Chapter 06 – New Year's Eve
This one was actually written before the last one. It was much easier to write than the last one. Once again, I appreciate the comments and feedback of the Babydoll series. The encouragement has far and away outweighed any criticism that I have received. Any likenesses or similarities are purely coincidental. Please read the previous chapters, if you haven't. This is a taboo topic, so I know that it is offensive to many people. The material is erotic to me because it is forbidden in society. In no way do I condone such activity. This is purely fantasy. Hope you enjoy the fantasy. Any feedback will be kindly appreciated.
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Christmas had come and gone. The family was all round for the holidays. There was hardly any time spent alone. There were always 4 or 5 people in the house. The only one of us working the week following Christmas was Jan.
Sure it was fun, but I was beginning to wonder whether I'd ever get any time alone with Ash before going back to college. I was going back on the 4th of January. The week was flying by and the relief that I received on Christmas Eve was now wearing off.
Although my concentration was still focused on Ashley, my mother was still catching my eye. Something about her was certainly peaking my curiosity. There was certainly something new about her aura.
Mama seemed to be more caring, more loving, and more nurturing towards me. She was giving me hugs and kisses and certainly seemed to be around more frequently. More than once she complimented me on my maturity and told me how much I reminded her of my father. It certainly made me curious about what she was thinking...
It was New Year's Eve and we were throwing a party at our house for friends and family. Since we had the nicest house amongst the general population that we associated with, it always seemed we were the one's that threw the big bashes around the holidays. This year was to be no exception.
We all pitched in to make the house perfect for the occasion. I had been woken to assume my usual chores of outside house duties. The good thing is that it was winter so there was no grass to mow, but windows needed to be cleaned, cars had to be washed, and the landscaping needed to be detailed.
This was easy work for this time of the year. Mom had me up by 9am and I was done by 1pm. Ashley, Jan, and Mom, on the other hand, were vacuuming, dusting, and detailing all three stories of the house up until 2pm. The inside and outside of the house were immaculate by the time we were finished.
My stepfather put in his usual 9 to 5 day, so he was absolved of any household duties that day. He would stop by the liquor store on the way home and pick up some extra booze for the festivities. His only responsibility would be to play bartender in the evening when everyone arrived. He loved to show off his ability to make the most exquisite cocktails.
After finishing my chores, the only cocktail that I was thinking of was getting my cock in Ashley's tail. Remembering the blowjob she had delivered for my Christmas present on Christmas Eve, I realized that our affair was building to a crescendo. During the little time that we had alone together after Christmas, Ash teasingly hinted that tonight could be the night that I would get the full attention that I been longing for.
It would only be a few days until I would be heading back to college and I would have to make the most of the time that I had left with her. I was hoping that sometime during the upcoming semester that I could get her to pay me a visit. I don't know if Mom would go for that, but that is the future and this is now.
Jan had disappeared. She told Mom that she was going to see her boyfriend and she wouldn't be back for a few hours. So for the next few hours there would only be Ashley, Mama, and myself in the house. I knew that with mom concentrating on the party that Ash and I could spend some quality time together, if you get my drift.
Mom was starting the final preparations for the party. She still had to make sure all the booze, brews, and munchies were set up. There were going to be a lot of people that night. Although it was a "bring your own beer and food" type of party, you still have to make sure you have a bunch of stuff to throw a successful party.
While all the girls were working downstairs, I had been up in my room listening to music and looking at some of my old Playboy's. The girls in the magazine looked so hot in their typical poses, but I couldn't help but pull out the May 2000 edition. She was the one Playmate in particular that always stood out and caught my eye.
At 18, Ashley was looking very much like Shannon did in her portfolio. Shannon was 22 in 2000, 5"6" tall, 34-24-36. I could see that Ash's body had filled into the look of this one particular Playmate. Ash was a little taller, but they looked identical – body wise – in the photos.
I covered the face and looked at the picture of Shannon standing in her red panties with her arms stretched out looking in a mirror. The perfect breasts, the flared hips, the smooth complexion, and wavy blonde hair all had an eerie resemblance to my lovely sister. My once flaccid member started growing thinking about the comparison. My beautiful sister was Playboy Playmate material.
I just laid back and enjoyed the stimulating feeling of knowing that my sexual partner was a goddess. Heck, at that moment it didn't bother me that it had been so long since we had last hooked up. I had felt her body against mine and we both had climaxed many times. Even if we hadn't coupled since July, we still had done things that had fulfilled most of my desires.
I was hard as a rock, but I didn't want to play with myself. I wanted my honey. I kept hoping that Ash would come around. I needed her. I was getting antsy waiting for her. What was she doing? Where was she? I kept the door to my room open so that I would know when Ash was coming.
I tried relaxing listening to the stereo. Some good old Rock and Roll on the radio only intensified the feelings more. Listening to Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love" only gave me even more lustful thoughts.
Finally I heard Ash coming up the stairs, going to her room. I stepped outside my door and saw her looking so hot with her hair tied up in pigtails, wearing a navy blue long sleeved t-shirt and faded blue denim skirt. I pulled her into my room, "Hey come here, I'm bored."
Ash – "OK."
I was going crazy inside, but I tried to stay cool. Once we had gotten into my room, I shut the door. I didn't want anyone to be happening by and peering inside. I hugged Ashley closely and softly pecked her lips.
Ashley saw my Playboy's lying on the floor of my room. She sat down and started looking at them. After studying a few of the models in the pictorials she commented, "I've always thought this magazine is so classy. Look at these girls they are so beautiful."
I knelt down behind her and massaged her shoulders, "Hey they are pretty, but you're just as pretty as them."
Ashley gave me a dubious glare, "You're just saying that. These girls are perfect. I'm not."
"They have flaws Ashley, nobody is perfect," I seriously retorted. "You know they airbrush the hell out of those pictures. I don't see any flaws in you. You have a perfect complexion, your body is amazing, and you carry yourself like a lady."
"You really think so?" She questioned.
