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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 sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  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.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 26--More Pressure!

        But you will come to a place,
        Where the only thing you feel,
        Are loaded guns in your face,
        And you'll have to deal with--
        Pressure!
                -- Pressure (Billy Joel)


    Kristen was in New England with Camille, helping Camille
get settled in Providence.  Most of Camille's college
expenses were paid by scholarships, and Kristen and Will
helped her out as well.  Will's apartment was about an hour
or so away and he made an offer to Camille that she could use
his place to crash on long weekends if she just wanted to get
away from school, or even if she just wanted to spend some
quality time with Will.

    I found myself missing Kristen for the two weeks she was
gone.  I turned down her invitation, since I was curious if
Kristen would engage in a threesome with Will and Camille if
I wasn't around.  According to Kristen, they hadn't when I
was there, and I wondered if I was sort of an anti-catalyst
for that.  If something happened, I knew that Kristen would
tell me.

    Even with Kristen gone, Lynette still was living at the
apartment.  Since I had never been happy with the whole
"slave" thing, I didn't give her any orders at all.  Instead,
I simply asked if she would like to hug and snuggle at night,
which we both seemed to enjoy.  I found that I hated sleeping
alone, and having her warm body available--even without
engaging in sex--was very therapeutic.

    June was also spending more time with me as she sensed my
melancholia.  It wasn't easy for her, since she was also
spending time with Merry, getting her interested in being a
cheerleader and helping her work out.  While Kristen was
gone, I asked both June and Lynette to wear clothes at the
apartment, especially with Merry coming over so often.  The
two girls obliged me.

    June found a practical solution to helping Merry: she
invited Merry to spend nights together in the guest bedroom
in the apartment.  At first, my step-father wasn't entirely
happy with the situation, but my mother pointed out that June
was spending a lot of quality time with Merry, trying to get
her focused on something.  He reluctantly agreed to allow
Merry to sleep over.

    Merry noticed Lynette sleeping with me most of the time.
I didn't comment on it, but June explained to Merry that
Lynette was Kristen's friend, and that we both missed
Kristen, and spending time together was our way of
remembering Kristen.

    I took the three girls to Vaughn's one night, using some
of the house money as well as some money I received when I
arranged a barter of a second electronic keyboard that
Kristen picked up at the flea market for a multi-track TEAC
open reel recorder and some extra cash.

    For the first time ever in my memory, Merry refused the
Belly Buster dessert at Vaughn's.  When I asked why, she
said, "Cheerleaders don't eat that shit."

    When Merry said that, Lynette nearly choked on her iced
tea.

    When Lynette learned of June's attempt to help make Merry
a cheerleader, Lynette got full on board as well.  Merry
would grow to hate Lynette, since Lynette wasn't acting as a
big sister as June was, but as a hard driving coach instead.

    "Let Jim sleep with that bitch!" I overheard Merry say
one night when I was going off to the master bedroom to sleep
with Lynette.

    A few days before Kristen was due back, Lynette and I
were playing pool.  We were about evenly matched, and we
played a number of games.

    I heard the sound of running water, but ignored it for a
bit.  When I heard squeals of laughter, however, both Lynette
and I went next door to investigate what was going on.  We
found June and Merry, naked in the communal shower, the two
girls soaping and splashing at each other.

    When Merry noticed that I was there, she tried to cover
herself as much as possible.  Lynette read the situation, and
quickly pulled me out of the room.

    Back in the pool room, I was furious.  "How could June do
that to me?"

    "Do what?" Lynette asked me, confused.

    "Take advantage of Merry like that!"

    "Take advantage?  They were taking a shower!" Lynette
said.

    "You know what goes on in those showers, Lynette!"

    "They are just two friends, a little sister and a big
sister, having fun."

    "Sisters don't do that!"

    "How the fuck would you know?  I have an older sister,
and we DID do things like that, Jim.  We grow up hating each
other, and then, all of a sudden, we're best friends."

    "June was taking advantage of Merry!" I repeated.

    Lynette shook her head.  "You're the last person I would
have figured for a prude, Jim."

    Lynette left the game room, her disgust at me hanging
heavy in the air.

    Was I a prude?

* * *

    I was laying on my bed in my bedroom.  I refused dinner;
I wasn't hungry.  I was stewing about June and then how
Lynette turned a blind eye to everything.

    There was a knock on by bedroom door.

    "Who is it?"

    "June."

    "Go away."

    There was another knock.

    "Go away."

    June opened the door.  "Jim, you know that I love you
very much.  I'm willing to do anything for you."

    "Yeah?  So what?" I said sullenly, still pissed as hell.

    June sighed.  "I'm giving you my notice.  This is the
last time you're going to see me here.  You don't trust me,
and you don't seem to want me to be with your sister.  This
won't be easy for me, but I'm leaving, effective now."

    "Huh?"

    "I'm leaving.  You asked me to do something, I did it,
and you now hate me for it.  I didn't sign up for that."

    Wait a minute!  I was pissed at June.  Why was she pissed
at me?

    "Don't go turning this around, June..."

    "You turned it around, Jim."

    "No, I didn't..."

    June didn't want to argue.  She just turned and left,
closing the door behind her.

    How the fuck did I just lose June?

    Before I could even fathom what just happened, there was
another knock.

    "June?"

    "It's Merry," Merry said, opening the door.  "June's
going to take me home."

    "Wait!" I said, but Merry didn't wait.  She left and the
door closed again.

    Lynette was next.  "I'm leaving, too, Jim," she said.
"Kris should be back tomorrow.  Have her call me."

    "Lynette!  Please bring everybody back here!"

    "They are leaving, Jim!"

    "Get them, please!  I don't want this!"

    Lynette looked at me for a moment and then left.  I
didn't know if she was going to get June and Merry back, or
if she was going to just leave.

    About five minutes later, June came back into the room
alone.  "What do you want?"

    "Can you explain to me what was happening in the shower?"

    June stared at me for a few moments.  "We just did a long
workout outside, doing the moves that Lynette recommended.
Merry and I wanted a shower, but I figured that using the
upstairs one together would be too close.  Merry never saw
the downstairs one, so I showed it to her.  She ran over and
turned off my hot water, and I did the same to her.  She was
throwing a face cloth at me and you came into the shower, all
hot and bothered."

    "That's it?"

    "That's it."

    "Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded.

    "Why didn't you ask either of us?" June countered.

    "June, Merry is very special to me.  I don't want anybody
hurting her.  I thought you might be taking..."

    "Taking advantage of Merry?" June said.  "That's why I
can't live with you any more.  You really think that I'd do
that to that wonderful girl?  I know how you feel, and we
have a rule, don't we?  If somebody wants to do something
with somebody else, and there are partners involved, then the
partners have to approve.  Isn't that right?"

    "Yeah..."

    "Do you think I'd violate that rule?  Have I ever done
so?"

    "Oh, I'm such a fucking idiot!  Lynette tried to tell me
that I was going off the deep end, and I wouldn't hear it.
What's happening to me?"

    June no longer looked confrontational.  Instead, she
looked maternal.  "You really miss her, don't you?"

    I got out of bed, and hugged June.  I don't know how long
I cried on her shoulder.

* * *

    I said, "I'm sorry" to June, Lynette, and Merry, in that
order.

    Merry was the most confused of all.  Her hair was still
wet from her interrupted shower.

    "Merry, can I make it up to you?" I asked.

    "You missed Kristen, so you got mad at June?" Merry said,
confused, without answering my question.

    "Love makes you do stupid things," I admitted.

    "Make it up, how?" Merry asked.

    Conversations with Merry were seldom linear.

    "Do you want to finish that shower?" I asked her.

    "Downstairs?" Merry could get linear when she was
interested in the answer.

    "Downstairs."

    "That's cool.  It's like in school!"

    "Do you want to finish it?"

    "With June?"

    "With June."

    "All right."

* * *

    I watched June and Merry head out of the apartment with
fresh towels.  Kristen had a nearly complete set of shower
supplies down there, with a closet that had refills and
replacements as necessary.

    "Want to join them?" I asked Lynette.

    "Not a good idea," Lynette said.

    "Huh?"

    "You made Merry afraid of you today.  You'll need to
wait.  Trust me, Jim."

    I nodded.  "I'm such an asshole."

    "It makes you more human."

    "I don't want to be a human asshole.  I want to be a
regular guy."

    "You have Kristen.  You'll never be a regular guy.  Even
if you couldn't play a note."

    "Thanks, Lynette."

    "Tomorrow, I'm Pussy Slave."

    "Not if Merry is still here."

    "Yes, Jim, but it's Kristen's decision."

    I ignored Lynette's implication.  "Do you think that I'd
scare Merry?"

    "Kristen usually seems to have a sense of what needs to
be done at the right time.  Camille is smart and is also like
that, most of the time.  Your friend Patty seems to have a
perfect record.  I know how lucky you are, Jim."

    "Lucky Asshole?"

    "Those three people are your anchors.  None of them are
leaving you.  Camille is going to New England, but she'll be
with Kristen's brother.  Patty is working at the pizza joint.
Without those friends of yours, you are starting to fly off
in all directions."

    "That's poetic," I said dejectedly.

    "I wanted to be a teacher or a dancer.  Kristen has me
going to school and majoring in business.  What do I know
about business?"

    Lynette changed the subject, I noticed.  I think it was a
good idea.

    "I think Kristen has plans for you," I said.

    "She has plans for you, too."

    "Oh?" I laughed.  This wasn't news to me.

    "You are going to live your dream.  You will be bigger
than the Beatles, and Kristen is going to be there, saying, I
was a part of this."

    "Success in music isn't a certainty."

    "You don't know Kristen very well.  You thought you were
trying to manipulate her a couple of months ago, but she's
manipulating you to get her to be a part of your success.
You are thoroughly in her clutches and she won't let go.  I
tell you this because I love her as much as you do."

    "I know how much you love her," I said, softly.

    "The cheerleaders never had as good a friend as you,"
Lynette said.

    "How does that follow, Lynette?  Everybody loves the
cheerleaders."

    "Camille told me what you did with that nerd.  You
pointed out Sherry to Camille.  You're the only heterosexual
male that attended the lesser initiation that didn't try
anything with the cheerleader he was sponsoring."

    "Sherry was just a friend."

    "We intentionally put her in a vulnerable situation with
you, and you fucked up her initiation!  You were supposed to
take advantage of her, but instead, acted like the perfect
gentleman.  Camille was so nauseatingly smug about it that I
would have liked to kill her.  If Camille didn't vouch that
you were heterosexual, there would have been gossip."

    I laughed.  "Sherry wouldn't have appreciated me taking
advantage of her."

    There was no humor in Lynette's eyes.  "Sherry would have
taken it in all three holes from you, and paused for pictures
at every point."

    I shook my head.  "Some people have a weird sense of
priorities."

    "You are the most wonderful man I've met, and yet you
have an inferiority complex."

    "Who are you in love with, Lynette?  Kristen or me?"

    "Both of you."

    "You were willing to leave me before."

    "You're not perfect, Jim.  You're the best guy I've met,
though."

    I sighed.  It was difficult to think when your heart was
tugging you in every direction at once.

* * *

    I didn't meet Kristen at O'Hare.

    It wasn't my fault.  I woke up in time.  June was in my
bed with me.  She felt me stir, and whispered, "You awake?"

    "Yeah," I said, not realizing the mistake I just made.

    "Great!" June said, happily.  Her head descended on my
prick, sending me into exquisite torture.

    "So, this is what it's like to die," I said, half to
myself.

    "Your Goddess is arriving in a couple of hours," June
said.  "I have my orders.  Cunt Whore is supposed to keep you
here until she arrives.  I will do whatever I have to do to
keep you in this bed."

    "You're not Cunt Whore anymore.  You don't need to..."

    "Cunt Whore has to," June said, seriously.  "Let Kristen
make her own entrance.  You can tell her about your decision
later, but since she doesn't know the new rules, I'm
reverting to the old ones."

    June went down on me, and did her damnedest to make sure
that I'd not be able to come again for a while.

    After she was done, I looked at her laying next to me.  I
said, "How do you do it?"

    June and I laughed for about ten minutes straight at that.

* * *

    I was teaching Merry the little I knew about pool.

    I decided to show Merry the quadruple bank shot Camille
used against Kristen months ago.  I practiced that particular
shot in secret, and I was about eight out of ten with it.
Camille advised that trick shots should be nine out of ten,
though, but I ignored her advice.  I set up the shot and took
it.  I made it through four banks, but the angle on the last
bank wasn't quite right.

    "That's stupid," Merry said.  "Why didn't you just shoot
straight across?"

    "Good question, Shortcake!" I said, cursing myself.  I
tried to make myself look like a great pool hustler and ended
up looking like a really stupid asshole.

    "Rack 'em up, Jim."

    I racked them up, and allowed Merry to break.  She wasn't
bad, but she wasn't a great player.  However, whenever I
tried to be fancy, like take an unnecessary bank shot, I'd
miss.  It made the game quite close.

    "Eight ball on the opposite side pocket," I called.  I
took the shot, and made it.

    "Cool!" Merry said.  "Can we play for stakes?"

    "Like what?" I asked, innocently.

    "Article of clothing per game."

    "No strip pool, munchkin!"

    "Munchkin?"

    "Sorry, Shortcake."

    "Get us straight.  Call June Munchkin!"

    June?  She wasn't that small.  "She's the same size as
you!"

    "I heard she could munch, though."

    I started wondering what my own step-sister knew about
the women in my life.

* * *

    How do you explain it when the love of your life walks
into your playroom, and sees you naked except for boxers, and
your kid sister in her bra and panties?

    This was the situation that I was in when Kristen
arrived.  To my credit, Merry had four solids on the table,
whereas I only had the eight ball to worry about.

    Merry took her shot, and nothing went in.  (We called
this the "poke and hope" shot, which is an expression that
Camille taught us.)

    The position that Merry left me was perfect.  It was a
straight hit into the side pocket.  I knew that side pockets
were a bit more difficult than corner shots, but I lined it
up and knew that I was perfect.

    I lined up the shot, remembering Camille's instructions
on how to exert more control of the cue.

    "Fifty bucks says he's going to miss!" Kristen said.

    I glared at my blonde Goddess, and realigned my shot.

    "Five thousand says he's going to make it."

    I didn't know that Camille came back--I thought that she
was going to stay in New England.  I looked back and saw her.
She just smiled at me.

    "Five thousand, one shot," Kristen agreed.

    I refused to acknowledge what the girls were doing around
me.  I lined up the shot once again, and closed my mind to
all distractions.  I pulled the cue back and shot...

    Plunk!  I made it!

    "Five thousand, Goddess!" Camille laughed.

    "You've got it, Cammy," Kristen said.

    "What do you say now?" Camille prodded.

    Kristen looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Jim.  I won't
bet against you ever again."

    "Maybe you just shouldn't bet against Cammy, Kris!"

    Kristen looked at me, then at Camille, and then at me.
"I think you have found the winning strategy!"

    Merry started reaching behind her back in a motion that I
recognized that a girl does when removing her bra.  It took
me a few minutes to explain to Merry that I really didn't
want her to lose any more of her clothes.

* * *

    Apparently, after lunch was the "How Big An Asshole Was
Jim These Past Two Weeks" competition.  All the girls spent a
lot of time relishing my clay feet and my lack of trust.

    If I wanted to feel the way I was feeling, I could just
have Archy come over and call me a serial rapist again.

    Patty noticed how I was feeling first.  "Girls, Jim
doesn't need all this shit on him."

    Unfortunately, the girls ignored Patty.

    When June started going on about the shower episode with
Merry, I had my fill.

    "FUCK YOU ALL!" I shouted.  "I made a fucking mistake.  I
apologized, and I have to relive this shit?"

    I left the room, and walked out into the parking lot.  I
walked home.  I saw cars coming along the road where I was
walking.  In every case, I found that I could duck onto the
side of the road in case it was one of the girls.

    Merry was home when I got there.  I glared at her, daring
her to say anything.  I think it worked, as she didn't say
anything.

    For the first time in months, I slept in my bed in my
parents' house and I didn't want to leave.

    It turned out that my ally, other than Patty, was Merry.
Both girls seemed to know how I felt, and they both thought
that I was wronged.

    Merry had a solution for my problem.  She kept everybody
from me, period.

    There were many people at the front door of our house.
My mother's instinct would be to invite them in, but Merry
would give her a look as if doing so would be inviting a
deadly plague into our house.

    Nobody, not even June or Kristen, could get past Merry.

    I woke up alone the next morning.

    If that statement doesn't seem important, you should
realize that statement hadn't applied to me since I moved
into Kristen's apartment after her birthday party.

    Well, at least, I'm back in my own home, I thought.  My
parents are good people.  They wouldn't turn on you like
those people I thought were my friends.

    I saw Merry at the door to my room.  "Are you awake?"
Merry whispered.

    "Yeah," I answered.

    "Everybody came over," Merry said.  "I told them to fuck
themselves.  I just told them what you told them.  Mom and
Dad didn't seem to get angry."

    "I love you, Shortcake."

    Merry beamed at me.

    "Um, Patty's downstairs."

    "Oh?" Patty was the one person who wasn't on my shit
list.  I could never refuse Patty anything.  "Send her in."

    Merry left and a minute or so later, Patty came into my
room.

    "Patty!  Why do they hate me?"

    "Jim, you don't take criticism well."

    "I love criticism," I said, truthfully.  "It shows my
weaknesses and I address them in my next project."

    "What if the project is life?" Patty asked.

    "Huh?" I asked, not following Patty.

    Patty shut the door to my room.  "How were you
criticized, Jim?"

    "I'm a serial rapist.  I don't trust my own friends, I am
the worst..."

    "Enough," Patty said.  "You're back to where you were
when you got pissed off."

    "No, Patty," I said, sadly.  "We're back to where I was
being attacked."

    "You don't take personal criticism very well."

    "Kristen was on their side, laughing.  I thought she
understood me.  How could she take their side?"

    "I can't answer that, Jim," Patty answered.  "You'll have
to ask her yourself."

    "I won't," I said.  "If she doesn't take my side then
she's against me."

    "That stupid and paranoid, Jim," Patty said.

    "Patty, I trust you of all people.  Was leaving the
apartment wrong?"

    Patty paused, considering her answer.  Finally, she said,
"I saw you getting angry, and I knew that you were about to
blow up.  June and Lynette really don't know this side of
you.  You are in a difficult position with many people
thinking you're nearly perfect, and you disagree with that.
This blow up was destined to happen."

    "That wasn't an answer to my question," I pointed out.

    "You were probably right to feel the way you did.  You
were wrong to leave.  Jim, nobody knew how you were feeling.
You didn't say anything.  You started to withdraw into
yourself, and I saw it, but nobody else did.  I didn't want
you to blow up like that."

    "I slept alone last night."

    "So did Kristen.  Kristen cried herself to sleep."

    I might have thought that everybody was against me except
Patty and Merry, but hearing that about Kristen put all that
behind me.  "She did?"

    Patty nodded.  "Kris is out in my car.  Merry won't let
her in.  Your sister protects you like a pit bull, Jim."

    "What should I do, Patty?"

    Patty shook her head.  "Jim, you are a good person.
Trust your instincts."

    "Which means?"

    "How are you feeling right now?"

    "I think maybe I went too far."

    "I was there at lunch yesterday.  Do you want to know why
all those things were brought up?  People were trying to tell
Kristen how great you are.  You only heard the bad things,
like June explaining how you overreacted to finding her in
the shower with Merry.  June wasn't telling that story to
highlight your failing.  She told it to highlight the ending:
you fixed it.  Can you understand that?"

    "I thought..."

    "Every time you do something wrong, it sticks in your
mind.  You find a solution and make things better, and at
that point, the entire episode shouldn't be a bad memory.
You seem to dwell on the first part, though.  You constantly
dwell on how you nearly destroyed Kristen's life, but you
don't think much about how both your life and hers have gone
for the better since that time."

    There was a knock on my bedroom door.  It was Merry.

    "Hello, Shortcake!"

    "Kristen says she's sorry."

    "Kristen didn't do anything wrong," I said.

    "Oh," Merry said, confused.  "Wasn't she on the shit
list?"

    I looked up at Patty.  "I took it out on Kris, didn't I?"

    Patty nodded.

    "Tell Kris I'll be right down, Shortcake."

    I threw the covers off the bed, not caring that Patty saw
my nakedness.  I found a clean but old pair of jeans and a
faded T-shirt.

    I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth--I didn't
want to make a bad impression on Kristen.

    Patty and I went downstairs, and Kristen was in the
living room.

    "Hi, Kris," I said.

    "I'm sorry, Jim," Kristen said.  "I didn't mean..."

    "Let's leave it at 'I'm sorry,' and I'll add my own: I'm
sorry."

    Kristen and I kissed.

    The love of my life looked at what I was wearing.  "How
old are those jeans?"

    "A few years," I admitted.

    Kristen shook her head.  "Patty, could you drive us to
the mall?"

    "Sure."

    "Can I come?" Merry asked.

    Kristen and Patty were smiling.  I turned to my sister
and replied, "Of course, if your dad agrees."

    Merry ran off to find her dad.

    Patty suggested, "You two should find some time to be
alone.  I mean, really alone."

    Kristen nodded.  "It's been two weeks."

    "How is Will?" I asked.

    "He's doing great.  He'll be even better when Camille
comes back."

    "I didn't think she was coming back with you."

    Kristen looked thoughtfully at me and said, "You should
talk with her."

    I looked from Kristen to Patty, who nodded.

    What was going on with Camille?

* * *

    The trip to the mall was to get me some "decent outfits."
I endured the three females' attempt to force some fashion
sense into me.

    From there, Patty drove us to the apartment.  Patty
needed to leave for her job at Roman's and couldn't stay.
She drove Merry home.

    Neither June nor Lynette was in the apartment.  It seemed
empty.

    "I slept alone last night," Kristen said.

    "So did I," I said.

    "Let's not do this again."

    We spent the rest of the afternoon making sweet,
passionate love.

* * *

    Camille showed up at the apartment that evening.

    When she arrived, I greeted her.  "Hey, Cammy!  I didn't
get much chance to say 'Hi' yesterday."

    Camille nodded.  She was very quiet, which was unusual
for her.

    "I came back to give you a message," Camille said.

    "Couldn't Kristen have delivered it?"

    Camille didn't answer me, but kissed me on the lips.  It
was one of the few times we did anything romantic together
without Kristen being with us.  Kristen was one floor down,
practicing her pool.

    After we broke the kiss, Camille said, "I didn't kiss you
good bye, Jim."

    Camille left, leaving me completely floored.

    I went downstairs, and saw that Camille's mother's car
was no longer in the driveway.

    I found Kristen in the playroom.  "Camille was just here."

    "Did she give you her message?" Kristen asked.

    "She kissed me and then left."

    "Will spanked her for forgetting to kiss you good-bye.  I
told on her." Kristen wore a grin on her face.

    "Where is she?"

    "I think she's on her way to her mother's house, so her
mother can drop her off at the airport."

    "She came back to Illinois just to give me a good-bye
kiss?"

    "Would you have preferred a good-bye fuck?" Kristen
asked.  "I've heard that Camille can be as addicting as you
seem to be."

    "Huh?"

    "Camille is in love with you, Jim.  She says she's in
love with me, but it's not the same as when Lynette says it.
You don't think she's in love with Will, do you?"

    "Of course I do!"

    "Will is her future, but Will isn't her love.  They will
always have lovers, but they will share.  That's their way,
and they are perfect for each other that way.  We share
lovers as well, but I don't think that will define our
relationship as much as it will hers.  There are three other
women that love you as much as she and I love you."

    I stood there, stunned.

    Kristen went on.  "Sherry Jordan would love to replace
me, you know.  She is too nice a person to actually do that.
I've been talking to Patty and she thinks that if you were to
sleep with Sherry, she'd be yours for life.  I'm sure not
willing to take that chance!  In addition, June loves you
almost as much as either Sherry or Camille, but you know and
she knows that you will not fuck her because you know her
future is with Archy."

    "You said there were four--three others, not two."

    "You know the fourth.  She's the one that loved you
first.  Even before Sherry."

    Was Kristen suggesting the person that I thought she was?
"That's crazy.  That's a silly crush.  Merry's going to have
an endless line of boyfriends."

    "And Merry will sleep around, like Lynette and Camille,
until she finds somebody that will love her as much as she
feels for you."

    "Then I'm going to have to find Merry a boyfriend
quickly."

    "Let her choose her own life, Jim.  She wants you, but
you don't want her.  At least give her the freedom to make
her own decisions."

    I shook my head.  "I can't have Merry sleeping around
like that."

    Kristen turned and looked me straight in the eye.  "Why
not?"

    "Because... because..." I tried to come up with a good
reason.

    "Because you love her, too."

    "Not like that!"

    Kristen shook her head, but she smiled.  "You need to
find out how much.  I'm not telling you to fuck her.  You
know, having her make friends with June was a great idea.
You should enlist Sherry as well."

    "Sherry might be a good idea," I said, half to myself.  I
really wanted Merry to get on the cheerleading squad.

    "Stop manipulating her, and let her live her own life.
Think about how you were last year when we met."

    "I had a roll of tickets and almost fucked you over
royally."

    Kristen laughed.  "But you also had fun.  Remember Kneely
Park?  You told me you only needed to use the tickets the
first time.  The girls chose the repeat performance
themselves.  I went the second time because Patty told me how
funny it all was."

    "Funny, huh?" I asked.  I considered what Kristen said
and added, "That sounds good.  Hey, Merry!  Let me have
Kristen and June take you to a special place at Kneely Park."

    Kristen was still laughing.  "Just let her make her own
decisions.  She's not going to rape you, you know.  She likes
you too much for that.  Again, the best thing about all the
women that love you is that they love me too, and they don't
compete with me because of that.  Camille knows that she
could steal you away unintentionally, so she moved to where
her future is."

    "Camille?  Steal me?" I asked.  I was incredulous.

    Kristen gave me an odd look, and didn't reply.

    I considered what Kristen just said.  I decided to drop
the mention of Camille stealing me away.  "So, Camille's
future is Will and an endless collection of guys and girls?"

    "It's who Camille is.  You could make her a woman devoted
to a single man, but that wouldn't be the Camille you know,
would it?"

    I shook my head.

    "Life is pretty fucked up here in the suburbs, huh?"
Kristen joked.

    If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was on a
fucking soap opera.  Let's rename our town "Peyton Place."

    "Lynette called earlier and wants to know if she's
invited over."

    "Invited?" Lynette was, by now, a permanent fixture in
our apartment.

    "You were pissed at her, before.  The fact that you got
upset worried her to death.  She will only come over if you
tell her that you're no longer angry."

    "Patty helped me understand what I was doing."

    "I know that, but Lynette doesn't know that.  I imagine
that June is feeling bad about what she said, too."

    Oh, shit.  Luckily there was a wall phone in the
playroom.  I quickly dialed Lynette's number, and Lynette
answered.  "Hello?"

    "Hey, Lynette!"

    "Jim!" Lynette seemed surprised, but also apprehensive.

    "I'm sorry for blowing up at you yesterday."

    Lynette answered, "No, Jim.  I'm really sorry.  I didn't
think about your feelings.  I mean, everybody loves telling
Oogie Stories..."

    "I know, I know," I said.  "I'm starting to get sick of
these Oogie Stories!"

    "Oh, no!" Lynette said, thinking that I didn't understand
them.  "They're stories that people tell to see if they can
top somebody else's about the wonderful things you do."

    "It didn't sound as if you were telling a wonderful
story, Lynette."

    "I didn't get to the end, but the story was about how you
thought that somebody might be mistreating your sister.
Everybody I told that story to envies your sister."

    I shook my head, but realized that Lynette couldn't see
that.  "Please don't tell Oogie Stories in front of me,
Lynette.  I think that I have a different reaction to them.
I think of them as times that I'm being an asshole."

    Lynette asked.  "That's precious, Jim!  Can I tell that
one to others?  A new Oogie Story!"

    I was speechless until Lynette's laughter told me she was
kidding.  Well, maybe she wasn't really kidding, but it broke
the tension.

    "Am I invited over?  My parents hadn't expected me to be
here last night.  They sort of want to turn my room over to
my sister..."

    "Of course, Lynette.  Please come over."

    "Thank you, Oogie!"

    The phone clicked.

    Next, I dialed June's house.  Mrs. Rodgers answered.
"Um, Mrs. Rodgers?  This is Jim Crittenhouse."

    Mrs. Rodgers said, "Is there a problem, Jim?"

    "Um, no," I said.  "I just wanted to speak with June."

    "I thought June was at your apartment."

    Huh?  "Um, maybe she's on her way."

    "She left about a half hour ago."

    This was confusing, but I realized that security no
longer announced June and Lynette.  As long as either Kristen
or I were around, June could come in, and Lynette already
moved in with us.

    "I've been downstairs.  I'll check upstairs.  Thanks,
Mrs. Rodgers!"

    I hung up.

    "What's wrong?" Kristen asked.

    "June's supposed to be here," I said.  "Her mother says
she left a half hour ago."

    I left the playroom and looked out onto the driveway.
June's mother's car was in the driveway.

    That's funny, I thought.  Why didn't June look for us
down in the playroom?

    I went upstairs into the apartment and saw why June
wasn't downstairs.

    June was nude, and she chained herself to the hooks on
the floor that I showed her mother.  She wore handcuffs on
her wrists and ankles.  Her ass was up in the air.  I could
see that her crotch was oozing.

    "June!  How long have you been here?"

    "I can't tell.  Fifteen minutes, maybe?"

    June had a hood over her face.

    I looked at the picture that June presented.  The hooks
were a bit far apart, actually.

    Kristen gasped when she walked into the apartment behind
me.  "Why didn't you call to us?" Kristen asked.

    "I'm being punished for embarrassing Oogie," June said.

    "Who is punishing you?" Kristen demanded.

    Merry walked out of the spare bedroom.  "Like my
handiwork?"

    "Merry!" Kristen and I both screamed in surprise.

    "June told me what Jim told her mother.  She got the
stuff from her mother--June thinks she's too afraid to
actually go through with it--and I helped her connect the
chains to the hooks and put the black bag over her head."

    "Why?"

    "June told me she wanted to be punished, and asked me for
help.  She said if I did this for her, she'd have Sherry give
me acrobatic lessons."

    This sadomasochistic scene was completely incongruous
with the modest, pristine Merry.

    Kristen started laughing.

    "What's so funny?" I demanded.

    "Your face, Jim!  It's classic!"

    Merry started laughing as well.  "Jim, I'm going to be
sixteen next month!  How old were you when Patty started
coming upstairs to your room?"

    It was difficult for me to contemplate Merry and her
budding sexuality.

    "You did wonderful, Merry!" Kristen said.

    "Yeah, Merry," June agreed.

    "Thanks," Merry said, a bit shyly.  "Kristen, June wanted
me to ask you if you had KY jelly."

    This was too much for me.  June was bound up and
blindfolded with her ass in the air, and my kid sister was
asking for some lubrication.

    "I'll get some for you," Kristen said, helpfully.

    "Hey, everyone!" Lynette said, entering the apartment.
She took one look at June and said, "Ooh, can I be next?"

    Kristen came out of the bathroom with a tube.  "Hi,
Lynette!"

    "Cool scene.  Your idea?" Lynette asked.

    Kristen shook her head.  "Jim's.  He offered this to
June's mother when she objected to him treating her daughter
as a whore."

    "A whore?" Merry asked.

    "Cunt Whore," June explained, helpfully.

    "Cunt Whore?" Merry asked again, confused.

    "My mom's Ass Whore, and this is going to be her first
activity."

    "Ouch!" Merry said.

    Lynette looked at me, quite impressed.  "I never figured
you for that sort of scene, Oogie."

    "It's not.  It was just something to scare June's mom."

    "Mom is trying to work up the courage to go through with
it.  I saw her with one wrist and ankle bound.  Mom was
embarrassed, but she didn't hide."

    "Can somebody tell me where the Candid Camera is?" I
asked.

    "Camera!" Kristen said, getting an idea.  "One minute!"

    Kristen returned from the kitchen and took some pictures
of June.  "Cool!"

    I was dumbfounded as the four women so casually accepted
June's predicament.  "Come on, June.  Get out of there.
Where are the keys to the handcuffs?"

    "I, um... left them at home." June did not sound one bit
sorry.

    "That's true," agreed Merry.  "She told me that when she
was putting them on."

    "How are you going to get out of this?"

    "Well, I didn't think I'd get so tired.  I guess you'll
have to have my mom come over..."

    "NO!" I shouted.  "Kris, doesn't your father have tools?"

    "My dad?" Kristen laughed.  "Actually, we have a tool
shed, but he doesn't use it."

    "Think you can find bolt cutters?" I asked.

    "Not until June gets her ass fucked."

    "June told me the first time I was with her that she
doesn't do that."

    "I think June is telling you differently now," Merry said.

    "Why is June doing this if Jim suggested it for her
mother?" Lynette asked.

    "June wants to be punished for having Jim get angry at
her."

    "Ooh!  I'm definitely next!" Lynette said happily.  "I
angered Jim, too."

    "If he cuts the cuffs, you won't be able to do it
properly, and Mom said they were about a hundred dollars when
she purchased both pairs."

    I couldn't believe this situation.  I went into the
bedroom and called June's mother and asked her to come over
and bring the keys to the handcuffs.

    "The keys?" Mrs. Rodgers asked.

    "Yes.  To the handcuffs."

    "Bring them to your apartment?"

    "June's cuffed herself.  I'd like to uncuff her."

    There was a long pause, and finally Mrs. Rodgers said, "I
guess."

    I hung up the phone, wondering why Mrs. Rodgers would be
hesitant to help her daughter.

    "I've called for the keys."

    "You called my mom?" June asked.

    "Yeah."

    "And she's coming here?"

    "That's the point."

    June started laughing.

    Why didn't I get the jokes?  "What's so fucking funny?"

    "Kristen, did you get a picture of Jim's face when he saw
me?"

    "Unfortunately, no," Kristen said.

    "Get ready, Kris, I am not able to see him with this hood
on."

    "Why?" I asked.

    June started laughing again.  "Do you remember how you
asked my mother to come over here the next time?"

    Oh, shit!

    Kristen got two pictures of me with my mouth open in
surprise.

    Lynette took the tube of KY jelly that Kristen put down
on a cocktail table.  "Want me to lube June up?"

    "Most certainly not!"

    Lynette squinted.  "I've done anal before, and I don't
recommend doing her first time dry.  She seems to be pretty
lubricated in the other area, though.  It might be enough."

    "I squirt when I orgasm," June suggested.

    "I remember!" Lynette said, and approached the black
cheerleader and started to caress her cunt lips.

    "Stop that!" I said, amazed that Lynette would actually
be doing this in front of Merry.

    "Please, Mr. Big?" Lynette asked.

    "Mr. Big?" Merry asked.

    "She's Pussy Slave, and calls Kristen Mistress and Jim
Mr. Big!" June informed Merry.

    "How kinky!" Merry said, smiling, and watching Lynette
fondle June.

    "Are you going to fuck her ass, or will I have to get one
of Camille's toys that she left here?" Kristen asked.

    "Toys?" Merry asked.

    "Camille left us her largest double-ended dildo," Lynette
said.  "Kristen and I were going to try it out."

    This was too much information.  "Kristen, take Merry
downstairs."

    "I'm not Pussy Slave," Kristen said.  "You've always told
me that I'm allowed to participate in anything you do, Jim."

    "Lynette... Pussy Slave, take Merry downstairs!"

    Lynette turned to Kristen, who nodded.  "Yes, Mr. Big."

    Lynette took Merry, and handed the tube back to Kristen
before she left.

    Kristen resumed fondling June.

    "If you don't give June what she wants, Jim, you're
sleeping in the spare bedroom, and the five of us women will
take the master bedroom."

    "Five?  You're including Merry?"

    "June's mom, too."

    "No." I said, my voice final.  "I don't want Merry doing
girls."

    "How about if girls do Merry?" Kristen asked.

    "Huh?"

    "Merry's already given consent, Jim.  Lynette knows that.
Which room downstairs do you think they're going to?"

    "NO!" I shouted.  I made a dash for the door.

    "Stop!" Kristen demanded.  "If you don't do this for
June, you'll regret it."

    "Are you threatening me?"

    "Yes."

    I took a deep breath.  "All right.  June's given her
consent, since she set herself up like this.  However, I
didn't give consent for anal sex.  What about my feelings?"

    Kristen and I locked eyes for a couple of silent minutes.

    I was about to go downstairs to see if I could stave off
Lynette and Merry when the intercom buzzed.  "Some woman who
identifies herself as Ass Whore is at the gate.  I assume
she's one of your guests."

    I sighed.  "Let her in."

* * *

    A completely nude Mrs. Rodgers was in the apartment a
minute later.

    "Did it hurt, honey?" Mrs. Rodgers asked.

    "He didn't start yet."

    "Oh."

    "You now have two problems, if you ignore Lynette, who
just said she has experience," Kristen pointed out.

    "Hello, Miss Swift," Mrs. Rodgers said, a bit of
embarrassment in her voice.

    "If you are Ass Whore, the house rules are that you call
me Mistress.  You call my boyfriend one of two names.  I
would suggest Master, as Cunt Whore does, as Pussy Slave's
name might be a bit... worrisome."

    "Pussy Slave?"

    "Lynette Robbins, head cheerleader last year," June said.

    "Do you have a thing for cheerleaders?" Mrs. Rodgers
asked.

    "The cheerleaders have a thing for my Master, Mom."

    "Ass Whore," Kristen corrected.

    "Sorry," June said.

    I sighed.  This had to be an X-rated version of _Twilight
Zone_.

    "You look confused, Master," Mrs. Rodgers said.

    "This is totally unreal!"

    "You are the one that suggested this.  This isn't your
scene?"

    "Actually, no.  I only said that to scare you."

    "It worked."

    Kristen laughed.  "You're here now, Ass Whore."

    "I realized how much June... Cum Whore's... muscles will
probably..."

    "Cunt Whore," Kristen corrected.

    "Cunt Whore's muscles will probably be aching by now."

    "It isn't easy, actually," June said.

    "Please unlock her," I begged, hoping that somebody would
show an ounce of intelligence.

    "No, Master!" June said.

    Mrs. Rodgers looked confused.

    "If you won't fuck my ass, then I demand some other
punishment like this.  This is a good position for a
spanking."

    I didn't think a spanking would be so bad, but I couldn't
do that in front of her mother.  Mrs. Rodgers seemed to have
come to terms with her daughter's unconventional relationship
with Kristen and me, and wasn't a bad person really.  Abusing
her daughter, even a spanking, would still be crossing a line
that I didn't want to cross.

    Kristen decided to let me off the hook.

    "Cunt Whore, how many spankings?  Ten?"

    "Ten sounds good," June agreed.

    "Pick your tormentor, Cunt Whore.  Mistress, Ass Whore,
or Pussy Slave."

    "Not Master?" June sounded disappointed.

    "Let's not bully him."

    "Pussy Slave, then."

    "All right.  Ass Whore, Pussy Slave is downstairs.
She's... busy.  Tell her to come upstairs and you can take
her place there."

    "What's she doing?" Mrs. Rodgers asked.

    "You'll find out soon enough," Kristen answered.  "Get to
it."

    I watched June's mother leave and I asked, "Why Lynette?"

    "She won't hold back," June answered.  "I've been spanked
by her before."

    "Really?"

    "Do you think all cheerleader initiations are as tame as
the one we did for you?"

    That surprised me.  "For me?"

    "Camille said you have a soft spot not just in your
heart, but in your entire being.  We gave Sherry the real
initiation later on that day."

    I was learning new things every day.

    "Ass Whore said I was to administer spankings?" Lynette
said, entering the apartment.

    "Yes," Kristen said.

    "That's my Mom," June said.

    "I recognized her, and I remember you said what her name
here is," Lynette said.  "Ruler or brush?"

    "Bare hands," I said.

    "How many?"

    "Ten."

    "Kristen, can you come over here and help.  When I hit
her, she's going to fall toward the wall.  If you put your
body between hers and the wall..."

    "Good idea," Kristen said.  "And I'm Mistress!"

    "Sorry."

    Kristen got into position.  It was a tight fit.

    Even though I wasn't administering the spankings, it was
difficult to watch June being spanked.  I'm glad that Kristen
sent June's mother downstairs.  Lynette wasn't cruel, but her
experience showed.  There was no hesitation and no attempt to
make it too soft.

    After the spanking, June said, "Thank you Pussy Slave!"
There were tears in her eyes, but she wasn't really crying.

    Kristen pointed to the table where June's mother placed
the keys, and Lynette quickly unlatched June.  Kristen helped
June get up.  Her muscles seemed to be a bit sore from
maintaining her position for so long.

    As soon as she could, June ran to me and hugged me so
tightly.  I was almost sad that I hadn't ass fucked her.  I
even wimped out on spanking her.  This didn't seem to matter
to June, who couldn't get enough of her body pressed against
me.

    Kristen said, "Take the master bedroom, Jim."

    "What about you and Lynette?" I asked.

    "Merry might need a bit more cleaning up."

    Before I could object, Kristen and Lynette simply left
the apartment.  I felt June start to tug me toward the master
bedroom.

    "I thought you were no longer Cunt Whore," I said, gently.

    "Only when I want to get punished."

    "Oh."

    "Promise me something, Jim."

    "Anything," I said.

    "I want that ass fucking, and I want it from you.  There
is no way that I'll ever take Archy there, he's too big.  If
you don't, then I'll feel as if my sex life will never be
complete, because once Archy takes my virginity, I will never
be with another man or woman again."

    "Don't make promises your body can't keep.  I promised to
love only Kristen, and look at me now."

    "I don't think we'll have the problems or opportunities
that you and Kris have."

    "I love you, June."

    "I know, Jim.  I love you, too."

    "It may take me some time, but I promise to take you the
way you just requested.  Let me work it out.  Lynette said
she was experienced with anal.  If she agrees, let me try
first with her, all right?"

    "Oh, Jim!  If you do Lynette, then I know you'll have no
reason to refuse me!"

    I hadn't thought of it that way.

    I brought June to four orgasms that afternoon, and June
sucked me dry with one of her mind blowing blow jobs.

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