At midnight, Merry and I kissed.
The kiss wasn’t the chaste kiss that I expected. I was surprised to feel Merry’s tongue squirm at my lips, which parted automatically before I realized that I was kissing my own step-sister. I opened my eyes in surprise, and saw Merry’s eyes still closed. I decided to allow her this special kiss… our first one for 1975. I moved my tongue into Merry’s mouth in response, and our kiss lasted almost a minute.
When our lips parted, I saw that Merry was breathing quite heavy. “Thank you, Jim,” Merry said, and then she sprinted upstairs.
I realized that the kiss left me with a small erection. I briefly considered taking care of it, but I remembered that I made a bit of a promise to myself to save my sperm for the lovely blonde Goddess that was due to arrive in just half a day. I knew that when I went a day or so without Kristen, my production of semen seemed to increase. I was hoping that a week without any sexual activity would give Kristen a special “bonus.”
Smiling at the thought that I would be seeing the lovely Kristen soon, I turned off the television and was about to go upstairs when the telephone rang.
I figured that it was my parents, making sure that Merry and I were both safe and secure in our home and I cheerfully answered, “Happy New Year!”
“Hi, Lover!”
It was Kristen! I smiled, even though Kristen couldn’t see me. “Hey, Kris! Where are you?”
“At the lobby of a hotel here in New York. Times Square was a riot!”
“You were at Times Square? There were pictures on TV. I didn’t notice you in the crowds.”
“About fifty million other tourists were here also!” Kristen exaggerated.
I laughed. “Happy New Year, Kristen!”
“Is Patty with you?”
That was a strange question. “No. Just Merry and me. I was Merry’s first kiss of the new year.”
“Way to go, stud!”
I figured that I would tell Kristen the entire story later. “Want to speak to Shortcake?”
“No,” Kristen replied. “I can talk with her later. I just wanted to hear your voice again. I miss you something fierce.”
“I miss you, too,” I assured Kristen.
“Happy new year, Jim! Give my love to Merry!”
“All right.”
As I hung up the phone, I smiled. One thing that I loved about 1974 was that it was the year that Kristen and I started going together. It was a year that was now forever stamped indelibly in my memory. I felt a bit of sadness that the year was over, but 1975 was starting off very nicely for me.
In retrospect, one of the things that didn’t occur to me at that moment was that 1974 was also the year that I found the Lucky Tickets.
I turned out the light in the hallway, and noticed that the lights were already out in Merry’s room. I walked quietly past her door when I heard noises inside Merry’s room. I froze, not knowing why I was being so quiet, when I realized that I recognized those noises. They were the same sounds that Kristen sometimes makes when we play around together.
I blushed in the darkness when I made that realization. Merry was really growing up. I wondered what lucky boy was the object of Merry’s passionate dreams. I started to tiptoe toward my own room when I heard Merry murmur, “Jim! Jim!” and then a cry that was suddenly smothered, as if Merry pulled a pillow over her face.
My mind fantasized Merry’s lovely nude body racked in orgasm as I continued into my room.
My erection, which started when Merry kissed me, was now as hard as steel. It wasn’t lost on me that Merry called out my name before reaching her orgasm. Yes, my name is a common one, but somehow, I knew from our earlier conversation that it most likely wasn’t anybody else.
Despite the fact that Merry was young and was also my step-sister, my mind didn’t have a problem conjuring up an image of her in bed, writhing in ecstasy, with her fingers between her legs. I saw a few girls masturbate in front of me, most recently Kristen, who actually seemed to get a thrill of seeing my dick get hard as she tantalized herself in a lewd manner, and the image of Kristen’s wanton behavior morphed into Merry and her still not quite completely developed body.
It wasn’t easy for me to not relieve the pressure. I heard a few more faint cries from Merry’s room, which only added to my torment. It took a while before I fell into a fitful sleep.
When I woke up, I found myself thinking of Merry once again. I didn’t know if I should tell Kristen about what Merry did. After all, Merry was entitled to her privacy. I did know that if Merry harbored a secret desire for me, then I’d have to act carefully.
If Kristen knew about Merry’s desire, how would she react? Kristen was a jealous person, and revealing Merry’s apparent infatuation with me could just set her off, but that was doubtful. Kristen seemed to love my sister almost as much as I did. In addition, I knew that Kristen never seemed to complain about the sexual relationship I shared with Patty, which started before I knew Kristen and lasted well into our relationship; Kristen even joined Patty on a few occasions. Kristen had a sexual relationship with her adopted brother, so she might understand it with Merry and me.
However, there was one thing that was different. There was no fucking way that a relationship between Merry and myself would ever happen. I didn’t love Merry that way, nor would I take advantage of her obvious crush on me.
I decided to watch Merry for a while and see if I could fix this up, if necessary, on my own. Like I promised myself with my mother, those damned tickets wouldn’t be the way I’d deal with Merry, either.
My parents arrived with Kristen at about two o’clock. They gushed about the room, actually a suite, that Kristen provided for them at the hotel.
Kristen brought some souvenirs and gifts back with her from Innsbruck, where she stayed, and there were gifts for everybody. She gave my parents a lovely cuckoo clock, and she gave Merry a matched set of earrings, necklace and ring made from Austrian crystal. The only person that seemed to be forgotten was me. Kristen didn’t have anything for me in her bag of presents.
I invited Kristen upstairs, and she immediately accepted. Once in my room, she undid my pants with a hungry look on her face. I was already hard, and she knelt down and licked my shaft. Kristen swooned and then, to my surprise, she started pulling my boxer shorts back up.
“I needed that,” Kristen said. “I found a candy shop in Innsbruck that made me some peanut clusters, but they’ll never taste as good to me as you do. The important thing is that I don’t want to make love to you because I need to; I prefer doing it because I want to, and I would like to do it later, all right?”
This was one of the rare times that Kristen left me high and dry. After hearing her explanation, I didn’t mind very much, although my dick was lodging a number of complaints.
“I have a present for you, but I would like to wait to show it to you. All right?”
I smiled. Of course Kristen didn’t forget me! “Whatever you wish, my dear Goddess!”
Kristen actually swooned, and then rushed over to me and kissed me. She pushed me onto my bed and started to dry hump me. Kristen, for her part, didn’t seem to be wearing any sort of lingerie. I didn’t feel any bra straps underneath her dress. The thought of her traveling from Chicago with my parents without wearing panties or a bra made me a bit hornier.
Kristen and I kissed for about five minutes, during which time my observation of Kristen’s lack of underwear was confirmed, and my dick’s ever-rigid condition was strained to the taxing point.