Midterm Cramming

Jessica smiled back as she pressed her hands over her knees. The cheerleader looked at her Mother and smiled in an attempt to reassure her, but the elder blonde was still looking distressed about something.

The obvious being she hadn't expected to come back, or what would've happened when she left,

“At least you tried, though, Mom. You couldn’t have known what would’ve happened when they started to lose their memories of you or had changed behaviors.”

Still processing everything Maridallura had confessed to – combined with Simon’s telepathic relay of his conversation with her stepmother - the young genie curled her legs up and hugged them close to her chest. She rested her chin upon her knees as she continued to speak and look at the floor beneath her on the high bar-stool chair.

“Are you angry with me? For having Master do what he did to your sister? I just….”

The younger blonde squirmed as her mouth pursed as she spoke to her mother. The feelings that had caused her to react and act as she did, the justification for them,

“I was tired of being lied to. I didn’t want to be manipulated by her anymore. I wanted her to be the doll for a change. She didn’t remember you being the one who told her to do what she did, or that you even existed. I didn’t know anything about that.”

The Queen of Eastlake felt a soft hand move to part her hair behind her ear and hold her cheek with tender touches,

“As long as it was your decision and your desire that made Stephanie closer to you, Jessica, I cannot feel anger toward you. Even though she is my sister, she is still a mortal, but you are my daughter, my beloved child. Your magic upon her causes me far less distress than the physical sorcery used to alter herself. I granted her many gifts, but only when I looked upon her eyes did I recognize her.”

The teenager’s emerald eyes glanced over to the confused face of her mother as it was Maridallura’s turn to look down at her own folded hands on her knees. The magical MILF had trouble wrapping her head around how different Stephanie must've looked before Jessica could remember.

“My sister was lovely as she was. I do not understand why she would do such a thing to herself.”

The younger genie scoffed at her Mother’s apparent innocence as to why Stephanie had all the work done to make her into the perfect blonde trophy wife. The reason was staring the teenager in the face as her mother raised a hand to inspect the strap of her sports bra.

“Really? She did it to look more like you, Mom. You told her if she did what you said and became what Daddy desired, she’d have him over the others you gave him. Daddy’s not even able to remember everything, but he remembers enough that he still desires you even now! Steph knew and took that literally! She wanted to be just like you as much as possible!”

Jessica watched as her mother's unique eyes widened. The elder djinn attempted to process both the knowledge that her father still wanted her and that Stephanie wanted to become her. Maridallura seemed to blush and fidget with the purple sports bikini's slick fabric again.

“I do not know whether to be touched, honored, or concerned with such behavior or desires, Jessica.”

The cheerleader rubbed the back of her neck as she tried to come up with an answer,

“I don't remember what she used to look like because I was too young, so I’ve always known Steph to look like that. People sometimes said we looked like actual sisters because our ages aren’t that far off, and our appearances are similar. If you really considered her your sister and she knew that, I think Steph would try hard to make you proud.”

A soft smile finally cracked through as Maridallura glanced back at her daughter,

“I suppose that it is somewhat flattering to hear that a sister as eager as Stephanie has sought to bring herself more in line with a genie’s appearance as much as she is capable of as a mortal. I do not understand how the mortals are capable of it, but if that is due to my absence or desire to be like me, I can begin to....”

A great sadness then pulled the smile away as Jessica could see the trauma build up in her mother’s eyes once more,

“It is better that she is different. I do not believe I would be able to handle her as she was after…after my Master….”

Maridallura became shaken and shuddered once more as she clenched her eyes shut tightly to escape the vision and voices that clouded her mind. The ones Jessica could not hear. Her face relaxed into a depressed and sad gaze upon the counter,

“Stephanie is still a mortal, and she was to raise you until the moment you were able to learn of your heritage. You may do whatever you wish with her, Jessica.”

It had only been a couple of interactions, but the Queen of Eastlake was very good at picking up the tells, even without Simon’s habit of observation. It took conversing with the dorky boy and sharing their opinions when alone, but because of that, her Mother was an open book to her. Maridallura dismissed and discounted her former life on Earth as a defense mechanism to protect herself from the abuse suffered at the hands of her jailers, her Master, and his favorite genie.

It wasn't in doubt. Jessica knew her mother would take Stephanie as her sister over the Elder Sister she currently suffered under in a heartbeat. She also wouldn't have tried to distance herself, but that was another tell.

Jessica knew her mother's master had tortured her with visions of what she left behind as amusement - and it made the teenager feel rage. Her mother seemed to notice the moment the cheerleader's fingers instinctively balled up into a fist.

"It's good to have sisters as a Djinn, Jessica."

The words made the teenage genie pause and remember something else on her mind.

A Sister who was recognized by a genie as their sister just meant more than the others. In her heart, the blonde girl could feel it as a fundamental truth, as her mother had explained it. The importance of the Djinn's Definition of a Sister was more than that of a mortal one. There were no other titles that they could have - save for their Master or Mistress – except for Jessica Edwards and Maridallura.

As far as the most popular girl in Eastlake High knew, she was the only genie in existence who had a mother.

The blonde girl felt her face begin to heat up from the rising warmth in her body. The cheerleader turned into a bundle of nerves as she felt the urges rise up from her body. With the heat from below came the thoughts of those closest to her. However, given her mother's relationship with her stepmother, she needed to know,

“Mom? If I wanted to do what you did with Stephanie, but with people Master and I desired or cared about, would you be angry with me?”

Immediately, the change in Maridallura was noticeable. The sudden shedding of anxiety and regret for a mask of surprise and curiosity worked in unison. The elder djinn's brow raised as her unique eyes placed sole focus on her daughter,

“Are you saying there is a mortal you consider worthy enough to become your sister, Jessica?”

The teenager looked away, squirming and blushing as the shyness of admitting such a thing to her mother made her feel like a kid again. The need to curl back into a ball grew stronger as she looked at the empty water bottle on the table, her hands doing their best to resist covering her face and the growing blush.

“I mean, I know a couple, but there’s one in particular....It’s just complicated….”

Maridallura guided her daughter’s emerald orbs back to the sight of her warm and gentle smile,

“There’s nothing complicated about how we feel, Jessica. If you feel she is worthy of the title of sister, you will test her. Should she submit and pass that which only you consider a true show of worth, she will be your sister. There is nothing else to say. Aside from your Master for which you have declared, or even myself if I am fortunate as you say, then there will be no stronger bond than that of a chosen sister, Jessica.”

The glow of her mother’s aura was nearly so intense that Jessica didn’t need to awaken her senses to see it. This was an emotionally powerful and meaningful topic for the elder genie. The feeling of intimacy in Maridallura’s words was nearly overwhelming to her still-learning daughter. The cheerleader turned and bowed her head as she allowed herself to imagine what it would feel like-or be like.

A test to prove worthy enough to be recognized as the ‘Sister of the Queen of Eastlake’ sounded like something that the spoiled-rotten, incredibly popular, Prom Queen-Seeking, Head Cheerleader persona she held onto would do at a sleepover for tryouts or if she took over a college sorority house.

And yet for her genie heritage, for the servants of creation, for the Marid soul she held, it carried the weight of untold years and the symbolism it held.

A shared bond. A companionship worth an Immortal Being’s affection.

Jessica smiled with her eyes closed. Her face continued to feel warm as she imagined or feel her urges conjure what it would be like. Then Maridallura interrupted again,

“I didn’t tell him.”

“Hm?”

The cheerleader opened her eyes and saw her mother frown, eyes moving to gaze off to the side for a moment as she spoke of Simon again,

“Like you asked, Jessica. I didn’t tell the boy…your Master…about the Ghul, the Ghula.”

Oh. Right. That.

Jessica felt her shoulders stiffen as she looked back to see her Mother’s eyes filled with concern at the teenage genie while her frown reappeared. The cheerleader glanced back at her as the blonde in a purple athletic bikini repeated,

“He didn’t seem to notice you leaving that out. You do not wish to tell him of what could happen to you if….”

The teenager’s tongue was quick to interject as she looked away from her mother,

“I don’t want him to worry about that.”

Simon didn’t need to worry about things like that. It would only be a greater distraction if he knew. Jessica leaned forward over her kitchen island’s counter and propped her head on her arms. She rested her elbows on the smooth marble of the countertop and made sure to turn and glance at the elder djinn next to her.

“Master loves me, he’s always loved me. I don’t want him to worry about that when he’s so focused on doing everything else to save you for me and with having to deal with everything that comes with being my Master.”

Simon hadn’t said a word about what she had brought up or revealed at Kevin’s House. He hadn’t asked about her reaction to the Ghul, and she hadn’t said anything when he asked on the plane ride back to the States. He’d think it was laughable or a lie, but if it was true, if the possibility that their love and longing for one another as childhood friends threatened to corrupt Jessica into a fanatical monster lost to her own love for him more than she already was? Could he handle that? Would she even risk that?

Jessica was determined to keep her promise. She was not going to leave him again. The Queen of Eastlake would do anything to ensure that. So, when looking at her mother’s discomfort, her anxiety about what she could become, the cheerleader let out a deep sigh from her nostrils as she spoke to her mother,

“Maybe it would be better if I did become one. It would keep that monster from ripping me away from everyone, even if we did lose. Your master wouldn’t want an obsessed ghula. Especially if they were corrupted by a ‘mortal’ of all things, right?”

Maridallura’s eyes widened, and she leaned forward with the returning features of her anxiety in voice and facial muscles,

“Jessica, you mustn’t let yourself feel that way. The Ghula are a horrific and….”

The teenage genie was quick to pour cold water on her mother’s continued warnings0,

“Have you even met one, Mom?”

Jessica bent her head to look at the elder djinn who went silent. Her amethyst and emerald eyes were wide but soon looked away as her teeth slowly appeared to bite her lower lip. The cheerleader asked again bluntly,

“You’re almost over 1500 years old, Mom. Have you even met a Ghula?”

Eternally young despite her age, Maridallura’s face squirmed, her shoulders shrank inward, her breasts and cleavage lowered into the tight hold of the purple sports bra, the matching bikini bottoms disappearing as her statuesque legs pressed together while her hands rested over her knees. The Marid looked down at her hands and away from her daughter, and her voice took on a softer quality,

“No. I have not…just stories told to me by those that have, Jessica.”

Her mother’s sadness and turmoil began to bubble up to the surface as she looked unsure of how to counter her daughter’s questions. She was an all-powerful being, but at the same time, Jessica could see the same doubts, anxieties, and struggles that plagued her. Neither of them were human, but they still cared deeply.

Jessica sighed again and reached for her mom’s hand,

“I didn’t mean that to be harsh. I’m sorry, Mother.”

A small smile appeared on the older blonde’s lips as she looked at her daughter. As they closed the distance between each other, a hand hesitantly reached forward and then slowly placed itself on Jessica’s back. A pause as she felt the young djinn’s skin and then rubbed circles across her torso,

“Your mortal upbringing has given you a way of seeing and experiencing things very few Djinn have lived or even held onto, Jessica. I wish I could understand and experience the things you have. I want to understand and be alongside you. I have had so little time to recall our interactions. There are so many things I still have trouble understanding or that make little sense to me in this realm as they do for you, but…I want to.”

She could see her mother smile even as the pain that was apparent as it was before caused the genie’s voice to crack,

“You are so very precious to me, Jessica. I had hoped to spare you from this fate; it’s so very hard to feel anything but the dread of the inevitability of what our interactions will bring. Yet, it was because of you bringing me back that I was able to dream of something happy again. Teaching you to be a genie was something I had not realized I longed to do. The best way for me to protect you now is to train you. So, you are correct; we must not waste any time on unnecessary things.”

Her mother’s fingers on her back changed from soft and gentle to firm. Jessica felt a shiver as Maridallura’s smile and voice changed again. She could feel her mother’s pressure on her skin and spine teasingly as her eyes narrowed,

“Until just now, you have failed to refer to me in the proper vernacular upon my return.”

Jessica felt a knot in her throat as her arms froze up and her body hiccupped as a response to her heart beginning to pulse rapidly. Her mother’s smile and eyes were followed by the feeling of the djinn in the purple bikini snaking herself closer and closer,

“B-Bu-But we-we weren’t training y-yet and….”

Maridallura let out an aggressive, familiar giggle to the Queen of Eastlake as she amusedly spoke to her daughter again,

“A genie does not make excuses, Jessica. Stand up.”

The panicked cheerleader felt her face burn as she quickly kicked the highchair back, nearly jumping out of it to stand at attention, eyes quickly darting down to her chest and the visible cleavage from her own white sports bra. Jessica’s heart raced as her face burned, trying to keep composed. Especially after she failed to do so the first time. She had learned the hard way of not obeying her Mother’s strict demands at Simon’s house.

“Y-Yes, Mother!”

The sweat began to trickle from the blonde teen’s forehead, and she swallowed another gulp of bundled nerves. It was harder to control when Maridallura’s hand began to stroke against her daughter’s ass with a smile. Her fingers then moved and danced up her back along her spinal column. Jessica shivered but then felt a tickling sensation as the elder djinn continued before pressing a long fingernail in between her shoulder blades.

It was an inspection.

“Still quite raw, but much more developed than I expected. Whatever you let the boy put you through to help you has borne fruit in you, daughter.”

Jessica bit her lip, embarrassed as she remembered the various activities that Simon had pushed her through to unlock and sense her magic,

“Master has been working me around the clock, Mother. We’ve continued to push one another to get better at our roles.”

Maridallura’s voice became dismissive at her daughter’s attempt to show progress,

“Had I been here to raise you properly, you would have reached this point before most mortals lose their first set of teeth.”

The cheerleader managed to hold back the flinch that came from when her mother became more arrogant and demanding. Though Jessica was intimidated most by Maridallura was when she saw the smile.

The same smile her daughter had worn on her face when she crushed someone like a bug before they could realize her heel was already landing. The look of a Queen Bitch that looked down on something she knew was beneath her. The one that Jessica first saw when she thought she dodged her mother the first time they sparred. As if telling the poor soul to lick their feet or shoes as fast as they could, begging for mercy that would never come.

“I still do not know what that mortal is planning, but his presence will be necessary for this if you are to get it right. So, he will be joining you this time.”

Jessica gulped as her throat went dry again. Simon would be part of the training? What would that entail? What was she going to do and what would she….

“Miss Laura!”

Thankfully, her mother spoke of the devil.

Out of nowhere, Stephanie, in her white sheer lingerie, leaped at Maridallura and wrapped her arms around her as her heels clacked loudly. The action interrupted the interaction between the instructor-genie and the pupil as Maridallura’s eyes widened. Stephanie wrapped around and kissed the elder Marid as she straddled her. Her enhanced breasts squeezed against the surprised genie’s side,

“Stephanie!”

“Miss Laura!”

Jessica sighed in relief as she looked up and saw her Master’s outline.

Simon appeared from behind as Stephanie made her presence known, his face strained from the interrogation he had launched upstairs. The teenage genie watched as the tall boy marched to the fridge immediately and found a bottle of water that he quickly downed in a few seconds. His face made it look as though the upstairs AC had gone out. Checking his emotions, Jessica felt the frustration, annoyance, embarrassment, and flustered relief as she watched her awkward dork of a Master gasp out as he finished inhaling the liquid and leaned against the counter next to her.

“Welcome back, Master. Did you learn anything?”

Her boyfriend’s hazel eyes flashed briefly as a light laugh escaped his parted lips as he continued to stare out the window behind his girlfriend, as he opened another bottle of water. Simon quickly gulped down half of it and slumped over next to her,

“You don’t know the half of it….”

Jessica turned back to where Simon glanced off toward her mother in the chair next to her as Stephanie’s voice continued to prattle on. It was hard to grasp that her sexed-up stepmother was sitting in her mother’s lap, squeezing against her as the elder genie gave a diplomatic, but uncomfortable smile, looking into Stephanie’s grey eyes.

‘How about you?’

Her Master telepathically asked not to draw attention. Simon’s mental voice caused Jessica to spin back around to face him as the blonde teen smiled brightly,

‘Mom told me more about the concept of Genie Sisters before getting impatient again. You came in just the nick of time! Turns out she wants you involved this time.’

Simon sighed as he began to scratch at the back of his head again furiously and slumped toward the cheerleader,

‘I’m about to get my ass kicked, aren’t I?’

An emerald eye gave a teasing wink,

‘Aw! Poor baby! But hey! You have my ring, you’re immune to….’

“M-Miss Laura!”

Stephanie’s gasping and sudden cry caused both teenagers to snap their attention and eyes back to the two other blonde Edwards. It had only been a minute at most, but now the elder genie had Stephanie’s legs straddling her in her lap, unable to move. The blonde marid’s magical hands and fingers were driving around the woman’s pleasure points over and under her white fabric. Maridallura savoring the air as she tried either to memorize or remember the sensation of the white sheer on the Maid Doll’s body, but the possessive grip wasn’t out of affection.

The eyes of Jessica’s mother were wide, she refused to release Stephanie, making her squirm even more as her hands danced over the woman who continued to moan out in both pain and pleasure.

“Would you ever hurt me, Sister? Abuse me? Betray me?”

The words were filled with pain and desperation, as Stephanie shook her head,

“Never! I would never hurt you, Miss Laura, not in a million-AH!”

The genie viciously pinched the nipples and clit of her daughter’s stepmother as she hissed. Stephanie spasmed and cried out in maddening ecstasy and pain as Maridallura gripped her tightly, tears swelling in her eyes,

“You did though…again and again…I had to watch…they made you…he made me…you hurt me.”

“M-Miss LaurAHHH AHHH!”

Jessica felt her face drain of blood as she looked confused by her mother’s sudden change in demeanor. She was so possessive of Stephanie at that moment, but she couldn’t tell why. Was she trying to hurt her or hold her like a body pillow?

“Illusion…real…fake…real….”

Her Master’s voice, still tuned in her mind, had another observation,

‘Shit. Is that PTSD?’

‘What?’

Before Jessica could get an answer, her boyfriend’s hand smacked the counter,

“Stephanie, get off!” Simon quickly barked as the blonde woman nodded, earning the glare and the ire of Jessica’s mother as her teared-up, glowing eyes shot at him full of hostility and paranoia. Before Stephanie could obey, her mother clutched her down tightly,

“Don’t interfere with me, mortal! You don’t know what I’ve suffered th-….”

Ordering Stephanie wasn’t going to accomplish anything, so Jessica swung to her left and clutched her mother’s face with both hands. The sudden feeling made her mother’s eyes look up into her emerald orbs. Jessica made sure to be gentile and moved her thumbs softly at the edges of her mother’s eyes. The teenage genie reached out and spoke softly to her elder,

“Mother. Let go of my Doll.”

The rage cracked back into vulnerability, and Maridallura’s eyes trembled back into their original, shaken state. The magical power faded along with the glow as she recognized her daughter. The elder djinn’s face scrunched as Jessica’s voice allowed her arms to relax and relent for Stephanie to follow Simon’s command as she rose from Maridallura’s arms.

“J-Jessica…I-I….”

“It’s okay, Mom. She’s the real Steph. Not a trick. She’s the real one.”

The traumatized elder closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Jessica rubbed her thumbs over her cheekbones with a reassuring smile. Maridallura stood up with her hands folded in front of her, then kissed Stephanie on the lips, a shared sense of longing displayed by the tongues of Theodore Edwards’ Wives.

Though erotic, the tenderness was all the apology necessary.

“We will talk when I am able to, Sister. I’m sure you have much to tell me.”

Stephanie smiled through her own arousal with excitement,

“Y-Yes. Yes, Miss Laura! I’ll tell you everything….”

Maridallura shared one last smile and turned to face the teenagers again with her earlier resolve,

“Now. Jessica…Boy…let’s see how ready you are.”

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“Master, quit staring at my ass.”

Simon’s eyes snapped up after he watched his genie’s bottom wiggle rapidly in a manner to snap him from staring. The cheerleader's peach-shaped bottom was hugged tightly to those dolphin shorts, so it was hard not to look at the spot he constantly placed his hand on when they were together. But now wasn't one of those times. Jessica’s voice was hushed, but she said it quickly and sharply enough to get his attention. Her emerald eyes had hardened, although he could still see the way her pupils trembled with suppressed anxiety.

They weren't in her kitchen anymore, but the spacious backyard behind the Edwards home that led from the large grass field and hill with a few well-placed trees, which then followed a cobblestone path into a nearby woodland. Jessica's deck and porch were behind them, but the undeveloped land behind her house reminded the Harris boy how much land her family owned. Simon could still see the swing attached to the large tree branch further behind the empty stretch of hills and unused land that led to the woods further beyond the Edwards Mansion House. Closer was the patch of dirt and discarded wooden planks near the backyard patio and deck where the sandbox had been.

Even after moving out onto the mowed grass, the teenage master's eyes wandered to the stretching figure of his girlfriend.

He sighed briefly. Simon couldn’t help it.

The blonde angel that had once been his childhood companion had grown up to inherit a fantastic ass. The distraction was more self-inflicted when it came to the power to dress her. He thought the dolphin shorts would be less of a distraction than the iconic-style leisure and lounge apparel he intended.

But it didn't matter what she was dressed in.

Jessica Edwards had the eternal focus of his photographic eye, she knew that.

If Simon gave in to the corrupting influences of power and perverse desire like Kevin had, then he’d have a whole house full of….

The boy slapped his forehead to snap himself out of it.

Too late. Thanks to his girlfriend, he already had a house full of scantily clad women, and membership was increasing....

It wasn’t the time or the place to focus on that, though.

Simon wasn’t exactly sure what was about to happen. Maridallura had been inspecting the ground and then strutting barefoot on the grass as she paced back and forth. The tight purple sports bra and matching bikini bottom didn't help things, but she wasn't fazed by it in the slightest. She was too intense, too focused. The Mother of Jessica Edwards never let her guard or newfound demeanor drop. She was in teaching mode for Jessica, which explained why Jessica was so nervous.

The Head Cheerleader in front of him seemed very aware of what was about to happen. She had been through this before that first night; her Master was only there for the end result.

This wouldn’t be any easier. Jessica bounced her feet and shook herself loose, attempting to mimic his sister, who knew how to fight someone else. Sam’s training dummy had always been her brother, but she was overprotective enough also to try to teach her friends some moves to avoid trouble. One of the many downsides to being attractive and female was the awareness of many unwanted suitors. It made the Stalker label even more painful for him when it was a lie, but other members of his gender were also to blame. Kevin wasn’t entirely blameless or a victim in that regard.

He was probably going to be punished for that as well. Jessica was intimidated enough by her mother’s training demeanor, but now it was focused on him. Simon looked between mother and daughter as he tried to remember what was about to happen,

“Are you sure about….”

“Silence, Boy!”

Right.

Maridallura’s condescending and stern scolding at the sound of Simon’s voice made it clear to him that she was the one running the show for the time being.

The statuesque bombshell blonde, whom her daughter had inherited much from, took an authoritative pose in her borrowed purple workout bikini, adjusting the bra strap on her right shoulder as she looked to her daughter,

“You say you’ve developed your senses, Jessica?”

Simon watched as his girlfriend nodded her head and responded,

“Yes, Mother.”

The elder genie smirked wryly, humored by potential amusement, but even from his vantage, Simon could see the pride in the distantly placed Marid’s emerald and amethyst eyes. The magical being didn’t even raise her brow,

“Then show me, daughter.”

The teenager master’s hazel eyes shifted back to the teenage genie as Jessica stood briefly on her tiptoes as if to inhale a deep breath, the young blonde’s voice uttered a soft moan as her skin shivered with goosebumps, but she slowly descended back onto her feet as if her heels floated down instead of dropping.

Simon did not have magical senses of his own being a human, but the awkward teen was still perceptive enough to notice the change in his beloved’s body language. She was relaxed in the muscles in her shoulders, her hands jutted out at her sides attentively, but also as if she was about to let water pass through her fingers. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as Simon felt or sensed the arousal, the desires of a genie being closer to him physically. If Jessica looked back at him in that moment, with the enrapt-looking gaze he had seen from her before, he’d be erect in an instant.

Which is why she didn’t.

Simon could see she was focused on something else.

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Her Mother’s Aura.

It was a beautiful sight, so different from the others she had seen. Because Maridallura was a genie, and she carried with her the essence and spirit of creation itself, their heritage. Now Jessica was capable of truly seeing what she was.

Unlike a simple aura, her mother’s body was nearly as bathed in golden light as her hair, amethyst-purple and emerald-green smoke danced with every step of her toes. The colors reflected in light that trailed down her arms and legs like trails of water on her skin. Jessica’s eyes could see the brightness of the light as it glowed from her mother’s pussy like a humble white star. The source of it all, so much brighter than Mrs. Cooper’s. The source of her magic.

The source of her. The feeling of familiarity and closeness to it.

Where she was born, where they had bonded.

And yet there were also unsightly things. There was a black choker latched to her neck, attached by flame, and something strange; the obsidian shackles on her wrists and ankles evoked a sense of dread and disgust. The embers attached to chains and clamps around each of her mother’s breasts like metal webs as they forced them to grow full and fat with milk. Her mother knew it was the curse placed on her; she could feel what was being done to her, and yet, she resisted it. None of it had been seen. Outside her senses, the elder genie seemed nearly perfectly composed. Now, however, her daughter could see the cracks physically manifest around Maridallura’s temples, forehead, and chest where her heart would be. The teenage genie could see and feel all of it.

In this place of awareness, even as her mother’s smirk remained, Jessica could feel the sadness and shame mixed with the pride in the elder genie’s form.

“You see me clearly, don’t you, Jessica?”

The cheerleader could only nod, but the awakened senses did nothing to hide her own sadness.

“Yes, Mother.”

Maridallura wasn’t dissuaded from her daughter’s newfound sympathy or awareness,

“Good.”

The elder djinn’s feet changed stances, gliding almost like a dance as it rippled green and purple like water under her toes,

“Then keep up, child.”

Jessica’s eyes widened as her mother’s form disappeared into apertures. She remembered this feeling from the first session. In the blink of an eye, her mother had disappeared and reappeared in front of her face. For the untrained head cheerleader, it was like her mother disappeared and reappeared in front of her own eyes.

This time? Jessica could see her movements.

Her mother, even under her torture, was graceful and beautiful, almost dancing as a rhythmic gymnast would if her body did not defy physics. Jessica could follow her this time. She could feel and see where her mother was coming from, where she was going toward.

She slid out of the way as Sammy taught her with her feet. Jessica couldn’t fight like her friend, but she was still trained as a cheerleader to get out of the way.

It was what happened before.

Her Mother had only slowed down to test her physical prowess and compare it to the unique prowess gifted from a genie’s heritage. Maridallura had become impatient with her in that first attempt at sparring; Jessica could see that now. However, like puddles rippling in a pond, the cheerleader could also now see where she was going to be, where she desired to move her feet.

Seeing the Marid’s movements, her daughter could do more than simply react when she got too close. The blonde teen felt her own body dance and move in parallel to her mother’s. Mother was testing her – seeing if she could land a blow, or how much of a sweat she could work up to tire her? Jessica was unsure, but she did feel one thing.

She felt the two pairs of eyes locked on her, and only her.

Her Mother’s and Her Master’s.

Though she longed to look back, she knew it would be a distraction. Simon’s Aura was as visible as anyone else’s in her senses, but that prior look was hypnotizing. She never wanted to look away from it. It was the aura in the person she believed in, the one she loved, but the one that owned her. Her desires yearned for his voice, his commands, especially as she found herself in a training session.

He was in awe, but also confused, constantly attempting to analyze what his perception and mortal senses were witnessing.

‘Watch me, Master.’

Those were the words she wanted to send to him – that she wanted to beg him to do to earn his praise. It was a result of her awakened senses, her Marid heritage, but a part of who she was. She loved hearing and feeling her childhood friend remind her how amazing he believed she was – just as she thought of him.

Simon Harris and Maridallura – in this moment, Jessica Edwards wanted both their approval and validation more than anything or anyone else.

But then, her mother went for Simon instead of her.

Jessica managed to jump in the way, but her mother grabbed the front of her bikini and harshly pulled on its waistband upward as she merely tapped the back of her palm against her Master’s cheek.

Then came the crash.

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“OW.”

Big OW.

Simon hadn’t known what hit him until he saw Maridallura in front of him and Jessica letting out a cartoonishly loud squeal as she was held in the air.

He groaned as he pressed himself off the ground and his clothes were freshly stained green from the dragging impact against the grass. No harm would come to him while wearing the ring, so nothing was broken, but still….

“OW.”

The awkward teen rubbed the stinging and throbbing pain of his cheekbone. Had it not been for magic, half his teeth may have been lost, worse than the ones in the Harris Family's attempts at Pewee Hockey. At least the grass was a cushion compared to the ice.

The other thing was the distance between him and his girlfriend as he made his way back to her.

Unfortunately, Jessica seemed to take the brunt of her elder’s change in tactics. The head cheerleader holding back the tears from the sudden on-rush of being given a frontal-power-wedgie by one’s own Mother. The younger blonde bit her teeth as she rubbed and tugged the fabric from herself, as she was dropped to her knees. She sniffled and childishly whined out, face red from arousal, pain, and embarrassment. Her voice squeaked loudly,

“M-Mom!”

SPANK!

A harsh slap to the genie’s ass by Maridallura forced her daughter’s face into the grass as she squeaked loudly again, one of her bare feet then planted on the back of her daughter’s head,

“We’ve been over this, Jessica.”

The cheerleader panickily squeaked out and stuttered with her nose to the ground,

“M-My apologies, Mother!”

The elder genie was incredibly harsh, her hands remaining on her hips as she pressed and adjusted the straps of the bikini bottoms. Simon recognized the behavior of sensory perception. He had used to fidget with clothing fabric when he was younger, and Maridallura was better at suppressing it. She didn’t seem bothered as much as enjoying the feel, even as her foot released Jessica’s head,

“You’re distracted by protecting your mortal master that you let yourself get caught. Look. He’s fine. I barely touched him.”

The voice was dismissive as the blonde MILF flipped her hair as Simon continued to rub the check where her palm made impact,

‘Yeah, BARELY.’

“Still hurt….”

Maridallura channeled her annoyance at him again with a look of disinterest,

“My daughter’s magic protects you to a point, boy. The realm may be unable to hurt you, but let that be a reminder.”

The young man’s face fell flat as he helped his girlfriend up off the grass and dirt. Jessica blushed as she rubbed the front of her bikini back into place. A slight hiss escaped as she whined while her hands continued to rub over the front fabric, and camel toe created from it.

Maridallura was not waiting around to give the younger djinn a break,

“Now. Let’s continue. Jessica! Come!”

Simon watched the panicked emerald orbs of his beloved bulge wide as she quickly moved to obey; the submissive tone of the cheerleader’s voice made that clear,

“Y-Yes, Mother!”

He dragged slowly behind as the genie rushed and kept her head down, arms in front of her. Maridallura lifted a finger and curled it under her daughter’s chin so that Jessica would look her in the eye.

“Regain your senses, Jessica. That was only one aspect.”

Simon watched as his girlfriend bobbed her head and then attempted to relax her body again. It was more awkward; the stinging sensation and discipline put her off. So, he tried to send reassuring feelings and thoughts in her direction to help her.

After the teenage genie shivered, she stretched on her toes and relaxed back as she had before the spar; arms at her sides, and the same sensations. Her Master could see the faint outline of a smile and pride escape Maridallura’s face. The mature genie nodded,

“Good, Jessica.”

Simon watched as the genie glided a step back, one leg behind the other as they crossed together, hands open with palms facing her daughter,

“A proper Sister of the Marid understands the purpose of movement once they’re born into life. Now that you are able to sense, we will see if you’re able to submerge deeper. You are not allowed to stop, not until you’re able to touch me. Understand?”

Jessica's voice responded in that slightly entranced quality as she attempted to focus without giving further into the feeling of pleasure,

“Yes, Mother.”

Maridallura’s eyes narrowed and focused back on him with her usual antipathy,

“Boy! Try to keep up this time, will you?”

Ah, great….

“Mother. Please be nice to Master.”

Jessica’s plea made the elder djinn roll her eyes,

“If you wish me to give the mortal who owns you respect, you will do as I instructed, Jessica!”

The teenage genie paused, her fingers clenched into fists, before she took a deep breath and then gave a curt nod,

“Yes, Mother.”

‘Don’t take your eyes off me….’

Jessica’s voice echoed in his mind, and he could hear her so clearly. She wasn’t ordering him but pleading from desire. The side effect from awakening her genie senses was the increase in arousal, and Simon knew his girlfriend was still getting used to the natural magical states her body entered.

As if he would ever take his eyes off her. Pfft.

However, that was easier said than done once both blonde genies reached up their hands and stretched onto their toes like ballerinas. First Maridallura moved and disappeared into smoke, and Jessica followed her in a plume of emerald green.

He could sense their movements and bodies this time, but only barely. It was not a display of shapeshifting, but a dance of some kind. Occasionally, one would disappear in smoke and then reappear with the other. Mother and Daughter attempted to move gracefully in unison as they took turns in their strange dance.

From Simon’s vantage, it was certainly that - as if they were as fluid as water itself.

Elegant eroticism that made mother and daughter swim in the air close to the ground, but that was only because their hands, legs, and feet taped themselves off the ground with each complex movement. Their legs spread and split, breasts bounced and arched, the human shape taken to its limits in ways that couldn’t be physically explained or even possible to the most talented of dancers.

Yet, there was a problem.

Jessica was told to make a move to touch her mother, and yet from their dance, Maridallura was leading her daughter along like a marionette.

Because the teenage genie couldn’t focus.

“Jess?”

No response.

‘Jess?’

He tried to think telepathically at her, his fist clenching as he noticed the smile on her mother’s face. Hazel eyes narrowed. Maridallura was toying with her, arrogant and not expecting anything to occur.

He’d have to do something drastic. How could he catch her attention without making her distracted?

The boy’s neck twitched and then his face grew stern,

‘Slave. Touch your Mother.’

In the middle of another series of spins and twirls, something changed. Jessica’s eyes widened, and the younger blonde began to change her movements. Maridallura was losing control of the lead to her. There was a change, and Simon could see it as their movements grew more aggressive.

They were using their hands on the ground, almost animalistic in shifting against the ground. Maridallura was no longer smiling. Simon could see it in her face and knew the answer why.

Jessica was faster.

Maridallura was both powerful and experienced beyond mortal means, but in terms of raw potential and ability, her daughter was showing her own promise. His adrenaline spiked at the sight of his childhood companion as the younger genie began to overwhelm the lead in their dance. This time, she was starting to take over,

“That’s it, Jess! Cut her off!”

He couldn’t contain the order or suggestion through his thoughts. Jessica was doing exactly as he ordered, but she couldn’t concentrate on thinking through her fight. She needed a guiding hand, a focuser…

…a Master.

Simon’s eyes widened. This wasn’t just a test by a mother for her daughter.

“Lead her on! Get her in your rhythm!”

The more he shouted, the more attention he found himself under the glare of the elder genie. He could see the defiance in her eyes when she appeared and reappeared.

It was making him a target. She would come after him again.

That was the point.

“That’s it! Bring her closer!”

‘She’s going to come right at me again, Jess! Find a weak point and get at her from behind! I’ll give you the opportunity!’

Simon made sure to send that last order through telepathy as he continued to bark out orders. He knew exactly what the thing would be to say to make Maridallura lose her cool,

“Slave! Duck! Swivel! Again! Dance, Slave!”

He saw the smoke plumes coming closer, but one more focused on him than the other. Whatever was happening, it was going to catch up to him.

“That’s it! Slave, fl-EEGH!!”

A clump of dirt was suddenly forced fed into the young man’s mouth to gag him as Maridallura reappeared and, with a disgusted glare, kicked her knee into the young man’s stomach to launch him back again. This time, launching his larger frame back with supernatural force.

If the magic and Jessica’s ring didn’t protect him, every bone in his body probably would’ve broken. He gagged and coughed on the ground, wheezing and attempting not to lose his lunch. Simon remained on the ground as he spat dirt.

However, his eyes, before being sent flying, were a look of satisfaction.

“AH!”

He heard another figure being knocked to the ground next to him like a ragdoll. A sweating, panting, exhaustively aroused Jessica had been knocked inches from her Master. The cheerleader’s face was firmly planted into the grass as her ass stuck humiliatingly in the air.

When Simon managed to look up, there was a figure standing above him. The elder blonde bombshell was trembling in her legs as her hand rubbed the spot where Jessica had managed to touch her – the side of her right breast. The sports bra showed the exposed tit had escaped from the purple fabric thanks to Jessica’s contact as she struggled to stay standing,

“Haa…ha…ha….”

Maridallura broke out into profuse sweats as she fell to her knees in front of the boy ,and her daughter, her fingers scratching at her tit as the sight of her nipples swelling and hardening against the fabric of the sports bra.

As Simon spat dirt from his mouth, he managed to help the dazed Jessica sit up properly. The young genie smiled, albeit seemingly left dizzy, her face flushed from the arousal and sensory experience.

“I got you, Mom….”

Maridallura gasped out as she nodded and collapsed onto all fours. She struggled and reached out with a shaking arm to grab her daughter’s owner by the arm. The genie looked almost in pain and struggled, but Simon’s eyes snapped in surprise as the Djinn Sister slammed his hand into her chest, desperately trying to get his hand to touch her or pull the fabric off her other tit. Then over her nipple again as it began to leak upon contact with his palm. However, it slipped away, and the elder genie slumped forward again, grinding her tits to the ground and remaining unable to stand,

When her face finally looked up, Simon’s eyes widened at the face flushed with arousal and desperation, eyes wide and fogged over with no sharpness to them, nearly empty and devoid of her former self. The genie moaned out a sound in front of both the Master and her child that would shock them both.

“MooooooOOOO….”