Chapter 1

It was late summer 1974 when I and my friend Jack were coming home from playing Frisbee in the park.

Jack had recently read a book about the sport and was teaching me some of the new throws that he was learning. It was slow going, and we mostly ended up throwing our saucer to the ground. After a few hours, we actually got better at some of the easier throws.

We needed to be home by 6:30. We picked up our saucer and threw away the empty bottles of Coke that we had drank during the afternoon.

During the day, I had seen a couple of girls watching us throw the saucer to each other. Although they were watching us, they didn't come very close. I had wondered if Jack had noticed them.

"Did you notice those two chicks giving us the eye a couple of hours ago?" I asked Jack.

"Yeah. I thought the taller one was cute. I was about to go over and say 'Hi' when they left."

I smiled to myself. Jack would never get up the courage to talk to a girl. He was just "talking big" like fifteen year old boys tended to do when we were together.

"Yeah. I liked the smaller one. Nice set of jugs on her," I said. Actually, the girl had been far enough away that I couldn't actually get a good view of her looks from where I was. But it was part of the roles that the two of us had to play... we had to appear to be "men of the world" to each other.

"Yeah. She had nice hooters," Jack agreed. "But the tall one looked like she could suck-start a Harley through the exhaust pipe."

Our conversation continued in much the same intellectual vein. We were cutting through an empty lot near the corner on the block where I lived when I kicked something.

"What the fuck?" I said, startled.

Jack looked over to me, giving me a puzzled expression.

My foot had hit something, which had kicked a few feet in front of me. I looked at the weeds in front of me until I spied what I had almost tripped over.

It was a roll of purple tickets.

I picked up the roll, looking at them. They looked like the kind of tickets you'd find at a carnival in order to go on one of the rides. Each one was numbered. They all read "LUCKY TICKETS."

"What's that?" Jack asked.

"A roll of 'lucky tickets, '" I answered.

"Lucky as in how?"

"Beats me," I admitted.

We both looked at them. On the other side of the tickets were your standard ticket disclaimers.

"Looks like a fresh roll. Look... the numbers start at one!"

The first ticket on the roll had the number "000000000001" on it.

"Cool. I wonder who dropped this here?"

"Dunno. Finders Keepers, though. It's mine now."

"Whatever," Jack said. His interest in the roll was diminishing.

"Might be good for tickets to a show," I thought.

"Don't look like theater tickets," Jack said. "And I haven't heard of no carnival coming through here anytime soon."

"I mean, we can put on a show and invite people. You know, singing along with the record player..."

"That's for kids and dorks," Jack said.

"Yeah," I agreed. I was starting to catch Jack's non-enthusiasm for the tickets. "But I think I'll keep them just in case."

"Whatever," Jack said.

We started off back towards my house. My mom was in the front yard, getting something from the car. I jogged toward her, leaving Jack behind.

"Hi, Mom. Need a hand?" I asked.

"Oh, hi, Jim," my mother answered. "No thanks. Just needed to get a map from the car,

I shrugged and turned back towards Jack. I waved good-bye to him and walked with my mother back into the house.

"Supper is in twenty minutes," Mom said. "Make sure you're cleaned up."

"Sure, Mom."

I went to my bedroom. On the way, my step-sister Meredith was just leaving the bathroom.

"Hiya, Jim. How was the park?" she asked.

"Had a great time, Merry. I'm getting better with the Frisbee," I reported.

"Maybe next time, you'll take me," she said, half pouting.

That wasn't going to be possible. For some reason, Jack seemed to hate my younger sister. For a girl, she wasn't really bad. I'd known her about five years, since my mother remarried. She was a couple of years my junior, but was alright as far as I was concerned.

I simply shrugged and smiled at her, and continued toward my room.

"Whatcha got?" Merry asked, looking at my tickets.

"Found a roll of tickets in the lot on the corner," I told her, still walking away.

"Let me see!" she said, running after me.

"Oh. Sure. Why not?"

She followed me into my room. She ran past me and jumped onto my bed, landing cross-legged, Indian style.

I laughed as I watched her youthful exuberance. She was only thirteen (fourteen in just a month, she'd been reminding me!).

"Let me see!" Merry demanded.

I showed her to roll, and it fascinated her. "Oooh. Just like the theater. Think they'll work there?"

"Nah," I said. "The ones at the movies have the name of the theater on it. These just say 'lucky ticket.'"

She oohed and ahhed as she looked at the purple roll.

"Can I have one?" she asked.

"What for?"

"Same reason you want the whole roll. To have it," she said, simply.

"They're numbered. See? The first one is number one. If I gave you that one, then I won't have them all anymore."

Merry looked at the numbers. She now was more determined to get that first one. Ticket number one must be pretty special!

"Aw, c'mon, Jimmy." I hated the name Jimmy, and Merry knew it.

"C'mon yourself, Shortcake," I retorted, using a nickname that I knew she disliked.

"Sorry, Jim," she corrected. "Please, please, please?"

As I said, I actually liked my step-sister. She probably knew that I'd give her what she wanted.

"Oh, fine," I said.

"Goody!" she squealed, sounding like a kindergarten student.

I tore off the first ticket. I looked at it one last time, and handed it to Meredith.

A big grin broke out on her face and she reached out to grab it.

Her expression immediately turned serious when she took it.

"You have one wish," she monotoned.

"Huh?" I asked, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor.

"You have one wish," she repeated, in the same voice.

This was weird. Was Meredith playing some sort of game?

"I get a free wish for a ticket?" I asked, playing alone.

"Whatever you want," she repeated.

Her game was weirding me out. "Fine. I want a bicycle." That would put an end to that game. I had broken my bike a couple of months ago, and my step-father had gotten very angry and told me that I would have to purchase my next bike. To a fifteen-year-old, this was almost akin to being grounded.

Meredith looked uncertain. "I... I cannot purchase you a bicycle," she said. "If you want, you can have mine. Or do you want me to steal you one?"

Huh? "I don't want no girl's bike, Merry. And if your dad caught you stealing anything, he'd tan your hide."

"Then I cannot grant that wish," she answered.

I was getting tired of her game. Merry was a nice girl, but sometimes, she could drive me up the wall. I used a device that I had used a few times before in order to call her bluff and stop her games.

"Fine. Take off your shorts and panties." I smirked, knowing that she'd never do that.

"Your wish is my command," she monotoned. As if in a dream, she unbuttoned the shorts, and undid her zipper.

I struck me that she was actually going to do this!

I glanced at the door to my bedroom, which was still wide open. My mother could walk by at any time!

I turned back to Merry, and saw her shorts were now in a pile at the floor, and her panties were down by her knees. She was lifting one leg to remove them.

My step-sister was naked from the waist down.

Up until this time, I had not so much as seen her underwear, except tiny glimpses underneath her T-shirts. She was always very careful in the bathroom and her bedroom to not allow me to accidentally see her in any state of undress. She was, in fact, pretty prudish.

And here she was, stepping out of her panties.

I couldn't help but stare at her crotch. I could see a fold of skin, but her legs were close together, keeping me from getting a good view.

Without saying anything, Merry started pulling on her panties. I watched, still in disbelief, as she then pulled on her short pants.

Once her shorts where zippered and buttoned, she shook her head, as if waking up.

"Why'd you do that?" I finally managed to say.

"Do what?" Merry asked, confused. "You said I could have the ticket!"

"Why'd you get undressed?"

"Huh?" she said, genuinely surprised. She glanced down at herself, making sure she was still dressed. She then looked up at me as if I had two heads. "What are you talking about?"

Was she denying that she had just stripped in front of me?

Did she really do what I thought she had done?

"You know, Jim, you get really weird sometimes. Thanks for the ticket, though."

"Wait!" I said as she turned to leave the room.

"What?"

I offered her the second ticket. I wanted to see if she'd play that game again.

"No thanks. I got number one. That's the one I wanted."

Merry left my room, shutting the door behind her.

I looked over towards my bed where my step-sister had just undressed in front of me. Had it really happened?

I had a throbbing erection that was attesting to the fact that it had.

I decided to go into the bathroom and relieve myself before dinner, which was fast approaching. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes to reach orgasm.

Dinner was quiet. Merry gave me no indication that she had done anything unusual. We just had our small talk.

After dinner, Merry and I did the dishes. I washed, while she dried and put the dishes away. I kept stealing glances at her, but never caught her giving me any indication that she had been playing any sex games earlier.

I still wanted to know what had happened earlier. It was completely out of character for Merry to act that way. Did she want something from me?

I finally got up the nerve to bring up the subject. "What did you do with your ticket?" I asked.

"Ticket?" she asked, frowning. "Oh... that. I think I put it in my room. Why?"

"You seemed to want it. I thought you had a special plan for it."

Merry shrugged. "Nah. I was just playing with you. You seemed to think that roll of tickets was worth something." She gave me a smile.

I looked at her. Her smile did nothing to suggest that she had done anything out of the ordinary.

"Oh. That's why you didn't want another one, huh?"

"Do you want me to have another one, Jim?" she asked.

I shrugged. "If you want it. If not, I'll find something to do with them."

Merry shrugged as she put four dishes into a cabinet. "Whatever."

Later in the evening, I was in my room, listening to some songs on my record player. There was a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"Merry. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

My step-sister walked into my room. She listened for a couple moments to the song on my record player, and then said, "Jim, did you come into my room after dinner?"

"No. What's wrong?" I asked.

"That ticket you gave me. I put it on my dresser. Now it's gone." She looked at me accusingly.

"I didn't take it. I was in here since dinner."

"Well, Mom and Dad were downstairs all that time. My ticket's missing."

I walked over to my junk drawer where I had stashed the roll of tickets. The roll still started at number two.

"It's not here, Merry."

She looked at me, trying to see if I was playing some sort of trick on her.

"Are you sure you didn't take it?" she asked, softly.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," I said, crossing my heart.

Her face drooped. I could tell she was disappointed.

"Look, Merry. I'll give you another ticket. OK?"

"I don't want it. I want the one that I had..."

I pulled the second ticket off the roll. As I did, Merry stopped in mid-sentence.

"I'll take that ticket," she said. Her tone was one again monotonic.

I handed her the ticket, wondering if she'd play her game again.

Sure enough, Merry monotoned, "You have one wish."

I smirked at her, but her expression was quite solemn. She seemed quite serious.

"You will allow me to wish for anything?" I asked.

"Anything that is within my power to grant," she answered.

There was no amusement in her eyes. In fact, there wasn't even any "Merry" behind her eyes. She had a vacant look; she was staring at me, waiting for me to make a wish.

"I wish you to tell me how these wishes work."

Merry monotoned an explanation. I don't remember her exact words, but the gist of it was that I was the owner of the tickets. I could give them out to anybody, and every recipient had to grant the owner one wish upon receiving them. The wish couldn't be too complicated and must be a single wish. It also had something within the power of the recipient to grant.

After the explanation, the vacant look left her eyes. Merry shook her head.

"Is this for real?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Is what for real?" Merry asked, apparently confused.

"That wish stuff," I said.

"What wish stuff?"

Merry seemed to have no recollection of what she had just told me.

I looked at her strangely, and her face took on a real confused expression. "Are you going weird on me?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"You're talking nonsense. I just came in here to see if you took back that... uh..." Merry paused, trying to remember why she had come into my room. She shook her head again and closed her eyes, as if deep in thought.

"Oh, yeah," Merry finally said, looking at the ticket in her hand. "You gave me a ticket." She looked at it and shrugged, and put it into her back pocket.

"Yeah," I said, watching Merry's expression. She really looked confused.

As I mentioned before, I had known my step-sister for about five years. She was almost fourteen, and had never shown any desire in the past to play any sex games, especially with me.

What if she wasn't playing any game? What if what she had told me about the wishes was true?

This was just too fucking incredible.

Meredith looked a little uncomfortable. She said something about going back to her room, and she left. I noticed as she left that my record player had stopped, having finished the last song on the L.P.

I switched my stereo to an FM station and thought long and hard about what had happened.

I finally emerged from my bedroom to go to the bathroom before going to bed. I called "Good night" downstairs to my parents, and went to the bathroom. It was occupied.

Merry usually took her shower in the evenings; I took mine in the morning. It was a system we had found worked toward us not having to fight for the hot water. The water wasn't running, so I knew that Merry was probably just dressing for bed now.

I waited patiently for my step-sister. I knew from experience that she'd be out in a minute or so. As I waited, my thoughts kept returning to the quick glimpse that I saw of Merry's waist. The thought got me hard.

I got a sudden inspiration, and quickly went back into my room for the roll of tickets. As I returned, Merry was just leaving the bathroom.

"Merry, take a ticket," I said before she had a chance to say anything. I tore off a ticket and handed it to her.

This time, I wasn't surprised when she intoned, "You have one wish."

Her voice was louder than I had wanted. I looked around, making sure that she hadn't alerted my mom or her dad. I didn't hear anything.

I whispered to her, "Merry. One half hour after you go to bed, you will sneak into my bedroom. You will strip and get into my bed. You will go to sleep and not wake up until you hear me tell you 'Time for beddy bye.' At that time, you will get out of my bed, get dressed, and sneak back into your own room."

"Your wish is my command," she intoned, and without any further fanfare, she walked into her bedroom.

It took me a bit longer than usual in the bathroom that evening. I was anticipating whether or not Merry would actually comply with my wish.

I went to bed, but couldn't go to sleep. Was Merry actually going to come in? I had heard her say her good-nights to our parents while I was in the bathroom.

There wasn't any other sound other than the muffled sound of the television playing downstairs.

From experience, I knew my parents wouldn't get to bed until after midnight. They usually fell asleep watching the news, and came upstairs. Only very rarely did my mother ever check in on me, and not in the past year or so. I wasn't sure if they checked in on Merry. I sure hoped they didn't notice that her bed was vacant... if Merry actually complied with my wish.

It seemed like hours when I heard a small sound at my door. The knob turned and it opened. The outside hallway was dark, and I could just barely make out Merry's shadow as she entered my room.

Merry moved quietly toward my bed, then pulled her nightgown over her head. She was nude underneath. She pulled the covers closest to her down, and moved into my bed. She turned to her side, facing away from me.

I was frozen in my bed. I didn't know what to do. Merry had indeed complied with my wish. She was nude in my bed.

I could hear Merry's regular breathing, and it occurred to me that she was fast asleep. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if she had been playing a game with me, but I was pretty sure that she wasn't playing one right now. Being nude in the bed with a horny teen-aged male was NOT something that an adolescent female would do.

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