Genie Chronicles Ch. 26

The blast of pleasure hit him like a continuous bolt of lightning, more intense than imagining, and rendered him completely incoherent and immobile. Luckily it ended a couple of seconds later, because he wasn't able to even form the thought to ask her to stop, and he was fairly sure that exposure for much longer would have literally blown his mind. As it was he had sunk under the water when the blast of pleasure struck, then surfaced sputtering when it released him.

Holy fuck!

See what you just put your Genie through.

Holy fuck!

The sputtering had not gone unnoticed. "You okay, Jack?" Cindy asked.

"Oh... yeah. Jennifer just dunked me."

Sarah, who had also raised her head from her towel at the commotion, chortled. "Big studly brother let a girl dunk him?"

Cindy grinned and said in a loud, conspiratorial whisper to the other girls, "I think he let her just so he could get another look a fabulous fanny." This earned her three frowns, all containing various mixtures of confusion and indecision over whether to be scandalized or intrigued or both.

Jack just shrugged in a non-committal way and gave a non-committal smile as they made their way to the steps out of the pool.

So, was that a pleasure, or a punishment?

Jennifer gave another mental snort, but with overtones of humor. At that level, I'm not sure there's a difference.

Jack looked over at the four ladies sunning on their towels, then back at the pool. He had a wicked thought. Do you think any of the other ladies would enjoy a little of what you enjoyed?

Jennifer smiled a small conspiratorial smile. Perhaps.

Well, for the duration of our vacation, why don't you arrange the plumbing of the pool so that all of the jets are positioned to provide good, and fairly obvious, opportunities for, um, stimulation.

Tingle. Done, but you aren't going to leave the guys out, are you?

Ah, no, thanks for the reminder. Do the same with a few water intakes spread about. And keep it all functional, of course.

Done.

Hmmm, can you make similar arrangements for the Jacuzzi? That might be interesting.

Tingle. Done. You're right, that will be interesting.

I just hope the pool cleaner doesn't come and find the odd plumbing.

No worries, Jennifer reassured serenely.

Jack had a bit of a squinky thought. Oh, and can you keep the water clean?

Of course.

Jack had a really squinky thought. He shuddered. And if my parents happen to, um, take advantage of the upgrades, PLEASE warn me off if I happen to be near.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. They are regular people, too...

Stop! I know! Don't want to talk about it!

Jack gallantly held out a hand to assist Jennifer up the steps, and took the opportunity to admire the view of broad feminine shoulders, then sculpted back, hourglass waist, deliciously rounded hips with tight, wet-fabric-hugged ass cheeks, and finally long, long, gloriously toned legs rising in a vertical parade in front of him.

Are you looking at my ass again?

Among other things, absolutely!

Just making sure, as she gave an extra wiggle the first couple of steps out of the pool.

They spread their towels on the opposite side of Cindy from the girls and lay down to dry out a bit before applying suntan lotion. Jack found it pleasant for a few moments, with the warmth of the pool deck relaxing his back while the water evaporating from his skin in the ocean breeze cooled him. He wasn't much for just lying around broiling in the sun, though, and rather than slather on lotion and bake he was prepared to get up and go find something to nibble on for breakfast when Zane appeared, wearing a rumpled t-shirt, rumpled swim trunks, rumpled hair, and squinting in the bright morning sun. "Mumph," he uttered by way of general greeting.

"Morning sleepyhead!" Cindy said in a loud, cheerful voice. "Finally awake at the crack of noon?"

"Aww, Mom, it's not noon yet," he whined sleepily.

"Close enough! If you hadn't been playing those video games that appeared from somewhere all night," she was now glaring at Jack, "maybe you would've gotten up at a decent hour."

"This IS a decent hour," Zane protested while Jack made a great show of looking around at the lovely bright blue sky in exaggerated innocence.

"Humph," Cindy humphed. "Well, why don't you studly young men go over there and check out the storage closet." She pointed to a door at the corner of the house. "There's supposed to be some pool floats and toys and stuff in there. I feel like a little float around the pool."

"Yes, Ma'am," they chorused, and Jack jumped up to follow Zane to the closet. They spent the next few moments inventorying what was indeed a fairly extensive collection of pool and beach toys, floats, and chairs. "Don't let the girls see those, or they'll want us to bring them out for them," Zane murmured, pointing at a stack of folding lounge chairs.

Jack studied them a moment, then grinned and slapped Zane on the back. "Excellent idea!" He started extracting the chairs.

"You want to take then chairs?" Zane asked incredulously.

Jack's grin turned conspiratorial. "Watch and learn, young apprentice." He gave Zane two chairs, took three himself and headed back to the pool. Setting two down, he took the third over to Cindy. "Ma'am, may I offer you one of our comfortable chaise lounges on which to recline while we prepare your pool float?" He held out a hand to help her up.

She looked at him in confusion and perhaps slight suspicion for a moment, then at seeing the chair he held at the ready in his other hand, broke into a large flattered smile. "Why, thank you, sir that would be lovely!" She took his hand and stood, then bent to retrieve her towel.

"Allow me, ma'am." Jack bent and picked up her towel and threw it over his shoulder. As he started to unfold the chair, he nodded his head to a nonplussed Zane, indicating that he should do the same for Jennifer. Zane's look turned even more nonplussed. He looked down at Jennifer's reclined form, grinning back up at him. His discomfort didn't disappear, but it was now obviously at war with his interest in pleasing the stunning hard-body stretched out languorously below him. The battle didn't last long.

"Uh, chair, ma'am?" he finally croaked gamely.

"Yes, thank you." Jennifer replied, her grin replaced with a more regal smile. She looked up expectantly at him. He frowned for a moment.

"Oh!" he thrust out a hand. She took it and rose gracefully. He bent to pick up her towel and then imitated Jack in unfolding the lounge, adjusting it so that it was in a reclined position, and spreading the towel over it. Jack held out a hand to Cindy. She took it and reclined onto the lounge.

"Thank you, sir!"

"My pleasure, ma'am" Jack grinned back.

Zane held his hand out to Jennifer. She took it, but before lying down she placed her other hand on his arm, stood on her tiptoes slightly, and kissed his cheek. "Thank you sir."

Zane turned bright red, but was able to murmur, "yes, ma'am."

The other three girls had watched the show, and now looked between Jack and Zane and the other chairs expectantly. Jack didn't keep then waiting, grabbing another chair. Lea was next, and the offer was on his lips when he had a thought. "Zane is bringing your chair, if you wish for one, ma'am." He moved on to Janie. "Lounge, ma'am?"

"Yes, please." She allowed Jack to help her up, giggling. Meanwhile it looked like Lea was trying to decide whether to be offended or not, at least until Zane came up with another chair.

"Chair, ma'am?" he asked a bit bashfully. She grinned back up at him just as bashfully.

"Yes, please," she replied softly.

Are you up to something? Jennifer asked.

Jack gave a mental shrug. Not really, just thought Zane might rather offer a chair to someone who isn't his cousin.

Okay. Then, hmmm.

What are YOU up to?

Oh, nothing.

Uh, huh.

Jack deposited Janie on her lounge and moved on to Sarah. From the look on her face, she obviously half-expected some smart-assed offer from her brother for her own chair, but he was just a courteous to her as the others. Once reclined on her own lounge, it was equally obvious that she didn't know what to think about that. Jack turned to address the group of lovely reclined forms.

"Okay, now who would like a float?" After a moment of consideration, Cindy, Janie and Sarah indicated they would. Jack dragged Zane back to the storage room. They rummaged around and pulled out three floats that looked to be in good shape. They spent the next fifteen minutes huffing and puffing to inflate the mostly-flat floats, and then offered them to the ladies. Receiving more thanks in return, Jack dragged Zane back to the closet once more.

"What now?" Zane nearly whined.

"Let's set up that pool volleyball rig."

Zane grumbled.

"Don't you like pool volleyball?"

Zane shrugged. "I guess."

"You know, pool volleyball? In the pool? With girls? In bathing suits? Jumping all around?"

Zane got the picture, and his enthusiasm for the project rose markedly.

They found that the last tenants of the house, or at least the last ones to use the volleyball set, hadn't been very considerate, and in fact appeared to have tied the net in knots deliberately before they left. As Jack and Zane worked to untangle the mess, Zane asked, "So what was all that with the chairs and floats?"

Jack sighed. Had he been that clueless with girls by the time he was 18? He didn't think so. He hoped not. "Think of it as earning brownie points."

"Brownie points?"

"Well, present girlfriend aside, I don't claim to be the expert on women, but I have found that they usually like it when guys are all gentlemanly and do stuff for them. That earned us a few Brownie points."

"Toward what."

It was Jack's turn to shrug. "Who knows? Your mom, for one, might lighten up a little on the video game thing. As for the others..." Jack shrugged again. Zane's face took on an expression of contemplation. Jack turned away and grinned. He had a sneaking suspicion what might be being contemplated.

They finally got the mess unsnarled and carried it out to the pool. The volleyball set consisted of two stubby poles with large bases filled with water. They were placed on opposite sides of the pool, and the net stretched between them so it extended across the pool just an inch or two above the water.

Cindy, Janie, and Sarah were floating lazily about the pool, and expressed interest when the boys started setting it up. The two girls that seemed to attract the majority of Zane's attention, though, were the two that were still lying by the pool, especially Lea. Jack caught him sneaking glances at her often, and smiled to himself again. It looked like his suspicion might be right.

They made sure the net was adjusted correctly to stretch across the pool without sagging, then undid one end and coiled it up on the edge of the pool so that it wouldn't be in the girl's way.

Jack considered the three floating ladies for a moment, then the other two on the deck at the far end of the pool. "Of course, we can always earn more Brownie points..." he murmured.

A moment later, the serene floating of three ladies was interrupted by a loud, chorused "Cannonball!" followed immediately by a drenching simultaneous double-splash, which in turn was followed by some significant waveage. The waves might not have been enough in and of themselves to capsize the ladies, but in combination with their startled reactions and over-compensation to the motion on the skittish floats, flipping was unavoidable. A quick retraction of Jennifer's toes left the other two girls completely untouched by the collateral splatter.

All three came up sputtering, which turned, for the most part, to outraged laughter. Sarah also wore an expression of righteous affirmation that THIS was the kind of behavior she expected from her older brother.

Before it could be determined whether superior numbers could overcome superior size in an all-out splash-and-dunk battle, Doreen's voice called down from the top deck, "Anyone hungry? We've set out a late brunch of bagels and sandwich stuff."

The combatants stared each other down with challenging smiles that said, "This isn't over!" for a moment before Jack called back up "Sure, Doreen, we'll be right there."

"Chicken!" Cindy accused, and there was a smattering of small-splash-fire as they all made their way up the pool stairs and retreated to their respective towels to dry off. As Cindy passed on the way to the sliding doors, she pointed an accusing finger at the boys, "We'll settle this on the volleyball court. This afternoon!"

As soon she was out of earshot, Zane complained quietly, "You mean my mom's playing?"

Jack just couldn't resist. The opportunity was too good to pass up. He replied so only Zane could hear, "I sure hope so. She's pretty hot."

The look of horrified disgust he received was everything he could have hoped for.

You know, YOUR mom...

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