A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06

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"Rule number three," she continued as she began keeping track on her fingers, "no hanky panky or excessive PDAs in the house while your sisters are here."

George was about to protest when she stopped him, "I don't want to hear it. This is important George. Your sisters are still very young and whether you like it or not you are the dominant male influence in their lives. The way you and Dawn interact is going to set the tone for their attitudes towards relationships forever. If you two are making out all day long, touching each other, laying around like a bunch of horny logs, then the girls are going to think that that is what is acceptable for them to do too. You have to set a good example, like you would if you were their father. Lord knows, their father isn't putting any decent ideas in their heads with all his little girlfriends running around," She scowled.

George was crestfallen, but he knew she was right. Still, keeping his hands off of Dawn was already proving to be a herculean feat. He wasn't sure how he was going to last two entire weeks without at least sneaking a little something.

"Rule number five, er, four: Dawn, you have to do your part around the house. You aren't going to be a maid or anything like that. But if this house is going to be your home then you will have to treat it as such. If I find that you are disrespecting the house or anything inside it, I'll have to ask you to leave."

"My home?" she asked in wide-eyed wonderment.

"Yes. This is your home now. At least until you find out what you are going to do about your schooling. But you can stay here for as long as you follow my rules. Is that acceptable?"

Dawn had adopted a faraway look. She mouthed the word "home" to herself and her eyes became misty.

"Dawn, honey?" Jessica asked as she tilted her head to make eye contact with her.

"Y-yes?"

"Is that OK with you?"

She looked towards George. "My home?" she asked.

George had assumed she knew that any home he had would be hers as well, but then he remembered that due to their master/slave connection, this wasn't necessarily the case. He could easily make her sleep outside if he wished and she would comply with a smile on her face. He nodded. She flashed him her heavenly, heart-softening smile.

She turned back to Jessica, "That will be very acceptable, thank you."

"Great!" beamed Jessica.

She moved over to Dawn and gave her a hug that would not have been out of place if Dawn had been her daughter. George looked on in silence. He was immensely pleased that the two most important women in his life had become close. But as the hug lingered, he began to long to feel what they were feeling, and debated getting in on the hug himself. He let them have their moment, though. He had never been much of a hugger anyway. It only made him feel inadequate. It usually wasn't a big deal though, because most of his extended family hadn't extended him any hugs for quite a while.

"OK," said Jessica as she pulled away from Dawn, "I've had a long day and I'm going to bed. George, try not to stay up too late. You have work tomorrow."

"OK, mom."

"Goodnight, all."

"Goodnight," they chorused.

After George was confident she was out of earshot, he sank into the couch, "Phew! That was intense. Sorry to have to throw you in the deep end like that, babe."

Dawn laid down on the couch and rested her head on George's lap so that she was looking up at him. "I admit, I was worried there for a second. When you went rushing off towards the house I was confused. I couldn't sense any danger in the house, but you were obviously upset about something. I am glad it was just you're mother. It could have been much worse."

"Fuck yeah," he said with a heavy breath, "I thought someone was dead. Are you alright?"

"I am fine, thank you. I was very nervous, but your mother is not an unreasonable woman. In fact, she is quite funny. You should have heard all the things she told me about you when you finally went back upstairs."

"Like what," he said. George became a little worried. He had been a precocious youngster, and had many embarrassing adventures before he stopped feeling adventurous.

"Well, I have now pinpointed the exact moment in time when you discovered girls."

George put his hands over his face. "Oh no," he groaned.

She giggled impishly. "Now I have something to black mail you with when you become famous."

"Hey, she came on to me, I swear!"

"Maybe, but that did not mean you needed to run around the playground screaming..."

"Please don't say it. It's too embarrassing to think about, let alone hear out loud."

"Very well. But George, she still remembers."

"Arrrgg," he dramatized. His face flushed a deep scarlet.

They both laughed. But as the laughter died away, Dawn's face adopted a more concerned look.

"So, about the dream..."

"It was just a dream," he said tiredly.

"Forgive me George, I do not think you completely understand how my protection powers work. I am constantly monitoring you for any threat to your well-being, whether from an outside source, or from within. These powers are always on, even if I am away from you, or otherwise occupied. I do not even need to be conscious. What I observed threw your body and mind into a state of near death. Something inside you was trying to kill you."

"I still think you're overreacting. I've been having dreams like it for years now, and obviously I'm not dead."

"It may have been a dream, but it is only a symptom, not the cause of your pain. You are being consumed by something, little by little, from the inside. I cannot put my finger on what, but it is there. My powers do not lie..."

"Well, can't your powers protect me from whatever 'it' is?"

"My powers can protect you from anything, unless you prevent me from doing so."

"Wait, do you mean that, I'm not letting you protect me?"

"Yes. Consciously, and for reasons unknown to me, you are blocking me from affecting this corner of your mind. While I do not actively read your mind or delve into your memories unless it is pertinent to your wishes, or would otherwise help me to blend more seamlessly into your world, this one, fairly large construction is completely off limits. When my powers kicked in and attempted to spare you from whatever was hurting you, your mind decided that it would rather die than let me in. The only thing that could have stopped me, was you."

George didn't know what to say. He leaned his back against the couch and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I do not mean to badger you, George. I am just worried about you, that is all. I will drop the subject if you wish." Her voice sounded wounded and crestfallen.

George thought hard about all she had said, and was reminded of Dawn and his mother's conversation. They both loved him dearly. Why couldn't he just accept that and move on?

"Look, Dawn, I trust you. And I know what you are saying is true. I just, want to forget the past, that's all. I don't want think about all I did wrong, or what might have been. I just want to be with you and leave all that stuff behind."

"George, I want to be with you too, for as long as you'll have me. But you know, just as I do, that it is impossible to forget. You can cover anything up with all the happy memories in the world, but the darkness will still be there, and the longer you let this go, the more damage it will do. I am not demanding you get help from me, but please, please take care of this. You cannot ignore it forever, and my powers have the potential to keep you alive for a very, very long time."

He knew she was right, about everything. He had been trying to forget what had happened for eleven years and things had only gotten worse. But confronting the past was even more terrifying. "OK," was all he could finally say.

"Thank you, George. That is all I wish for you." She took hold of his hand and kissed one his large knuckles.

"By the way, shame on you for eavesdropping," she said as she lightly bit his index finger.

"Hey, I was just looking out for you."

"Nuh uh! You were being sneaky." She scrunched up her face in mock anger and shook her finger at him, like he was a naughty dog.

He melted before her unfathomable cuteness. His hand drifted to the curve of her belly, while his finger tips crept underneath her shirt. She looked down at the gentle intruder, then looked up to meet George's gaze. She bit her lip in a coy smile.

"And just where do you think you're going right now, mister?"

"Shh, I'm being sneaky. You're not suppose to know."

She giggled, and whispered, "Oh, right. What was I was thinking?"

Her hand moved to his, but didn't stop it. As he moved higher, her fingers rested just on the top, enjoying the ride. With his other hand George caressed her forehead with the back of his fingers.

He reached the bottom of her ribcage, and traced it upwards to the bottom of her breasts. Her eyes closed, and he felt her shiver as she purred. "I think I like it when you are sneaky."

He could feel the soft flesh of her breasts clad in a lacy bra give way to his touch. He dragged his fingertips all along their generous proportions, reveling in the forbiddeness of it. He felt her nipples stiffen against his palms while her hand pushed him to touch harder. Just a few days before, he had done nothing but wonder what a woman's breasts felt like, why they were so alluring, why he couldn't help but daydream about being close enough for a woman to give him their approval. Dawn's ample mounds fulfilled all his expectations, and then some. In the back of his mind he knew they were only breasts. Every woman had them. But it was special. It was akin to going to an amusement park for the first time, an amusement park built to his specifications. Everything was made for exploration and thrills and fun. Her breasts were only the first ride. The main attractions had yet to be visited.

But what it meant to be that intimate was something he could never have expected. Genie or no, below him was a woman who's trust and affection allowed that she never keep from him. Body, mind, and soul belonged to him. She had accepted him as someone worthy of taking advantage of her if he wanted. But she knew that he wouldn't. The pleasure wrought from such intimacy was more than anything he could have ever imagined.

Dawn alternated between craning her neck to see what he was doing to her and looking up into his eyes. She had the loveliest mixture of arousal, innocent curiosity, and reverent affection. As she gazed up at him with her vibrant dawn colored eyes, she looked to be completely content. She was exactly where the universe intended her to be. There, in George's lap, she was home. It made him feel really good to believe that.

He bent low to kiss her quickly on her inviting lips before switching his hand for hers. She understood, and began to fondle herself as George followed her fingers inside the cups of her bra. She bit her lip once more as she roughly tweaked her hard nipples.

His hand traveled back down over her stomach, his favorite part of her body, though he didn't know why, and reached the button of her capris. He unfastened it. She giggled as his fingers danced at the edge of her panties.

"You may be sneaky, George, but you are also predictable."

"You're right, this is boring. Lets go play some video games," he smirked as he pulled his hand away.

"No-no-no!" she laughed as she pushed his hand back down, "I did not mean that I wish you to stop."

Their fingers entwined and rested atop her belly. "What do you wish, Dawn?"

She smiled heavenly once more and the grip on his hand tightened. "I wish, so many things. But," she took his hand and guided it back under her pants to the edge of her panties, "for now, I wish for you to touch me, here."

If she had wished that he jump off a cliff, he would have. He slid underneath the elastic and felt the hairs at the top of her mound. She closed her eyes as he pushed down, deeper, through the silky hairs of her short bush, to the velvety skin of her folds. He brushed his fingertip across her clit, eliciting a loud moan from Dawn.

"Shhh, babe, my mom's upstairs," he said quickly.

"S-sorry," she whispered, "please don't stop. I will be quiet."

He continued his ministrations. He was very nervous, as he had never attempted to get her off in this manner. He still didn't even completely understand her anatomy. All he knew was that she liked what he was doing, so he continued as best he could. He used two fingers and moved them in small circles around her clit. Dawn guided his fingers into her slick vagina, covering them in her lubricating juices. He understood, and let her guide him to where he needed to go.

As he stroked her sex, Dawn heroically held in her loudest moans, but a few muffled squeals still escaped. George enjoyed watching her writhe below him. One hand held his, the other kneaded her heavy breasts. All the while she looked up at him with her heavenly smile, biting her lower lip whenever she felt the urge to make too much noise.

"Hey, babe, can I wish that my mom stay upstairs and not notice what we are doing until we are done, now matter how loud we get?"

"Y-yes," she managed.

"Make it so."

He felt the pleasant tingle in his mind once more that signified that she was reading the true meaning of his wish. Her eyes flashed gold as the wish was accepted. She let out the sharp yelp she had been holding in. Unhindered by sound, Dawn let George hear her.

"Oh George, I have been waiting for this all day," she cried. "W-wait! S-stop, please!"

George let up abruptly, worried that he had done something wrong.

Dawn sat up and swung her leg over to straddle him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him passionately. "I was about to cum. But I want to cum with you inside me," she said breathlessly.

He kissed her back and said, "Strip for me."

She giggled and smiled shyly, "Yes, master."

She stood up, and kicked her shoes off. Her hands moved gracefully along the sensual lines of her body, like they weren't her own hands but someone else's, who knew of places she had yet to discover. Her pants were the first to go. They were tight, and clung to her as if they were reluctant to let go. She swayed enticingly as she peeled them off her mile-long legs. Her light blue panties came into view. She turned to show George how they hugged the curve of her butt.

George had seen her naked almost as much as he had seen her clothed, but watching her disrobe was blowing his mind. Dawn noticed and blushed, even as her capris finally dropped to the floor.

"Are you pleased, master?" she asked knowingly.

George was slightly panting as the body he had been sneaking touches of all day long was finally being revealed. But the anticipation was driving him wild. The long lines indicating her athletic and feminine stems made her look healthy and strong, yet built for only one thing.

"You are the most...beautiful..." he stumbled, though he meant it sincerely.

She approached slowly, and lifted her foot to place it next to George's hip on the sofa. He adopted tunnel vision up the length of her inner thigh, towards her wet pussy. Instinctively, he reached for her calf, made easy by her knee pressing into his shoulder. He massaged the smooth muscle in his large hands, and kissed her where the knee met the inside of her creamy thigh. He looked up to see Dawn watching him enjoy her.

"Would you like me to continue?" she asked, almost in a whispered.

He leaned his temple against the inside of her knee and nodded, her display evaporating words from his brain.

She brought both her knees down around his waist so that she was straddling him. His hardened shaft nestled against her panty-clad mound. Without another word, she began unbuttoning his shirt from the top. He brought his hands up to stop her, a knee-jerk reaction from his days of feeling unattractive, but he was able to stop himself. He instead rested his hands on her thighs. Dawn quickly graced him with an understanding look before returning to her task. It was so quick that he might have missed it had he not adored her eyes so much. But that was where he felt most enthralled by her. In her eyes was a promise of unending love that filled him with untold hope. Without thinking, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, in thanks for letting him feel something he had only read about.

Dawn turned slightly so that she could meet his lips. They kissed just like they had the first time, slow and sweet, like if they pressed further they would chase it away. George felt himself melting away once more. He gripped her thighs tightly as his soul became a little less broken, one step closer to the healing that his mother so desperately wished for, thanks to Dawn.

Finally, Dawn finished with the buttons of his white dress shirt. She reached inside and caressed his naked chest, her nails tickling his pecks and abs, before deftly unfastening his belt. His cock was only a quick tug away from being unrestrained.

George gripped her thighs even tighter in anticipation. Suddenly, he felt Dawn's light touch pulling his hands northward, across her hips, to the bottom of her top. She pulled away from their passionate kiss and smiled impishly as she lifted her graceful arms above her head. She said not a word, but her intention was clear. George slid his fingers under the top and peeled it up. His hands lingered as they passed over the swell of her tits. She looked down and arched her back, pushing her full breasts into his hands then smiled again as she watched him squeeze them lightly.

He continued, and pulled it off her arms, leaving her clad in her light blue panties and matching lacy bra. She kissed him quickly once more and said, "Get this thing off of me, George. It feels so tight. I like to be free."

George reached around, and after fumbling with the clasp for a very funny thirty seconds, he finally figured out how it worked. Dawn tried to help by pushing herself forward to give him better access, but all that did was push her glorious mounds into his face. The fact that it only took thirty seconds was a marvel. She giggled the entire time.

Once the clasp was released, Dawn stood up and made a show of removing the straps one at a time. She turned away, but looked back as the straps fell from her shoulders. George had never really admired the back before. Sure, he had spent much of his focus on her perky bottom, but her back had only ever been felt. He could clearly see the muscles in her back recede as they curved in towards her trim waist, and then curve out as they met her butt. Her long braided pony-tail hung loose down her spine. She wasn't overly toned like a fitness queen, nor was she super skinny like a runway model. She was a healthy mix of soft sensuality and raw sexiness.

Dawn let the bra fall away and posed with her arms curled above her head. George could see the outline of her breasts even when her back was turned. George examined every bit of her that he could see and secretly thanked the major Genie who created her.

Dawn turned around. George was hoping he'd finally be able to see her topless as he had been thinking about it all day. But she kept herself covered with her arms folded across her chest. Her breasts mashed up and out, her arms giving her a support no bra was capable of matching. She sashayed over to him and thrust her right hip towards him. He suddenly noticed that her panties were now tied in two small bows where before they had been held up by elastic. He didn't mind the change.

"Would you, George? I have my hands full at the moment," she said with a smirk.

He dragged his fingers up her thigh to the bow keeping her panties on and slowly pulled the knot loose. The two halves fell away and she turned so that he could repeat on the left side. He pulled the flimsy garment away from her and tossed it over his shoulder. She quickly dropped to her knees, keeping her nakedness out of view.

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