JiMC - Title - Lucky Tickets

I remembered the flashlight, and turned it on again. It lit up the blankets, but Merry’s breathing continued uninterrupted. I was about to move my head under the covers when it occurred to me that if she hadn’t awakened yet, she probably won’t. She was still following the terms of my wish.

I moved the covers off her. Merry’s body shivered, but her breathing continued its steady rhythm. I could now see her nude body… breasts, pussy, and legs.

My step-sister was beautiful. Her breasts weren’t very large, barely discernible. I had thought that they were bigger, but they looked flat as pancakes on her chest. She had small light-pink aureoles. Her nipples were barely visible as darker pink center spots.

I moved my gaze southward, and saw the folds of her womanhood. If she had any hair down there, it was next to invisible. I simply saw a bunch of folds at the apex of the V at the intersection of her legs.

Her legs were close together, so I didn’t see very much.

But what I was looking at excited me. I found myself touching my cock, moving my finger up and down quickly, giving myself pleasure.

Without thinking, I took my left hand and moved her leg away from the other one. Only after I did that did I realize that I could have awakened her. I nervously looked at her face, but her eyes were still closed, and her breathing was still quite regular.

Emboldened, I moved my right hand from my cock, and pulled her other leg away as well. It appeared that touching Merry wasn’t going to wake her up.

Again, without thinking, I touched her slit, curious as to how it would feel.

This caused Merry’s breath to skip. I looked up at her face, concerned. Her eyes were still peacefully closed, although her face had a slightly different expression. I watched her carefully, and her breathing resumed its steady pace.

I touched her again in the same spot, and Merry’s breath stopped again. Again I pulled my hand away, and her breathing resumed. I wondered if she was sensitive there; I knew for a fact that my cock was pretty sensitive when I touched myself.

My right hand had moved back to my cock, and was rubbing once again. I looked at the sight of my naked step-sister’s crotch, and then at her breasts. My hand was working faster. Before I knew it, I had reached the point of no return.

I had rarely masturbated in my bedroom before, choosing to use the bathroom for that function since it had much better facilities for cleaning up afterwards. But now I was in a quandary. I was going to shoot, and pretty soon. There was no way that I was able to stop rubbing myself.

I finally got an idea and reached down beside the bed where my clothes were. I picked up an item — it turned out to be a T-shirt — and managed to get it to my crotch at the last second. I pumped and pumped into that T-shirt. I was surprised by how much I was squirting; I think it was a new record for me.

After I achieved my release, I looked at Merry again. She was still sleeping, unaware that I had just jacked off in front of her. My T-shirt was a mess, but I figured that I’d take care of that some time in the future. I tossed it underneath my bed for now.

Now that I had my orgasm, I immediately felt guilty. Merry was still laying naked in my bed. I had just shot off a bucketful of semen into my T-shirt. What kind of pervert was I? Looking at his sister (my "step-sister" I reminded myself) and whacking off.

As if to make things worse, I heard the footsteps of my parents coming upstairs!

Would they come into my room and see Merry laying naked in my bed? Would they look in Merry’s room and find her missing?

I held my breath. I heard my parents tip toe down the hallway, past my room. I was still holding my breath when I heard a door open. Was it Merry’s room? The door shut, and I heard nothing.

I realized that I was still holding my breath. I finally let it out, keeping the noise very low in case my parents could hear.

I wasn’t familiar with my parents' bedtime routine. I thought my step-father took a shower at night but wasn’t entirely sure. I figured that my parents would probably be asleep within an hour, but had no way to verify this.

I was fretting over how I was going to get Merry back into her room when it finally hit me — it wasn’t really my problem! If Merry got caught out of her room, it wouldn’t be me that would be in trouble. However, I never really had any desire to get Merry in trouble. She was a nice kid; not a pain like so many other kid sisters that I had seen.

It also occurred to me that she was still naked in my bed. I glanced down towards where she was still laying totally exposed on my bed. My flashlight had long been off and my eyes were once again accustomed to the darkness.

I knew that it would be best if I waited before sending Merry back to her room. And her naked body was beckoning to me.

Now, I would like to state here for the record that my interest in my step-sister was totally academic. I had never seen a naked girl or woman before — I hadn’t even seen any pictures in the girlie magazines! I was curious about what she’d look like underneath her clothes. I admit that I had jerked off while looking at her, but I had absolutely no interest in pursuing any sexual relationship with her. None whatsoever… cross my heart and hope to die. She was my sister, even if not by blood!

But anyway, since we were stuck in my bedroom for a while at least, I decided that I would make sure that I was able to satisfy my curiosity. Even if I were somehow to get caught, at least I’d have SOMETHING that would make it worthwhile, in some small way.

I found that I was touching myself again, and I stopped that. A thought flew by me that I should have made some arrangement that she could touch me, but I threw that idea away. I hadn’t made such an arrangement, and putting my genitalia in any proximity to her could possibly lead to a nasty situation where I would be going against what I had just said two paragraphs ago that I would never do!

It occurred to me that although Merry seemed to "notice" when I touched her, she had never actually awakened. But touching her crotch didn’t do very much for me. In fact, knowing that that was the same equipment that she used to piss with sort of turned me off just a bit.

Merry’s breasts were another matter. As I said, they weren’t very large. I went to give them a closer examination.

From casual glances that I had given Merry in the past, I could have sworn that her breasts were developing. I never actually said anything to her, knowing how embarrassed such a comment would be to her, but I had noticed.

So, how come her breasts looked so tiny now?

A thought came to me that she might wear falsies. It was whispered at school that "some girls wear them" but I had no idea what falsies were, except something that made girls' boobs look larger. Somehow, that didn’t seem like something that Merry would use. First of all, she was a bit prudish. Second, I don’t know where she would be able to get them, and it wasn’t like my mother would actually purchase such things for a step-daugher… would she?

I reached up and touched one of her breasts. Again, her breath caught, but resumed its regular rhythm almost immediately. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch. I moved my hand to her nipple and saw it harden (along with another skipped breath). Fascinated, I made a circular motion with the tip of my index finger, feeling it get harder with each circuit.

Encouraged, I reached with my other hand and started rubbing her other breast. Like the first one, the other nipple got hard underneath my index finger.

Merry let out a tiny combination moan and sigh. Her breathing was still regular, but hearing that made my fingers freeze. After a second, I realized that my rubbing was probably making her feel good; just like rubbing my cock felt good… would feel so good right now, in fact!