Alberto/Alberta
(I came home from work at 5 yesterday and slept until 7 this morning! I feel alive again *hugs all*)
Somewhere as the start of the djinn/genie influx there was Alberto, brother to Xavier of the Decanter. Others of the race have since run amok and I keep forgetting to post more of this. So here's the linky for the first part : Suprise-pt1 and now here's a second installment where we actually meet Alberto.
Probably split the rest into two/three further parts; the dance, painting, conclusion.
Title : Suprise part two
Wordcount : 730
Plot : Kevin meets his genie
He was taller than his brother. Slimmer too. Willowy even. The features were still sharp and the lips could sink ships, a perfect pout top models would pay a fortune for. In place of a bare scalp with warrior inks, he had a fountain of long hair worn loose and wavy so it swayed and lived on its own.
The expression was just as haughty as his brothers, only pink tulle and soft gloss didn’t intimidate in quite the same way as thick muscles and bondage talk. This Djinn was dolled up like a Barbie princess but still undeniably male. The black pot had changed too. It now sported a decorated pump and a single luxurious feather. One of those girly atomizers his mother would coo over. He’d bought her one last Christmas and she loved the thing, had never used it though, it sat gathering dust on her dresser.
‘So, I’m a Genie darling. Declare your three wishes’ Same accent but a soft husky voice that soothed.
‘You don’t prefer Djinn?’
‘You’ve met my brother’
‘Xavier? Yes’
‘One brother I’ve got Sweets. It’s enough, believe you me my lovely’
‘I believe you’
‘Darling you really have met him. How is the old reprobate?’
‘Busy?’
‘He usually is’
‘Sam seems nice. Nice-ish anyway’
‘Sam? Oh, you mean the Love-Puppet. He does love his toys, Xavier’
‘Yeah. He does’
‘I’m thinking of getting myself one. Want to apply Sweetie?’
‘Er?’
The Genie was having a good look about the room. Kevin first and while there might be a test later he wasn’t dismissed out of turn. Next he eyed up the posters on the wall, rolling eyes at the standard pin-ups but paused at the one with the tattoos. That one was pretty androgynous Kevin had it there for the ink designs. All across and down the broad back was intricate lace and flower motifs. It was hot whatever the gender.
‘So any chocolate in da house?’
‘Chocolate?’ Kevin’s mind flashed to Xavier and promises of melted chocolate being poured over a tethered Samuel. The man could be very descriptive and whispered words carried unfortunately well.
‘Relax babe. I see you really have met my brother, you’re all jumpy. I’ve spend the last however long catering to stick-thin beauty queens, I’m telling you that lot they analyse the calories of lettuce! I need chocolate. Dark tart ganache, luxurious melt in the mouth milk chocolate with caramel and berries, white creamy virgin chocolate to thoroughly debauch’
The Genie liked chocolate. Kevin fumbled in his rucksack for the half a bar he had left. Instead of taking the bar, this family never went for simple! The genie leaned over from the waist, shoulders angling as his tongue wet those luscious lips. He smelt the chocolate first, eyes falling closed, long thick lashes dark on his flawless cheeks. The groan was of pure ecstasy before the dainty nibble and slow savouring chew. Kevin downed the wrapper holding the rest out for him, mesmerized as the genie continued to munch through the bar reaching fingers and licking each one clean of any trace of the treat. Kevin didn’t think to pull away.
Heavy sated eyes and lip smacking smile. The genie was practically purring eyeing Kevin up as though he was next to be devoured. Kevin suddenly wasn’t so sure he had the better brother.
‘So sugar, you have a wish in mind?’
‘Well’
‘Don’t be shy sweetie’
‘College is throwing a charity ball on the weekend, fancy shindig. I need a date to take’
‘Music? Dancing? Spiked punch and goodnight kisses at the doorstep?
‘Yeah’
‘Oh darling! I’d be delighted. What time does it start?’
‘Seven’
‘Perfect I’ll wear the red. No one goes early, give me a rub up around seven thirty. I’ll take care of our transport. This is so exciting! I’ve not had a date in eons’ Kevin was gripped about the head by hands stronger than his own and the full lips descended for a smacking kiss. The genie was gone in a flurry before he’d worked out what had just gone down, he didn’t even know the creatures name.
Kevin dropped back on his bed arm raised over his face. He determinedly did not think about turning up to the end of year ball escorting a guy in a puffball dress. He licked his lips and tasted Strawberries. Nice.
Somewhere as the start of the djinn/genie influx there was Alberto, brother to Xavier of the Decanter. Others of the race have since run amok and I keep forgetting to post more of this. So here's the linky for the first part : Suprise-pt1 and now here's a second installment where we actually meet Alberto.
Probably split the rest into two/three further parts; the dance, painting, conclusion.
Title : Suprise part two
Wordcount : 730
Plot : Kevin meets his genie
He was taller than his brother. Slimmer too. Willowy even. The features were still sharp and the lips could sink ships, a perfect pout top models would pay a fortune for. In place of a bare scalp with warrior inks, he had a fountain of long hair worn loose and wavy so it swayed and lived on its own.
The expression was just as haughty as his brothers, only pink tulle and soft gloss didn’t intimidate in quite the same way as thick muscles and bondage talk. This Djinn was dolled up like a Barbie princess but still undeniably male. The black pot had changed too. It now sported a decorated pump and a single luxurious feather. One of those girly atomizers his mother would coo over. He’d bought her one last Christmas and she loved the thing, had never used it though, it sat gathering dust on her dresser.
‘So, I’m a Genie darling. Declare your three wishes’ Same accent but a soft husky voice that soothed.
‘You don’t prefer Djinn?’
‘You’ve met my brother’
‘Xavier? Yes’
‘One brother I’ve got Sweets. It’s enough, believe you me my lovely’
‘I believe you’
‘Darling you really have met him. How is the old reprobate?’
‘Busy?’
‘He usually is’
‘Sam seems nice. Nice-ish anyway’
‘Sam? Oh, you mean the Love-Puppet. He does love his toys, Xavier’
‘Yeah. He does’
‘I’m thinking of getting myself one. Want to apply Sweetie?’
‘Er?’
The Genie was having a good look about the room. Kevin first and while there might be a test later he wasn’t dismissed out of turn. Next he eyed up the posters on the wall, rolling eyes at the standard pin-ups but paused at the one with the tattoos. That one was pretty androgynous Kevin had it there for the ink designs. All across and down the broad back was intricate lace and flower motifs. It was hot whatever the gender.
‘So any chocolate in da house?’
‘Chocolate?’ Kevin’s mind flashed to Xavier and promises of melted chocolate being poured over a tethered Samuel. The man could be very descriptive and whispered words carried unfortunately well.
‘Relax babe. I see you really have met my brother, you’re all jumpy. I’ve spend the last however long catering to stick-thin beauty queens, I’m telling you that lot they analyse the calories of lettuce! I need chocolate. Dark tart ganache, luxurious melt in the mouth milk chocolate with caramel and berries, white creamy virgin chocolate to thoroughly debauch’
The Genie liked chocolate. Kevin fumbled in his rucksack for the half a bar he had left. Instead of taking the bar, this family never went for simple! The genie leaned over from the waist, shoulders angling as his tongue wet those luscious lips. He smelt the chocolate first, eyes falling closed, long thick lashes dark on his flawless cheeks. The groan was of pure ecstasy before the dainty nibble and slow savouring chew. Kevin downed the wrapper holding the rest out for him, mesmerized as the genie continued to munch through the bar reaching fingers and licking each one clean of any trace of the treat. Kevin didn’t think to pull away.
Heavy sated eyes and lip smacking smile. The genie was practically purring eyeing Kevin up as though he was next to be devoured. Kevin suddenly wasn’t so sure he had the better brother.
‘So sugar, you have a wish in mind?’
‘Well’
‘Don’t be shy sweetie’
‘College is throwing a charity ball on the weekend, fancy shindig. I need a date to take’
‘Music? Dancing? Spiked punch and goodnight kisses at the doorstep?
‘Yeah’
‘Oh darling! I’d be delighted. What time does it start?’
‘Seven’
‘Perfect I’ll wear the red. No one goes early, give me a rub up around seven thirty. I’ll take care of our transport. This is so exciting! I’ve not had a date in eons’ Kevin was gripped about the head by hands stronger than his own and the full lips descended for a smacking kiss. The genie was gone in a flurry before he’d worked out what had just gone down, he didn’t even know the creatures name.
Kevin dropped back on his bed arm raised over his face. He determinedly did not think about turning up to the end of year ball escorting a guy in a puffball dress. He licked his lips and tasted Strawberries. Nice.