Rupert Giles slid down his glasses, as he picked up the lamp and shone his flashlight on its surface in the darkness. The symbols confirmed this was the lamp of a genie.
He felt a little ashamed as it reflected on how he had come here, in secret, after discovering its location in one of his many Watcher’s tomes. But… the others wouldn’t understand. He felt he was getting closer to Joyce Summers, his Slayer’s mother… but there was always something happening in Sunnydale, some crisis or catastrophe to spoil the moment. Was it wrong to want to give what should be a normal, natural process a little magical shove.
He rubbed the lamp only for a voice to echo around the cave.
“You have woken the genie of the lamp. State your three wishes, for I will make them reality.”
Giles turned, unable to see the source of the voice. “Genie, I cannot see you? Where are you?”
“Everywhere and nowhere.” Came the reply. “I have been dormant for millennium, I have not the strength to… fully form. My apologies, but I can still grant your wishes. Tell me your first.”
“I love Joyce Summers, and, and I really want us to be together. You, happy. And not just her, I want her daughters to accept me as their new father. I want us all to be, a big, happy, loving family.”
The Genie’s voice echoed around the cave. “I can only grant wishes, Master”.
“Oh, indeed. In that case I wish I was married to Joyce Summers and we and her children were a happy, close, loving family.”
“Granted.” Replied the formless voice.
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Joyce stepped out of the shower and sauntered over to the mirror, softly towing herself down as she did so. Her fake DD tits jutted out from her surprisingly slender body. She didn’t mind that they looked fake - everybody did it these days. Just switch on the TV and you’d see some cheap slut whoring themselves out for fame and money.
She scowled. She wasn’t a whore. Despite what some of the other residents of Sunnydale may whisper behind her back. She’d paid and worked hard for this body, sculpting it to Rupert’s desires. The tits and facelift cost money, but her slim body was the result of hard work and sacrifice.
But it was all worth it – from the moment she said, “I Do!” she’d never been happier. She giggled. She may not be a whore, but she was a slut – Rupert’s slut.
She and her daughters would do anything to make him happy.
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Downstairs, Buffy’s hands delicately head Dawn’s head, her thumbs softly stroking her sister’s cheeks as she smiled. “Love you Sis” she said, leaning forward, pushing her tongue into Dawn’s mouth, her sibling moaning softly as she accepted the invader. Buffy made a soft sound of approval, as she rotated her jaw slowly, her tongue penetrating her sister’s mouth deeply.
Dawn gently sucked on Buffy’s tongue, her left hand rising to hold the back of her elder sister’s head, as her right arm snaked down to the heat between her legs. Another gentle moan escaped from her mouth as she lifted her pleated school skirt and pushed her thin panties aside, allowing her fingers full access to her moist, needy snatch.
Dawn was so lucky. Her older sister was so goddamn hot! And so athletic too! Her slim lithe body pressed against Dawn’s pinning her down on the sofa. Her sister rose a little, breaking the deep, loving kiss. A bridge of saliva hung between the two sisters, before it broke and formed a line of dribble on Dawn’s chin.
Buffy laughed – God, her sister was so cute. Everyone knew Dawn was the prettiest cutie in the whole of the school, and she looked adorable with their combined dribble glistening on and around her mouth. Her sister moaned, and Buffy laughed again. “Oh Dawn!” she exclaimed in mock horror, “You’re such a nypho-slut!” But her faux anger didn’t stop her from sliding her own hands down her sister’s body and under her skirt.
Dawn’s head rolled back, her eyes rising in their sockets as her sister’s fingers worked themselves in and out of her tight, wet passage. “Huhhhh, Huhhhhhh, thank you, Huuuuhhhh, sis” she moaned, “You’re the best!”
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Giles sat back, confused. “Is that it?” he asked, “I’ve dealt with wish granting beings before, and there’s always a big show – lights, sparks, musical chimes – that sort of thing,”
The voice replied “As I said, It is done Master. You have a loving wife and two beautiful, loving stepdaughters, as wished.” She smiled, her Master would get the “Big Show” when it returned home. “Your family will truly make you welcome and happy.”
The horned demoness that was the genie hung in the shadow, biding her time. Two more wishes, and then she could strike…