Sisterly Trouble - Day 1 (Patreon)

Written by HikerAngel

Commissioned by RJ

“Just have fun, Raymond,” said Gwen, flashing me a smile after her peck on the cheek. “My little sister deserves to have at least one of us at her graduation afterparty. But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I still can’t believe I’ve really been invited to do the experimental work on my thesis at the lab in Switzerland.”

I gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, brushing a lock of chestnut hair back into place behind her ear. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll do my part. I’ve got our gift right here.” I patted the package on the table. “I’ll make sure Athena gets it.”

Gwen’s smile flickered slightly at the mention of her sister’s name. “Just… be good, alright?”

I leaned in, giving her a passionate kiss. “Don’t worry. Remember what you always called me in high school? Before we started dating?”

Gwen’s grin returned full-force. “Of course I do, boy scout.” 

I laughed. “That’s right. So you see? I’ve always been a boy scout and always will be! Nothing to worry about.”

Gwen laughed. “You’re the best. Just make sure Athena doesn’t get into any trouble either. We both know she can be a bit of a handful.” She shot me a meaningful look. “Call you when I get there…” With a contented sigh, she slung the strap of her bag over her shoulder and slipped out the door with a final wave.

I closed the door behind her, a dreamy smile curling my still-moist lips. I was going to miss her. Gwen was going to be gone all summer, and she had tasked me with making sure her younger sister didn’t get into any trouble. I thought back on my own high school graduation, that free summer between high school and college, and found myself chuckling. Keeping that girl out of trouble might be a tall order. Especially the way she looked.

Gwen was plenty attractive in her own right, but her sister Athena was something else entirely. As her body had continued to develop, so had her confidence, and now that she was free of the bonds of high school, I was fairly certain that she’d be more of a handful than even Gwen suspected.

Distracted by the thought, I absent-mindedly swept the package by the entryway into a bag, then went to the bedroom to prepare. A change of clothes and a couple of dabs of cologne later, and I was ready for Athena’s graduation “after” party. The one with just her friends. No parents or relatives allowed. Well, except for her sister⁠—and me, by extension.

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When I pulled up to the curb near Gwen and Athena’s parents’ house, I was surprised at the sheer number of cars parked along the street. Athena must have quite the large group of friends!

When I reached the door, canvas carry bag containing the gift in hand, I rang the doorbell. It took a moment, but the oak barrier finally opened. Athena stood at the threshold, full lips parted and breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but sneak a downward glance. Her tight, clingy red dress was cut daringly low, and when she sucked in each breath, a knee-weakening eyeful of luscious cleavage was placed on breathtaking display.

God, Athena was gorgeous. I’d known she was developing, but Jesus! I’d never seen her in anything this revealing before, and her body was even better than I’d ever imagined. Momentarily distracted by the intoxicating combination of generous curves and a tight, athletic body, I’d completely forgotten what I’d been about to say.

“Raymond!” she squealed in delight, her panting lips curling into a broad grin. She leapt forward to wrap her toned arms around me in a surprisingly tight embrace. I felt my stomach twist into knots at the delicious pressure of firm, full breasts against my chest. “I’m so glad you made it!”

“Easy there, kiddo,” I chided with a smile, attempting to make light of the situation even as I felt my body responding to hers. A look of disapproval flickered across her delicate features as she stepped back⁠—probably at my choice of nickname⁠—but it quickly disappeared. Her large blue eyes glimmered with interest as they locked onto mine. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she cast a curious glance behind me.

“Where’s Gwen?”

“She couldn’t make it. She’s got this really great opportunity through her college advisor and had to leave for Switzerland this evening.” I shrugged. “Looks like you’re stuck with just me tonight.”

Gwen didn’t tell her own sister about the fact she would be gone all summer? Do these two never keep in touch with one another?

“Oh, really,” she said, the second word coming out as almost a purr. “So you’re going to be here all night? Without Gwen?” A cryptic smile tugged at the corners of her full lips, expressive eyes taking on a mischievous sparkle that matched that of her crystal earrings. 

“Well, I don’t know about all night,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “For a while, anyway.”

A slim finger rose to curl a lock of platinum blonde hair about its tip as her glossy red lips formed an exaggerated pout. “So not only is my sister going to ditch my party on graduation night, but her sexy boyfriend is going to duck out early on me too?”

“Sexy?” I laughed, partly to hide my nervousness. What was this girl playing at? Was she just teasing me because she knew Gwen wasn’t around? Probably.

Athena bit her plump lower lip, the contrast between the brilliant white of her perfect teeth and the deep scarlet of her lipstick sending a pulse of something primal down my spine. The way her gaze shifted to my mouth sent another shiver through me. “Oops! Did I let that slip? Just ignore that. I’ve probably had a little too much to drink, that’s all.”

I considered her words. While her eyes looked a bit glassy, her speech wasn’t slurred. That meant that she had been drinking, but she probably wasn’t much beyond buzzed. Before I could decide where that left us, she reached toward me, slipping silky fingers into my sweaty palm. “Come on. I’m right in the middle of an exciting game of spin the bottle. Why don’t you join us?”

Well, probably for the best that I keep this highschooler from drinking any more beer…

She tugged me inside, and I stumbled forward, just catching my balance as she turned to show me the way. As she twisted about, I was treated to another spellbinding view. The back of Athena’s dress left her lithe back almost completely bare, the vermillion fabric of her dress coming just high enough to cover the voluptuous slopes of her succulent ass without covering an inch more. Now that she was turned in the opposite direction, I couldn’t help but let my eyes safely roam the rest of her delectable body from behind. As my gaze drifted past her arresting backside, I saw that the lower hem of her clingy dress ended dangerously high on her shapely thighs. Red fabric stretched with every contraction of her sleek muscles. A lump began to form in my throat as my eyes continued their lengthy downward journey. Slender, firm, and smooth as the finest silk, the girl’s legs tapered in their interminable descent until they swelled anew into delectable bulges of perfectly contoured calves. Those calves seemed to mesmerize me as they tightened and relaxed with every step, but I finally managed to tear my eyes away to finish my visual exploration of her body. As I took in the strappy red heels that caressed her slender ankles, I marveled at the perfect match of their color to the dress. Like Athena, the shoes were as stylish as they were sexy.

I swallowed hard, my eyes unable to help but notice the sculpted muscles that lined her slim arms on their way back up to her lush mane of shimmering hair. Good God. This girl looked more like a supermodel than a graduating high school senior, though with more generous curves and sleeker, more defined muscles.

When we arrived at a circle of Athena’s friends gathered around an empty beer bottle on its side on the floor, Athena turned to face me once again. The jiggle of flesh that accompanied the movement tempted my eyes downward, but thankfully I managed to keep my gaze on her stunning face.

“Raymond, this is everyone.” Her long lashes flicked downward in a playful wink as she swept a hand around the circle. “Everyone? This is Raymond.”

Her friends murmured various greetings, and I smiled at each of them, doing the same. As I returned my gaze to Athena from the eyes of her last friend, however, I realized that I had forgotten to give her my⁠—our⁠—present. Without another thought, I reached inside the bag and pulled out the brown cardboard box, thrusting it immediately toward her amazing breasts. “Before I forget… happy graduation!”

My offering had been awkward, I knew, but Athena’s eyes glimmered with an emotion I couldn’t readily identify, never leaving mine as she accepted the package. “Raymond, that’s so sweet.” She reached out to touch my arm as she thanked me, the faint brush of her smooth fingertips so electric that my breath caught.

I smiled in spite of myself. “Sorry it’s not wrapped. Usually Gwen does the wrapping, and, well, she was so busy packing…”

As I trailed off, Athena’s slim fingers began to peel off the packaging tape. For the first time, I noticed her red nail polish, a perfect match for both dress and shoes. All of the red contrasted her pale hair and creamy skin, making her luscious curves all the more enticing.

With a flick of her head, she sent a lock of her thick tresses tumbling over her mostly bare shoulder, sending a whiff of lightly floral perfume in my direction. I breathed it deeply in, eyelids lowering at the scent. The girl smelled as good as she looked.

As she flipped the wings of the box open, I let my gaze drop to the inside of the box. As the light hit its contents, however, my stomach dropped in horror. That wasn’t what I’d intended to give Athena. I thought back to the moment I had put it in the bag. There had been two boxes at the entrance to the house, and I hadn’t been paying attention due to Gwen’s departure. I must have grabbed the wrong one!

While I realized rather quickly what must have happened, I was in too much shock to do what I should have done⁠—grab it away from her. Instead, my reeling mind was focused on one thing and one thing only⁠—the burning sensation that ascended my neck with breathtaking speed, quickly turning my cheeks a flaming shade of deep crimson.

Athena’s exquisite features wrinkled in confusion as she drew out the contents of the box. Inside was a tiny gold bracelet and a pair of loose-fitting, gauzy, nearly see-through red pants, complete with a pair of pointed golden shoes.

“What…?” she began, clearly surprised. She met my quivering gaze with curious eyes. “Is this like a belly dancer outfit or something?” Luminous eyes searching mine, she held the tiny, sparkling top to her chest and the waist of the diaphanous pants to her taut stomach.

As surprise began to fade, her expression turned naughty, the corners of her lips quirking upward in nascent amusement. “Did you want to see me in this or something?”

Several of the girls surrounding us snickered. The guys just looked longingly at the skimpy outfit. I was sure that I looked absolutely mortified.

“It’s, um,” I stammered, knowing my ruddy cheeks must look like two halves of a tomato by now. “It’s just something that I got for Gwen.” I slapped my hand to the back of my neck, feeling my skin beginning to turn slick with sweat. I trained my gaze intently at the costume, no longer able to meet Athena’s stunning eyes.

“So you’re into belly dancers or something?” Athena asked, clearly intrigued by the possibility.

I was too stunned by the turn events to think of a good lie, so I simply blurted out the truth. “Um, genies, actually.” Could my cheeks burn any hotter? Christ. It felt like it was a thousand degrees in the room.

“Genies,” Athena repeated, her gorgeous eyes growing distant with a blink of her long lashes. Then, her unfocused gaze snapped to mine, her voice taking on a hint of huskiness. “So you like the idea of a sexy girl with godlike powers that loves to call you master?” She gave her hips a little wiggle, sending a ripple through the sheer pants.

At that, a couple of the girls lost it entirely, beginning to chortle. None of the guys said a word, though I noticed that a few licked their lips.

“I-I just have a thing for roleplaying and genies,” I said lamely. “Anyway, I’m so sorry. If you’ll just give me that back, I’ll come back tomorrow to drop off your actual gift…” I reached for the costume.

She quickly pulled the outfit from my grasping fingers, however, her eyes still glued to mine. “No. I think I like this gift. No take-sy backsies.” Her bold lashes fluttered into a sensual wink. “I’ve never had a man give me anything like this before, and I want to keep it. Besides, Gwen won’t be missing this for a while if she’s all the way in Finland…”

Gwen was going to Switzerland, but whatever.

Before I could blink, she had rolled up the outfit with dexterous fingers, then placed it over the shoes in the box. As she tucked everything into place, however, she frowned. “What’s this?”

Reaching inside, she withdrew a small sheet of parchment from the box between two fingers and shook it before my confused gaze.

“I⁠⁠-I’m not sure!” I really wasn’t. I had no idea what the paper was. It didn’t look like a shipping label or receipt. The site I’d ordered it from had been… strange.

Flashing me another meaningful glance, she unfurled the small paper. “Binding Spell of the Creation of the Djinn.” She cocked her supple hip, curly lashes rising to level me with a knowing look. “Part of the whole roleplaying thing?”

“I… no! I-I mean, I don’t… that’s not something that I…” I attempted to object. 

Athena cocked her head to the side, as if attempting to gauge whether I was being honest. The shimmering cascade of platinum tresses that accompanied the movement, however, proved distracting, sending another puff of enticing perfume my way. After a long moment of searching my face, she slipped the paper back into the box, setting it down on a nearby end table.

Her gaze softened, and she reached toward me, brushing her fingers delicately along its length to leave a sensual tingle in their wake. “I know you’re embarrassed, Raymond,” she said in a sultry voice. “But don’t be. I’m flattered. I truly am. I love your gift. I had no idea you were into powerful women in skimpy costumes.” She leaned forward, her lips gliding dangerously close to my cheek until they finally reached my ear. Her voice dropped to a breathy whisper that only I could hear. “And now I do.”

“Enough toying with the poor guy, Athena!” said one of her friends. Katie, I think her name was. “Let’s get back to the game.”

“Okay, Katie. Fine,” Athena said with a mischievous smile, pulling back from me to take a seat between two starstruck guys.

I did likewise, taking a seat between two other unusually good-looking girls. It didn’t surprise me that a girl like Athena drew other exceptionally attractive friends into her orbit. None of them, however, could hold a candle to her beauty. Of course, I don’t think I’d ever seen an eighteen-year-old who could.

As soon as I settled into place, Athena, still gazing boldly into my eyes, spoke up. “I think Raymond should take the next turn.”

Looking around, I watched every eye turn toward me expectantly. With a sigh, knowing that there was no use arguing, I spun the bottle. Of course, it came to a stop pointing directly at Athena. A feeling of dread settled into the pit of my stomach.

“Hmmm,” she said, placing a slender finger over plump scarlet lips. “Which should I choose? Truth or dare?” She searched my eyes for a moment, perhaps attempting to assess which I’d like more.

“Truth,” she said at last, huge eyes glimmering as her lips curled into a confident smirk. She leaned back, smoothing the front of her dress over her flat stomach in a way that tugged the neckline of her already revealing dress down another millimeter. “Ask away, Raymond.”

I blinked. What on earth should I ask this girl? She was clearly flirting with me, something my accidental gift had made ten times worse. I knew she was just doing it to tease me. I was probably the safest guy in the place, her sister’s boyfriend, so she was probably just having some consequence-free fun. Still, I didn’t want to encourage her. I needed to ask something that would take her attention off of me and put it back to where it belonged. On one of her other classmates.

“Who at the party would you most like to kiss?”

Athena’s knowing smile faltered as my question hung in the air. Her cobalt gaze darted around the circle for a moment before landing directly on mine once again. She seemed to have some sort of internal debate, but finally her shoulders slumped slightly, and she let out a resigned sigh. “The person I’d most like to kiss is…” She paused. Whether for dramatic effect or a final bout of nervousness at revealing this bit of information, I couldn’t be sure. “…my sister’s boyfriend.”

I jerked back as if shot. Fuck. That question had been intended to take the attention away from me! Instead, it had backfired completely.

Hopeful eyes glued to mine, Athena seemed startled by my reaction. But her surprise quickly gave way to disappointment. Her tremulous smile faded into a frown, and her previously unshakable gaze broke away from mine. She spent the next few spins avoiding eye contact with me at all.

I knew that I probably should have been relieved. But I wasn’t. Instead, I felt as if I’d lost something. It was silly, I knew. I was with Gwen. Smart, funny, great-to-hang-out-with Gwen. But if I were completely honest with myself, it had felt good to have an impossibly gorgeous creature making eyes at me, even if it was just for teasing reasons.

A few spins later, Katie, the pretty redhead to my left, gave the bottle a whirl. When its nose came to a stop pointing at me, I turned to her, my answer already prepared. 

“Dare.”

I’d be damned if I was going to reveal any other embarrassing secrets about myself. This group already knew that I had a thing for genies and that Athena apparently wouldn’t mind kissing me. That was more than enough.

Katie looked me over, cast Athena a sidelong glance, then said, “I dare you to take off your shirt.”

I blinked, flicking my eyes in the direction of each girl. Neither would make eye contact with me. Had they planned this? Shit.

I sighed, then reached down and pulled off my shirt, crumpling it up, then tossing it to the side. I wasn’t one to brag, but I’d been working out pretty regularly over the past year, and my abs, arms, and chest were looking pretty good by then. Still, any encouragement to these girls was the last thing I needed.

“Damn, Raymond,” said Katie, an admiring look in her green eyes. “Now I see why Athena likes you so much.”

Her words seemed to snap Athena’s willpower, and I watched as her gaze drifted back toward me for the first time since her “truth”. She chewed on her lower lip as her eyes worked a languid journey up my torso, seeming to drink in the sight. 

I turned to Katie. “Has it been long enough? Can I put my shirt back on now?”

“Oh, I suppose,” she said with a wave of her hand. Then, her grin turned wicked. “But I think I speak for all the girls here when I say that you’re more than welcome to leave it off.”

A titter went through the assembled women.

Quickly, I pulled my shirt back on, spinning the bottle as I felt my cheeks heat. While I knew I looked good, I wasn’t used to this kind of attention. I had always been a pretty shy guy and hadn’t hit the gym in a serious way until fairly recently.

When it stopped, the bottle pointed toward Athena once again. I rolled my eyes toward the heavens. Why couldn’t I catch a fucking break here?!

Returning my attention to the breathtaking blonde, I awaited her response.

She seemed to be waging an internal debate with herself, eyes darting about. Finally, her gaze fell squarely on me, issuing a silent challenge. Her rose-colored lips parted to issue a single word. “Dare.”

Hmmm. Puckering my lips, I looked about the room. What would make a good dare, yet turn down the heat on the tension that had been building all night? I couldn’t think of anything. Finally, my gaze landed on the keg in the kitchen. 

“I dare you to chug a beer.” Not original, I know. In my desperation, I’d gone to the ol’ college standby. At this point, I’d rather have her drunk than giving any more fuel to her lust-filled fire.

Athena didn’t visibly react.

“I’ll get it for you,” said Katie, bouncing to her feet to run toward the kitchen.

“Beer, Raymond?” said Athena, fiddling with a sparkling earring. “I was hoping for something a little bolder.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. I didn’t mean it. Disappointing her was exactly what I’d had in mind.

“Are you really?” the beautiful blonde arched a perfect eyebrow. “Does that mean you’ll make it up to me?”

Shit. “I… Oh! Look! Katie’s back,” I said in relief as the slender redhead returned. Just in time.

Athena shot her friend a frustrated glare, to which Katie responded with a “what did I do?” look of confusion. She handed the red solo cup to her friend, and Athena dutifully chugged it down.

As she finished, wiping a bare arm across her plump lips, Athena blinked, her eyes glazed. “Whoa! That’s some strong beer!” said Athena, a bit unsteadily. Her speech hadn’t been slurred before, but it was beginning to sound like it now.

As she returned to her seat once again, Katie grinned. “I may have laced it with a couple of vodka shots.” Her eyes took on that wicked gleam again as they shifted between Athena and me. “Someone’s got to get you two to loosen up.”

Head moving in subtle circles as the full force of the alcohol began to hit her, Athena spun the bottle. When it came to rest, it was pointing at Katie.

“Dare,” she said immediately. 

Athena shot me a quick look, a cryptic smile blossoming on her lips. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Katie gave her friend a knowing smile. “My pleasure.”

The pretty redhead crawled over to Athena, drew her long hair back with a single hand as she rose onto her knees, then leaned in. The two girls’ lips pressed together in a sensual display. Athena’s delicate chin lowered as she angled her head for a deeper kiss. Her slender fingers snaked into Katie’s thick hair, and she pressed her mouth to the redhead’s even more firmly, her tongue slithering between Katie’s parted lips.

Eyes fluttering shut, Katie moaned, humming pleasure against the blonde girl’s scarlet lips. Her arms wrapped around Athena, pulling the other girl’s luscious breasts to hers.

I had never seen two girls kiss at all, let alone like that. It was incredibly sensual, lasting for a good minute, the girls’ bodies and tongues writhing together the entire time. By the time Athena drew back, I couldn’t look away, more than a little turned on by the erotic display.

Katie wobbled, then collapsed backward, landing on her pert ass. Her eyes opened in a daze.

“Holy shit!” said the redhead in a breathless voice. “That was fucking amazing! How the hell did you get so good at that?!”

“Practice,” said Athena, licking her moist lips. Then she flashed another cryptic smile at me. “You only get one chance to impress the man of your dreams, and you never know when it’ll come.”

“Oh boy, now I wish the man of my dreams would walk into my coffee shop tomorrow! I’ll know exactly what to say!”

I swallowed hard, feeling heat ascend my cheeks once again. Could this night be going any worse? I told Gwen I’d be a boy scout. Not only that, I’d promise to keep Athena reined in. 

I was failing spectacularly on both counts.

I rose to my feet, eager to get out of the circle before I grew any more aroused. “Thanks for the game everyone, but I’ve got to be going.”

Athena instantly scrambled to her feet as well, remarkably steady on her feet after chugging the beer and shots, though her slight sideways lean told me that it was affecting her to some degree.

“You can’t go,” she said simply.

“Oh?” I replied, still edging toward the door.

“No,” she said, crossing her arms definitively under her full breasts. “You promised you’d stay until the bitter end.”

Had I? I knew we had talked about it before, but I couldn’t remember if I had actually promised. “Fine.” Then I had an idea. “But only if you quit teasing me in front of everyone. I promised your sister I’d keep you in line while she’s away.”

I probably shouldn’t have revealed that last little tidbit. Maybe the alcohol was getting to me as well.

“Oh, did you now?” said Athena with a thoughtful tap of her lips. “Okay. I promise to quit teasing you in front of everyone. Tonight.”

I noticed the additional word she’d tacked on but decided not to press the issue. “Fine. Then, I’ll stay.”

My statement was met with a broad smile, and before I knew it, Katie was at my side with another red solo cup full of beer.

After another couple of hours of dancing, party games, and chatting, the crowd began to thin out. I had been guilted into staying to the bitter end when I first arrived, but it looked like it was pretty much there. As the last of the guests stepped through the doorway, Katie gave me a flirtatious wave, bidding me, “Have a good night, lover boy…” before she slipped out herself, closing the door behind her.

With a sigh of relief, I looked around for Athena to say goodbye. But I couldn’t find her.

Slowly, I ascended a couple of steps in the stairwell and called out toward the closed door of her second-floor bedroom, where I assumed she must be. “Athena? Party’s pretty much over, so I’m headed out now. Goodnight and congratulations again!”

My duty finally finished, I descended the steps, then headed for the front door. As I was about to open it, however, I heard a soft voice from behind me. “Not so fast, mister. I think you’re forgetting something. Don’t you want to see me try on my gift?”

There are some moments that you somehow just instinctively sense that they are going to change your life forever. I knew deep down in my soul, beyond any doubt, that this was one of those moments. I was already at the door. All I had to do was turn the knob and walk out, and I’d be free.

My hand rested on the doorknob, but I didn’t turn it.

My brain kept telling my hand to do it, but I couldn’t.

Instead, I turned to face Athena. She stood at the foot of the stairs with a cat-ate-the-canary grin on her stunning face. The crystal-covered bra sparkled with every breath, seeming to emphasize the perfect curve of her spectacular, half-uncovered breasts. Ripples of definition carved into her sculpted stomach with every movement of her generous hips. The graceful lines of her bare midriff drew inward to an unbelievably tiny waist before flaring into her gauzy scarlet pants. The pants did nothing to conceal her slender thighs or silky calves, merely emphasizing their endless perfection. Only a daringly cut pair of gold-hued panties protected her modesty whatsoever.  

Satisfied that she held my eye, she raised her toned arms overhead and performed a graceful pirouette, showing off the dramatic flare of her succulent ass for a fraction of a second before returning her luscious front to my captivated gaze once again.

“So is this what you fantasize about?” she said, biting her lower lip once again.

My heart did a flip. The costume was great. Astonishingly authentic and of unusually high quality. I was sure that I would have enjoyed seeing Gwen in it. But on Athena? It clung to her seductive curves in a way that I’d never dared hope for.

“I thought you weren’t going to tease me anymore,” I rasped, having difficulty speaking.

“I only promised not to tease you in front of everyone else. I never promised not to tease you in private,” she purred, a wicked glint in her gorgeous eyes. “Besides, I’m not teasing. I’m just trying on the clothes you gave me for graduation.”

“You know I didn’t mean⁠—”

She took a step toward me, the gauzy pants flowing over her shapely legs in a seductive caress. “I know what you told me,” she interrupted. “But maybe your subconscious meant for you to bring this costume to me. Maybe you secretly just wanted to see me in it. Maybe this whole night was a simple matter of destiny.”

“Athena,” I said, rubbing at my temple. “I don’t understand why you keep doing this. Everyone’s gone now. There’s no one to show off in front of anymore.”

Athena took another step toward me, the sleek muscles of her lean abdomen slithering with the sensual roll of her hips. “Has it ever occurred to you that I might fantasize about something too?”

“You fant…?” I stopped myself. That was a question that I definitely shouldn’t ask. “Of course you have fantasies. Everyone does.”

“Guess what my fantasy is.” Athena took another step toward me, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. Her intense gaze never wavered from mine.

“I don’t know. Kissing another girl? You sure seemed pretty into that tonight,” I shrugged, trying to embarrass her for a change. It didn’t have the intended effect.

“Did you like that?” she breathed, her voice growing more husky by the second. “I thought you might.”

“I… well… I…” I huffed, unsure how I should answer that. I had enjoyed it. I was certain that Katie had as well. 

“You do think I’m pretty, don’t you?” She said, closing half of the remaining distance between us with another step. “Most guys would do anything to kiss me.”

“I’m not most guys.” She was close enough that I could smell her perfume wafting toward me again. God, she smelled good.

“Oh, I know,” she said. Reaching out, she pressed a red nail to my sternum, dragging it down the center of my stomach. “Most guys don’t go out of their way to avoid me, most guys aren’t dating my sister, and most guys don’t have a body like yours either.”

“And most girls don’t have a body like yours.” I flinched as soon as the words left my lips. I may have been true, but of all the stupid things to say…

A broad smile blossomed beneath the stunning blonde’s smoldering eyes. “I’m so glad you like my body,” she said softly. “Now what do you say we finish playing out your little fantasy?”

Her hand reached behind her to draw out a small piece of parchment, which she pressed into my palm. “Then we can get to mine.”

Peeling my gaze from her seductive display, I gulped audibly. “Binding Spell of the Djinn,” I read in a quivering voice. What was I doing? I had to get out of here! Somehow, as I gazed into her luminous, upturned eyes, however, it didn’t seem so urgent. 

“You want me to read this?” I asked hesitantly.

She nodded. The intense smolder in her eyes was more than answer enough. 

I decided to simply keep reading. It would buy me time to figure out what to do. I sounded out the strange syllables on the page one by one.

As I finished the last one, looking up from the page, trying to muster the willpower to wish Athena goodnight and walk out the door, every light in the house flickered. A gust of wind rolled through the room to billow Athena’s light blonde mane. She gasped, then her pointed shoes slowly left the floor, her luscious body taking on a golden glow.

Athena’s arms rose toward the sky as her eyes went wide. “My hands! They’re moving on their own!”

Sure enough her fingers arranged themselves in a graceful dancer’s pose, exposing her slender wrists. Two golden cuffs materialized about those wrists, eliciting another yelp of surprise from the beautiful girl.

“What are you doing?” I cried as the intensifying breeze tousled my hair.

“I’m not doing anything!” Athena shot back in a panicky voice. Her eyes fell to the piece of parchment. “Maybe it’s the spell?”

I looked down. The spell? That was ridiculous. Wasn’t it?

As I looked back up, I saw a blast of lightning crackled down from the ceiling, striking Athena directly in the chest. The power of the impact sent my sprawling, my back cracking into the door.

“Oh fuck,” Athena gasped, her gorgeous lashes fluttering shut.

Sharking away the stars in my vision, I looked up at the floating girl⁠—just in time to see another bolt of lightning blast into her.

“Oh, fuck!” She shuddered. Her breasts seemed to expand, stretching the already overfilled bralet, her already muscular stomach seeming to gain a bit more definition. 

Another bolt struck her.

This time, it was her legs that improved, growing longer, the muscles in their sinuous length seeming to tighten before my eyes. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkkk,” she whispered, her voice growing deeper, more sultry.

As I watched several more bolts strike the girl, each improving on the previous perfection of her unbelievable body. I began to realize that her curses weren’t due to any pain. They were from pleasure.

Just when it seemed as if her outfit was about to burst at the seams, it seemed to adjust to her new form, smooth fabric wrapping itself around her goddess-like curves as if laser-tailored to her precise measurements. It did so several more times as her body continued to be wracked by rapturous bolts of impossible power again and again until, finally, the strikes stopped.

As Athena drifted in the air before me, panting through parted lips, I struggled to my feet. Her face had grown so achingly perfect that it looked almost divine. Just as I was about to whisper her name, however, an ethereal voice spoke. 

“Choose the vessel.” The voice came from Athena, but I knew instantly that it wasn’t her speaking. The voice was too commanding. Too authoritative. There was no room for discussion in its directive. It expected to be followed.

I gaped at Athena, but her eyes remained closed, the girl clearly still recovering from being struck by all that lightning.

I looked up, raising my hands to my sides. I called out, “What?”

“Choose the vessel,” the voice repeated.

Vessel? What the hell was it talking about? I let my hands drop, instinctively reaching over to my watch to adjust its face.

“Chosen,” the voice boomed.

“What?!” I asked again. “What did I choose?”

As if in answer, a golden mist appeared around Athena, growing thicker by the second until the girl was completely engulfed, and I couldn’t see her anymore. Then, the mist began to swirl into a funnel cloud.

With a yelp of surprise, I realized where the funnel was headed. My wrist.

The swirling mist darted toward me before I could jump out of the way, disappearing into my watch⁠—the one that Gwen had given me for Christmas. I looked down and blinked in complete shock.

My girlfriend’s sister had just been struck by lightning about a hundred times. Indoors. Then, she had disappeared into a cloud of smoke, which proceeded to flow directly into my wristwatch.

I had gone insane. The beer must've been laced with more than just vodka shots.

It was the only explanation.

Then I felt something strange along my arm. I looked down at my wrist again, catching sight of a ripple in the metal band. It felt strangely good. Almost like fingers…

What the fuck?!

“Athena?!”

“Yes, master?” came Athena’s voice. Well, not exactly Athena’s voice. It was like a deeper, richer, more sultry version of the sexy girl’s voice. Not the voice that had commanded me to choose a vessel, but one that sent pleasant shivers down my spine.

“Is that you?” My voice cracked at the end as the invisible fingers began to massage my palm.

A giggle. “Of course, Raymond.”

“Are you..” I swallowed hard. “...in my watch?”

“Uh huh,” came the reply. I swallowed hard, the sensual kneading of her soft fingertips sending pulses of pleasure through my entire body. How did that feel so good?!

“Could you, uh, please stop doing that?”

“I suppose,” she pouted, and the feeling instantly stopped.

“Could you please come out of there?”

“Sure.”

Nothing happened.

“Uh, could you come out now, please?”

Another giggle. “You have to rub my vessel for me to come out, master.”

“Rub your… vessel?”

“Your watch, silly.”

I looked down again. Rub my watch. Check. I pressed my fingers to its face and began to rub. Sure enough, a golden swirl erupted from its center and Athena spun into existence once again, floating before me on a golden cloud. Only it wasn’t the Athena of old. This new Athena looked far sexier. And far fitter. Waves of power seemed to ripple the air around her as they rolled off her impossibly perfect curves.

“So now am I your fantasy?” She winked, the flutter of her longer, bolder lashes sending a surge of desire through me that I was nearly helpless to resist. 

“C-could you maybe tone down the sex appeal a tad? It’s tough to.. think straight… with you l-looking l-like this.”

“Awww,” Athena pouted, but she did as I asked, her radiant beauty dimming from goddess-like to merely superhuman. She was still far more attractive than anyone I’d ever laid eyes on. But at least I could look at her and not feel as if my brain were so preoccupied admiring her perfection that it operated at a quarter its normal speed. It might be three-quarters its normal speed.

“Maybe a little more?” I pressed with uncertainty.

She crossed her arms. “Nope. Not without spending a wish. That’s as much as I can alter my appearance without charging.”

“Charging? A wish?”

She rolled her eyes before flashing me a knee-weakening smile. “Oh, Raymond. For someone with a genie fantasy, you’re a little slow on the uptake here. Yes, wishes. You’ve got three of them.”

She winked, then looped around me so quickly that she was back to where she started before I could blink. The only evidence that she had swept past was the lingering scent of her perfume that continued to swirl about me. “No wishing for more wishes. No making people fall in love. Yada, yada. You know the drill.”

Her interminable lashes lowered, leaving achingly blue irises partially visible under her half-lidded gaze. Her eyes smoldered with sensual intensity. “Of course, you don’t need to wish for someone to fall in love with you if she already is…”

She bit her lower lip mischievously. “You have no idea how much you’d enjoy it. Especially if you let me use all of my upgrades.” Her body flickered and, for the briefest of moments, she reverted back to her goddess-like level of beauty. 

The momentary glimpse had exactly the desired effect, and I felt my body respond instantly. But I closed my eyes and shook away the many thoughts I was having, reminding myself of the absurdity of this whole situation. While it was obvious that I had somehow turned Athena into an actual genie, that I was with someone else. Her sister. And I simply wasn’t the type to fool around behind my girlfriend’s back. No matter how tempting the offer.

Summoning all my willpower, I opened my eyes once again. I was relieved to find that Athena had reverted to her less-overpowering form once again, though it didn’t do much to quell the raging desire that still flowed through my boiling veins. “Athena, first of all, I apologize. I never thought that little spell would actually do something. Let alone all of this.” I gestured at the golden cloud on which she still floated.

Athena’s perfect brows furrowed. “Why are you apologizing? Do you have any idea how powerful I am now? I’m like a fucking goddess!” She turned her head to the side, spotting an iron coat rack by the door. With a snap of her fingers, it appeared in her free hand with a puff of golden smoke. She grabbed each side of it and twisted it into a pretzel with casual ease. “See?”

With a blink of her eyes, it appeared in its original position by the door, then untangled itself until it was as if she hadn’t just twisted it around like a wet noodle.

I gaped at her. She had bent that metal as easily as if she were Supergirl. It didn’t even appear to take any effort! Could she really be all-powerful? Well, no. There were rules when it came to genies. She had just named a few. And she was apparently bound to my wristwatch, only able to come out if I rubbed it. “Are you feeling okay?”

Athena shot me a curious look. “What a strange question. Of course I’m okay! I’m everything you want in a woman, aren’t I?” She spun around in the air, showing off her staggeringly luscious curves.

That she was, I could not lie to myself about it. But that didn’t make the situation any less insane!

“B-but what about your life before this!? What will your parents think if you’re trapped in my watch, dressed like… well, that?”

“Once again, master, your wish is my command… but I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to keep me like this for a little while. After all, we can live out both of our fantasies like this.” Her smoldering azure gaze sent shivers down my spine. “A wish to keep the world incurious of my disappearance is always on the table.”

“What about if I wished for you to return to normal?”

That appeared to unsettle her slightly, but her fears were quickly assuaged. “Oh master, that wish is also forbidden. Someone’s been watching too many Disney adaptations of folklore.”

I wasn’t sure how she could so confidently say that while adopting a body that looked right out of a cartoonist’s wet dreams, but her rules seemed to be law and I couldn’t argue with them.

“So I guess we’re stuck with each other for a while then, hmm?” she declared, twirling her body around me like some sort of twisted tinkerbell. “I think I can see myself getting nice and comfortable on your watch for a good long while. Yes indeed.”

I covered my hand with my face, letting its cool digits calm my warm eyelids. “Ugh, I think… I think I’m too drunk for this. I just wish I was at my house and not… here.”

“Your wish is my command, master,” I heard Athena say with a little giggle thrown in for good measure.

When I rescinded my hand, I noticed that we were no longer at her house, but mine. Not only that, but we were in my bedroom! I suppose that was my first wish used up, then…

“Teehee, that one was on the house, Raymond,” she said, making a joke as if she could read my mind. Wait… could she read my mind?”

“And don’t worry, my master, I can’t read your mind or anything,” she added with a knowing tone as if she very much could.

“So I still have three wishes, then?” I asked, ready to move beyond the implications of her previous sentence and focus on another subject that commanded my attention. “What actually constitutes a wish that ‘counts,’ then?”

She gave me another knowing smile. She was full of those. “Well, I suppose it comes down to which exceptions I’m willing to make. I may be chained to your wrist, but this god-like power lets me bend the rules a teensy bit, heeheehee.”

A twirl of her dainty finger and I was laying in bed. My clothes were swapped for pajamas, my teeth had a fine layer of minty fresh fluoride coating them as if they had just been brushed and my skin felt thoroughly cleansed as if I had just showered.

“Athena, did you just…?”

“That’s right! And let me tell you, it was hard resisting the urge to plop you in the shower just to sneak a peek.”

“That’s inappropriate! I wish you’d—!” I paused. “Wait, if I only have three I’m not going to waste one on making you less perverted. Then again, maybe that one doesn’t count as a wish? I’m still not exactly sure how that works.”

“It’s actually quite simple, my master. You have wishes and commands! Commands are free of cost, while wishes have a ‘charge’ of sorts that require a more powerful modification of reality. I’m surprised you didn’t know that about genies?”

That also sounded like a rule she just made up on the spot. Oh well, just another problem to push to tomorrow. I needed to sleep now.

Despite my best efforts to get comfy, I just couldn’t drift off to sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts and horrifying implications. Would Athena be like this forever? What would my girlfriend think knowing that I turned her sister into a personal genie? Why did Athena’s Goddess form look exactly like the girl of my dreams?

My breath was caught in my throat as I felt Athena’s arms wrap around my back and caress my chest. A soft moan purred from her plush lips as she too got comfortable. Everything about her was soft, like a weighted blanket of fur that made my current blanket seem like cardboard. She squeezed slightly—now my other blanket was demoted to sandpaper.

“Athena… what are you doing?” I sparsely muttered, my eyelids wavering as a fog of unconsciousness descended upon my brain. “This… this is wrong…”

“Oh, but it‘s so, so right,” she spoke, her voice breathy as her toes curled around mine. “Trust me, I know how comfortable my body is, this will help you sleep. Let me serve you, master. Or should I say, boy scout?”

I wanted to protest further, command her to stop, but she was right. Her perfectly plush breasts pressing up against my back might as well have awakened a chakra within me. Her smell assaulted my nostrils with its perfection. I think I came, but she cleaned it all up before it could even stain my underwear.

Before I knew it, I was sleeping more soundly than I ever had in my life.