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 TITLE: Granted II
PART: Chapter 1
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: ped fant g-solo
SUMMARY: An 11 year old girl discovers a genie lamp.  This story is
inspired by and set in the same world as the story 'Grand Ted' by Zorlond.
(This story is now on ASSTR at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zorlond/Grand%20Ted/Grand%20Ted%20-%20Ch
apter%2001.txt ) The character 'Chantelle' belongs to Zorlond and is used
with his permission; all other characters are of my own devising.  NOTE:
You do not have to read 'Grand Ted' to understand and enjoy this story, but
as 'Grand Ted' is an excellent read, I highly recommend it.  =)
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   =OMG you are never going to believe this! Belle bit her lip to stifle a
laugh, which instead rattled out through her humor-trembling lips as a
mirthful giggle.  Whatever Al's diary had to say, she'd bet her bottom
dollar that she could believe it; she'd read every outrageous entry in it,
after all.  She checked the time on the clock next to her bed.  7:45. 
Still had time to read some more of the pilfered journal before she had to
leave for school.
   Laying on her stomach on her bedcovers, with her knees bent back so that
her feet were poised above her cute lil ass, the 11 year old girl turned
back to her 17 year old cousin's handwritten diary.
   =OMG you are never going to believe this!  Saturday night, well I guess
it was early Sunday morning, I'd just finished my latest Champion Prime
story, and went out into the hall to use the bathroom before turning in. 
But Belle's door was slightly ajar, and the light was on Belle froze in
mid-read.  No!  He couldn't really be saying-
   =and the light was on, and I heard a noise.  So I went to the door, and
I was about to open it, I swear, when I saw what she was doing through the
crack.  She was lying on her back on the bed, wearing her pj's, the pink
and white striped ones, but the pants were off, and get this, so were her
panties!  My baby cousin was diddling herself! A flush of heat swooped from
her gut, rising through her back and chest, and warmed the back of her neck
before coloring her cheeks.  She was a little embarrassed, true, but mostly
she was turned on.  Al had really seen her!  She wondered if he thought she
was pretty...  you know, down there.
   Then she barked a high girlish laugh.  She would have lost her bottom
dollar; she would have never guessed Al had caught her.
   =I've never seen a pussy before.  Well, you know, not in person.  It
looked like a pair of pink petals parting wetly with dew, and her finger
was a couple of joints deep inside!  And she was moaning.  My little 11
year old cousin was moaning like a porn star.  I know it was bad, but I
couldn't help watching.  I popped a rock-hard boner, I mean, it almost hurt
it was so hard.  I've never been that hard before. =She was thrusting her
finger in and out, and making swirling motions inside, and her other hand
was gripping the sheets.  Her eyelids were fluttering madly; I swear if I
had been right in front of her she still wouldn't have seen me. Belle was
sure she was beet red.  What would Al think if he knew she had been
imagining his cock pummelling her virgin pussy, as she had jammed her
finger in and out of her preteen cunt?  She'd seen his cock before; not
really close looks, just glimpses.  She went out of her way to try and spy
on him without seeming like she was spyinig.
   The truth was Belle loved her older cousin.  No, love wasn't a strong
enough word.  She worshipped him.  She thought he was the sun, moon, and
stars.  She could smell him whenever he entered a room, and his scent
always sent tingles running through her.  Whenever she hugged him, pressing
her body into his, her nipples became unbearably hard points, and her pussy
stained her Hello Kitty panties with her young dew.
   Al had no clue about any of this, of course.  Belle continued reading
his journal entry, red to the very tips of her ears even as her breathing
shortened with horniness.  He described it very vividly, and then was very
vivid as he described the intensity of his jacking off when he'd returned
to his room.  Shivers of happiness ran up and down her spine; she'd made
him that horny!  Without even trying to!  It made her feel soooo good.
   She fantasized that he would ask her to his junior prom now.  Of course,
that would never happen.  Even though his two crushes Lynn and Kristin had
already been taken - she was so sad for him, his puppy dog eyes had been so
downcast on that day - he was still set on asking other girls his age.
   Still, she could dream.
   She suddenly jerked out of her reverie as she noticed the time.  8:20
am. "SHIT!" she yelped, belatedly hoping that she hadn't said it loud
enough for her aunt to hear downstairs.  The 11 year old 5th grader quickly
pulled on her sneakers, grabbed her My Little Pony backpack, and snatched
up her cousin's journal.  She hurriedly replaced it in Al's room, leaving
it in the exact spot and position it had been in, so Al wouldn't know she'd
been reading it - she'd been sneaking reads of it for years without his
suspecting - and trotted out the back door.
   School started at 8:30 sharp, and Miss Carlson was a bitch about
tardiness.  Belle didn't have time to run down the sidewalks around the
block, so she broke her aunt and uncle's rules, and went through the back
yard.
   Behind the house where she lived with her aunt, uncle, and cousin were
several unoccupied lots, wild with overgrowth and trees.  On the other side
of that was the old Murphy home, long destroyed in a fire and abandoned for
years with a decrepit For Sale sign forlornly keeping vigil.  Across the
street from the Murphy house was the elementary school she normally had
enough time to skip to the long way.
   She managed the overgrowth with no trouble, but groaned when she saw the
large tree fallen across the Murphy yard by the side of the house.  It must
have fallen in the storm last week; now it was blocking her way across the
yard.  She'd have to go through the house itself.
   Carefully she went through the burnt-out doorframe.  Blackened tiles
crunched beneath her.  This must have been the kitchen-
   Without warning, the floor gave way, and Belle yelped as she fell into a
pit.  Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but as her breathing was harsh
in her ears, she realized she was okay.  Just in the basement.  The stairs
up must be around somewhere.
   Oh.  Great.  There the stairs were - a burnt out husk.  How was she
going to get out now?  More than ever she fervently wished her aunt and
uncle had bought her a cell phone, so she could call for help.
   She took several deep breaths, to keep from panicking.  It was still
broad daylight outside.  Of course, it was a bit dim down here; she wished
she had a flashlight.  Her eyes, sweeping around the basement, granted her
wish, alighting upon what looked like a very old-fashioned flashlight; she
supposed her grandmother would call it a 'lantern'.
   Belle gingerly stepped over the debris, over to the flashlight, and
picked it up.  Large and a bit heavy.  Where was the switch?  Hmm, the
thing was filthy; even the lens was caked over with grime.  It was probably
too much to hope that the battery still worked, but she could at least
clean that lens before.  Reluctantly, she took the corner of her pink
blouse and rubbed it along the grimy lens.
   She jumped as the flashlight began thrumming and shaking violently. 
"Shit!" she cried, and almost dropped it, but her fingers gripped it
firmly. It was throbbing so hard her whole body shook.  What the hell was
going on?  Fear gripped her heart, but she needed this thing, assuming it
still worked at all-
   It was only when the flashlight stopped shaking that Belle realized her
eyes were squeezed tightly.  Breathing heavily, she pried open her eyelids
with force of will.  What on earth had that been?  Hesitantly she flicked
the switch.
   "Hello there."
   The 11 year old girl cried out as the light came on brightly,
illuminating a woman standing several feet away in front of her.  A green
woman.  The flashlight dropped from her nerveless fingers.
   Belle blinked.  No, she wasn't seeing things.  The woman had green skin,
with lips and hair the same color, albeit in a darker hue.  And her boobs
were massive.  Other than the green skin, that was the first thing that
leapt out at her.  Almost literally.  Those knockers were straining out of
the sexy Catholic schoolgirl top the woman was wearing; each was clearly
larger than her head.
   The well-endowed green woman sighed.  "Every time," she muttered.  She
reached down and picked up the flashlight.  "Be gentle with it, please, I
have to live there."
   "What." Belle finally recovered enough to speak, albeit only the one
word.
   "I'm Chantelle," the woman said brightly, handing the flashlight back to
her.  Belle accepted it mutely.  "Your new genie.  What's your name?"
   "Belle," she answered.  "Wait - genie?"
   "Pleased to meet you, Belle," the green woman - Chantelle - answered. 
"Haven't had a female master in a long time!  And that's right, I'm your
personal genie.  Three wishes, almost anything you want." The beautiful
woman's lips curved upwards in a knowing smile as Belle began looking
around.  "No, there aren't any cameras or stuntmen around.  No wires,
either, see?" Before Belle's astonished vision, the woman began floating up
in mid-air.
   "How--?"
   "Genie," Chantelle giggled.
   At 11 years old, Belle didn't quite believe in magic anymore, but she
was still at the age where she very much wanted to believe it.  "Okay. 
Let's say you are a genie.  Where's your lamp?"
   "You're holding it," Chantelle laughed.
   Belle looked down at her hand.  "This?  It's just a flashlight."
   "A lantern," the green genie, if genie she was, corrected significantly.
   "O...  kay," Belle said slowly.  If she could accept, maybe, that this
strange woman was an actual factual genie, accepting that she lived in a
flashlight was nothing.  "What can I wish for?"
   "Just about anything," Chantelle said.  "There are a few rules though. I
can't kill anyone, directly or indirectly.  The wish will just fail.  And
you can't wish for more wishes.  Finally," she sighed disappointedly, "I
can't have sex with you."
   Belle jerked.  She couldn't deny that her eyes had been glued to those
massive mammaries.  She'd never really been attracted to a girl before -
not really, even though she and her best friend Katie had practiced kissing
on each other - but Chantelle was hot, green skin aside.
   "Uh...  okay," she said again, and thought of the Disney movie.  "What
about love?  Or bringing back the dead?"
   "Well," Chantelle said carefully.  "I can do that, but the trouble with
those wishes is that they have to be very carefully worded.  It's very easy
to get something other than what you wanted, or expected.  I have to grant
you the wish exactly as you say it, haven't got a choice."
   "I've read the Monkey's Paw," Belle nodded.  "So I can start making
wishes any time I want?"
   Chantelle held up a finger.  "Yessssss, but let me give you some advice.
First, get out of the habit of saying the word 'wish'.  If you say 'I
wish', even if you don't mean it, I have to do it.  Even if I'm not around.
Even if you're not holding the lantern.  Two, think carefully about what
you want.  I've had lots of masters, Belle.  A lot of them are so eager to
get what they think they want, they either word the wish wrong, or they
realize too late that what they thought they wanted wasn't as good as they
expected."
   Belle closed her eyes.  It was a lot to take in.  A hell of a lot.  And,
she belatedly realized, she was still stuck down in this basement!  "So
wait," she exclaimed.  "You've got rules on what I can w-- er, what I can
ask for?  Like...  limitations?" As Chantelle nodded, Belle quirked her lip
into a frown.  "Some all-powerful genie.  Bet you can't even get me out of
this basement."
   Chantelle's peal of laughter thundered in her ears.  "I'm smarter than a
blue cartoon genie, Belle.  But don't worry, I'll help you out of here at
no charge.  A freebie."
   The 11 year old girl flushed, embarrassed.  "You can do that?"
   "Well," Chantelle's eyes twinkled, "you can hardly make good wishes if
you're stuck down here.  A genie's contract is pretty strict, but I have
some leeway."
   With no further warning, Belle felt herself rise up off the ground.  She
goggled.  She was floating!  Suspended in mid-air!  And rising higher!  Up
through the collapsed kitchen floor and out into the front yard of the
Murphy house.
   Her knees trembled, unsteady as she touched down on the grass.  "Omigod,
omigod, omigod," she breathed.
   "Pretty cool, huh?" Chantelle said.
   "Yeah!"
   "One other thing," the genie said, "no one can see or hear me but you.
And no one can see or hear you interacting with me.  I could dance naked in
mid-air with you yelling up at me, and no one would notice a thing.  I've
done that before, too," she reflected with a giggle.  "Just don't lose the
lantern." She tapped the flashlight in Belle's grip.  "If someone else
picks it up, and holds onto it through the shaking, then I'm theirs."
   Belle nodded.  "Well, then," Chantelle concluded.  "That's it.  Just
call me when you're ready to make a wish."
   "Oh, I already know what I want," Belle said.  Chantelle's eyes widened.
   "Seriously, you might want to think hard about it first," she warned.
   "Trust me, I've been thinking hard about this for a while," the 11 year
old assured her.  She paused to choose her words, then plunged on.  "I wish
that my cousin Al would ask me to his junior prom, that we'll have a great
time there, and then he'll have sex with me afterwards!"
   Chantelle's mouth dropped open in an 'O' of astonishment, but she
grinned suddenly and clapped her hands together.  "Granted." Sparks, in
every color of the rainbow, shot out from clapped hands, a bright spray of
color.
   Belle looked all around, breathlessly, as if expecting Al to jump out of
a bush at any second and ask her to prom.  Chantelle laughed.  "Give it a
bit," she said.  "It'll happen in natural course.  Late for school, aren't
you?"
   "Yeah," Belle said absently.  Miss Carlson would bitch at her, but she
really didn't care.  "Thanks," she said to Chantelle, grinning broadly as
she crossed the street.
   "Might want to hide that," the green genie pointed out.
   "Oh, right!" Belle said.  Hurriedly crossing the rest of the street to
the sidewalk in front of the school, she set down her backpack to open it
and stuff the flashlight - or lantern - inside.  It would get all her books
grimy, but that couldn't be helped for now.
   The 11 year old girl spent the day in a bit of a daze, anticipating the
fulfillment of her wish, assuming she wasn't dreaming or something.  It was
at the end of the school day, as students swarmed from the building, that
Belle and her best friend Katie were walking out the front doors.  Katie
was chattering away animatedly, but Belle was only paying half-attention.
   "What's Al doing here?" Katie's question suddenly cut into the 11 year
old girl's reverie.  She looked ahead to see Al on the sidewalk in front of
the school, waving at her.  Belle's heart leapt into her throat.
   "I don't know," she answered, but her heart was thudding a mile a
minute.
   "Hey Belle, hey Katie," Al greeted them as they came up to him.  He ran
his hand through his hair a bit nervously; Belle loved it when he did that,
it was just the cutest thing!  She longed to run her fingers through his
hair too.
   "Sup, Al," Katie said.
   "Everything okay, Al?" Belle asked.
   "Yeah - yeah," he said.  "Just thought I'd walk you home." Katie looked
strangely at him, but Belle grinned and thanked him.  "Can I get your
books?"
   Her 11 year old heart melted, and she passed him her backpack, which he
slung over his shoulder.  The My Little Pony backpack looked ludicrously
girlish and tiny on his back, and Katie giggled.  Al flushed, and they
began walking along the sidewalk.  They were taking the long way around the
block, instead of passing through the woods and the Murphy lot.
   They walked in a bit of silence, Al clearly a bit nervous, and Belle
aflutter with anticipation, with Katie not really knowing what to say.  She
couldn't talk girl talk with her best friend, not with Al there.  "How was
your day?" Al finally said.
   "Miss Carlson bitched at me for being tardy," Belle said.
   "Oh man, I remember how strict she was about that.  5 seconds late,
she'll give you a demerit," Al said.
   They talked some more after that, and Katie peeled away from them once
they passed her house.  When it was just Al and Belle, the 17 year old ran
his hand through his hair again.  "So you know how I've been looking for a
prom date?"
   Belle thought of his journal entries about Lynn and Kristin telling him
that they'd already found dates.  "Yeah.  Any luck?" Her breath came short.
Was this wish actually going to come true?  She wasn't crazy or
hallucinating or the victim of a prank?
   "Ah, no," he said.  "I was wondering, um." He took a deep breath and
plunged ahead.  "Would you like to go to prom with me, Belle?" He was
caught off guard by his little preteen cousin's shriek of happiness as she
practically tackled him in a fierce hug.
   He grinned, hugging her back.  He didn't know why it had occurred to him
to ask her - his own cousin, and so young - to prom, but then, he did like
little girls as well as teens.  He had the feeling that it was going to
turn out very well...
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   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
   COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and
suggestions!  If you like, email me: wonderotica DOT 1 AT gmail DOT com
  
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