It’s Christmas Eve 1986.  I’m having flashbacks to Christmas Eve 1976.  I’m also filled with a combination of joy and fear.  I have to tell my parents some difficult things.  Thankfully, Hannah is here to help.

To fully explain I need to go back to when I was a child.

My name is Thomas.  So is my dad.  But he goes by Tom, and I go by Tommy.  I was born in Raleigh, North Carolina, in 1964.  My mother passed away when I was only three.  I don’t really remember her.  My dad raised me as a single parent.  He’s a lawyer, and we moved to Virginia shortly after my mother’s death.  We lived in a small house in a suburb of Washington DC, which is where my dad’s law firm is located.

I had a happy childhood.  My dad focused on me and his work.  To my knowledge, he never even dated when I was little, although I’m sure he had plenty of opportunities.  My dad has always been good looking, in the tall, dark, and handsome kind of way.  Women are attracted to him.  But he is really shy.  He’s not shy at work, just with women, and in social settings.  They say I look and act just like him.  I take that as a compliment.  I’m also shy, maybe even more than my dad.

Growing up, I enjoyed school, friends, and sports, although I wasn’t a super athlete.  However, I always had trouble talking with girls, even in grade school.  I would get flustered.  So I avoided it.

The exception was Hannah.  She made me feel relaxed and not pressured, almost like a sister.  Hannah was fun to hang around.  She always had lots of friends.  Hannah was also one of the prettiest girls in school, which should have made me really nervous.  But it didn’t.

Hannah has dirty blond hair, a cute face, and a fit and trim body.  Later on, starting in middle school, boys were always chasing after her.

Hannah’s best friend is Jessie.  I’ve always liked Jessie.  At times, Hannah and Jessie have been inseparable.  Then they would drift apart.  But then become best friends again.  That was a pattern that repeated itself every year or so.

Jessie is pretty like Hannah.  She has long blond hair, a cute face, and a nice body.  She’s a bit shorter than Hannah.

Jessie was the first girl in our grade to develop breasts, and her boobs have always been larger than most other girls.  Starting in Middle School, boys were chasing after Jessie.  But she mostly wasn’t interested.

Hannah has a similar story to my own.  She was also born in 1964, although a couple months after me.  Her father died before she was even born.  Hannah’s mom Claire won’t talk about Hannah’s father, except to Hannah, and even then she only shares limited information.

One day in High School, Hannah told me what she knows about her dad, which isn’t much.  Hannah’s father was a very prominent politician, who had an affair with Claire when she worked as a committee staffer in Congress.  Shortly after Claire became pregnant, Hannah’s dad was killed.

After having Hannah, Claire moved to a nice apartment in the same Virginia suburb of DC that I lived in with my dad.  Claire devoted herself to raising Hannah and starting a lobbying firm.  She has become quite successful.  People say that Hannah and Claire are like two peas in a pod.  I agree.  They have the same personality and appearance.  There’s no doubt they are mother and daughter.

Growing up, Hannah liked school, friends, and sports.  She even got me to try some things I probably wouldn’t have tried, like recreational swimming.  Hannah and Jessie made them fun.  Hannah always wore a bikini.  Jessie wore a one-piece.  That made things really interesting to watch as they both developed nice bodies.

By the time we got to Middle School, Hannah and I had become really good friends.  I even got invited to her birthday parties, although I didn’t get to stay the night like her girlfriends.

By then, I was going through puberty, and girls were looking different to me, including Hannah and her friends.  My own friends were going through the same thing.

Jessie had developed larger breasts, probably a large B.  They were like magnets for most of my friends.

For me, I really like the way a girl’s butt looks in jeans, especially Hannah and Jessie.  That was my own magnet.

For a shy kid like me, all of that puberty business made it even more difficult to talk with girls.  But not Hannah.  That was always easy.  Some of her friends were also pretty good at talking with me.  I think some of them really liked me.  Hannah once told me that her friends thought I was really cute.  That gave me some confidence.

My first Middle School dance happened in September of 1976.

I didn’t know what to do.  So I did what I thought would be easiest.

I asked Hannah.  She smiled and said yes.  I was ecstatic.

My dad agreed to take us to the dance, which was held in our school gym.  We arrived at Hannah’s house a few minutes early.  Claire invited us in.

“Hannah’s still getting ready,” Claire said.  “Come on in and have a seat.”

Claire has a friendly smile, just like Hannah.

My dad and I sat on the couch in the living room.  Claire sat in an easy chair.  My dad and Claire struck up a conversation.  I was a bit surprised at how easy their conversation went.  My dad didn’t seem nervous at all, especially considering the highly attractive Claire.  But, then again, Hannah had that same effect on me.

“So are you sure you don’t want me to pick them up?” Claire offered toward the end of their conversation.

“No, it’s fine,” my dad replied.  “I’m happy to get them.”

Then came the big surprise.

“What are you doing this evening?” my dad asked.

“Nothing,” Claire replied.

“Would you like to get a bite to eat, and maybe a movie?” my dad asked her.

I was shocked.  My dad had just asked Hannah’s mom out on a date, right in front of me.  It seemed natural, without any nervousness.

Claire smiled.

“That sounds good,” she said.

It was my dad’s first date since my mom had died nearly a decade before.

Hannah appeared.  It was a casual dance, so she wore a brown top and a jeans skirt.  She looked really cute, and smiled at me.

“So are you ready?” my dad asked Hannah, getting up from the couch.

Hannah nodded.

“How about you?” my dad asked Claire.

“Sure,” Claire replied, getting up.

Hannah gave me a quizzical look.

Claire grabbed her purse, and my dad and Claire headed toward the door.

“They’re going out to dinner and a movie,” I whispered to Hannah.

Hannah looked at me.  Her mouth dropped open.  She didn’t know what to say.

Hannah and I got into the back seat of my dad’s car.  Claire and my dad chatted on the way to the dance.  Hannah and I kept looking at each other and shaking our heads.

“Have fun,” Claire said to us, as we exited the car at our school.

We watched as they drove off.

“Are they going on a date?” Hannah asked me.

“I guess so,” I replied.

“How did that happen?” Hannah asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.  “They just sort of talked while you were getting ready.  Then he asked her out.”

“It’s her first date,” Hannah mumbled.  “And it’s with your dad.”

I nodded.

“It’s so strange,” Hannah continued.  “I’m having my first date with you, and my mom is having her first date with your dad.”

I nodded again.

The dance was super fun, mostly due to Hannah.

Hannah is a really good dancer.  It helped me overcome my fears, even though I’m not that good.

I mostly danced with Hannah, and sometimes sat out a dance and hung out with her friends or my friends on the sidelines.  Hannah danced to just about every song, sometimes with one of my friends, and sometimes with all of her girlfriends.  I even danced with a few of her friends.

But every time a slow dance played, Hannah would find me.  I liked those the best.  Hannah had started to develop a really nice body, and I liked holding her close.  She also smelled nice.  I put my hands around her back.

“Do you want to take a break?” Hannah asked me after another fast dance.

I nodded.  We walked out of the gym.  There were a few other kids standing along the wall.

We noticed an Eighth Grade couple come from around the corner holding hands.

Hannah smiled at me.

“That’s where couples go to make out,” Hannah said.

I nodded.  I had heard that too.  But kids had to be careful, because chaperones would occasionally leave the dance and check outside, so couples had to be brief, or they’d get in trouble and not be allowed to go to the next dance.

“You want to go around the corner for a minute?” Hannah asked me.

All I could do was nod.

Hannah smiled and grabbed my hand.  We walked around the corner.  There was another couple kissing a few feet away.  It was Jason and Marie, who were in the Eighth Grade.

Hannah turned and put her back to the wall.  She pulled me toward her.  I held her sides and leaned in for a quick kiss on her lips.  It was the first time I’d kissed a girl.  Heck, it was my first date ever.  Hannah smiled and kissed me back.  We both glanced over at the other couple.  They were going at it pretty heavy.  Hannah and I smiled at each other, then kissed again.

Jason and Marie left.

“Should we go too?” I asked Hannah.

“Just one more,” Hannah said.  “But like they were doing.  With open mouth and tongue this time.”

Hannah briefly showed me her tongue, then laughed.  I smiled.

“Okay, no laughing,” she instructed.

We kissed once more.  I had no clue what I was doing, but it worked.  I held onto Hannah, and we French kissed for a few seconds.  It felt great.  But I’m glad it didn’t last long.  I could feel myself start to get hard, and my dick was pointing down, so getting an erection at that point would have been extremely embarrassing.

Hannah took my hand again, and we went back to the dance without getting caught.

My dad picked us up at the end of the dance.  Claire was with him, and they were both smiling.  Hannah and I got into the back seat.

“How was the dance?” Claire asked us.

“It was good,” I replied.

“It was a lot of fun,” Hannah added, glancing over at me with a smile.

Claire and Hannah chatted about music and dancing on the ride to Hannah’s house.  My dad and I just listened.

“I had a good time tonight,” Claire said to my dad, as she opened the car door.

My dad smiled and nodded.

“We should do it again sometime,” my dad said.

Claire smiled and nodded.

“I had a good time too,” Hannah said to me with a little laugh as she got out of the car.

I nodded and got out of the car too, so I could get into the front seat.

We waved goodbye to the girls as they went into their apartment building.

On the way home my dad kept smiling.  He said he had a good time with Claire.

The next dance was in early October.  I thought about asking another girl to the dance, but decided I really wanted to go with Hannah.  I hoped she would go with me again.

For whatever reason, I got nervous that time.  But Hannah could tell what I was trying to do, and smiled.

“Are you asking me to the dance?” she asked.

I nodded.

She smiled.

“Okay,” she said.

I was relieved.

Like before, my dad agreed to take Hannah and I to the dance.  We arrived at Hannah’s house a little early again.  Claire invited us in.

But this time my dad and Claire greeted each other like they were old friends.  Claire hugged my dad.  What I didn’t know at the time was that my dad and Claire had been going out to lunch regularly in DC ever since the night of their first date.

Hannah came out of her room a moment later.  It was another casual dance, so Hannah wore a
pink top and jeans.  Hannah has always looked really good in jeans.

“So are we ready?” my dad asked the girls.

“Yes,” Claire said with a smile, grabbing her purse and heading toward the door, followed by my dad.

“They’re going out again,” Hannah whispered to me.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” I replied.

The dance was great.  Just like the first one.

Hannah was vibrant.  She also looked stunning in her jeans.  I couldn’t stop glancing at her butt.  Hannah caught me a couple times.  I got embarrassed.  She just smiled.

I really enjoyed the slow dances that night.  It felt great to hold Hannah close.  I put my head next to hers, and my hands on the top of the back of her jeans.

About half way through, we both took a break and went to the sidelines for a drink of water.

“You seem to be fascinated with my butt Tommy,” Hannah said with a smile.

I got embarrassed.

Hannah laughed.

“It’s okay,” she said.  “You think it’s nice?” Hannah asked, looking at me with a quizzical look and scrunching up her pink top in the front, giving me a great profile glance at her lower body encased in jeans.

I nodded.  She looked stunning.

“I don’t know why boys are so fascinated with girls’ butts,” Hannah pondered.

“Or boobs,” I added.

Hannah laughed.  I laughed too.  I couldn’t believe I had just said that.  Hannah had started to develop breasts, but they were still pretty small.

However, that night my focus had been on her butt, as Hannah had called to my attention.

“Remember when Jason and Marie were kissing when we went around the corner at the last dance?” Hannah asked me.

I nodded.

“He was squeezing her butt,” Hannah continued.

I hadn’t really noticed.

“Yeah, kinda like this,” Hannah said, briefly squeezing her own butt cheeks with her hands.

Hannah laughed.  I laughed too.

Hannah called my attention to one of her friends on the dance floor.  She was doing some crazy dance moves that looked ridiculous.

Hannah and I laughed.

“You wanna go outside for a few minutes?” Hannah asked, returning her attention to me.

Hannah had an interesting look on her face at that moment.  A combination of sexy and devious.  A look I’ve seen a number of times since.

I quickly nodded and smiled.

I followed Hannah outside.  There were hardly any kids there, and no chaperones.

Hannah took my hand and led me around the corner.  That time, we were alone.

Like before, Hannah put her back to the wall and pulled me toward her.

I held her close and we kissed.  This time we went quickly into French kissing, with open mouths and touching tongues.

Then I did what I really wanted to do all night.  I let my hands slide down from her lower back to her butt.  I squeezed Hannah’s gorgeous ass as we kissed.

Hannah laughed and pulled her head away.

I laughed too, but didn’t remove my hands from her butt.  We kissed some more.

A few minutes went by.

“We should go before we get caught,” Hannah said.

I nodded, but then realized I had a problem.  My cock was half hard and pressing up against my pants.

I let go of Hannah, tried my best to hide my embarrassment, and concentrated on losing my erection.

I followed Hannah back around the corner, where she took my hand.

“Can we stay out here for a few minutes,” I suggested.  “Get some fresh air.”

What I really wanted was a few minutes for my cock to shrink in the low light outside of the gym, rather than go back into the bright lights and risk having the tent in my pants noticed.

“Sure,” Hannah said.

We stopped short of the door and looked up at the sky.  It was a clear evening, and we could see the moon and some stars.

A couple minutes later my problem had gone away, and we went back into the gym.

After the dance, my dad picked us up again.  Claire was with him.  Hannah and I got into the back seat.

Claire and my dad chatted the entire way to Hannah’s house.  Just like they were old friends.

Hannah looked over at me.  I shrugged my shoulders.

At Hannah’s apartment, Claire leaned over and gave my dad a kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight,” she said softly to him as she exited the car.

I got out, and then Hannah got out.  Hannah had a stunned look on her face.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just smiled.

Then, for whatever reason, and not caring who was watching, I leaned in and gave Hannah a kiss on the cheek and wished her goodnight before getting into the front seat of my dad’s car.

We waved goodbye to the girls as we drove off.  Hannah still seemed a bit stunned, but waved and then looked at her mom.

I had been masturbating for a few months by then, and definitely needed relief that night.  I thought about what had happened earlier, kissing Hannah and squeezing her butt.  It was great.

A few days later, while eating lunch at school, Jessie asked me if I was Hannah’s boyfriend.  I looked at Hannah, who was sitting next to me.  She had wide eyes.

“Well you’re always together at school, you go to the dances together, and you’ve gone around the corner,” Jessie added.

I nodded in agreement, but Hannah and I hadn’t discussed whether we were boyfriend and girlfriend.  I guessed that Hannah might have talked to Jessie about that, based on the look on Hannah’s face.

“I think so,” I said.

Hannah smiled.  I knew right away that was the right answer.

Hannah and I went to the Halloween dance together.  My dad and Claire took us again.

Hannah was dressed as a fairy.  She looked super cute.  Jessie went as a devil.  As soon as I saw her, I knew the outfit would cause my friends to act stupid around her, which is exactly what happened.

I really enjoyed the dance.  Like before, Hannah made it fun.  We even went around the corner again.  That time I went to the restroom just before we went outside.  I made sure to adjust myself, so if I got another erection, it wouldn’t be a problem.

We stayed around the corner a little longer that time.  There were two other couples there, but Hannah didn’t seem to mind.  As we kissed, I got to feel Hannah’s body some more, including her butt, which I had wanted to touch all night.  As I thought might happen, I got totally hard.  But it wasn’t a problem, because I had adjusted.

My dad and Claire picked us up from the dance, like they had done twice before.  Claire mostly chatted with Hannah on the way home, asking what various kids had worn to the dance.

When we got to their apartment, Claire again leaned over and kissed my dad on the cheek.

“Good night,” she whispered in his ear.

My dad smiled.

Hannah and I got out of the car, and I gave her a hug and kiss on her cheek.

“Good night” Hannah whispered to me.

I relieved myself that night too, thinking about Hannah.

Hannah and I found time to kiss a few more times, discretely at school.  She seemed pretty happy that I was her boyfriend, and I was ecstatic to have her as my girlfriend.

Thanksgiving came quickly, with a big surprise.  Most years we went to my grandparents’ house in North Carolina.  But not that year.

A couple weekends before Thanksgiving I overheard my dad talking with Claire on the telephone.

“That would be great,” my dad said at one point.  “Let me talk to Tommy.”

My dad held his hand over the receiver and turned toward me.

“What do you think about going to Claire and Hannah’s for Thanksgiving?” my dad asked me.

I was stunned.  I didn’t know what to say.  It caught me by surprise.

“Okay,” I said.

My dad smiled.

“It’s alright with Tommy,” he told Claire.

It took a few minutes to fully realize the implication.  My dad was becoming serious about Claire, and I suspected Claire felt the same about my dad.  I wondered if Hannah saw it the same way.  I decided to call her.

Claire answered.  I asked her if I could speak with Hannah.

“Did you hear about Thanksgiving?” I asked her.

“Yeah, my mom asked me about that earlier today,” Hannah replied.  “I think she just called your dad.”

“She did,” I confirmed.

I tried to talk with Hannah about it, and what it might mean, but I could tell Hannah couldn’t talk right then.  We agreed to talk at school.

When we chatted, Hannah wasn’t concerned.  She liked my dad and thought it was good for her mom to date him.  Hannah didn’t think anything serious would develop.  I had my doubts.

Thanksgiving was great that year.  Claire made a feast.  It was a little different than at my grandparents, where everything was very traditional.  But Claire is a good cook, and it was delicious.

After dinner, my dad and Claire hung out in the living room for a while and talked about politics.  Hannah and I went to her room.  We took a bit of a risk and made out for a while.  I got hard, but had the foresight to make adjustments in advance.

Christmas was fast approaching.  Traditionally my dad and I always went to my grandparents on Christmas morning.  Sometimes we also went there for Christmas Eve as well.  Other times we just drove down on Christmas morning.

That year we stayed home for Christmas Eve.  My dad is a good cook, and he made us a big meal.  He also invited Claire and Hannah over.

Hannah and I talked in my room before dinner.  She still wasn’t concerned about our parents dating.

Dinner was great.  All of the food was delicious.

“Well, we have an announcement,” my dad declared just before we were about to help clean up.

Hannah and I both looked at him.

He reached his hand across the able toward Claire.  She took his hand in hers.

I got a really nervous feeling.  I glanced over at Hannah.  She was looking at her mom’s hand on my dad’s.  Hannah’s mouth was partially open.

“We’ve decided to get married,” my dad declared.

He looked at Claire and smiled.  She smiled back.

Then the two of them looked at Hannah and I.  We were both speechless.

Hannah was still glancing at her mom’s hand on my dad’s.  Then I realized why.  On her ring finger was a diamond engagement ring.  It had a single large round stone that glimmered.  Quite different than the more elaborate one my dad had given to my mom, which I was given and kept in my lock box.

Our parents assured us that nothing would change, other than we would become one family, and that we would stay in the same school district.

My dad and Claire must have anticipated many of our questions, because they told us a number of things, such as they had decided that we wouldn’t move into my dad’s small house, or into Claire’s apartment.  Instead, we would all wait until my dad and Claire found another house for all of us.

After we got done cleaning up, we all went into the living room.  Claire asked Hannah and I if we had any questions.  Claire kept glancing at my dad, who was beaming.  It was clear they were in love.  I was happy for my dad, and I liked Claire a lot, but I was really nervous about merging our families and having to share my dad with Claire and Hannah.

Hannah and I didn’t have any questions.  She just looked stunned.  But she smiled and gave encouragement to our parents.

We went to my room for a little while before Claire and Hannah left.  That night Hannah and I didn’t make out.  It didn’t feel right.  Plus Hannah was going to be my sister.

Claire gave my father a kiss on the lips on her way out.  She also gave me a hug.  I also hugged Hannah.

In the beginning of 1977, Hannah and I talked a lot about what it all meant.  We mostly talked at school.  Our friends wanted to know if Hannah and I were still going to date after our parents got married, since we’d be siblings.  Hannah insisted it wouldn’t change anything, but I wasn’t so sure.

My dad informed me that he and Claire would be picking Hannah and I up from school on Friday, March 18, 1977.  They had a couple of big news items for us.

Hannah and I agreed that it must be about a house.

However, after they picked us up, we realized it was more.  My dad was in his best suit, and Claire was in a gorgeous short white wedding dress.

“We’re getting married today,” my dad announced after Hannah and I got into the back seat of his car.

My dad explained that they wanted a simple civil ceremony with just us.

“And Mikey, of course,” my dad added.

“Uncle Mike?” I asked.

My uncle Mike is a professional photographer.  He’s my mom’s brother, and a good friend of my dad’s, which is how my parents met.  Uncle Mike did the photography for my dad’s first marriage to my mom.  It was an elaborate wedding.  I had seen the pictures.

“Yeah,” my dad replied.  “Just the four of us and Mikey.  He flew in from Denver just for this.”

We went to Claire’s apartment, where we changed.  Claire had bought Hannah a pretty blue dress and new shoes.  My dad had bought me a shirt and tie, and some new slacks and shoes.  Then we all went to the civil ceremony.

Hannah stood next to her mom, and I stood next to my dad, as our parents got married.  Uncle Mike took lots of pictures of the ceremony, and then after.

“So let’s do surprise number two,” my dad announced.  “Mikey’s coming too.”

“I bet this is the house,” Hannah whispered to me as we walked together toward my dad’s car.

I nodded.  Hannah was right.

My dad and Claire had purchased a house not far from our small house.  It was even closer to the schools.  Hannah and I got our first look at the house, along with Uncle Mike, that evening.

The house is on a small lot in a really nice subdivision.  It has two stories.  On the first floor is a living room, kitchen, dining room, laundry room, bathroom, and attached garage.  On the second floor are three bedrooms.  The master bedroom is large, with a walk-in closet and a very large bathroom featuring an oversized tub, separate stall shower, toilet, bidet, and a counter with two sinks.  Until then, I had no idea what a bidet was.  Claire explained it.  She said it’s more common in Europe, and the people that had the house built a decade earlier were from Europe.

The two smaller bedrooms were also spacious, but had regular closets.  They also shared a common bathroom.  A door from each bedroom is at each end of the bathroom, so if you wanted privacy in the bathroom, you would have to lock both doors.  Surprisingly, the shared bathroom was also large, with an oversized tub, separate stall shower, two sink counter, toilet, and bidet.

We all agreed that Claire and my dad picked out a really nice house for our new combined family.  Hannah even got excited.  Our parents asked us which bedroom we each wanted.  The bedrooms are essentially identical, so I didn’t care.  Hannah picked the one in the center, which shared a wall with the master bedroom.  I was surprised.  I figured she would want the most distance from our parents.

We all went out to dinner that night, still dressed in our wedding attire.  We had a good time, and I could tell that Hannah and Claire were both working to make us feel like a family.  It was also good to see Uncle Mike, who I don’t get to see very often.

After dinner, Dad and I went home.  Uncle Mike came with us to spend the night, before his return flight to Denver the next day.  All three of us stayed up late talking about the marriage, the house, and the new family.  It was exciting and scary at the same time.

We started to pack our things that weekend.

 

Copyright 2016 by kid charlemagne.