Wanna hear the story of how my life turned to crap?

The first day of the weirdness started off pretty simply. Just me, my bowl of cereal, and my stepdaughter Lana's wonderful breasts. Lana was there, too. I remember because she yelled at me.

"Bill! Stop staring at me, you old pervert!"

She shouldn't have yelled at me, I didn’t even have a good view. She'd always worn tight little outfits that showed off her figure when I married her mother a couple of years ago, but since then she'd started covering up more. Today her sweatshirt hung on her so loosely I had to look really close to get the feel of how big her breasts were. Obviously, she wore those loose clothes just to get me to look harder.

"You know you like teasing me, little girl!"

Lana rolled her eyes and went back to her breakfast. I took another glance at her chest. Even in the sweatshirt it was obvious that she was so much better developed than a seventeen year old had a right to be. Especially since her body was so tight and fit otherwise. She still wore fairly tight jeans, and they provided another of the few thrills in my life.

"Bill," she said without even looking up from her cereal, "if you don't stop staring, I'll tell my Mom."

"Oh, you know you wouldn't do that. Sally would never believe you, she's not that bright!"

"You're the stupid one," shot back Lana.

And that was when Sally walked in.

"Lana! Don't call your stepfather stupid!" I gave Lana a little smile to rub it in. "He hears that enough from the interviewers who keep not offering him jobs." My smile fell as Lana flipped me the bird, which her mom saw and ignored.

I looked over at Sally. It was amazing that such a flat woman could produce such a well-endowed daughter. The scrubs that she wore for her nursing job weren't very flattering, either.

“Hey Mom?” Lana flashed an overly sweet puppy dog look. “Can you give me a ride home from Lauren’s house tonight? Pleeeaaase, pretty please?”

Sally frowned down at Lana’s adorable face. “Are you two going to study or talk about boys.”

Lana shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind talking about boys, but Lauren never wants to. So studying, I guess.”

“OK, fine,” said Sally. “And what are you doing today, Bill?”

"I've got another job interview!"

"Great," she said sarcastically, "just try not to get too drunk at your 'interview.'"

After breakfast I went straight to the bar. I didn't like Sally’s little "too drunk" comment, so I went to another bar after the first one cut me off. It's my unemployment check, I could do what I wanted with it, right?

By the time the last bar kicked me out, it had gotten late. I felt pretty good, so I whistled a tune as I stumbled home. I don't remember which tune, something about a boatload of amazons, I think. I was so mellow I didn’t even mind when I had to duck into an alley to puke.

That's where I saw the lamp.

It looked exactly like those magic lamps you see in cartoons. It was just sitting in the middle of the alley, gleaming. "Hey!" I yelled out to the empty alley, "that's, uh, that's my lamp! I'm glad I did found it, I did I am!" I swiped that thing fast. I couldn't fit it in my pocket, but I didn't mind carrying the thing the whole way home.

When I got to my house, all the lights were off. That meant the girls were asleep already, so I needed to sneak in. I did pretty well; I made it to the living room before knocking over a lamp. I saw the light come on under my bedroom door, so I dove into the guest bedroom and waited. My wife's a huge nag, but if you just avoid her at the right times, life is pretty easy. I had a major giggle fit right then, but I held it back cause I heard her stomping around the living room.

Once everything quieted down, I remembered the lamp I was holding. I rubbed it immediately. I don't know if it was faith in those old cartoons I used to watch or the boatload of beer I'd had that day, but I wasn't surprised at all when the Genie popped out of the bottle. Big, green, and wearing more jewelry than I'd bought my wife in our entire marriage. He looked all sorts of nutty.

"Greetings!" he said.

"Oh, hi. How’s you doing? So what's the deal, three wishes?"

"Hmmm." The Genie stroked his beard. "You can have more than that, if you like."

That just about floored me. "Woo! That's incredible! I can just wish for everything I ever wanted right now!" I made up a little dance.

"Well," interrupted the Genie, "Not right now. Just one wish per night. I have my limits."

I shrugged. "No problem, you can't do it all at once, I can deal with your limitations. Hmmm, what do I want most? I guess I'd really like a piece of my stepdaughter, Lana. She's so fucking hot, she's the only reason I'm still glad I married her mother."

The Genie smiled. "So, you want to do something with the girl in the next room?"

I smiled back, then frowned and shook my head. "Noooo, that won't work. I can't. Her mom would kill me. Hell, she's not even eighteen for another couple of weeks, is that even legal?" Then I fell down.

Hitting the floor banged a little sense into me, though. I looked back up at the Genie and smiled. "Hey, I know! I want you to fix it so that it's perfectly OK for me to fuck that stepdaughter of mine, OK?"

The Genie smiled back at me. He didn't seem bothered by me being sprawled on the floor. Maybe he thought that was normal for people. "When you awake, your wish will be granted."

"Thasss awesome," I said, and passed out.

The next morning I woke up in a pretty good mood. I sat up on the floor and felt the carpet pattern in the side of my face. I laughed a little at how deep the imprint was and tried to rub it out.

That's when I noticed that I didn't have any stubble. I always have stubble in the morning. And I always get a huge hangover after a night of drinking, so why did I feel so good now?

Then I looked around the room. There were posters on the wall that hadn't ever been there before. Some were of bands, some of comic book heroes. It looked like a kid's room. It actually looked a lot like my room when I was a teenager, just with more modern stuff. When did all this crap get in the guest room?

Then I remembered the Genie.

I ran out of the room and into the bathroom. As soon as I saw myself in the mirror I knew I was some kind of screwed. I looked fourteen instead of forty four.

"Hey Billy, hurry up!" yelled Lana through the bathroom door. "You're supposed to be ready by now, I need the bathroom!”

I looked back at the mirror, but looked away again when I saw the pimples. I couldn't stand looking at myself like that. It'd been 25 years since I'd had pimples! I was done with that crap!

Lana banged on the door. "Billy! Billy, get out here or I'm telling your dad!"

My Dad? I had no idea what she was talking about. She pounded on the door again, so I decided to remind her who was boss.

I yanked open the door and came face to breast with Lana. I’d forgotten that I didn’t hit my growth spurt until I was 16.

"Come on, move!" She put a hand on my forehead and shoved me out of the way.

As Lana entered the bathroom she grabbed a hairbrush and went to work on her hair. My cock immediately hardened. I couldn't believe how hot she looked. Her pajamas weren’t very tight at all, but she still looked great in them. I knew I was the one who’d gotten smaller, but all the right stuff looked a little bigger on her than before, making my cock bigger than it had been in awhile. I remembered my first day of high school, long ago, and the ridiculously hard boner I’d gotten when I first saw the senior cheerleaders. Now Lana was the hot older girl.

Lana turned and saw me looking. She made a little face and said "Gross!" as she closed the bathroom door. I smiled. It felt weird to smile right then, but I liked that even with all this crazy change, she still got off on me taking a peek.

I walked into the kitchen and stopped short. I had no idea who the guy at the table was. He looked like a loser in his bathrobe full of holes. He hadn't even shaved yet, and it didn't look good on him. Patchy.

He looked over at me. "Morning, Billy."

"Uh, morning..."

He looked back at his newspaper and I recognized him. This was the loser that my wife had dated before me. I almost laughed as I thought about how much she’d complained about the guy when we started dating.

Then Sally walked in. "Billy, get dressed. Just because you have the week off from school doesn't mean you can loaf around all day in your pajamas."

That's when I felt really shitty. She wasn't my wife now, she was my mom. My stomach started flipping around like a fish on the beach.

She must have seen the face I made. "Don't try the sick game!" said 'Mom' as she walked over to me. "I've known you for three years, and you've only been ‘sick’ when you wanted something! Well I don't have time today, I have to get to the hospital for a second shift while your worthless father pretends to look for a job again."

She’d only known me three years? I looked over at 'Dad' as he shrugged at me. She saw the motion and started yelling at him. The stupid loser raised his hands in front of his face like she might hit him.

Then I figured it out. She wasn't my Mom. She was my stepmom. Which meant that Lana...

I smiled at 'Mom' and ran back out into the hallway. Lana opened the door and walked out. I gave her a quick wink.

She stuck her tongue out at me with a sneer.

"Nice tongue," I said, "You don't have to show it off, I know you want to rub it all over me, stepsis."

Lana rolled her eyes, but didn't even slow down as she walked into her room. "Whatever, Limpy the dwarf."

I walked back to my room and picked the lamp up off the floor. I felt kinda giddy right then, but still pretty freaked. I wanted to make the next wish, but I really wanted to know what the fuck had gone wrong with this one. I stared at the lamp for 10 minutes, not sure if something else would go wrong if I rubbed it again. Finally I gave it a little stroke.

Nothing happened. I rubbed it again, thinking that maybe I'd done it wrong. I rubbed three times, then I rubbed the bottom of it, then I rubbed just the lid, but nothing worked. I rubbed for ten minutes with nothing coming out before I gave up.

I stopped when I remembered that the Genie had said I'd get one wish a day. Was there some kind of time limit? No big deal, I could put up with this crap for a day. It was actually kind of fun looking at Lana from a different angle, and I got a kick out of seeing the wife give some loser a hard time instead of me.

I walked out into the hallway right as a blur with a brown ponytail bounced by. I turned and saw that it was Lauren, Lana's friend. She didn't even acknowledge me, she just trotted right into Lana's room. Too bad, I always liked it when she came over. She wasn’t as curvy as Lana, but she always had this perky little smile that makes you want to put a cock between her lips. Not only was she cute, but she was really touchy. Not 'touchy' like emotional, I mean she was always hugging Lana or rubbing up against her. I'd thought about that plenty of times when the wife was in no mood to touch me.

Then I noticed that Lauren had left the door open a crack. I tiptoed up to it and thanked God for small miracles. I looked through and listened.

"Your brother is such a... a... I don't know, ‘tard’ is way too mean to the real tards."

"Ugh," said Lana, "don't call him that. His little perverted stares are sick enough without trying to think of him as ‘my brother.’"

I pushed the door open a tiny bit and saw that Lana was leafing through a magazine absentmindedly. It was probably one of those girly magazines that talks about "how to please your man" on every page.

“I can’t stand how he stares at me all the time,” said Lana, thought I knew she was lying. “It doesn’t even help much when I wear these stupid sweatshirts. It’s too hot for this anyway.” I almost cried a little when she started pulling her sweatshirt off. She had another shirt on underneath, but it was a tight little t-shirt, and it showed off every inch of her awesome chest.

Lauren leaned over until her shoulder was up against Lana's. "So he just stares at you? Do you think you ever accidentally, um, send him any signals?"

Lana snorted, but didn't look up from her magazine. "Signals? God, no. But he thinks I do. He takes everything I do as flirting. He’s such a little perv." She arched her back as she said this, stretching out her chest and answering several of my prayers.

"Hey son, you see anything good?" I spun around when I heard my "Dad" behind me. He had a stupid grin on his face.

"Billy, you turd!!" shrieked Lana. I didn't even have time to turn around, the door slammed shut behind me almost instantly.

Dad looked sad now. I was glad and I told him so. "Great, you messed it up. Loser." He didn't say a word as I stomped back to my room.

The two girls barely left Lana's room all day. I snuck a couple more peeks when they made kitchen runs, but mainly I just stayed in my room and stared at the lamp, rubbing it regularly. It took forever, but right after midnight the rubbing caused smoke to pour out and the Genie appeared again.

“Well,” he said, “how did the first wish go?”

“It stunk!” I tried not to yell so nobody would come looking for me, but it still came out a little loud. “What the hell did you turn me into a kid for?”

The Genie looked confused. “You said sex with your stepdaughter might be illegal because she was so young, then you asked me to make it OK to sleep with her. I made you plenty young enough for it to be legal. I even made it so that you still lived here, but weren’t her father in any way!” The Genie grinned the dumbest smile ever.

“Fine,” I said. “I guess I wasn’t clear. Don’t ever make wishes drunk, Genie, it won’t work out for you.” I thought about what I wanted to do next. “OK, let’s fix this. I wish I was her stepdad again, and that Lana is crazy hot for her big, manly stepdad!”

The Genie raised his eyebrows. “That may not be the best—“

“Look,” I cut him off, “that’s my wish. Just do it the best way you can, all right!”

The stupid Genie nodded and disappeared. I collapsed in my bed, exhausted after a long day of dealing with my ramped up teenage hormones.

When I woke up the next day, the first thing I did was grab my face. Still pimples, no stubble.

“Shit!”

“Billy!” My ‘Mom’ must have been in the hallway. “You better be hurt if you’re yelling curse words in my house!”

“Uh, yeah,” I yelled back. “I dropped the, um, alarm clock on my foot. Don’t come in, I’m not decent.”

I’m not sure why she laughed so hard when I said that.

I looked around the room for some clothes and found something on the floor that looked OK. Then I noticed the floor was different. Bigger. I looked around. My room was bigger than yesterday. The posters on the wall were the same, but I had a bigger closet and a personal bathroom that I hadn’t had before, and the furniture looked nicer, too.

I dressed as quickly as I could and ran out into the hallway. I almost fell down the stairs in front of my room. There were stairs now! The house had grown a second story overnight! What did a bigger house have to do with making Lana want me?!

I looked around the house for a minute and found the kitchen. Lana and my “parents” sat at a huge kitchen table, drinking OJ.

Then I looked at ‘Dad.’ It was the same guy as before, but I just barely recognized him. He looked taller, and a hell of a lot more muscular. He even had light stubble that made him look like one of those studs in the shaving cream commercials.

I almost bit my lip when I saw how Lana acted. She kept stealing little glances at the big guy. Every once in awhile he caught her and smiled. She just looked away, embarrassed.

“You want anything to eat?” my ‘Mom’ asked me.

“Uh, yeah.” I couldn’t get over her offering to make me breakfast, she hadn’t done that in a long time. “How about pancakes?”

“You had to pick something hard, didn’t you?”

At least she had the decency to complain a little so I’d know I hadn’t completely entered the twilight zone. She turned around and started making the pancakes, though.

Then I turned to the bastard sitting in my chair. He looked back at me. “Sit down, Billy, join us. I got Dr. Peterson to cover my hospital shifts for the rest of the week, so we need to plan all the fun we’re going to have on my time off!”

What a twat.

“Maybe we could go clothes shopping,” said ‘Mom’. “Lana needs some nicer clothes, something that shows off what a cute girl she is.”

The muscled jerk smiled at the girl like he thought it was the best idea in the world. “Yeah! How’s that sound, Lana?”

“No!” she said, “What I have is fine.”

“Come on,” he insisted, “You can’t tell me you don’t like shopping? Oh, I get it, you don’t want to go shopping with your parents.” He pulled out his wallet. “Here, take my credit card and have fun. You can even take Lauren and she can get a few things, just for fun.”

Lana shook her head bashfully, not even looking him in the eye. “I like my clothes. I…” she turned and saw me looking at her chest again. “I like being covered up,” she sneered.

They let it drop and a few minutes later Lana forgot about me. She was too wrapped up in Mr. Perfect to notice me looking at her today. She just kept staring at him like a moron, but she glanced away every time he looked at her. The best part was that the stupid beefcake didn’t even seem to get that this hot teenaged slut wanted to jump him. But that meant he wasn’t as wrapped up in Lana as she was in him.

“Billy!” he yelled, “Stop staring at your sister!”

“Hey, it’s no big deal, she’s not really my—“

He pointed out the kitchen door. “To your room for the rest of the day!” Then he stood up. He was much bigger than he’d looked sitting down. “NOW!”

I got up and stomped up the stairs to my room, trying to figure out what to do next.

At midnight the Genie popped out again.

“What’s wrong with you?!” I hissed at him. “Why didn’t you grant my wish?”

The Genie looked at me apologetically. “I tried to tell you last night, part of your wish was against the rules.”

“Rules? What rules?”

The big green Genie floated around the room. “You can’t undo what you’ve already done with a previous wish, not immediately. So I couldn’t grant the first part of your wish, where you asked to be the stepfather again.”

I buried my head in my hands, trying hard not to scream at the moronic Genie. “So how does that turn into all this other stuff?”

“Well,” said the Genie, “the second part of your wish was for Lana to be ‘crazy hot for her big, manly stepdad.’ So I looked inside her mind for all her strongest fantasies and desires and remade her new stepfather to fit. Part of that was him being incredibly successful, so naturally a few other things changed as well.”

I looked out the window at our giant lawn and the huge garage with a car for everyone except me. I wasn’t old enough to drive yet. “Yeah, stuff changed, but not the right stuff. Look, are there any other rules?”

The Genie smiled again. “No, just the two. One wish per day for the person who rubs the lamp and no undoing past wishes until some time has passed.”

I took a couple of deep breathes. I knew I could think of something useful, I just needed to calm down. What would be a good wish? I thought about some of the things that had happened at the table this morning. Sally had tried to get Lana to wear cuter clothes. At least my ‘Mom’ got one thing right. Lana had acted like a meek little kitten for… at that point I didn’t even know what my name to call my ‘Dad.’ Anyway, Lana could barely look at the guy, which was cute, but kinda lame.

A smile hit me so hard the corners of my mouth hurt. “Genie, I want you to make Lana start behaving like a huge flirt. I mean, she is already in that subtle, pretending-not-to-be-a-slut way. But I want her to start acting like a massively outgoing flirt, not just in what she does, but in how she dresses. Does that break any of the rules?”

The genie smiled and said, “No, that is a perfectly fine wish! That will actually require very little change to the girl.”

“I knew it!” I stabbed a finger toward the genie. “She is a little slut inside, isn’t she?!”

“Well,” said the genie, “not exactly. I mainly need to add some confidence and pride to her personality. She seems to have had those things beaten down in the last few years, but I can easily give her an abundance of them.” He smiled reassuringly and disappeared in another cloud of smoke.

I went to bed, but it took me awhile to drift off. Fantasies about the new Lana kept me in too good a mood to sleep.

The next day I woke up a little late. By the time I got downstairs, 'Dad' was the only one in the house.

“Where is everyone?”

He looked at me sternly, like a prison warden who doesn’t know the inmate is smarter than he is. “Are you going to behave today?”

I couldn’t wait until I figured out how to reverse the situation. I’d never been a child abuser, but I planned to start after I was the overly muscled doctor and he was the stepson. Until then, I had to put up with this prick. “Yes, I’ll behave.”

He smiled. “OK. Your Mom went on a walk with her friend, Mrs. Fenton. Lana decided to take me up on my offer of a shopping spree with Lauren. I even let her borrow my porsche because I thought she deserved something special after how you’ve been acting lately.”

I nodded, then went to the living room to wait. I hated that I’d missed the new, flirtier Lana, but she’d be home soon.

TV kept me occupied as I waited, but not by much. Hours went by. How long does a shopping trip take? I kept fantasizing about the skimpy little outfits she might come home in. A few times I thought I’d have to go upstairs and jack off to relieve the pressure, but I didn’t want to miss her getting home. Besides, I knew I’d figure out how to fuck Lana soon, so I’d been holding off on satisfying myself.

At almost ten that night, she finally came in. I couldn’t believe it, she had dressed even better than I’d imagined. Her pleated denim skirt was so short I was sure I could get a good look at her panties if I caught her leaning over the right way. Even better, her thin, white top was so low cut that it displayed a wonderful amount of cleavage. And no bra.

Lauren walked in behind her, giggling. They both carried several shopping bags. I’m sure Lauren wore something great too, but I couldn’t stop looking at Lana.

‘Dad’ walked in. “Wow. Um, that’s really nice Lana.”

“Thank you!” Lana grinned and twirled around. I was right, the panties came right into view as the skirt flipped up. Not that the big moron was smart enough to appreciate it.”

“You know, when your Mom suggested some nicer clothes, I don’t think this is what she meant.”

Land dropped her bags and hugged him. Tightly. With a little hopping motion that must have rubbed her breasts against his chest. “I know, but I really wanted something cool. I feel like I’ve been hiding and these clothes looked sooo cute. Thank you so much for letting me get them!”

With all that attention, he didn’t even flinch, he just pulled her off. “All right, all right. You girls keep things quiet, OK? Your Mom will be home soon, she and Mrs. Fenton decided to make a day of their trip to the park.” He walked off without even noticing Lana tilting her head and grinning at him.

Once he was gone, the two girls burst out giggling. Luckily they didn’t notice me on the living room couch, watching their conversation in the hallway.

“Wow,” said Lauren, “You are sooo outgoing today! I’ve never seen you act like that with your stepdad!”

Lana shrugged merrily. “He needs some kind of female attention. It’s not like Mom ever touches him.”

Lauren looked as confused as I felt. “Why not?”

Lana leaned in close, I had to strain to hear them. “Do you really think that Mom spent all day “in the park” with Mrs. Fenton?” Lauren’s mouth fell open. “Yeah, David’s too sweet and devoted to notice. God, I wish someone was so devoted to me.”

“Wow,” said Lauren. She grabbed Lana’s arm. Usually Lana ignored that kind of touch from Lauren, but this time she put an arm around the other girl’s waist and pulled her close.

“Yeah, it’s true,” said Lana. “Before she lucked out and snagged David, Mom dated a bunch of losers to keep her parents from figuring out that she’s a lesbian. Isn’t it pathetic that she didn’t just tell them?”

“Yeah,” said Lauren forlornly as the two girls held each other. “That’s… that’s really pathetic.

I realized why Lauren always hugged up against Lana. Lana was just as oblivious as her new stepdad. Lauren had practically worshiped Lana before, and the new, flirtier version obviously drove her crazy. My ‘stepsis’ might not get what was going on with Lauren, but I loved the idea of hot little Lauren getting on her knees for Lana’s tight pussy. It made me moan a little.

Maybe I moaned more than a little, because the girls turned and saw me in the living room. I couldn’t help smiling, now it was my turn to get some flirting from Lana!

“Ug,” said Lana, “you’d better go, Lauren, before this little turd ruins my mood.” They quickly hugged, then Lauren left while Lana flipped me the bird and carried her bags upstairs.

I stared at the empty stairway. “What the hell?”

That night I drove myself to frustration. Why did Lana flirt with everyone but me?! Why did every wish turn out wrong?! I needed that damn genie to tell me what was going on.

Midnight finally came, but a knock interrupted me before I grabbed the lamp. I opened the door and smiled at Lana.

“Time to talk, dweeb.” Lana pushed me backwards and walked in. “I’m sick of you staring at me all the time.”

I rubbed my chest where she’d shoved me. “You know you like it!”

“No,” said Lana nastily, “I don’t. I don’t mind a little attention from everyone else in the world. There are plenty of guys out there who can appreciate me without being perverts about it. But you need to stop.”

Then she wandered over to my dresser and picked up the lamp. “What’s this?”

“That’s mine!” I reached for the lamp, but without looking at me she reached back and pushed me away again, knocking me to the ground. It pissed me off that I was so much smaller than her that she could do that. It also turned me on a little.

Lana didn’t even bother looking at me. She started stroking the lamp absentmindedly with the tips of her fingers. “I can’t believe what a pain in the ass you are. You’ve got to stop leering at me all the time.” She set the lamp down and started walking out of the room, not noticing the bits of green smoke coming out of the lamp. “I wish you’d just do what you’re told.”

I ran to the door and shut it as the smoke thickened. The genie came out and said, “That’s an easy enough wish to grant.”

“Wish?” I said, “I didn’t make a wish!”

The Genie shrugged. “No, but she made the wish for the day. It is a little odd that she didn’t see me. I’ve never granted a wish for someone who didn’t know I exist before.”

“Wait! ‘Wish for the day?!’” The genie was screwing me again! “So I don’t get a wish at all because of something stupid like her rubbing it randomly? It’s my lamp!”

“No,” said the genie as he disappeared, “It’s my lamp.”

The next day I stayed in my bed until noon. I didn’t want to deal with the world, and I was too afraid of Lana’s wish. She’d said I should stop looking at her, then made that wish about doing what I was told. I’d go nuts if I could never peak at her incredible body again.

I left my room at about three o’clock, deciding that I might as well find out what was going to happen. I wandered around the house, looking for Lana. I found her in the game room, practicing pool by herself.

I could still look at her, and the view made me rock hard instantly. She had on a plaid skirt. I’d dreamed about this girl in a plaid skirt, and now she had on one so short I could see up it as she leaned over for a pool shot. She had on pink panties and they clearly showed cameltoe.

When she straightened up I saw that she was wearing a sweatshirt again. But not a baggy one like before. This one was thinner, and tighter, showing off every bit of her curvy chest. And even better, it had a zipper down the front, which she’d pulled down enough to show off her a great little hint of cleavage. There was something written on the front of the blue sweatshirt, but I was too focused on what was between the open zipper to read it.

Lana saw me as I looked her over. I flashed my best smile and asked, “Want someone to play with?”

“Go jump in a lake.”

Immediately my body jerked around and walked off without a thought from me. When I got out the front door I started running down the street. I tried to stop, but my body just pushed forward, completely out of my control. After I’d been running forever and my sides threatened to burst open, I realized where I was going.

I turned down the road leading to Montgomery Lake. My legs wouldn’t stop, but I could still control my arms. I tried to get my clothes off as I ran along the dock, but I barely had one arm out of my shirt as I leaped into the lake.

I swam back to the shore and dragged myself out. The front of my chest was red from my belly flop. I rang my shirt out and put the wet thing on, then fell on the ground, still exhausted from the long run.

By the time I walked home it was almost five o’clock. I stepped into the house and saw Sally. Unfortunately, she saw me, too.

“Where have you been all day!” She shook a dust mop at me. “I’m trying to get this house straightened up and you just disappear. Go clean your room!”

Again I felt the jerk on my body, as if puppet strings yanked me up the stairs. I put away my clothes, wiped up the dust, made my bed, and did everything else that could possibly qualify as cleaning my room. By the time I was done, I felt so tired I would have sworn I’d been beaten up.

I sat in my room a little longer, afraid to leave.

“Billy!” called ‘Dad’ from downstairs, “dinner’s ready. Come on down.”

I automatically jumped up and ran down to the table. ‘Dad’ and Lana sat across from each other. Sally wasn’t there.

“Your Mom’s out tonight,” said the stupid beefcake. “Mrs. Fenton picked her up and the two of them went to some kind of women’s club event.” Lana held her face, trying not to laugh, but he didn’t notice.

Nobody talked much over dinner. The moron read a newspaper as he ate. Lana stared at him dreamily, arching her back and smiling devilishly whenever he looked up at her. He was too stupid to notice, he just grinned back like the perfect father. I noticed, and I loved the show she put on. That zipper on her tight blue sweater begged me to reach over and pull it down the rest of the way. Just like the other day, she was too wrapped up in her muscle bound stepdad to notice me looking at her. Again, he paid more attention to me than the hot slut he had across the table.

“Billy!” he yelled.

“Yeah, I know, go to my room.” I got up and left, but I stopped outside the door and hid.

“I’m so sorry,” he told Lana. “Since my first wife died, I haven’t known what to do with him. I’d only known him for a year when I became his only family.” I guess the genie had filled his head with a whole sappy history of how he became my Dad.

“Oooh,” said Lana with a ton of syrup in her voice, “that’s so sad. You’re so sweet. You’re just… really, really great… Dad.”

I could actually hear him smile through that stupid chiseled chin as he said, “You don’t have to call me ‘Dad’, Lana. It feels silly for you to call me ‘Dad’ when I’m technically closer to your age than to your Mom’s. Just call me David.

I almost gagged on Lana’s giggling. “OK… David.”

I decided to risk a peek and poked my head around the doorway.

“David,” said Lana, “Do you think you could get Billy to, you know…?”

He flashed an obnoxiously handsome smile. “Stop staring at you all the time?”

Lana’s face snarled up. “Ugh! And he acts like I want him to stare!” Lana grabbed the collar of her sweatshirt with both hands and tugged theatrically. “It’s like he thinks I’m gonna rip my shirt off and give him a big-“

Lana tugged too hard and the zipper flew down as she pulled the sides of her shirt apart. It didn’t reveal everything, but you could easily see the tops of her areolas. He stared at her face for a moment, frozen, then looked away. As soon as his eyes were turned Lana pulled her shirt together frantically and said, “Oh my God!”

“Don’t worry,” said the idiot reassuringly, “I didn’t see anything.”

In a slightly dejected voice Lana said, “Not even a little?”

Then she turned away in mock shyness. Unfortunately, she turned towards the kitchen door. “You little pervert!” she screamed at me crazily. “God, go away! Just go away and jerk off for eight hours straight! You know that’s all you really want to do, you pathetic jerk-off!”

‘Dad’ looked shocked. “Lana!” He said something else after that, something about calming down, but I was too far away to hear by then. My body had started up the stairs on its own.

As I closed the door to my room I tried convincing myself that she hadn’t told me to do anything. She’d just been angry, it wasn’t a real command, right? My body didn’t obey at all as I compulsively pulled my pants down. Then I started jerking off. Suddenly I didn’t feel like arguing anymore, the relief felt so great.

I fantasized about Lana. I fantasized about Lana and Lauren. I even fantasized about Sally and Mrs. Fenton, and since I’d never met Mrs. Fenton she looked like a porn star in my fantasy. It felt incredible to finally jerk off again.

But it only felt that good for the first hour. I couldn’t cum, I couldn’t get any release at all and I knew I wouldn’t until I finished jerking off. After another hour I started getting sore. Then the fantasies started to repeat on me and weren’t as enjoyable. I silently begged to cum as my mind wandered to places I didn’t want it to go.

I started thinking about David fucking the girls instead of me fucking them. My fantasies got depressing as his perfect muscled body screwed all the girls in every possible position. I hated him more than ever and wanted to bash his head in with a shovel, but instead of actually thinking about doing that, I kept thinking, “I’ll wait until he’s done fucking Lana. No need to interrupt the show.”

By the time midnight came around, my frustration had me in knots. I jerked off with one hand while rubbing the lamp with the other. The smoke came out and the genie appeared. He actually looked sorry for me when he saw what I was doing.

“Are you…” I could barely get the words out, I was so winded. “Are you trying to fuck me over on these wishes?”

“No!” said the Genie reassuringly. “Just work out a good wish and things will get better. And soon you will be able to reverse your first wish!”

I had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying. In my head I was fucking Lana doggy-style, with her plaid skirt pushed up over her waist and her little pink panties pushed to the side. I continued jerking off as I pushed myself to keep talking.

“I can reverse my wish? I can become her stepfather again? I thought you said I couldn’t do that?”

The genie smiled wide. “You can’t use a wish to reverse another wish immediately, but after five days you can. Tomorrow is five days from when you made your first wish.”

“That’s great,” I said, “but I’ve still got to figure out something for tonight.” In my head Lana did a striptease. “Something that won’t fuck up again.” Now Lana and Lauren both danced in my head. “OK, let’s just try something simple. Just a little fun. I just want to see Lana naked and doing lots of naughty stuff.”

The Genie smiled wide. He faded away as he said, “You will enjoy this one, I promise.”

I thought about what the genie said as I jerked off. Reversing my first wish was going to be great. I started thinking about myself as the stepfather again, but this time I was big and muscular like my replacement. I thought about what it would be like when Lana threw herself at me like she’d been doing with the perfect doctor stepdad lately.

But I wouldn’t get rid of the loser. I’d switch places with him. He’d be the annoying brother she hated. I’d make him watch me fuck her while he jerked off for hours in frustration. I played that out in my fantasy, loving the sight of him crying as Lana told me how great I was.

Knowing that I’d be in control again by tomorrow night made me bolder and bolder in my fantasy. I imagined turning Lana into a cheerleader and making the cheer squad wear outfits so skimpy they couldn’t get through a cheer without popping out of them. I imagined turning Lana into a stripper for a week, then a nurse. Then I came up with a fantasy I really liked: turning her into a poor, teenage waitress who served me coffee and a blowjob on my way to work every morning.

I made up my mind to do all of these things after tomorrow night, but I knew I’d always turn her back into my teenage stepdaughter. There was no reason I couldn’t keep her in high school forever, serving my cock with her incredible young body.

Finally I came. I came so hard I heard angels sing. I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow night would make everything the way it should be.

When I woke up I bolted to a sitting position so fast it would have wrenched my back in my old body. I remembered the wish I’d made last night and panicked. I had asked to see Lana naked and naughty, but that wasn’t specific. I meant I wanted a video of her dancing that I could watch all the time, but what if the genie misunderstood again?

I looked around the room and didn’t see a tape anywhere. The fact that the room looked exactly like it had yesterday suddenly comforted me a little. I felt relieved that at least it hadn’t changed drastically today. Then I noticed something unusual about my wall.

I hopped out of bed and took a closer look at the wall. It had a small hole in it. Then I remembered that this was the wall between my room and Lana’s. I almost smacked my head against the wall as I dove for the hole.

There she stood. Gorgeous. She had a little pink tank top on already, but nothing from her belly button down. I might have moaned a little bit at the sight of her perfect little seventeen year old pussy. She turned around too quickly for a good look, but I didn’t mind when I saw that glorious ass. It curved so nicely, going from her little waste to her very well rounded cheeks. She put on some tiny white panties with red trimming, but they still showed off that great ass.

I groaned again out of frustration when she pulled on a little white skirt. It was a great skirt, really tight. Normally I’d love to see it on her, but my cock felt like busting and I didn’t want the show to end.

This wish had gone much better than the rest.

Someone knocked on the door. Lana walked out of view of my peep-hole for a second. Then she and Lauren walked back into view and plopped down on the bed.

“I really don’t want to go back to school tomorrow,” said Lauren.

Sweet! I couldn’t believe how well I could hear them. It was muffled a bit, but I could understand them just fine.

“Any particular reason?” asked Lana, “or just school blues in general?”

Lauren twirled her ponytail with a finger and played with the hem of her little red skirt. “It’s just… I’ve got several classes with Tony.”

Lana poked her in the shoulder playfully. “And?”

“And… I have a date with him tomorrow night, so I’m nervous.”

Lana smiled and laid back on the bed. “What’s to be nervous about? You’re gorgeous, he’ll love you!”

Lauren blushed. “I’ve never kissed a guy before.” She looked back at Lana wistfully as my ‘sister’ raised a surprised eyebrow. “I really don’t want to suck at it. I mean, maybe I do want to? I don’t know, are you supposed to suck, or use your tongue, or anything like that?”

Lana leaned forward again and put a hand on Lauren’s leg. I wanted so bad for her to start stroking that leg. “It’s not so hard. You’ll figure it out super fast!”

Lauren scooted a little closer and put her hand on Lana’s leg. “But, if I had some practice first, that would help so much. Could you please… help me practice?”

Lana smiled, and I hung my mouth open as she said, “Sure.” I couldn’t believe how lucky I was as Lana leaned in and gave Lauren a little peck on the lips. Then they both leaned in closer and gave each other a long, lingering kiss.

Lana put her arm around her friend’s waste, causing her to moan a little.

Lauren pulled back. “Lana, I’m sorry. I lied. I don’t have a date with Tony. I just really like you. I’ve always wanted to do that, but I never had the nerve. Then I woke up this morning and I just had to. I don’t know what happened, I just had to get a kiss from you today.”

I almost came when Lana smiled at her and winked. “Yeah, I kinda figured. You know, I definitely love the cock, but I’ve been kinda curious. About stuff.” Lauren smiled, and they started kissing again, but deeper.

Lauren put her arms around Lana and kissed her neck. I wanted to run into their room and jump between them, but I knew that if Lana didn’t kick my ass, ‘Dad’ would.

Lana’s hand brushed against Lauren’s breast, and they both giggled. I pushed against the wall, trying to get a better view. Then Lauren leaned down and nuzzled Lana’s big breasts. Lana moaned a little, and I almost messed my pajama pants right then.

I kept watching them kiss and fondle each other tentatively. After a few hours I officially declared it the best day ever.

Lauren left late that afternoon. Lana told her that she still wasn’t a lesbian or even bi, but she might be open to more “practice” some time. I decided that once I got a few essential wishes taken care of, I’d help Lauren out and make Lana bi. And Lauren, too, instead of a lesbian. No point in having them play together if I couldn't join the game.

Later, Lana decided to try on all the clothes she’d bought the other day. My peephole gave me the best fashion show ever as she tried on skimpy outfit after skimpy outfit. I finally understood why shopping had taken her all day, she’d bought enough clothes to open her own store. I especially liked the tight orange shirt that vacuum fit around her large breasts. She tried that with a white skirt so thin I could easily see her panties through it.

She didn’t just have skirts and shirts. The hour she spent on underwear made it very hard not to pull out my cock and jerk off again. I hadn’t all day because I knew that tonight’s wish would let me actually fuck her tomorrow, and I wanted to wait for the real thing.

Eventually Lana put on some tiny red panties and a black bra with tiny white polka dots. The bra looked incredible on her, it pushed her breasts out without covering much of them. A knock sounded on Lana’s door. After throwing on a bathrobe she went to answer it. She came back into view a moment later with ‘Dad.’ They stood at the foot of her bed and Lana stared lovingly at the big, muscley idiot.

“So,” said Lana, “did you and Mom do anything fun today, David?”

He smiled down at her. “Well, it should have been fun. We walked along the lake and had a picnic, just like we’d planned. But I couldn’t enjoy it because I kept thinking about something else.”

Lana’s voice cracked a little. “Oh? Uh, what was that?”

David took a step towards her, almost brushing up against her. “Something I never thought about before today. Something that seems so obvious now.” He slowly put his large arms around her and kissed her trembling lips. He kissed her again softly and she melted in his arms, then she kissed him back as hard as she could.

Lana pulled back, but just barely. “Are you sure?”

David nodded with all the confidence in existence. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are. I can’t lose you.”

Lana’s eyes teared up a little as she smiled. He looked back at her and said, “We have all night. Your Mom decided to stay at Mrs. Fenton’s.” Lana laughed and dove into another kiss. Then she started kissing his neck, then his chest, and finally his stomach.

I couldn’t believe it as she got on her knees. Lana looked up at him and smiled. Her smile looked almost goofy, but I wanted to put my cock in her mouth so bad that I almost rooted for this asshole to do it for me. Sure, he’d stolen my life, but I needed someone to fuck this girl right then. I didn’t like that he was getting her first, but it didn’t matter. Soon I’d have the chance to pay him back.

Lana shrugged off her bathrobe and pulled off her bra. I gasped a little. Her breasts looked even better than they had before. She must have been really turned on, because her breasts practically leaped off her chest now.

“Wow,” said David. “You look amazing. You look even better than I expected!” I silently agreed, and I couldn’t wait until my wish tonight that would put her on her knees in front of me instead of him.

Lana looked straight ahead at David’s crotch. “I have to see this.” She hastily jerked his pants down. Then she slowly pulled his boxers down. His huge cock popped out and she looked at it like a religious artifact. “Oh my God, it’s gorgeous!” Then she looked up at him and bashfully said, “May I please suck it?”

The arrogant asshole looked down at her and said, “Yes, you may.”

Lana dove onto the dick, burying it in her mouth. David looked as surprised by the slut’s eagerness as I felt. Her head moved back and forth quickly, eagerly trying to cover as much of the cock as possible with every stroke. Her large breasts swung heavily with the motion of her body.

David gently laid his hand on her head and said, “Wow, you’ve done this before, haven’t you!”

Lana didn’t take the large cock completely out of her mouth, but she pulled it out enough so he could understand her. “Yeah, my last boyfriend, my only boyfriend actually, he taught me how. Is that OK?”

David smiled like a son of a bitch. “That’s wonderful, honey. This feels incredible!”

Lana kept lightly stroking the cock with her tongue as she smiled. “You’re just so hot! I really wanted to suck your cock!”

He rocked his head back. “I can’t believe I never noticed how incredibly hot you are. Whatever made me wake up sane this morning, I’m grateful.”

Moans from Lana interrupted him. That’s when I noticed her hand moving inside of her panties. She fingered herself as she plunged the cock deep into her mouth. The rhythm of her hand matched the motion of her head, pleasuring both of them at the same time.

David pulled his shirt off, revealing his disgustingly perfect chest. He let Lana work on his cock for a few more minutes. As she pulled out and started sucking his balls, he looked down at her hand fingering her pussy.

“Would you like a little help with that?”

Lana looked almost hurt as she stroked his cock with her other hand and looked up. “You don’t want me to finish?”

David reached down and pulled Lana to her feet easily. “Oh, I’ll get to the finish, I’m just going to take you with me.” Lana giggled as he picked her up and stepped out of his pants. He carried her to the side of the bed and set her down gently.

“Fuck her,” I whispered to myself, “Come on, just fuck her already, she wants cock so bad!”

David climbed into bed with her and kissed her large breasts. As he ran his tongue over them she started moaning and I pulled my cock out. This was way too good, I had to enjoy it myself.

The big man pulled back a little and slowly pulled her panties down off of her legs. After he tossed them aside, he leaned in close to her pussy. “Lana? Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” said Lana, “but it’s OK, I’m on the pill! And I turned 18 a month ago!”

Both of us looked confused at that last bit. “Really?” said David. “I thought your birthday wasn’t for a couple more weeks?”

“Ugh,” said Lana as she rolled her eyes. “You got that from Billy didn’t you? He can’t keep my birthday straight, no matter how many times I tell him. Don’t worry, you can do anything you want, I’m totally legal!”

David smiled a sickeningly sweet smile. “Are you sure you want to? We don’t have to rush this.”

Lana leaned forward and smiled, wrapping her tiny arms around his thick neck. “If you don’t stick it in me right now, I’ll throw you to the floor and rape you. Understand?”

David pushed her back down and climbed on top. I stroked my dick faster as he entered her, but then I forced myself to slow down so I could last through this.

They kissed for a few moments, but had to stop when their humping got too fast. He propped himself up with his arms so he could look down on her. Her breasts shook back and forth as they moved.

“Touch them!” she yelled. “My breasts, they’re really sensitive. Touch them while we make love!”

The right word was ‘fuck’ but I didn’t want to interrupt them for corrections. I had trouble keeping from blowing my load as he grabbed one of her awesome tits. Lana started moaning loudly. I could tell she was faking it, no woman has ever moaned that loud during sex.

Finally, they both finished. They cried out so loud the people in the next house must have heard. Then I came, and I came really hard, crying out almost as loud as they had.

Unfortunately, they both stopped moaning before I did. They looked at the wall and I jerked back from the hole. But I could still hear them.

“What the…” said Lana. “Wait, what’s that spot in the wallpaper. Is that…? Oh my God!”

I heard a rumbling like thunder and ran for my bedroom door. I locked it right before the handle shook.

“Billy!” screamed David. “I know what you’re doing in there!!!”

I looked at my watch. There were a couple more minutes until midnight. I grabbed the lamp and rubbed furiously, trying to get the Genie to come out early.

“Damn it, Billy, I have a key to this door! You better not make me go get it!” A moment later the house shook with David’s giant steps down the stairs. A looked at my watch again. One more minute.

I ran into my bathroom with the lamp, shut the door and locked it. I needed to get away from the bedroom door so I couldn’t hear him if he actually ordered me to open it. The rumbling went up the stairs as I rubbed the lamp furiously and the Genie finally flowed out.

Before the green weirdo even said a word I gave it to him. “You set me up!”

The Genie just looked at me like a startled goldfish. “Pardon?”

“You messed up every wish on purpose! You’re like in those movies, you say you’ll give me any wish, but you twist the wishes to hurt me!”

The Genie actually looked sad. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh yeah?! Then you better not fuck up this next wish!”

David yelled through the bathroom door. “Who are you talking to in there?! I’m going to knock this door down and I don’t care if it lands on top of you!”

I glared up at the Genie. “I’ve been planning this wish all day. It’s so exact, so precise, that you can’t possible turn it against me. You’ll have to give me exactly what I want, no matter how stupid you are!”

“No, I won’t have to do anything.”

That startled me. “What? I thought you had to give me what I wished for?”

The Genie looked at me menacingly. “I don’t have to do anything at all! Granting wishes is what I do for fun! And I’ve done best I can, but you mess it up and then blame me for it every time!”

At that point the Genie’s skin changed from green to red.

“And I have had enough of you!”

That’s when he turned me into a pair of Lana’s panties.

At least I’m her favorite pair, the white panties with the red trimming. That used to mean she always wore me when she was going to have sex, but it’s been a few years. Now it just means that she’s kept me even though I’m torn and worn out. She only wears me on laundry night.

A least part of me gets pushed up inside her pussy sometimes. I’m willing to call that sex.