts. Her voice trembled and quivered as she took on an adoring whisper like a classmate at school rather than an adult,

“Miss Laura…she’s finally back….”

Simon watched as the woman moaned, reaching down to the hem of her lingerie and one of her modified breasts. The woman bit her lip lost in a memory,

"Miss Laura...."

He repeated his question,

“How did you know, Steph?”

The woman looked entranced as she looked up at her stepdaughter’s childhood friend with lustful, fogged, and teary eyes. She was possessed by something else, but still compelled to answer him,

“I’d never thought I’d see her again, Master. Everything came back to me the moment my eyes saw her. She hasn’t aged a day...."

Stephanie's arousal became too hot to ignore as she continued to touch herself, feeling her bare skin with the gloves, hoping to masturbate as she darted to the bulge in Simon's pants,

"...My Goddess...Miss Laura is just as perfect as I remember. My Big Sister…she was everything to me….”

Wow. Simon kept his face frozen and hazel eyes locked, but this wasn't just the usual flirtations or spike in arousal.

Despite the changes he made and his genie's newfound ownership status, the awkward teen had never seen Jessica’s stepmother act this way, ever. She had the body language and actions of a younger woman who seemed lost and without a sense of independence. Her face turned a deeper shade of red, and she was **** to relieve herself, squirming in a manner that reminded him of his girlfriend involving her magic.

He'd have to be more direct.

"Tell me how you met Jessica's Mom. That's an order."

Stephanie bowed her head and spun to walk toward the bed, and stopped to face the boy again. She dropped to her knees as her body began to twerk and stretch to expend whatever energy and heat was building inside her - compelled to obey, she looked back at him,

“I...I-I took the job with Teddy when I was in college. My friends were more interested in him, but it was during my interview that I met her. Oh god, Miss Laura!"

The trophy wife whipped her hair up as she arched her back and sank her mind deep into the aroused memory,

"Master. Miss Laura…she was otherworldly. Everything about her was perfect. The way she dressed, the way she walked, it was like seeing a goddess. She was beauty and power incarnate; the way she entered a room to flirt with Teddy, she commanded everything. No man or woman could take their eyes off her! At first, I was going for a simple housekeeping job like my roommates, but I wound up taking the job as her assistant. I got to spend more time with her!”

She gasped out of arousal, her grey eyes widened as she moved closer to Jessica’s childhood companion. Her hands rubbing the white nylon on her body, fingering her pussy,

“No one but Teddy saw her like I did! I couldn't believe someone like her was ever real. Miss Laura was perfect, and all I wanted was to be like her the moment I began working for her. She asked me so many questions about simple things, things about me, things that I thought made no sense for someone like her. Then she asked me what I wished for, what I desired, and over time, it didn’t matter what it was, I would do whatever she wanted or asked of me. I humiliated myself endlessly trying to please her. I became so devoted to her. I complimented her endlessly, and I did things I thought I would never be able to do. It didn’t matter. Miss Laura cared about me, trusted me, and with her, I was above my friends when it came to Theodore. I stopped going home and basically moved in with them. I did everything for Miss Laura, Master! She even asked me to do something that would make us closer, prove myself completely, and she started calling me her Sister! She was my family from that point on. I can't see or think of her as anything else. I feel her inside me whenever she is close! She was my Big Sister and I was her Little Sister!”

Simon watched as the blonde woman’s knees buckled in her stockings and she continued to play with herself and tug a finger in her enhanced lips while writhing in pleasure and ecstasy on her carpet. Without warning, she snapped back to her feet, reassuming her doll-like posture, and began to strut the invisible catwalk her legs found themselves on. Her grey eyes rolled back as another aroused moan escaped the maid doll’s lips as she began to pace with more anxiety and confusion, even as her sauntering walk as Jessica’s sex-doll never ceased, as if trying to use her magically induced programming to sate the arousal in her own body and mind.

“How could I forget Miss Laura? I would never forget Miss Laura…I love Miss Laura! Miss Laura…why has she been gone for so long…she was my big sister…I did everything like she said and I….”

The young man had no time for babbling, but he could make out a general theme. It matched what happened to both Mr. Edwards and Maridallura’s stories, as told to Jessica.

Stephanie had altered memories that were only removed once her eyes saw Mother and Daughter together.

“Mrs. Ed….”

He caught himself, “Steph.”

The doll paused again and looked at the perplexed teenager in her bedroom,

“What exactly did Jessica’s Mom tell you to do before she disappeared? Tell me what you remember happening right before she left.”

Stephanie’s face softened, and she lowered her head and approached the teenage Master again as her arms instinctively wrapped underneath her bra and pressed her breasts upward into the boy’s face,

“I remember…I moved in with Theodore and Miss Laura right after Mistress was born. She was so radiant, glowing, and more angelic than I thought possible. I helped her prepare for motherhood, so when I finally saw her I could tell something had changed.”

The genie’s stepmother looked up at Simon and smiled,

“Miss Laura loved Jessica, Master. She loved her more than anything else I’ve seen, and she never left her side. She was such a focused and caring mother that when she talked about helping raise Mistress that it seemed laughable to me. I could never be a Mother like her – let alone a Mother for Mistress.”

Stephanie smiled fondly,

“Miss Laura said I didn’t have to be, and to treat Jessica as a Sister. A Sister like I was for her. Mistress has always been my baby sister, and always will be. Miss Laura is my Big Sister, Mistress Jessica is my Baby Sister.”

The young man’s eyes widened as the realization dawned on him as the brainwashed trophy wife’s honey-soaked words dripped out of her with each memory that returned to her. She was reciting it like a meditation and mantra,

“…I must take care of Jessica, through Jessica I will earn Theodore. Do what Theodore desires, become what he desires, and I will be rewarded. Raise Jessica as Theodore’s Daughter, will you do this as you make my wish, Sister?”

Simon's brow rose as he realized that she was repeating what was most likely Maridallura's words to her. However, in doing so, the white lingerie-clad doll looked puzzled by it before she continued revealing more of her returning memory,

“It was always our tradition. Miss Laura asked me to write down every wish from the others I heard, to share them with her every morning and evening, picking and choosing before making me make the wish. She always made it sound so important, to help people achieve their goals, their dreams, their desires, but Miss Laura always took care of us. She always looked after the ones she said were her sisters the most. It’s always been so important to her, but that night, that last night I never understood why….”

Simon looked away as he contemplated everything that had been told. Jessica’s recollection and realization downstairs was more than the truth. He watched the trophy wife stare off as she returned to an attentive state, but closer in proximity. He felt his face heat up in seeing her so close as the rumination reminded him of who the doll in front of him was.

Stephanie Edwards was once the pretty woman that used to babysit his genie and himself when Simon was a child. He remembered an older sister type that would take both of the tiny and young versions of the genie and her Master to the zoo in the city and followed it up with ice cream. The days in the backyard swimming pool where the young woman tanned in a skimpy bikini as he and Jessica swam with their floaties.

Even then, as the manipulative trophy wife, Simon realized she was already the plaything of genies and magic. The consequences of wishes that bounced into one another and made her do what Maridallura probably had not understood, or intended without knowing the chaotic potential. A genie using a young woman as a springboard to adapt to the mortal realm as she had with Jessica's father.

The Harem of Theodore Edwards wasn’t just his harem. It was also a source of recruits for Maridallura’s Mortal Sisterhood.

Stephanie was young woman that went looking for a summer job for a handsome, young venture capitalist on the rise, and emerged the unwitting handmaiden and sex-doll servant of an All-Powerful Genie.

She was hardly the first or the last. However, while lost in his rumination, his genie's stepmother caught him off guard.

“It was you, wasn’t it, Simon?”

Simon looked up at his girlfriend’s stepmother as the lustful gaze turned into a look of adoration. An epiphany that made her grey eyes wide and horny as she squeezed her breasts,

“That’s why Mistress has been around you, why she needs you, why we must do as you say, why you are our Master now. You’ve always been the key…no wonder you make me hornier than Theodore!”

The awkward teenager felt a knot in his throat as Stephanie’s breathless voice turned into a sexual sauntering sprint that caused the trophy wife to embrace him in excitement. Simon felt his eyes widen as he felt her breasts squished against his chest, legs against his waist as the woman’s grey eyes stared up at him with euphoria,

“When Miss Laura was here, Jessica was the happiest child in the world. When she was gone, Jessica missed her, they were so close that she was such a miserable little thing without her. It was unbearable! I tried everything to make her smile, and Theodore could only comfort her for so long, but not long enough to make her like she was. I couldn't make her smile like she was with Miss Laura. Mistress was only happy again when you entered her life. You were our little buddy boy! So sweet, so loyal! I began to think you were a problem because she was so dependent on you. I was wrong, Master. Forgive me. Forgive your old naughty babysitter, Master. Now that you’re back, Miss Laura has come back! Now she can tell everyone, and Theodore will be so thrilled. Once he sees her, I’m sure….”

Focus returned as Simon grabbed the back of the woman’s white panties and tugged upward to interrupt, before she could kneel while reaching to pull down his pants. His heartbeat increased, but he focused the heat in his face into letting the dominant urges and intensity of his own power and control,

“Stephanie. You will tell no one of Jessica’s Mother returning. You may talk to Jess about it if you are alone, or you may do so in the presence of myself, Allura, or her, but no one else. You will say nothing and you will share nothing. That’s an order.”

The Doll stance and smile returned as the aroused trophy doll acknowledged her new, young owner,

“Yes, Master.”

Simon released Stephanie from the wedgie and exhaled with an intense huff. He scratched the back of his head quickly and intensely to hit the itchy patch of nerves on his scalp. The teenage master couldn't just let his girlfriend's trophy wife and return to the other two Edwards blondes in the house.

Especially when his mind reminded him of another woman entangled in the web. He should probably make sure that things weren't getting out of hand on that front either. He rolled out his neck and took a moment to breathe,

“Good. Now, before we go back to Jess and her mom in the kitchen, we need to talk about some other things. Including your new girlfriend.”

Almost instantly, the doll-like posture was replaced by Stephanie’s familiar demeanor. An eager and flirtatious smile returned as a teasing giggle emerged in her tone of voice,

“Oh? Has my Kimmy been a naughty girl for me? What would you like to know about my sexy little teacher, Master?”

Well, that was a sign that Jessica's command to engage in an affair was progressing between the two. It wasn't until Kevin had brought it up that he had even considered Miss Littlewood's baggage. Stephanie was already talented at gathering gossip and passing along information. Why not include her newest relationship?

“I need you to get more background details on her. Family members, upbringing. Her Mom should be familiar since….”

The blonde suddenly let out a laugh and flipped her hair flirtatiously. Stephanie Edwards may have been made her stepdaughter’s devoted maid-****, a human doll, but Simon could recognize that personality that it made him grown internally,

“Master, Sweetie, I pride myself in getting intimately close with my lovers. Especially when Mistress ordered me to treat my bae as I would with Theodore. After preparing and being with her on our first date, whatever Kimmy-Doll told Mistress about her past, trust me.”

The blonde on her heels, reached up and whispered in the young man’s ear,

“Neither of you know the half of it. My sweet little Kimmy has so much baggage.”

Simon sighed.

Great.