Family Magic – Chapter 1


Before I met Jean I had never considered fucking my family. She changed that.

Let me back up a bit. My name is Alistair. I’m twenty years old and my family situation isn’t the most normal you’ve seen. I have two moms, Kristine and Candice. Kristine is a doctor at the local hospital, while Candice teaches English at Springvale high. Neither of them wanted to go the sperm donor route for their kids so they adopted me and my two sisters.

Keri’s a few years older than me, twenty-four, and even though she had never said so I was sure she was a lesbian like our parents. She was super sporty, especially loving hockey and soccer, and kept her brown hair in a short pixie cut. When she wasn’t in uniform she usually dressed in sweatpants and tight tank tops that showed off her toned arms and large tits.

Sasha’s seventeen, and a real bookworm. She used to be cute as a button, always the center of attention, bouncing off the walls and with a glowing smile for everyone and everything – especially cute critters like dogs and horses. In the last few years she had taken a turn for the bitchy, always ready with a sarcastic putdown on the rare occasions she left her room. I often found myself missing her younger, happier self.

It was hard growing up surrounded by beautiful women. My moms were not shy with their affection for each other, kissing in front of us all the time and often groping each other lightly when they thought we weren’t looking. My friends often joked with me about asking them for a lesbian show, and I couldn’t help but be a little turned on at the image. Still, they were my parents, even if not by blood, so I suppressed those thoughts.

Keri was another source of taboo temptation. She developed pretty early, and was always around the house in her exercise gear, which only got tighter as she grew older. I have to admit that she was a frequent source of masturbatory fantasy in my hormonal teenage years, even if I never would have made a move on her. She was my sister, after all.

The constant visual stimulation of my mothers and older sister, combined with my lack of success with the girls in my school, led to me becoming very sexually frustrated. I had at least lost my virginity in a drunken encounter on prom night, but with no steady girlfriend my sex life was pretty much nonexistent, leaving me with just my hand and increasingly weird internet porn.

Until I found Jean.

It was a Sunday, my day off from my dead end job as a burger flipper. My moms were being especially affectionate today, kissing and fondling each other as they watched an old movie on TV. It made me happy that they were still so in love after all these years, even as it made me unwillingly horny to see them at it. I decided to go for a walk, hoping the fresh air would calm me down a bit and wanting to give them some privacy.

Mooching around the block, I turned a corner into a part of the suburb I hadn’t really explored before. It looked a bit sketchy to be honest, as sketchy as suburban America can anyway. I would have passed right on if I hadn’t seen the sign: YARD SALE.

Never able to resist a good yard sale, I approached the tables laid out in front of a nice looking house. I was the only customer, and the middle aged lady running the sale waved at me from her deck chair.

“Just holler if you find anything dear!” she said cheerfully, returning to her magazine.

I looked over the tables, quickly passing over most of the junk that normally litters yard sales. Stacks of DVDs and crappy board games, old belt buckles, broken paperbacks, all that shit. I was just examining an old stopwatch when I saw it. A lamp. I shit you not, it was an oil lamp, like from Aladdin or something. It looked really old and beat up, with stains covering most of the surface. I reached out to it, mostly to confirm that such an odd item was really here, and felt a tingling in my fingers as I touched its strangely warm surface.

“How much for this lamp?” I called over to the lady, waving it at her.

“What lamp?” said the lady, standing and coming over. I showed it to her. “How strange,” she said, “I don’t remember ever seeing that before. Perhaps another customer left it here by mistake!” She shook her head in mild confusion. “Oh well, it’s here now so I suppose I can sell it to you. Five dollars seems fair to me, don’t you think?”

I agreed, and handed over my cash. I don’t really know why I was so eager to own the lamp, but something about it called to me. I didn’t bother to look over the rest of the stuff on sale, thanking the lady and leaving, grasping the lamp tightly in my hand. I hastily made my way home, rushing past to my room and doing my best to ignore the giggles and moans coming from my mom’s bedroom door as I passed by.

I set on my bed and examined the lamp. It really did look old. I felt really silly now I was home, having bought this ridiculous piece of junk. It didn’t feel warm or tingly now, just rusty and dented. I almost threw it in the trash, but then made the all important decision. I rubbed the lamp.

“Holy crap it’s good to get out of there again!” said a voice in my ear.

I nearly had a heart attack! I jumped sideways, away from the girl who had suddenly appeared on the bed next to me. I backed into the corner, clutching the lamp defensively and looking her over while I waited for my heart to stop hammering furiously.

The girl was looking at me with a slight smirk, and she was hot. Long black hair flowed down her back, framing her tanned face. Her makeup emphasised her exotic green eyes, which seemed to glitter as they looked me over. My gaze naturally fell to her fantastic tits, wonderfully presented by a low cut shirt. The shirt was short enough to display her flat stomach and navel piercing, and the torn sleeves revealed a winding snake tattoo that travelled up her left arm and disappeared over her shoulder. Ripped jean shorts showed off her long smooth legs and bare feet. Overall, she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen in real life, and she was on my bed.

“What’s the matter?” she said, her smirk turning into a grin, “Never seen a genie before?”

“A genie?” I said, struggling to get the words out, “You’re saying you’re an actual genie, like you can grant wishes?”

“Yep!” she said, “The traditional three wishes. I can make you rich… I can make you famous… I can give you your heart’s desire.”

“But… you don’t look much like a genie.” I said, still not quite believing the situation.

The girl giggled and clicked her fingers. Her shirt and shorts were instantly replaced by a silky green bikini top and loincloth, somehow revealing even more of her perfect body.

“Hey, I keep up with the times! But if this suits better… convinced?” she said.

I nodded, suddenly thinking faster than I ever had before. Three wishes. I’ve always had those idle fantasies of what I would do with three wishes, and they mostly involved working out how to get more. Considering the sight before me, I was frantically modifying my ambitious plan.

“Ok, I think I know what I’m going to wish for.” I said.

“Oh, I like a man who knows what he wants.” said the girl, climbing onto all fours on the bed in front of me and giving me a fantastic view of her wonderful cleavage.

“First,” I said, thinking carefully about my words, “I wish that you are in love with me, want to be my girlfriend, but that you will not be jealous if I pursue other women as well.”

She looked surprised at this.

“Seriously? You want me to be your girlfriend? Well, if that’s your wish.”

She clicked her fingers before closing her eyes and shuddering. Opening her eyes again, she looked at me with a new desire. Where before she had a flirty, superior look in her eye, now she was clearly staring at me with lust.

“Baby,” she said huskily, crawling up the bed towards me. “You have your foxy magical girlfriend in your bed and you haven’t fucked me yet! And I’m so horny after being cooped up in my lamp with nothing but my fingers for company. Give me your cock baby, fill me up…”

She was on top of me now, her face inches from mine. I could hardly believe my luck as she lowered her head and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth to dance with mine. She lowered her barely clothed body onto mine and I dropped the lamp in my rush to explore her with my hands. She moaned into my mouth as I found and squeezed her firm ass, bare under her loincloth, and I moaned back as her hand found my rock hard dick and started rubbing it through my jeans.

“Take it out.” I said between kisses. She obliged, unzipping me and fishing my cock out. She began stroking slowly as she positioned herself above me.

“I need your cock honey,” she said, placing my cockhead at her entrance. “It’s been so long since I had a big, hard dick in my cunt. Fill me!”

She slowly sank down onto my dick, taking me deep into her tight, wet pussy. The feeling was incredible as she began rocking back and forth, riding me hard. I looked up at her wonderful body as it bounced above me, her large tits jiggling within her skimpy bikini. I reached up, pulled her breasts out and massaged them, feeling her nipples harden into my palms. She cooed and bounced more rapidly on my shaft. It was more than my inexperienced body could take.

“I’m going to come!” I groaned, thrusting into her as best I could.

“Come inside me baby!” she squealed, squeezing her cunt muscles around my dick, trying to milk the cum from me. “Fill my hungry pussy with your seed!”

Her encouragements were enough to tip me over the edge, and I thrust as hard as I could and blasted inside her. Stream after stream of sperm shot from my cock, filling her cunt and leaking out from the point where we were joined. She moaned again as I came inside her, leaning down to kiss me hard as I finished.

“That was wonderful babe,” she said, rolling off me, “It’s great to know that I still got it. But you got so excited I didn’t get to come!” She pouted. “I guess we’ll have to go again!”

“Again?” I said, eager but unsure of my abilities, “I’m not sure I can!”

“Well let’s see what we can do about that…” she said, and placed her hands on my temples. “Let’s just see what turns you on, stud…”

I felt a strange tingling in my head and I realised that she was looking into my thoughts! Before I could stop her she pulled away, smiling again.

“Oh you are a kinky boy!” she said, “You’re going to be a great boyfriend, I can tell… and I think I know how to get your motor running again.”

She clicked her fingers, and suddenly changed to look exactly like my sister Keri, dressed in lycra shorts and a sports bra. Her skin glistened with sweat as if she had just been exercising.

“Hey little brother,” she said, winking, “I got really turned on from my run, you know what showing off my fuckable body does to me, so how about I suck you off and you fuck me up the ass?”

I almost choked at hearing such language coming from my ‘sister’, but couldn’t deny the effect on my dick, which was beginning to stir again. ‘Keri’ saw this and moved down my body until she was facing my crotch. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft, which quickly hardened until it bumped against her lips.

“Maybe you’re not my ‘little’ brother after all”, she said, before reaching out with her tongue and licking the head gently. I instinctively thrust forward in response, so she apparently decided to skip the teasing, instead taking me in her mouth and sucking me into her throat. Her nose pressed against my pubes, and she used her tongue to lick my balls briefly before moving her head back and forth, taking me to the root every time like a pro.

After a minute of deepthroating me, ‘Keri’ pulled back. She turned around and climbed on all fours into doggy position before looking back to me.

“Come on bro, pull down my shorts and fuck your sister’s tight asshole.”

I leapt up and pulled at her shorts hard enough to rip them slightly, revealing her sculpted ass and shaved pussy. I had a different goal, so I spat on her asshole and lined my dick up.

“Just push right in bro,” she said, “Your slutty sister’s been getting assfucked since she was a teenager.”

I took her advice and slammed into the hilt. Despite what she had just said, her asshole was incredibly tight, more than her cunt. I began pumping into her ass slowly, enjoying the amazing experience of fucking my sister’s asshole.

“Fuck me rough, big brother,” she said between moans. “Pound my ass and pull my hair!”

I wanted to please her so I started slamming in hard, bottoming out in her guts with each thrust. I reached out and grabbed her short hair as best I could, pulling her head back as I used it as a handle to better ravage her asshole. She reached down with one hand to play with her clit, her moans reaching a fever pitch.

“I’m coming!” she squealed, “Come in my ass, bro! Shoot your spunk into my guts!”

Her words combined with her spasming asshole were enough to make me come as well, and I shot my second load of the afternoon into her tight hole as she writhed on the bed beneath me.

We finished our climaxes together, and I pulled out of her to lie back in my bed, my eyes blissfully closed. I started as I felt something on my wilting dick and looked down to see the girl, back in her own naked form, cleaning me off with her mouth.

“You’re incredible,” I said, stroking her hair. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Jean,” she said, pulling off my cock and climbing up my body to cuddle me. “Cliche I know, but there it is. And you’re Ali! A good name for my new master.”

“Master? So are you trapped in the lamp?” I said, idly playing with her nipples as we lay together in exhausted happiness.

“Yeah…” she said. “I have to give wishes to whoever owns the lamp, unless someone is nice enough to free me.”

“And if you’re freed, will you still have your powers?” I said, desperately hoping for a positive answer.

“I think so,” she said, nodding and stroking my chest, “But I won’t have to obey a master. I can be my own woman.”

The answer made me very happy, but also guilty as I planned out my remaining two wishes.

“Okay then Jean, here’s my next wish.” I said, “I wish that if I freed you, you would stay with me and use your powers as I wanted forever.”

Jean pushed herself up to look down at me disapprovingly.

“You’re lucky I love you so much, or I’d get mad about that.” she said, snapping her fingers, “Wish granted, you lucky boy.”

I grabbed her face and pulled her in for a long kiss before moving my lips to her ear.

“Then my last wish is for you to be free from your lamp.” I whispered.

She smiled at me, and clicked her fingers.

“Wish granted,” she said, “Now we can have some real fun.”

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