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Title: Lucky Tickets
Author: JiMC
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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they
are not really characters in this story.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely
seems to be similar to the real universe. Most of the
characters in this story are under aged, however the
target audience is adults (people over the age of
eighteen) with broad minds.
Chapter 1
It was late summer 1974 when I and my friend Jack were
coming home from playing Frisbee in the park.
Jack had recently read a book about the sport and was
teaching me some of the new throws that he was learning. It
was slow going, and we mostly ended up throwing our saucer to
the ground. After a few hours, we actually got better at
some of the easier throws.
We needed to be home by 6:30. We picked up our saucer
and threw away the empty bottles of Coke that we had drank
during the afternoon.
During the day, I had seen a couple of girls watching us
throw the saucer to each other. Although they were watching
us, they didn't come very close. I had wondered if Jack had
noticed them.
"Did you notice those two chicks giving us the eye a
couple of hours ago?" I asked Jack.
"Yeah. I thought the taller one was cute. I was about
to go over and say 'Hi' when they left."
I smiled to myself. Jack would never get up the courage
to talk to a girl. He was just "talking big" like fifteen
year old boys tended to do when we were together.
"Yeah. I liked the smaller one. Nice set of jugs on
her," I said. Actually, the girl had been far enough away
that I couldn't actually get a good view of her looks from
where I was. But it was part of the roles that the two of us
had to play... we had to appear to be "men of the world" to
each other.
"Yeah. She had nice hooters," Jack agreed. "But the
tall one looked like she could suck-start a Harley through
the exhaust pipe."
Our conversation continued in much the same intellectual
vein. We were cutting through an empty lot near the corner
on the block where I lived when I kicked something.
"What the fuck?" I said, startled.
Jack looked over to me, giving me a puzzled expression.
My foot had hit something, which had kicked a few feet in
front of me. I looked at the weeds in front of me until I
spied what I had almost tripped over.
It was a roll of purple tickets.
I picked up the roll, looking at them. They looked like
the kind of tickets you'd find at a carnival in order to go
on one of the rides. Each one was numbered. They all read
"LUCKY TICKETS."
"What's that?" Jack asked.
"A roll of 'lucky tickets,'" I answered.
"Lucky as in how?"
"Beats me," I admitted.
We both looked at them. On the other side of the tickets
were your standard ticket disclaimers.
"Looks like a fresh roll. Look... the numbers start at
one!"
The first ticket on the roll had the number
"000000000001" on it.
"Cool. I wonder who dropped this here?"
"Dunno. Finders Keepers, though. It's mine now."
"Whatever," Jack said. His interest in the roll was
diminishing.
"Might be good for tickets to a show," I thought.
"Don't look like theater tickets," Jack said. "And I
haven't heard of no carnival coming through here anytime
soon."
"I mean, we can put on a show and invite people. You
know, singing along with the record player..."
"That's for kids and dorks," Jack said.
"Yeah," I agreed. I was starting to catch Jack's
non-enthusiasm for the tickets. "But I think I'll keep them
just in case."
"Whatever," Jack said.
We started off back towards my house. My mom was in the
front yard, getting something from the car. I jogged toward
her, leaving Jack behind.
"Hi, Mom. Need a hand?" I asked.
"Oh, hi, Jim," my mother answered. "No thanks. Just
needed to get a map from the car,
I shrugged and turned back towards Jack. I waved
good-bye to him and walked with my mother back into the
house.
"Supper is in twenty minutes," Mom said. "Make sure
you're cleaned up."
"Sure, Mom."
I went to my bedroom. On the way, my step-sister
Meredith was just leaving the bathroom.
"Hiya, Jim. How was the park?" she asked.
"Had a great time, Merry. I'm getting better with the
Frisbee," I reported.
"Maybe next time, you'll take me," she said, half
pouting.
That wasn't going to be possible. For some reason, Jack
seemed to hate my younger sister. For a girl, she wasn't
really bad. I'd known her about five years, since my mother
remarried. She was a couple of years my junior, but was
alright as far as I was concerned.
I simply shrugged and smiled at her, and continued toward
my room.
"Whatcha got?" Merry asked, looking at my tickets.
"Found a roll of tickets in the lot on the corner," I
told her, still walking away.
"Let me see!" she said, running after me.
"Oh. Sure. Why not?"
She followed me into my room. She ran past me and jumped
onto my bed, landing cross-legged, Indian style.
I laughed as I watched her youthful exuberance. She was
only thirteen (fourteen in just a month, she'd been reminding
me!).
"Let me see!" Merry demanded.
I showed her the roll, and it fascinated her. "Oooh.
Just like the theater. Think they'll work there?"
"Nah," I said. "The ones at the movies have the name of
the theater on it. These just say 'lucky ticket.'"
She oohed and ahhed as she looked at the purple roll.
"Can I have one?" she asked.
"What for?"
"Same reason you want the whole roll. To have it," she
said, simply.
"They're numbered. See? The first one is number one.
If I gave you that one, then I won't have them all anymore."
Merry looked at the numbers. She now was more determined
to get that first one. Ticket number one must be pretty
special!
"Aw, c'mon, Jimmy." I hated the name Jimmy, and Merry
knew it.
"C'mon yourself, Shortcake," I retorted, using a nickname
that I knew she disliked.
"Sorry, Jim," she corrected. "Please, please, please?"
As I said, I actually liked my step-sister. She probably
knew that I'd give her what she wanted.
"Oh, fine," I said.
"Goody!" she squealed, sounding like a kindergarten
student.
I tore off the first ticket. I looked at it one last
time, and handed it to Meredith.
A big grin broke out on her face and she reached out to
grab it.
Her expression immediately turned serious when she took
it.
"You have one wish," she monotoned.
"Huh?" I asked, surprised by her sudden change in
demeanor.
"You have one wish," she repeated, in the same voice.
This was weird. Was Meredith playing some sort of game?
"I get a free wish for a ticket?" I asked, playing alone.
"Whatever you want," she repeated.
Her game was weirding me out. "Fine. I want a bicycle."
That would put an end to that game. I had broken my bike a
couple of months ago, and my step-father had gotten very angry
and told me that I would have to purchase my next bike. To a
fifteen-year-old, this was almost akin to being grounded.
Meredith looked uncertain. "I... I cannot purchase you a
bicycle," she said. "If you want, you can have mine. Or do
you want me to steal you one?"
Huh? "I don't want no girl's bike, Merry. And if your
dad caught you stealing anything, he'd tan your hide."
"Then I cannot grant that wish," she answered.
I was getting tired of her game. Merry was a nice girl,
but sometimes, she could drive me up the wall. I used a
device that I had used a few times before in order to call
her bluff and stop her games.
"Fine. Take off your shorts and panties." I smirked,
knowing that she'd never do that.
"Your wish is my command," she monotoned. As if in a
dream, she unbuttoned the shorts, and undid her zipper.
I struck me that she was actually going to do this!
I glanced at the door to my bedroom, which was still wide
open. My mother could walk by at any time!
I turned back to Merry, and saw her shorts were now in a
pile at the floor, and her panties were down by her knees.
She was lifting one leg to remove them.
My step-sister was naked from the waist down.
Up until this time, I had not so much as seen her
underwear, except tiny glimpses underneath her T-shirts. She
was always very careful in the bathroom and her bedroom to
not allow me to accidentally see her in any state of undress.
She was, in fact, pretty prudish.
And here she was, stepping out of her panties.
I couldn't help but stare at her crotch. I could see a
fold of skin, but her legs were close together, keeping me
from getting a good view.
Without saying anything, Merry started pulling on her
panties. I watched, still in disbelief, as she then pulled
on her short pants.
Once her shorts where zippered and buttoned, she shook
her head, as if waking up.
"Why'd you do that?" I finally managed to say.
"Do what?" Merry asked, confused. "You said I could have
the ticket!"
"Why'd you get undressed?"
"Huh?" she said, genuinely surprised. She glanced down
at herself, making sure she was still dressed. She then looked
up at me as if I had two heads. "What are you talking
about?"
Was she denying that she had just stripped in front of
me?
Did she really do what I thought she had done?
"You know, Jim, you get really weird sometimes. Thanks
for the ticket, though."
"Wait!" I said as she turned to leave the room.
"What?"
I offered her the second ticket. I wanted to see if
she'd play that game again.
"No thanks. I got number one. That's the one I wanted."
Merry left my room, shutting the door behind her.
I looked over towards my bed where my step-sister had
just undressed in front of me. Had it really happened?
I had a throbbing erection that was attesting to the fact
that it had.
I decided to go into the bathroom and relieve myself
before dinner, which was fast approaching. It didn't take
more than a couple of minutes to reach orgasm.
* * *
Dinner was quiet. Merry gave me no indication that she
had done anything unusual. We just had our small talk.
After dinner, Merry and I did the dishes. I washed,
while she dried and put the dishes away. I kept stealing
glances at her, but never caught her giving me any indication
that she had been playing any sex games earlier.
I still wanted to know what had happened earlier. It was
completely out of character for Merry to act that way. Did
she want something from me?
I finally got up the nerve to bring up the subject.
"What did you do with your ticket?" I asked.
"Ticket?" she asked, frowning. "Oh... that. I think I
put it in my room. Why?"
"You seemed to want it. I thought you had a special plan
for it."
Merry shrugged. "Nah. I was just playing with you. You
seemed to think that roll of tickets was worth something."
She gave me a smile.
I looked at her. Her smile did nothing to suggest that
she had done anything out of the ordinary.
"Oh. That's why you didn't want another one, huh?"
"Do you want me to have another one, Jim?" she asked.
I shrugged. "If you want it. If not, I'll find
something to do with them."
Merry shrugged as she put four dishes into a cabinet.
"Whatever."
* * *
Later in the evening, I was in my room, listening to some
songs on my record player. There was a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"Merry. Can I come in?"
"Sure."
My step-sister walked into my room. She listened for a
couple moments to the song on my record player, and then
said, "Jim, did you come into my room after dinner?"
"No. What's wrong?" I asked.
"That ticket you gave me. I put it on my dresser. Now
it's gone." She looked at me accusingly.
"I didn't take it. I was in here since dinner."
"Well, Mom and Dad were downstairs all that time. My
ticket's missing."
I walked over to my junk drawer where I had stashed the
roll of tickets. The roll still started at number two.
"It's not here, Merry."
She looked at me, trying to see if I was playing some
sort of trick on her.
"Are you sure you didn't take it?" she asked, softly.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," I said, crossing my
heart.
Her face drooped. I could tell she was disappointed.
"Look, Merry. I'll give you another ticket. OK?"
"I don't want it. I want the one that I had..."
I pulled the second ticket off the roll. As I did, Merry
stopped in mid-sentence.
"I'll take that ticket," she said. Her tone was one
again monotonic.
I handed her the ticket, wondering if she'd play her game
again.
Sure enough, Merry monotoned, "You have one wish."
I smirked at her, but her expression was quite solemn.
She seemed quite serious.
"You will allow me to wish for anything?" I asked.
"Anything that is within my power to grant," she answered.
There was no amusement in her eyes. In fact, there
wasn't even any "Merry" behind her eyes. She had a vacant
look; she was staring at me, waiting for me to make a wish.
"I wish you to tell me how these wishes work."
Merry monotoned an explanation. I don't remember her
exact words, but the gist of it was that I was the owner of
the tickets. I could give them out to anybody, and every
recipient had to grant the owner one wish upon receiving
them. The wish couldn't be too complicated and must be a
single wish. It also had something within the power of the
recipient to grant.
After the explanation, the vacant look left her eyes.
Merry shook her head.
"Is this for real?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Is what for real?" Merry asked, apparently confused.
"That wish stuff," I said.
"What wish stuff?"
Merry seemed to have no recollection of what she had just
told me.
I looked at her strangely, and her face took on a real
confused expression. "Are you going weird on me?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"You're talking nonsense. I just came in here to see if
you took back that... uh..." Merry paused, trying to
remember why she had come into my room. She shook her head
again and closed her eyes, as if deep in thought.
"Oh, yeah," Merry finally said, looking at the ticket in
her hand. "You gave me a ticket." She looked at it and
shrugged, and put it into her back pocket.
"Yeah," I said, watching Merry's expression. She really
looked confused.
As I mentioned before, I had known my step-sister for
about five years. She was almost fourteen, and had never
shown any desire in the past to play any sex games,
especially with me.
What if she wasn't playing any game? What if what she
had told me about the wishes was true?
This was just too fucking incredible.
Meredith looked a little uncomfortable. She said
something about going back to her room, and she left. I
noticed as she left that my record player had stopped, having
finished the last song on the L.P.
I switched my stereo to an FM station and thought long
and hard about what had happened.
* * *
I finally emerged from my bedroom to go to the bathroom
before going to bed. I called "Good night" downstairs to my
parents, and went to the bathroom. It was occupied.
Merry usually took her shower in the evenings; I took
mine in the morning. It was a system we had found worked
toward us not having to fight for the hot water. The water
wasn't running, so I knew that Merry was probably just
dressing for bed now.
I waited patiently for my step-sister. I knew from
experience that she'd be out in a minute or so. As I waited,
my thoughts kept returning to the quick glimpse that I saw of
Merry's waist. The thought got me hard.
I got a sudden inspiration, and quickly went back into my
room for the roll of tickets. As I returned, Merry was just
leaving the bathroom.
"Merry, take a ticket," I said before she had a chance to
say anything. I tore off a ticket and handed it to her.
This time, I wasn't surprised when she intoned, "You have
one wish."
Her voice was louder than I had wanted. I looked around,
making sure that she hadn't alerted my mom or her dad. I
didn't hear anything.
I whispered to her, "Merry. One half hour after you go
to bed, you will sneak into my bedroom. You will strip and
get into my bed. You will go to sleep and not wake up until
you hear me tell you 'Time for beddy bye.' At that time, you
will get out of my bed, get dressed, and sneak back into your
own room."
"Your wish is my command," she intoned, and without any
further fanfare, she walked into her bedroom.
It took me a bit longer than usual in the bathroom that
evening. I was anticipating whether or not Merry would
actually comply with my wish.
I went to bed, but couldn't go to sleep. Was Merry
actually going to come in? I had heard her say her
good-nights to our parents while I was in the bathroom.
There wasn't any other sound other than the muffled sound
of the television playing downstairs.
From experience, I knew my parents wouldn't get to bed
until after midnight. They usually fell asleep watching the
news, and came upstairs. Only very rarely did my mother ever
check in on me, and not in the past year or so. I wasn't
sure if they checked in on Merry. I sure hoped they didn't
notice that her bed was vacant... if Merry actually complied
with my wish.
It seemed like hours when I heard a small sound at my
door. The knob turned and it opened. The outside hallway
was dark, and I could just barely make out Merry's shadow as
she entered my room.
Merry moved quietly toward my bed, then pulled her
nightgown over her head. She was nude underneath. She
pulled the covers closest to her down, and moved into my bed.
She turned to her side, facing away from me.
I was frozen in my bed. I didn't know what to do.
Merry had indeed complied with my wish. She was nude in my
bed.
I could hear Merry's regular breathing, and it occurred
to me that she was fast asleep. I didn't know what to do. I
didn't know if she had been playing a game with me, but I was
pretty sure that she wasn't playing one right now. Being
nude in the bed with a horny teen-aged male was NOT something
that an adolescent female would do.
When I made my wish to Merry, it had been my intention to
have her nude, and available for my inspection for as long as
I wanted. At the time, I was only hoping that she'd comply.
Now that she had done it, I found myself scared.
What if I touched her and she awoke? Would she scream,
and have our parents come running upstairs ready to kill me?
My wish was that she wouldn't wake up until I told her that
key phrase... but I still wasn't completely sure if this wish
thing was real.
In the hopes that she would come in that night, I had my
flashlight on the night stand next to my bed. I moved
slowly, so as not to wake Merry. It took about a minute or
two to get my hand to the table and another few seconds to
find the flashlight.
As my hand touched the flashlight, it made a bit of
noise. I instantly froze, but Merry's regular breathing
didn't miss a beat. After another minute or two, I finally
managed to grab the flashlight, and brought it under the
covers with me.
It took another few minutes to get up the nerve to turn
on the flashlight. Again, I was worried that Merry would
wake up and freak out to find herself naked with her
step-brother. She didn't wake up, though. I slowly moved my
head under the covers to take a closer look at Merry.
As I said, Merry was sleeping on her side, and when my
eyes finally got used to the light underneath the covers, all
I could see was her ass. It was white and round, and had a
couple of freckles on it. I resisted the urge to pat her on
it.
Now what? I was looking at my step-sister's naked ass.
Big fucking deal. I looked up toward her back, hoping to get
a glimpse of breast, but her right arm was over that part of
her body, effectively hiding her nakedness from me.
I stood there stupidly for a minute or so, looking from
her naked back to her backside. I tried to think of what to
do next.
If I wanted to see anything, I'd have to move her body.
But if I moved her, I might wake her up. If she woke up,
she'd probably scream, and then, of course, I'd be in deep
shit. What do to?
I turned off my flashlight, having seen enough of her
backside, and considered my next move.
Maybe I could try to wake her. Make her think she just
went to bed in the wrong room if she awoke. It sounded like
a terrible idea, but my cock was so hard it was aching. I
just HAD to see her naked body.
Finally, I got enough nerve to whisper in her ear.
"Merry? Merry? Merry! Wake up!"
No response. Her breathing continued its regular
pattern.
After a minute or so, I steeled up some more nerve, and
touched her on her shoulder. "Merry!" No answer.
I kept my hand on her shoulder. She didn't move. I
decided to go for broke.
I pulled her shoulder toward me, trying to move her onto
her back. It took more pressure than I had first thought,
but she finally moved. She finally was on her back!
I moved the covers back up to her neck. Her breathing
continued.
My eyes were now accustomed to the darkness, and I could
see the sheets rise with each of her breaths. Her eyes were
still closed. She hadn't woke up.
I remembered the flashlight, and turned it on again. It
lit up the blankets, but Merry's breathing continued
uninterrupted. I was about to move my head under the covers
when it occurred to me that if she hadn't awakened yet, she
probably won't. She was still following the terms of my
wish.
I moved the covers off her. Merry's body shivered, but
her breathing continued its steady rhythm. I could now see
her nude body... breasts, pussy, and legs.
My step-sister was beautiful. Her breasts weren't very
large, barely discernible. I had thought that they were
bigger, but they looked flat as pancakes on her chest. She
had small light-pink aureoles. Her nipples were barely visible as
darker pink center spots.
I moved my gaze southward, and saw the folds of her
womanhood. If she had any hair down there, it was next to
invisible. I simply saw a bunch of folds at the apex of the
'V' at the intersection of her legs.
Her legs were close together, so I didn't see very much.
But what I was looking at excited me. I found myself
touching my cock, moving my finger up and down quickly,
giving myself pleasure.
Without thinking, I took my left hand and moved her leg
away from the other one. Only after I did that did I realize
that I could have awakened her. I nervously looked at her
face, but her eyes were still closed, and her breathing was
still quite regular.
Emboldened, I moved my right hand from my cock, and
pulled her other leg away as well. It appeared that touching
Merry wasn't going to wake her up.
Again, without thinking, I touched her slit, curious as
to how it would feel.
This caused Merry's breath to skip. I looked up at her
face, concerned. Her eyes were still peacefully closed,
although her face had a slightly different expression. I
watched her carefully, and her breathing resumed its steady
pace.
I touched her again in the same spot, and Merry's breath
stopped again. Again I pulled my hand away, and her
breathing resumed. I wondered if she was sensitive there; I
knew for a fact that my cock was pretty sensitive when I
touched myself.
My right hand had moved back to my cock, and was rubbing
once again. I looked at the sight of my naked step-sister's
crotch, and then at her breasts. My hand was working faster.
Before I knew it, I had reached the point of no return.
I had rarely masturbated in my bedroom before, choosing to
use the bathroom for that function since it had much better
facilities for cleaning up afterwards. But now I was in a
quandary. I was going to shoot, and pretty soon. There was
no way that I was able to stop rubbing myself.
I finally got an idea and reached down beside the bed
where my clothes were. I picked up an item--it turned out to
be a T-shirt--and managed to get it to my crotch at the last
second. I pumped and pumped into that T-shirt. I was
surprised by how much I was squirting; I think it was a new
record for me.
After I achieved my release, I looked at Merry again.
She was still sleeping, unaware that I had just jacked off in
front of her. My T-shirt was a mess, but I figured that I'd
take care of that some time in the future. I tossed it
underneath my bed for now.
Now that I had my orgasm, I immediately felt guilty.
Merry was still laying naked in my bed. I had just shot off a
bucketful of semen into my T-shirt. What kind of pervert was
I? Looking at his sister (my "step-sister" I reminded
myself) and whacking off.
As if to make things worse, I heard the footsteps of my
parents coming upstairs!
Would they come into my room and see Merry laying naked
in my bed? Would they look in Merry's room and find her
missing?
I held my breath. I heard my parents tip toe down the
hallway, past my room. I was still holding my breath when I
heard a door open. Was it Merry's room? The door shut, and
I heard nothing.
I realized that I was still holding my breath. I finally
let it out, keeping the noise very low in case my parents
could hear.
I wasn't familiar with my parents' bedtime routine. I
thought my step-father took a shower at night but wasn't
entirely sure. I figured that my parents would probably be
asleep within an hour, but had no way to verify this.
I was fretting over how I was going to get Merry back
into her room when it finally hit me--it wasn't really my
problem! If Merry got caught out of her room, it wouldn't be
me that would be in trouble. However, I never really had any
desire to get Merry in trouble. She was a nice kid; not a
pain like so many other kid sisters that I had seen.
It also occurred to me that she was still naked in my
bed. I glanced down towards where she was still laying
totally exposed on my bed. My flashlight had long been off
and my eyes were once again accustomed to the darkness.
I knew that it would be best if I waited before sending
Merry back to her room. And her naked body was beckoning to
me.
Now, I would like to state here for the record that my
interest in my step-sister was totally academic. I had never
seen a naked girl or woman before--I hadn't even seen any
pictures in the girlie magazines! I was curious about what
she'd look like underneath her clothes. I admit that I had
jerked off while looking at her, but I had absolutely no
interest in pursuing any sexual relationship with her. None
whatsoever... cross my heart and hope to die. She was my
sister, even if not by blood!
But anyway, since we were stuck in my bedroom for a while
at least, I decided that I would make sure that I was able to
satisfy my curiosity. Even if I were somehow to get caught,
at least I'd have SOMETHING that would make it worthwhile, in
some small way.
I found that I was touching myself again, and I stopped
that. A thought flew by me that I should have made some
arrangement that she could touch me, but I threw that idea
away. I hadn't made such an arrangement, and putting my
genitalia in any proximity to her could possibly lead to a
nasty situation where I would be going against what I had
just said two paragraphs ago that I would never do!
It occurred to me that although Merry seemed to "notice"
when I touched her, she had never actually awakened. But
touching her crotch didn't do very much for me. In fact,
knowing that that was the same equipment that she used to
piss with sort of turned me off just a bit.
Merry's breasts were another matter. As I said, they
weren't very large. I went to give them a closer
examination.
From casual glances that I had given Merry in the past, I
could have sworn that her breasts were developing. I never
actually said anything to her, knowing how embarrassed such a
comment would be to her, but I had noticed.
So, how come her breasts looked so tiny now?
A thought came to me that she might wear falsies. It was
whispered at school that "some girls wear them" but I had no
idea what falsies were, except something that made girls'
boobs look larger. Somehow, that didn't seem like something
that Merry would use. First of all, she was a bit prudish.
Second, I don't know where she would be able to get them, and
it wasn't like my mother would actually purchase such things
for a step-daugher... would she?
I reached up and touched one of her breasts. Again, her
breath caught, but resumed its regular rhythm almost
immediately. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch. I
moved my hand to her nipple and saw it harden (along with
another skipped breath). Fascinated, I made a circular
motion with the tip of my index finger, feeling it get harder
with each circuit.
Encouraged, I reached with my other hand and started
rubbing her other breast. Like the first one, the other
nipple got hard underneath my index finger.
Merry let out a tiny combination moan and sigh. Her
breathing was still regular, but hearing that made my fingers
freeze. After a second, I realized that my rubbing was
probably making her feel good; just like rubbing my cock felt
good... would feel so good right now, in fact!
I increased the number of fingers in each hand in contact
with her breasts to three. She moaned once or twice again.
Her face had a tiny smile on it; she was enjoying my
attention.
I looked at my step-sister and it struck me that she had
never looked so beautiful before. I'd never seen her before
as anything other than a kid sister, maybe a bit cute, but
still a little girl. And here she was, looking like a
beautiful woman to me for the first time in my life.
Without thinking, I bent over her and kissed her lips.
As our lips met, the reality of what I was doing suddenly hit
me. What the fuck was I doing?
I froze, but not before Merry's lips pursed at the touch
of mine. She was actually kissing me back!
I was floored. I realized that I was playing with fire
here. In fact, my cock was only about six inches above her
crotch. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING???
The analytical part of my brain finally kicked in, and I
pulled away from our kiss.
Merry's lips remained pursed, as if they were kissing
some phantom in the night. I removed my hands from her
breasts, and looked down on her. Her breathing returned to
normal.
We were safe.
I realized that having Merry in my bed, naked and on her
back, was not a good idea. Especially when I was giving in
to sudden urges like kissing her.
I moved back to the other side of the bed, and slowly
pushed her shoulder away from me, so she was laying on her
side again.
Of course, this exposed her tiny backside to me. I
looked at it, and gave it an affectionate pat. It felt warm
and soft... just like her breasts had.
Thinking about her breasts, I moved up again and looked
at her from the top.
I could see the outline of her top breast now. It looked
much larger than when she had been laying on her back. I
finally realized that the reason her breasts had look so tiny
before was due to gravity pulling them closer to her body.
I kissed Merry's shoulder, and pulled the sheet back over
her.
My dick was so hard that I needed to once again take care
of it. I looked underneath my bed for the T-shirt that I had
used before, and found it. It took about thirty seconds for
me to send another load into it.
About five or ten minutes later, I found myself drifting
off to sleep. There was something nagging on my mind, but I
couldn't figure out what it was. I turned over and found my
body curled up against Merry's back. My dick was actually
touching her!
Oh, shit! Merry was still here. Time to send her back
to her room. Hopefully, she won't know what I did tonight.
"Merry..." I whispered to her.
No response.
"Merry..." I whispered again, just a tiny bit louder.
She didn't give any indication of having heard me.
Shit! What was I going to do now? It struck me that I
had given her a key phrase that would send her back to her
room. What was it?
I tried to rack my brain until I remembered. It was
something that Merry used to say when my mother and I first
moved in with her and her father. "Time for beddy bye!"
Merry moved immediately. She threw off the covers and
got out of my bed. She didn't look over to me, but found her
nightgown that she had discarded on the floor. She pulled it
over her head and walked out of my door, closing it behind
her.
I strained to hear what was happening outside. I heard
her door open softly, and then close.
Then nothing.
A few minutes later, I fell asleep.
* * *
I woke up the next morning. My dick was hard again, this
time with a need to go to the bathroom. I looked beside my
bed, and saw my T-shirt on the floor. I pushed it underneath
my bed and got up.
I grabbed my robe and pulled it on, leaving my room to do
my morning business.
As I was taking my shower, I heard my mom call up to
Merry and me that breakfast was ready.
I felt a bit uneasy at the breakfast table. Merry's
father was reading the newspaper, as usual. Mom had gotten
up to get her and her husband another cup of coffee.
Merry was eating her cereal like everything was normal.
I kept sneaking glances at her. I kept thinking back to how
beautiful she looked right before I kissed her that previous
night.
"Jim, is anything wrong?" my mom asked me.
"No... no, Mom. I just had a weird dream last night. It
sort of spooked me, I guess."
Merry looked up. "Gee, I had a nice dream last night.
Can't remember too much of it, but I think it was nice."
Mom looked at the two of us, and then smiled. "Well, you
kids need to do the lawn and garden today. I'll be shopping
with Aunt Peggy at nine." Aunt Peggy was an old friend of my
Mom's who loved to go shopping with my mother.
I simply nodded to my mother, like I usually do in the
morning. Merry nodded also and went back to her cereal.
I wondered what Merry dreamed last night. Did she dream
of me looking and touching her... even kissing her? But
Merry didn't look at me at all. She was just interested in
her cereal.
Merry's father left for work, and Mom went upstairs to
change.
I was cleaning up the dishes from breakfast when Merry
came in with her cereal bowl and spoon.
"Want me to dry?" asked Merry.
"Nah, Shortcake. I'll take care of it."
"You promised you wouldn't call me that anymore, Jimmy!"
she said, emphasizing the name I hated to be called.
"Sorry, Merry," I grinned.
Merry grinned back at me.
I got back to the dishes and realized that Merry was
still in the kitchen. I turned back and she was looking at
me.
"What's up, Merry?" I asked.
"Um... I can use some money for school. Do you think Mom
would let me mow the lawn?" she asked.
I looked at her and frowned. "Merry, you know I hate
doing the weeds!"
"I'll do everything. Let me get the five dollars for
mowing AND the five dollars for the weeds. You won't have to
do nothing!"
"You sure?" I asked.
"Please, Jim?"
I smiled. Letting her do the grass would give me some
time to waste with Jack. "Sure. If Mom says OK. All
right?"
Merry ran up to me and kissed me on the cheek. She had
done this before, but after the previous night, it brought
back memories of me kissing her on the lips. My cock started
to stir in anticipation.
I pushed her away, gently, and then moved so my erection
wouldn't be too noticeable.
Merry, unperturbed, went upstairs to bug my mother.
If she knew anything about last night, she certainly
wasn't letting it show.
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