How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... closing, leaving Jeanie and me alone in the elevator once more.

Jeanie turned to me, looking surprised. "Dinner? We don't even have a kitchen set up."

I looked at her, smirking. "That's what I have you for, isn't it?" I said. The elevator ride continued in silence, leaving me to my thoughts, my eyes glancing over at Jeanie's revealing attire, and my mind wandering back to the young Emily.

"No doubt about it," I said, my mind still lingering on the image of Emily, "She was sexy."

"Who?" Jeanie asked, her brows furrowed in confusion, "The mother?"

I chuckled, shaking my head, "No, not the mother. The daughter."

"Emily?" she asked, her surprise evident. "She's just a child, John."

I grinned at her, amused at her reaction. "She's eighteen, Jeanie. Legally an adult."

Jeanie was silent, visibly taken aback. I watched her, a mischievous glint in my eye. I knew what I was implying was wrong. But there was something thrilling about crossing lines, about exploring uncharted territories, about flirting with the forbidden.

"Anyway," I said, dismissing the topic with a wave of my hand, "That's not what I was thinking about."

Jeanie eyed me, clearly skeptical. "Really? Then what were you thinking about?"

"Tonight," I replied, a wicked smile on my face. "Tonight is going to be fun."

Her gaze remained locked onto mine, her expression wary, but she didn't protest. She had no choice but to follow my lead.

I was looking forward to the evening, to having ...

... our new neighbors over for dinner, to seeing Emily again. It was going to be an interesting night.

Waving my hand around the spacious room, I watched as Jeanie took in the sight. The walls were a neutral shade of gray, matching the carpeted floor. Large windows lined one side of the room, flooding it with natural light. It was a blank canvas, ready to be personalized.

"I want this place to feel more like home," I said, walking over to a large, abstract painting that hung on the wall. "Not too many changes, just enough to make it our own."

Jeanie nodded, her gaze flicking around the room. Her hands began to move in fluid motions, her face concentrated. Before my eyes, the painting changed into a stunning portrait of a sunset over the ocean, the colors vibrant and alive. I smiled, pleased with the transformation.

"Good," I praised her, my eyes drinking in the new art piece. "Now let's make the living room more inviting."

For the next couple of hours, we worked together, making minor changes here and there. Jeanie used her powers to manipulate the interior, adding personal touches that transformed the penthouse into our home. A new rug here, a couple of bookshelves there, even a large, cozy fireplace in the living area.

After the penthouse was to my liking, I led Jeanie downstairs to a sizable room. It was vacant except for a large, plush carpet that covered the floor and a small, round table in one corner.

"I want this to be our special room," I declared, ...