Inheriting a Genie

Book 1: All That Jazz

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2021 by John Rookwood

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Chapter One

 

 

 

I stared at the buxom woman in the skimpy harem-girl costume who had just appeared before me.

"Say that again?" I asked.

"I am at your command, master, and will serve you until you have made your third wish." the woman repeated. "Until my service is complete, you may ask me any questions and I will respond truthfully. Once the third wish is granted, my service will end and you can never again open my receptacle to summon me forth."

I glanced over at the bottle in question; I had thought it was a fancy decanter for booze that my great-grandfather had left me. It had arrived via courier service this morning in a straw-lined box that held both it and a tiny urn that was labeled with a small copper plaque that read; 'partial remains of Eugene Michael Saunders' along with his dates of birth and death. There had been a note that said simply: 'To my favorite great-grandchild. Opening this bottle will give you the answers I never could.'

My great-Grandpa Eugene Saunders had died a few months before, having outlived great-Grandma May by well over a dozen years. He had made it to his one hundredth birthday before passing away in his sleep a little over three months later. It came as no shock to the family because of his age, but he hadn't had any of the common ailments or conditions associated with a man of his very advanced years. One day he was fine, the next he was gone.

I had always been fond of him and called him 'Grampy Gene' as a kid, then again everyone seemed to call him that. I'd loved the old guy, and he had often told me stories about his years in the military during World War Two or about the weird customers who brought him cars to fix at the repair shop he opened after the war.

Grampy Gene hadn't been a wealthy man, but he'd been comfortable and had left a will to divide up his estate between his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Grampy Gene and May had two kids, eight grand kids and nearly two dozen great grandchildren, so I hadn't expected much when a lawyer's assistant called to confirm my address and informed me I had some inheritance coming to me. I received a check for a small sum, enough to cover my bills for a few months, and one of great-Grampa's personal items. I thought he might have left me his pocket watch, the one he'd taken off a Nazi officer when Nuremberg fell to the Allies, or maybe some of his old coins.

Instead, when I opened the well-padded box today, I found a small urn the size of a baby food jar, and a large blue bottle. The glass decanter, as I thought of it, had a wide globular base with the glass shaped into a twisted fiery design, a short, wide neck and was topped with a tall cap in the shape of a blue flame.

I had seen the item in Grampy Gene's liquor cabinet many times over the years and had thought it was just a bottle. Then I had opened it and the dark blue color faded to a lighter tone as azure smoke that smelled faintly of cinnamon swirled up from the opening and formed into the woman who stood before me now.

She was almost as tall as me, and I was six foot-one, with dark brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. Her face was attractive, even if her nose was a little large. The nose and her coppery skin tone made her look like she was of middle-eastern descent. It was obvious that she was well endowed under the gauzy light blue material that covered her upper torso, but her breasts were firm and hung well on her chest without the need of a bra. Her belly narrowed under her ribs and then her waist flared out, giving her a wonderful hour-glass figure.

There was a string of sparkling gems over her navel, and below that she wore sheer blue pants with gold trim. The legs of which were split down the sides and only barely concealed a gold-colored thong covering her intimate parts. On her feet were a pair of golden high-heeled shoes encircled by what looked like strings of small pearls.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, and my firm belief in science, her nature seemed clear.

"You're a genie..." I half asked, half stated.

"Indeed." she said with a wide smile.

"A real genie? The kind who grants wishes..." I continued.

"Correct." she confirmed.

"And I get three of them." I said, still dazed.

"Yes." she said, seeming to be amused by my confusion, but trying to humor me nonetheless.

"So... I can wish for anything?" I asked, incredulous.

"You may indeed wish for anything, master, however some things are beyond my power." she informed me, and I noticed her voice had an almost song-like quality to it.

"What kind of limitations are we talking about?" I asked, "Is it like in the kid's movie with the talking parrot?"

Her brow knitted as she answered, "I know not of such a movie, but then I have not been out of my bottle in many decades. Regardless of what your movie might have decreed, the main restrictions on my power are that I cannot create something from nothing, nor can I alter the flow of time or give life to that which has none. Also, you may not make wishes that affect me, nor the receptacle, nor may you wish for more wishes. Beyond that it is a matter of effect and area."

"Effect and area?" I repeated stupidly, still trying to wrap my head around the situation.

"Just so," she agreed, "The greater the effect the smaller the area that can be affected. For example, one of my previous masters wished to rule the world. When he discovered that was beyond my ability, he settled for being able to sway the minds of those near him. He was moderately clever in using that power, although I believe things went badly for him, based on his final wish."

"Whaaaaat was his final wish?" I asked, wary of where this conversation was heading.

"He wished to die, thus revoking his second wish for immortality." the woman stated matter-of-factly.

"Why would he do that?" I inquired.

She responded, "I believe it had something to do with the consequences of his use of the power I had granted him. He had used his ability of persuasion to create a small empire, but had angered other nations who joined forces to destroy his nation and sought to imprison him. He said he would not rot in a cell for all eternity as he made his last wish. Then he shot himself in the head."

My mind went back to grandpa Gene telling me about his time in the war as I asked, "What was that master's name?"

"Adolf." the genie said.

I fell back into my overstuffed chair as the pieces clicked into place. Grampy Gene had been one of the soldiers assigned to collect and catalog the items from Hitler's headquarters after the war. He had told me more than once it was where the blue decanter had come from...

Which meant great-grandpa Gene had gotten wishes too. I wanted to smack myself. Of course he had gotten wishes. The bottle didn't sit on his shelf for decades unopened. But what had he wished for? Not wealth, obviously.

Wanting to know the answers, I inquired, "My great grandfather was the next person to have your bottle after that, wasn't he? What did wishes did you grant him?"

"Master Eugene was indeed my next master." She confirmed, "He wished for a woman's love, to live to be one hundred years old and for all the money he would ever need. As such, I altered the mind of the woman he lusted after and made her his wife, ensorcelled him to live in health to see his one hundredth birthday plus one hundred days more, and enchanted his wallet so that it would always have the amount of money he desired."

I blinked a few times, "Wait, the wallet created money? I thought you said you couldn't do that?"

She shook her head, "You misunderstand master. The item created nothing, it simply moved the currency required by Master Eugene into itself. The money was taken from the pockets and strongholds of the wealthy and the criminal. It was one of Master Eugene's conditions."

Yeah, that sounded like great grandpa Gene alright. He had always resented how the rich people stepped all over the poor. It also explained why he never used any of the newer billfolds he got as gifts now and then, as well as why he always paid cash for everything. Most people just thought his cash-only policy was a quirk of someone who had lived during the Great Depression. Then I thought about one of grandpa Gene's other wishes.

"Wait, are you saying that my great grandma May was brainwashed into marrying him?" I asked.

The genie thought for a moment before replying, "I suppose that is one way of putting it. I simply altered his pheromones and her brain chemistry so that she would always be attracted to Master Eugene and implanted the idea that she wanted to spend her life with him. By the time the false idea faded, she was addicted to his pheromones and did not want to be separated from him for more than a few days at a time."

Now that the genie had mentioned it, I had never once heard great grandma May refuse her husband on anything. If he wanted a beer, she got him one. If he was hungry, she cooked him a meal. She had given him shoulder rubs all the time and never once complained about him going off on his own to fish or watch ball games. I always just assumed it was that whole 'true love' thing people liked to talk about in songs and movies. The long life wish also explained how grandpa had survived a motorcycle crash in his fifties. My dad had told me that no one expected him to make it after he slammed into a truck at seventy miles an hour. Pop had said Grampy Gene spent three months in the hospital recovering from all the broken bones and damaged organs. Doctors had called it a miracle he had survived all the injuries and the surgeries before making a full recovery.

Then I wondered about something else.

"Where is grandpa Gene's wallet now?" I asked.

"I know not," the genie replied. "Do you desire one like it as your first wish, master? I am afraid you have not told me your name yet so I cannot address you properly."

"Liam Saunders." I said without thinking.

"Master Liam then." she acknowledged.

"No, I'm not wishing yet. I have a lot of questions first." then a thought occurred to me. "For starters, what's your name?

"I am Jazzeramine." the genie informed me.

"Okay, cool." I said, "Is it okay if I call you Jazz?"

"Of course, master." she replied, "You may address me by any name you choose and I shall answer to it until you have made your final wish. I exist to serve you, after all."

That turn of phrase got my attention.

"Serve me how?" I asked.

"However my master desires." Jazz told me. "Anything that does not require me to use my magic to affect the world does not count as a wish."

"Anything?" I asked as my libido caught a whiff of the situation.

"Of course master, a genie is bound to serve the owner of the receptacle." she confirmed. "If you are hungry, I shall prepare food, if you need your domicile cleaned, I shall scrub it, if you desire sexual release, I will eagerly submit to your whims."

Jazz looked at my crotch and noted the bulge growing there. "Ah, I see you find me desirable, Master Liam. Shall I alleviate your discomfort?"

I nodded dumbly, and she bent over and began unbuckling my jeans, giving me a good look at her ample cleavage. After she stripped me of my pants, she worked my shorts down over my stiffening cock and smiled that wide smile at me as she stripped off her harem top and pants and slid her thong off, revealing a small patch of neatly trimmed pussy hair as she moved to straddle me on my chair.

Her crotch moved over my dick, and she slowly slid herself down, impaling herself on my pole.

"Mmm," she purred as she began to slide herself up and down. "Does my body please you, Master Liam?"

"Uh yeah." I said lamely. Her cunt was warm and wet and it felt silky smooth as she humped me while her breasts bobbed in front of my face hypnotically.

I wasn't a virgin, mind you. Hell, I was almost thirty and had been with several women over the years, but none had been so quick to fuck me. Well, except for that one chick at the music festival, but she had been drunk as hell and possibly high on something, plus she hadn't been nearly as good looking as Jazz. Then again, I wasn't the sort of guy who got casual sex either. My skin wasn't great, and I had a spare tire of fat around my gut. Not that Jazz seemed to care.

Moving my head forward, I began sucking on Jazz's left titty. It tasted fleshy and delicious as she adjusted her movements to keep her breast from moving as she screwed me.

I came far too soon. What can I say, it had been a while and Jazz was hot as hell.

As I climaxed, the genie slowed her pace until I was done ejaculating into her.

"Wait, can you get pregnant?" I asked, suddenly concerned and feeling a little more clear-headed after nutting inside her.

"No master. A genie is created, not born, and we cannot conceive children." Jazz said as she slid off of me and began to re-dress.

I reached for the box of tissues on the small table beside my chair and then noticed my dick was completely clean and dry.

"Ummmm, we did just have sex, right?" I asked, "That wasn't some illusion or something?"

"We did indeed, master." Jazz confirmed.

"Then why am I not covered in goo?" I asked, indicating my groin.

"Because I absorbed all of your seed, master. For which I thank you." She said as she adjusted her top.

"Huh? How? Why?" I babbled.

"It is how we genie feed outside our receptacle. I now have enough energy to exist in your realm for many hours before I shall need to return to my vessel to rest." she explained.

"You feed on sperm?" I asked.

"No, I feed on life energy." she corrected, "It can take many forms, but mortal blood and a man's seed are the purest sources, and thus the best ones. As for the why of it, I am not mortal, I am a creature of magic and there is very little magic left in this world to sustain me, thus I will need to feed often to remain outside my bottle."

I suddenly wondered if Grampy Gene had banged Jazz as well, but decided not to go there.

"You're not going to disappear back into that... um, receptacle, now are you? I have a lot of questions left to ask..." I told her.

Standing before me, Jazz said, "I shall answer them all, Master Liam, and then you can make your first wish."