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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 28--Getting Even

        Hey have you ever tried,
        Really reaching out for the other side?
        I may be climbing on rainbows,
        But baby here goes...
        Dreams are for those who sleep.
        Life is for us to keep.
        But if you're wondering what this song is leading to...
        I want to make it with you!
                -- Make It With You (Bread)


    My mother was delighted to see me when Patty dropped me
off on her way to work.  "Hi, Jim!  What's the occasion?"

    "I've been neglecting my family too long," I said, giving
my mother a warm kiss on her cheek.

    "Jim!" Merry said, running down the stairs to find out
what the commotion was about.

    "Hi, Merry!" I said, genuinely glad to see my sister.

    "I had tryouts the other day!"

    "I heard.  How did you do?" I asked, not telling her that
I already knew that she made the squad.

    "It wasn't easy.  June and Lynette tried to help me, and
Sherry even tried to help as well, but I still can't do the
flips like Sherry does."

    I nodded.  "Sherry is a bit exceptional at that."

    "They said you needed to be special to get in as a
sophomore.  Sherry and Camille both made it.  I think maybe
Lynette did, too, but she never talks about things like that.
I'm not as good as they are."

    "They are all older than you are, but if my vote counts,
you are indeed something special."

    "They all speak about you, Jim," Merry said.  "The
cheerleaders, I mean."

    I laughed.  "I know they do.  Just don't repeat their
stories to me."

    Merry laughed back at me.  "June and Lynette already told
me that," she explained.

    "Is my bicycle still in the shed?" I asked.

    "Are you leaving already?" Merry asked, her voice full of
disappointment.

    "I was thinking of taking a ride to the mall.  I thought
I might want to hang out with my somebody special."

    "Kristen?  Why wouldn't she pick you up?"

    "I was talking about you, Merry.  Want to bike to the
mall?"

    "Shit yes!" Merry shouted, and then she put her hand over
her mouth.

    I looked into the kitchen where my mother was sitting.  I
saw by her amused expression that she heard Merry but she
didn't say anything.  I think Merry's occasional colorful
outbursts amused her as much as they amused me.

    "You'll need to ask Mom, Miss Potty Mouth."

    Merry stuck her tongue out at me, giggled, and then ran
into the kitchen to ask for permission to ride to the mall.
She was given permission.

    "Jim, will you be taking Merry to lunch as well?" my
mother asked.

    "Vaughn's is nearby.  I have some cash."

    Giving me her most motherly look, Mom said, "Be careful,
you two."

    I kissed my mother and assured her, "I always try."

* * *

    At the mall, we just walked around.  Merry and I talked
about everything and at the same time, we talked about
nothing.  She told me how excited she was to be entering high
school and even possibly becoming a cheerleader, although she
was feeling quite sure that she hadn't made it.

    "So, where's Kristen?" Merry asked.

    "Back at the apartment.  I figured that I don't visit
home enough."

    "You're not home right now," Merry pointed out.

    "I'm with my sister, which is home for me."

    Merry looked at me sharply.  "Sister?"

    Once again, I was surprised that Merry caught that word,
just as Lynette did.  Luckily, I did have some time to think
about it since Lynette and I had that discussion.

    "Merry, you know why I don't call your father 'Dad.' That
word is associated with a lot of bad memories for me, just
like "father" and anything like it.  With you, however, there
is no reason to call you anything other than my sister.  I
think when we first met, I was... how old was I?  Eight or
nine?  Anyway, I guess I felt a need to differentiate my
stuff from your stuff--you know, my toys, my instruments, my
room.  I think calling you my step-sister was a way of
reminding myself that you weren't really my sister."

    "I never understood why you always called me that," Merry
said softly.  "I just sort of got used to it.  Then you
started calling me 'Shortcake,' which bothered me at first,
because you and Jack used to call me 'runt,' but I noticed
that you never called me 'Shortcake' except when it was the
two of us, and you never said it nasty.  After a while, I
realized I liked that name.  Patty told me that you call me
that because you like me."

    "Patty said that?" I asked.  "When?"

    "One of the times we talked while you were in the
bathroom back when she visited you in the morning.  She said
you really like me and that name was your way of making me
special... you don't call anybody else that name."

    Hmm.  I hadn't known that Patty and Merry had talked
about me back then.  I wonder what else they talked about
that I didn't know.  I didn't want to get off the track,
though.  I said, "In the past few weeks, I've seen you at the
apartment a lot, and I'm realizing that you are growing up,"
I said, smiling at my sister.  "I never had any complaints
about you--we were always best friends."

    "I know," Merry said.  She found a bench and sat down,
nudging me to sit next to her.  "I felt the same about you."

    "So," I said, smiling at Merry, "unless you prefer me to
call you something else, I think I'm going to think of you as
my sister."

    Merry's reaction was to pull me down and hug me.  "I love
you, bro!"

    "I love you, sis!  I think we shouldn't get Mom nervous,
though.  Can I keep calling you Shortcake at home?"

    "I told you, I love that name now, Jim!" Merry giggled.

    We continued looking around the mall.  The closeness that
the two of us shared was something that I had been missing in
the months since I'd been living with Kristen.  June had been
right, after all.

* * *

    Jackie "accidentally" bumped into us at eleven o'clock
near the food court.

    "Hey, Oogie... Merry!  Fancy meeting you here."

    The two of us said hello back.

    "Merry, can I talk to you in private?" Jackie asked.

    "I have no secrets from my bro," Merry answered.

    Jackie smiled.  "You'll need to give your sizes to Mrs.
D. You'll need to get a uniform."

    "You mean...?" Merry said, her excitement building.

    "Welcome to the squad, Merry!" Jackie said.

    Merry hugged Jackie very hard.  "I got in?"

    "You're the only sophomore so far this year!" Jackie
smiled.  "Even I had to wait until mid-season as a junior to
make it in.  Congratulations!"

    "Jim!  I got on the squad!" Merry squealed.

    "That's great, sis!" I said, hugging my sister.

    Jackie turned to me.  "Can you give me a few minutes with
Merry?  Squad talk."

    "No problem," I said.  "I'm going to the candy store over
there to get something for Kris."

    Jackie nodded and then added, "I'll need to talk with you
privately also, so just give us five minutes."

    "Sure thing, Jackie."

    I went to the candy store, and purchased a pint-sized
clear plastic container of freshly made chocolate covered
peanuts.  Kristen apologized to me, and this was my way of
telling her that I forgave her.

    There were still a few more minutes to kill, so I did
some window shopping until I noticed that Merry and Jackie
got up from the bench that they were sitting on, which I
guessed was a signal for me that it was safe to return.

    Merry made herself scarce as I went to talk with Jackie.
Jackie and I sat back down on the bench.

    "Jim, I need to apologize for last night."

    "You didn't do anything wrong."

    "You don't understand," Jackie said.  "I've lived in
Camille's shadow for a long time.  She became a cheerleader
in tenth grade, and it took me until mid-season last year to
get on the squad.  Kristen and you are sort of a legend, and
Camille, Lynette, and even June seem to be part of it.  I
think I was a bit jealous."

    I nodded.  What Jackie told me made sense.

    "When Kristen ran into your room and started yelling, I
got scared," Jackie said.  "I thought I did something wrong.
When Kris came out of the room, however, she looked
completely destroyed.  What happened in there?"

    I sighed.  "I'm sorry you got in the middle of that,
Jackie.  Nobody blames you for what happened, and nobody is
holding anything against you."

    "But what happened?" Jackie asked.

    "That's a private matter, Jackie."

    Jackie stared at me for a few minutes, and must have
decided that I wouldn't budge on this issue.  Switching
tracks, Jackie said, "I'm sorry if I tried to..."

    "I said, nobody blames you, Jackie.  You did nothing
wrong."

    "You're really not mad at me?" Jackie asked.

    "Come back over in a couple of days, Jackie."

    "Really?"

    "I mean it, but before you come, I'll have Kristen call
you to let you know that it's all right with both of us."

    "Thanks, Jim."

    "Did you give Merry the secret handshake and everything?"
I asked, changing the subject.

    "We've found it prudent in the past not to tell the new
people about the initiation unless they are alone."

    "I'm cool with that."

    Jackie asked, in a conspiratorial whisper, "Are you going
to set up another recording session for Kristen on the first
day of school?"

    I laughed.  "I've already done that once.  I can't
continue to try to outdo the stuff I did last year.  It would
make things impossible very quickly.  Besides, Kris will be
at college."

    Jackie looked disappointed.  "Well, whatever you do,
we're behind you."

    I looked around, and saw Merry looking over at us from
the other side of the food court.  I got up, and Jackie
followed me.  I kissed Jackie as Merry approached us.  "I'm
really not angry with you, Jackie."

* * *

    As we walked toward the area where our bikes were locked,
Merry finally got up the nerve to ask me her question.

    "Jim?" Merry asked, a bit nervously.

    "Yeah, sis?"

    "I've been told there's going to be an initiation, and I
need to bring a boyfriend."

    "Who will you bring?" I asked.  "Jack Williams?"

    Despite her nervousness, Merry burst out laughing.  Jack
and Merry never really got along.  "I don't have a
boyfriend," Merry finally admitted.

    "I told you on New Year's, any boy would be proud to have
you as their girlfriend."

    "Some of my friends date, but none of the boys that asked
me were... mature enough."

    I didn't want to torture my sister too much.  "Maybe I
could ask Jackie if the squad would allow you to bring your
brother?"

    "She said I could bring anybody," Merry said quickly.

    "Did you want me to attend?" I asked her.

    "Could you?  I could tell Mom..."

    "Just tell her you're with me," I suggested.  "I don't
think Mom will mind if I'm there, but your dad will probably
have a fit if he hears that you're attending a cheerleader
initiation."

    Merry once again threw her arms around me, and kissed my
cheek.  "Thank you, Jim!"

    "No problem, sis."

* * *

    Merry and I ate lunch at Vaughn's, and Merry wouldn't
consider any dessert, let alone the Belly Buster.  We talked
a lot together.  Merry told me about her friends, and she
again talked about her hopes and expectations about attending
high school.

    Although I didn't want to disappoint her too much, I
tried to reset her expectations so that they weren't too high.

    When we got back home, Mom gave me a warm smile.  "Will
you be having dinner with us?  I'm making roast beef."

    "I'm not sure.  I think I need to give Kristen a call."

    "No problem, Jim.  We'll have plenty enough for
leftovers, so you and even Kristen won't be a bother."

    "Let me call her first."

    "Is there something wrong between the two of you?" Mom
asked.

    I shook my head.  "Kris needed to spend some private time
without me, and I haven't been coming over as much as I want.
I miss my sister, the house..."

    "Sister?" Mom asked, surprised.  Just like Lynette and
Merry, my mother noticed the wording change as well.  Was I
that fucking obvious?

    "Don't make a big deal out of it, Mom.  Merry and I
talked, and I decided that always referring to her as my
step-sister didn't make sense.  She's always wanted a
brother, and I've always wanted a sister."

    My mother smiled at me.  "I'm glad things are working out
with the two of you."

    "You don't mind if I borrow Merry next weekend, will you?"

    "Borrow?"

    "Kristen and I will pick her up, and we'll take her to
lunch and dinner.  I really want to spend more time with
Merry, since we'll be going to the same school in a few
weeks."

    "I've let her stay over before, Jim.  Why the personal
request?"

    I sighed.  "I have a music studio at the apartment, as
well as a pool table.  Merry's all worked up about what high
school will entail, and Kris and I want to talk with her so
that she doesn't get too disappointed.  Merry likes hearing
me play, and I only have the upright here.  Kris is going to
get me a mixer to go with my multi-track recorder so I can
make professional sounding demos."

    "Really?" Mom asked, impressed.

    "I also want to get a few friends together and put
together an ensemble.  Gerry said he can get me an audition
for a weekly gig at Puppy Dawg's."

    "You're too young to go to Puppy Dawg's," Mom pointed out.

    "Too young to drink, but not too young to perform.  You
know how I feel about drinking."

    My mother nodded.  "Who do you have lined up for your
ensemble?"

    "Sam, Roy, Stacy, Bill, myself, Kristen, Amy, and Derek,"
I said.  "I haven't gotten in touch with all of them, but I
think we'd make a killer band."

    "How much money a week?" Mom asked, always the stickler
for details.

    "Gerry makes a hundred fifty, and his best stuff consists
of songs that I arranged for him.  I was thinking of using
the venue to record us all together, so we can make live
demos for the record companies."

    "Well, be careful, Jim," Mom said.  "I know I don't have
to tell you this, but beware.  The music industry isn't easy
to get into, and it's also difficult to get out when you're
big.  Charley Swift told me at Kristen's birthday party that
she used to perform, so you might want to get her perspective
and advice on this."

    "Great idea, Mom!"

    Mom beamed.

    Smiling, I added, "Let me give Kristen a call."

    I went into the den, and felt strange using the phone.
At the apartment, there was never a time limit to deal with,
but at my parents' house, I needed to abide by their rules,
which meant ten minutes maximum.

    I dialed the private number that connected me directly to
the apartment.

    "Lynette's House of Torture," Lynette announced.

    "Cool name!  Can we get a neon sign?" I giggled.

    "No," Lynette said loudly.  "Kristen is tied up and
gagged right now.  Can I take a message?"

    "Are you playing right now?"

    "Yes."

    "I take it that Kristen is listening."

    "Jim isn't here.  He gave Kristen to me to bring her in
line."

    I giggled, wondering what was going through Kristen's
mind right now.

    Lynette paused a bit before continuing her charade.  "The
services for Pussy Slave for the entire football team?"

    My eyes widened as I laughed.

    Another pause, and then, "I've retired from the Pussy
Slave business, but I have a replacement.  Do you think the
team would mind a different blonde?"

    I let Lynette play her silly game.

    Yet another pause and then, "No, she hasn't done anal, I
think.  I do have a toy that Cammy left us that I could use
to loosen her up for you."

    "You wouldn't, Lynette!" I said.

    "No," Lynette said, answering me.  There was another
pause and then, "I don't know if she's taken guys in her cunt
and mouth at the same time.  I think she'd be willing to
learn, though."

    "Is she squirming, Lynette?" I asked.

    Lynette again incorporated her answer within her charade:
"Yes, she is.  Each guy will have to pay twenty five cents
per trick."

    I heard muffled moans in the background behind Lynette.

    "Twenty five dollars?  That would be a hundred tricks!  I
don't know if she could take it... Oh... That sounds
interesting, but you'd have to provide your own horse!"

    "When should I come back, Lynette?"

    "You want a test drive?" Lynette asked, still in
character.  "It will still be twenty five cents per trick.
I'd have to pick you up, since nobody but me can get past the
security gate without Kristen or Jim's verbal OK.  May I pick
you up?"

    "Certainly, Lynette.  My mom invited Kris and me for
roast beef.  It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to add
another one--Merry and I can put in a leaf in the table."

    "That sounds divine!" Lynette answered.  "What time?"

    "We eat at six."

    "I can certainly be there in a few minutes.  I'll have
the new Pussy Slave waiting for you."

    Lynette hung up the phone, and I laughed hysterically.

    Merry came into the den.  "What's so funny?"

    "Lynette's playing a joke on Kristen, and it's so cool!"

    "Ooh!  Can you tell me?" Merry asked.

    "Sorry, sis.  This is one Oogie Story that I won't be
sharing."

    "Aww," Merry said, disappointed.

    "I think you need to call Sherry and June and thank them
for their help, huh?"

    "Ooh, good idea."

    "Lynette's on her way over here to pick me up.  You can
thank her in person."

    "Great!"

    I went to the living room, where Mom and my step-father
were watching television.

    "Mom, Kristen and I have Lynette with us, so would it be
possible to include her for dinner as well?"

    "There's enough meat, but I might have to make more
mashed potatoes."

    "I'll help, Mommy!" Merry offered.  "Jim can help me put
in the leaf."

    Mom laughed and looked at her husband.  He nodded his
approval, and Mom said, "Fine, Jim.  I'll have Merry help
make some more salad as well."

* * *

    I let Merry answer the door when Lynette rang the bell.

    "Lynette!  I made the squad!  Thanks so much for all your
help.  I couldn't have done it without you."

    "Jackie told you that you're on the squad?" Lynette
asked, a bit surprised.

    "Jim and I saw her at the mall and she gave me the good
news!"

    "I'm proud of you, even if you did tell somebody that you
think of me as 'Coach Bitch!'"

    "I didn't mean..." Merry said, reddening.

    Lynette laughed.  "I don't mind, Merry.  Sometimes I
needed to be tough on you in order to get you in shape in
time.  Did Jackie tell you your score?"

    "Eight out of ten.  She didn't explain the point totals,
though."

    "That's impressive for a sophomore," Lynette said.  "I
bet you got two-four-two."

    "Huh?" I asked.

    "Two for being sponsored, four for routine, and two for
difficulty," Lynette explained to me.  "Merry started at
two-three-one to my way of thinking, and after working with
me, I decided that she probably improved one point each in
the routine and difficulty."

    Having the former squad captain as a coach was obviously
very helpful for Merry.

    "Thank you!" Merry said, really impressed in Lynette's
analysis.

    "You did the work, Merry.  You deserved every point you
got."

    "Thanks, anyway!"

    "You're welcome, Merry," Lynette said.  "I need to borrow
Jim, but I told him we'll be back for dinner in an hour or
so."

    "Jim told us!"

    "I'll see you later on.  OK, sis?" I asked my sister.

    "OK."

    I kissed my sister on the cheek, and Lynette did the same
as well.  The two of us left and drove back to the apartment.

    "I bet Kristen is scared shitless," I said on the drive
back.

    "I may have laid it on a bit thick on the phone."

    "I was laughing my ass off," I said.  "Jackie apologized,
by the way."

    "Jackie has an inferiority complex about her cousin,"
Lynette remarked.  "She may have unwittingly put Kristen up
to what she did last night."

    I nodded.  "Jackie and I talked.  She said she's sorry."

    "You know that I can't hate Kristen, Jim."

    "It's one of the reasons that I love you," I said.

    "I'm not just a convenient ass fuck?" Lynette said,
smiling.

    "You're very convenient," I said.

    "It was the only time I achieved orgasm when a guy was
back there."

    "Camille and I discussed ass fucking one night we were
together when Kris was asleep.  She said that ass fucking
does little physically to stimulate the recipient, and said
that a girl should not be too embarrassed to frig herself
during the act."

    "Cammy told me that, too," Lynette said.  "I never felt
comfortable about doing that with other guys.  I would have
done it with you, though, because I wanted to enjoy it with
you, but when you did it for me, it was much better."

    "I love you, Lynette."

    "I love you, Oogie."

    I decided that I needed to find a good pet name for
Lynette.  "Do you forgive Kristen?" I asked.

    "I can't hate her.  It was hard for me to even do that to
her over the phone, but whenever I felt uneasy, I'd think
about her happily ordering me to eat June, or to suck you, or
any of the other things she made me do.  I would do anything
for her if she asks, but the terms I agreed to were that she
gave orders, not just ask."

    I nodded.

    "I don't want to be her slave anymore, Jim," Lynette
said.  "I want to be her lover."

    "I know.  This was brewing for a while, wasn't it?" I
asked.

    "It would have come to a head sooner or later," Lynette
said wistfully.  "I figured it could last until I left for
New York, but now I'm staying in Illinois."

    "June retired as 'Cunt Whore' before Kristen knew it.
June always thought of it as a game, though, and let Kris
play.  June loves being ordered, though, so it's different
with her."

    "I don't mind playing games, Jim," Lynette said
seriously, "but love isn't a game."

* * *

    Lynette led me into the apartment.  Kristen was
handcuffed to herself in the infamous "Ass Whore" hooks in
the floor of the living room.  A black hood was over her head.

    I almost chuckled at the image, but I knew that Kristen
knew me very well, and that would give my identity away.  I
pointed to my watch and mouthed "How long?"

    Lynette held up both hands and flashed them twice,
indicating twenty minutes.

    Lynette next moved between Kristen's legs, and pulled
something out of her cunt.  I heard a buzzing and realized
that all the time that Lynette was gone, Kristen had an
active vibrator inside her.  "I see that she hasn't dropped
this," Lynette announced.  "Think we should get her ready for
anal?"

    Lynette touched the buzzing vibrator on Kristen's exposed
ass pucker.  I could see Kristen shaking her head violently,
but she was unable to do anything to prevent the anal
violation.  Kristen actually froze when Lynette gave the
vibrator a gentle shove down.

    "Don't worry," Lynette mouthed to me when she saw the
alarmed expression on my own face.

    I trusted Lynette.

    Lynette stopped her pressing, and said, "Pussy Slave
seems hesitant.  Do you want to say something?"

    Kristen nodded her head frantically.

    Lynette reached within the black hood and untied
something.  She said, "Spit it out" and Kristen's head
convulsed a couple of times.

    Finally, Kristen said, "Please, Mistress!"

    "Quiet!" Lynette demanded as she slapped her hand on
Kristen's ass loudly.

    Kristen shut up immediately, and Lynette put the wet rags
on a nearby end table.  I moved over and saw that they
weren't rags at all, but panties belonging to Kristen's
favorite collection of exotic lingerie.  Lynette actually
gagged Kristen with her own lingerie!

    "You can answer, 'yes' or 'no,' Pussy Slave.  Any other
words will cause me to reinsert this vibrator into your anal
cavity.  Do you understand?" Lynette moved the still-buzzing
vibrator to Kristen's ear.

    "Yes, Mistress," Kristen said.

    I could hear the distress in Kristen's voice.

    "I have two dollars from this nice young man, here.  He's
indicated that he likes what he sees.  If I allow your ass to
remain virgin, will you spend the night with him, allowing
him to use your body as he sees fit, orally or in your cunt,
and as many times as he wants?" Lynette asked.

    Kristen answered, "No, Mistress."

    Without warning, Lynette paddled Kristen's ass.  "I've
told you the penalty for saying 'no,' Pussy Slave."

    Kristen continued shaking her head.

    "The alternative will be for me to demonstrate that you
have been broken in by my insertion of this vibrator into
your ass as far as I can put it.  Would you prefer that?"

    Kristen continued shaking her head.  She knew what the
penalty would be if she gave voice to her answer.

    "Will you blow the guy that I have brought over?" Lynette
asked.

    Kristen nodded, and realized she was allowed to answer in
the affirmative.  "Yes, Mistress!"

    "Will you let him fuck you?" Lynette asked.

    "I can't prevent him in this position!" Kristen
complained.

    Lynette slapped Kristen's ass again.  "I told you 'yes'
or 'no,' only, Pussy Slave!"

    Kristen shook her head.  She knew that Lynette could have
her fucked easily, but Kristen indicated that she wouldn't be
willing.

    "Excuse me, sir," Lynette said to me.  "Can you give me
that strap over there?" Lynette indicated something that
looked like a white scarf.  She put her finger to her mouth
to tell me not to say anything.

    I handed the scarf to Lynette.

    Kristen was shaking her head violently.

    Lynette pushed the vibrator back into Kristen's cunt, but
left most of it out.  She positioned it so that the back part
of it was touching Kristen's quite erect clit.  She then took
the scarf and wrapped it between Kristen's legs and tied it
above Kristen's ass, the scarf holding the vibrator against
Kristen's most sensitive nubbin.

    "Fuck!" Kristen cried, her voice quavering as the dildo
was resting against her sensitive places.

    Lynette cheerfully slapped Kristen's ass one more time.

    The two of us watched Kristen as she tried in vain to
wiggle to dislodge the vibrator from its secured location.

    "Here's the deal, Pussy Slave.  If the batteries run out,
and they've been running continuously for a half hour, you
win, and I'll tell this gentleman to leave.  However, if you
have an orgasm before the batteries give out, then you will
have to blow this boy.  So now, it's you against your own
body."

    I smiled.  Without my cock or semen in her mouth, Kristen
always found it difficult to achieve orgasm, although that
wasn't always true with other females, I noticed.  Despite
this, Lynette knew what a vibrator strategically placed on a
vagina would do.

    Who would win out?

    Kristen's ass was dancing in the air as she tried,
fruitlessly, to dislodge the tormenting object.

    I watched the scene play out, and finally, Kristen threw
caution to the air.

    "MISTRESS!" Kristen cried out.

    Lynette dutifully slapped Kristen's ass.

    Kristen wouldn't be deterred.  "Give me the guy's cock.
Let me blow him.  Don't make me come; I don't deserve it!"

    This was an interesting turn of events.  I looked at
Lynette, who looked more than a bit surprised.

    I shrugged back at Lynette.

    "All right, Pussy Slave," Lynette said, finally.  "You
suck him, and make him achieve orgasm before you do, and I'll
stop your punishment."

    "Thank you, Mistress!" Kristen said.

    I know that I wasn't the only male that Kristen took to
bed.  Her first partner was Will, and he took her virginity.
I believe that I was Kristen's second and only other male
partner, although I knew that she spent some time with Archy
Jonas during the Senior Weekend last spring.

    This opened up a new twist, though.

    Due to my shortsighted desire for revenge a year back,
Kristen had difficulty reaching orgasm thanks to the Lucky
Tickets.  My wish was that she could only orgasm with my dick
or sperm in her mouth.  Since I made that wish, I did just
about all I could to remove that fixation, but I was only
able to lessen her cravings.  The effect of the wish made it
quite easy for Kristen to come when she was sucking me, and
she put that effect to good use in the past.

    Now, however, Kristen didn't have any idea that I was the
boy in the room with her.  How would Kristen's body react if
her lips touched my dick and she didn't know that it was my
dick?  I never tried to do such an experiment before--it
never even occurred to me that it might help me get an
understanding of the tickets.

    I nodded at Lynette, and unzipped my jeans and stuck my
rigidly erect dick toward Kristen.  I squatted to allow my
dick to get access to Kristen's mouth.

    Lynette pulled Kristen's head up to meet with my cock.
It was only in her mouth for a moment before Kristen pulled
her head away.  "*JIM!*" Kristen screamed, "*I HAD HOPED...
Ahh*..."

    The rest of Kristen's monologue was reduced to
incoherency as she reached orgasm at that very moment.

    Lynette was shocked.  Kristen not only recognized my
cock, but came almost the moment my dick entered her mouth.
She watched Kristen, stunned, as Kristen continued moaning
and writhing her ass in the air.  The sight was hypnotic, and
I found myself transfixed by the vision of Kristen achieving
her ecstasy.

    After a couple of minutes, something told me that
something was wrong.  Kristen's orgasm wasn't subsiding; it
was continuing.

    I turned to Lynette.  "Lynette, untie that scarf!"

    Lynette rushed toward Kristen and removed the scarf that
was attaching the vibrator to Kristen's pussy.  Even without
the vibrator, Kristen's cries were still coming out, and her
ass was still wriggling in the air.

    "Where are the keys?" I asked.

    Lynette got them from the end table and quickly
unfastened Kristen.  I took her in my arms, and held her
against my body.  Kristen was still crying out, her crotch
grinding against my pants leg like a dog humping to get off.

    There were tears in Kristen's eyes, and she was still
voicing gibberish.  Taking out the vibrator hadn't helped.

    "I love you, Kris," I said to my blonde Goddess.

    Kristen continued to convulse.

    I pledged my love to Kristen again and again, always with
no reaction.

    Lynette came over and hugged Kristen as I did at the same
time.  "I love you, Kris," Lynette said.

    Lynette and I repeated this to Kristen, over and over.
After a number of times, Kristen's eyes flew open, and she
wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close.  She was
no longer screaming, but her breathing was still quite rapid.
"Oh, Jim!  Lynette!" she cried.

    Kristen was no longer humping my leg and I noticed her
breathing was starting to come under control.  She moved away
from me and hugged Lynette.

    None of us said anything else; Lynette and I were waiting
for Kristen to come down from her stratospheric high.

    It took about ten minutes for Kristen's breathing and
heart rate to return to normal.  During this time, Kristen
would hug either me or Lynette, switching from one to another
almost at random.  When she was able to talk, she'd whisper
that she truly loved the one she was holding, and apologized.
Lynette and I returned her affection and offered our
forgiveness and our own apology for probably having gone too
far with her punishment.

    Finally, Kristen pulled both Lynette and me into a big
three way hug.  "I'm sorry, you guys."

    "We've already forgiven you, Kris," Lynette said.

    I nodded in agreement.

    "That was a total mind fuck!" Kristen gasped, shuddering
at the memory.

    "Kristen," Lynette said, "I didn't do anything to you
that hasn't already been done to me.  I once had a vibrator
in me for a half hour, and then it was strapped over my clit,
just like I did to you.  What happened to you never happened
to me."

    Kristen nodded.  "You weren't given Jim's penis when that
happened."

    "Huh?" Lynette asked, confused.

    "Put his dick in my mouth, or give me his semen, and I
will come.  It's like an amplifier to me."

    Lynette looked at me, and was surprised when I nodded.
"You get off on just having a guy put his dick in your mouth?
Like that movie, _Deep Throat_?"

    I heard of the movie but never saw it, so I didn't have
any idea what Lynette was saying.  Apparently, neither did
Kristen.

    Lynette explained, "In the movie, the doctor says that
Linda Lovelace's clit is in her throat, so she can only
orgasm by sucking deeply.  Silly plot, actually, but funny in
spots."

    "No. It's not physical," Kristen said.

    "I think it's emotional," I said, trying to come up with
a way to explain Kristen's addiction without having to
explain the Lucky Tickets.

    "That was scary," Lynette said.

    "It was like I couldn't stop coming," Kristen said, her
eyes unfocused.  "Tasting Jim set me off, and all that pent
up stimulation from the vibrator..."

    "How did you know it was Jim?" Lynette asked, her eyes
narrowing.

    "Every girl tastes different," Kristen answered.  "Every
guy does, too."

    "That's true about semen," Lynette replied.  "Not dicks."

    Kristen shook her head.  "I've sucked or licked Jim's
dick nearly every day since we started going together except
for the week I spent in Austria and the two weeks I was in
New England with Camille.  Trust me, Lynette, you can get
familiar with his special taste."

    Lynette seemed mollified, as she was no longer staring at
either of us with suspicion in her eyes.

    The three of us hugged one another, pledging our love for
one another.

    It took an act of stupidity to bring the three of us to
this point.  For the first time in my life, I was glad that
it wasn't entirely me that was responsible for that stupidity.

    Kristen explained that she was attempting to keep me
happy, since it seemed that the more girls that were around
the place, the happier she thought I was.

    I explained that I was only truly happy when Kristen was
with me and when she was happy herself.  I also knew that the
key to Kristen's happiness wasn't just me.  Lynette was a
very big part of it now, as well as Kristen's family.

    While Kristen was in Boston, Lynette and I started to
feel comfortable with each other.  I guess that both of us
originally felt that there was some sort of competition
between us for Kristen's affections before, but seeing how
Kristen's actions affected Lynette, and vice versa, the bond
between Lynette and me actually grew stronger.

    Instead of the three of us forming a narrow triangle with
the two long sides representing Lynette's and my love to and
from Kristen, and the small side representing the love
between Lynette and me, there was now something that more
closely approached an equilateral triangle, thanks to
Lynette's and my blossoming relationship.  Hopefully, over
time, this triangle would become more and more equal between
the three of us.  I knew it wouldn't happen overnight, but we
were on our way there.

* * *

    At dinner, Lynette and Merry were the main focus as the
two girls talked about cheerleading.  Merry's father wasn't
too pleased that his young daughter was on the varsity squad,
but Lynette seemed to mollify him, especially when she
explained that Camille and she instituted the new policy two
years ago to make the squad better and the qualifications
more strenuous.

    "Merry got on the squad because she worked hard for it,
Mr. Cummings," Lynette explained.  "I know she did, because I
coached her.  She didn't let up a bit."

    "I guess," Merry's father allowed.

    Lynette continued.  "I wasn't at the tryouts, but the
girls all knew that it takes talent nowadays to get on the
squad.  Merry got in as the only sophomore.  Camille got in
as a sophomore under the old rules, and I worked real hard to
get in during mid-season in tenth grade.  It wasn't easy,
because talent didn't count for much, then."

    "I thought only Camille and Sherry made it in tenth," I
said.

    "I made it in tenth, too," Lynette said.  "I became
captain the next year, because I showed most of those
pinheads that we could do a heck of a lot better.  I
suggested Sherry to be head cheerleader this year, but she
declined for personal reasons."

    I didn't say anything about Sherry, but I remembered that
June told me that Sherry wasn't the captain of the squad
because she didn't want to be part of Lynette and Camille's
"convenient fuck for the athletic team" duties.

    Lynette smiled at me as she understood that I knew about
Sherry's refusal.  "Anyway," she continued, "I worked hard
with Camille to get the entrance standards count ability
higher than referrals from other squad members, and the team
last year was great, especially when Jim and Camille talked
Sherry into trying out mid-season."

    "You mean that only Camille and I made it as a sophomore
pre-season?" Merry asked.

    "Before Camille got on the squad, the squad refused to
even consider tenth graders."

    "Wow," Merry said, very impressed now.

    "The fact that you're Jim's sister helped, but you would
have gotten the required sponsorship anyway, knowing you,
Merry."

    Merry beamed at me.

    "I'm proud of you, Shortcake!" I grinned.

    "Unless they changed anything, Thursday afternoons are
practices," Lynette pointed out.  "Will you have trouble
getting to and from school before school starts?"

    Merry said, "Jackie told me about the practices on
Tuesdays and Thursdays."

    Lynette smiled.  "Sherry got her way!  I'm happy."

    "Huh?" I asked, confused.

    "If Sherry had her way, she'd have practices every day,
just like the football team.  She's getting there."

    I nodded.

    Lynette shrugged.  "Sherry would make a much better
captain." She sighed, and then said, "Will you need a ride
during the summer, Merry?"

    "Oh, I can ride my bike," Merry said.

    "What if it rains?" my mother asked.

    "Oh!" Merry said, not having expected that question.

    "Practices are held inside the gym when it rains,"
Lynette explained.  "I have a late class on Tuesdays, so I
can't be any help."

    "Me, too," said Kristen.

    Merry looked at me, but I didn't drive, and without
Lynette or Kristen, I didn't have anybody that could drive
her except the limo driver I used, or Harry from the main
house.  Neither of those were really mine to offer.

    Merry noticed my hesitation and then shifted her
attention to my mother.

    "What time, Merry?" my mother asked.

    "Noon on Tuesdays and Thursdays, until four."

    "Four hours?" Lynette asked, pleasantly surprised.

    "Until school starts," Merry said.  "Then it's two until
four thirty."

    "Way to go, Sherry!" Lynette said, happily.  "I have
Thursdays available.  Maybe I'll give Sherry a call to see if
she can use a hand.  I'd love to help out!"

    "I think that I can be around to drive you if the weather
is bad," my mother assured Merry.

    I laughed.  "The Varsity Cheerleading Squad, starring
Sherry and Merry!"

    Everybody at the table laughed at that.

    My mother decided to change the subject.  She turned to
Kristen, who hadn't said much, and said, "Jim says that
you're building him a music studio."

    "It's already built," Kristen said.  "I'm now in the
process of getting equipment.  I got a good second-hand
amplifier for the electric piano.  He needs a mixer and some
other stuff."

    "That sounds expensive," my step-father said.

    Kristen shrugged.  "What's the use of having money if I
can't spend it?  Most of the stuff we're getting is
second-hand.  The beauty is that if we decide to get rid of
it, I already know who the second-hand dealers are."

    My step-father didn't have any response to that.

    "Jim plays beautifully," Lynette said.  This was echoed
by most of the other people at the table, to my embarrassment.

    "I taught him piano at an early age," Mom said.  "He
picked it up quickly, reading music almost before he could
read words."

    I shrugged.  "You make me sound like a child prodigy."

    My mother shrugged as well.  "Your music teacher, Mr.
Proilet, says you are one of the most talented musicians he's
ever met."

    Very embarrassed, I said, "I think he's exaggerating."

    "He most certainly is not," Kristen said, her voice
sounding very stern.  "My mom taught me piano at that age,
too, Jim.  I just never really cared for playing, because she
kept me playing classics like the '_Moonlight Sonata_.' You
have a love of music that transcends anything I've seen.  You
even made my mother sound like a professional musician at my
birthday party!"

    "She was a professional musician when she met your
father," I pointed out.

    "Mom hasn't performed in twenty years!"

    Everybody at the table watched Kristen and I, their faces
fascinated.  I think this was one of the first times we ever
had a minor disagreement in public.

    "Your mother could read music, and I'm pretty sure she
actually sang that song herself at one time," I said.  "Did
you know that the arrangement that Mr. Proilet gave me was an
adaptation of the one that Barry Manilow did for Bette
Midler?"

    "Stop changing the subject!" Kristen said, raising her
voice.  "Can't you admit that you're a great musician?"

    I looked around, and saw that everybody was watching the
two of us.  "OK, Kris.  I'm sorry.  I just don't like it when
people..."

    "I know, honey," Kristen said softly.  She turned to my
mother and said, "I'm sorry for raising my voice.  It just
hurts me when Jim says things like that about himself."

    "I'm sorry I brought it up," my mother said.

    "Please, Mom," I said, "it's not a problem.  I just get
uncomfortable when people tell me how good I am.  Mr. Thurd
used to say it all the time in junior high, and he kept
pushing me, having me learn how to arrange music, how to
write vocal parts, how to do sight transposition.  It was
boring!  I did it just to shut him up."

    Of course, I didn't mention it, but since learning all
those "boring things," I enjoyed music even more.

    Kristen shook her head.  "This year, you were
outstanding.  You dominated all the concerts and the school
musical was fantastic!"

    I finally smiled.  "That's because you were there, Kris."

    That compliment earned me a kiss from my favorite blonde
Goddess.

    I think everybody at the table seemed quite relieved that
our minor disagreement abated.

    "I'm sorry, Jim," Kristen said, quietly.  "I know you
hate hearing Oogie Stories.  You also are uncomfortable when
people say nice things about you.  I think you're sweet."

    Merry's father decided to move the conversation to a
safer subject.  He said, "Lynette, you said you were going to
college locally."

    "I'm attending the community college with Kristen.  We're
both taking business classes, as is Patty Nadal."

    Merry said, "I've been meaning to ask, Lynette.  I heard
you received a scholarship to Hofstra."

    Lynette smiled.  "I received a partial scholarship there,
and one of the professors was thinking about starting a dance
program there.  I discussed it with my parents, who really
couldn't afford the tuition, and with some of my friends.  I
really wanted to major in business, and Kristen convinced me
to tag along with her for a couple of years at the community
college.  It's cheaper and more convenient to where I'm
living."

    "Patty's also taking business courses there," I said.
"She's going to minor in art."

    "I think Kristen has plans for all of us when we get out
of college," Lynette said mischievously.

    "Oh?" Kristen asked, innocently.  "I've got plans?"

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