"Why do I have to go to the stupid party?" whined Jocylyn Webster.
Her mother sighed. "Dear, we've been over this twenty times since Christmas. You know your father needs to attend the company party, especially this time. He received a personal invitation from the upper management. This might mean a promotion. Wouldn't that be nice for him?"
The preteen girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, maybe. But the party is on New Year's Eve. DeeDee Schneider's having one of her fabulous slumber parties."
"I understand, dear. This is the biggest night for parties during the whole year. Everyone wants to bring in the New Year with their friends. Perhaps you can go to her party next year."
The girl just shook her head. "By then the circles for sixth grade will be all arranged. If you don't get in a good one, you'll be shut out of the better middle school squads which means you get stuck in the worst high school cliques. To get anywhere, you have to get in good with the pre-circles assignments and making those contacts starts tonight."
Her mother nodded. "I remember school politics. It's not as bad as you think."
"If I don't get with the right people, I'll get stuck with undesirables. You have no social life. Why, Suzi Foster's sister had to hook up with a tenth grader just so she could lose her virginity before going off to college. I don't want to be that desperate."
"Dear, you're only in fifth grade."
"And I've had my first period. I'm practically an adult."
So, the argument was all hormone-driven. I should have known, thought her mother. Biting her lower lip and giving Jocylyn the stare, she said, "Listen, young lady. Tonight your father expects you to be at his party, standing next to him at midnight. That's final."
Jocylyn flopped down on her bed and crossed her arms, putting on her best pouty face. "Well, I may go, but I'm not going to have a good time."
An hour later, the preteen sat in the back of a black limousine, sandwiched between her father in his black suit and her mother in her little black evening dress. She still pouted, even after being forced into her forest green gown. She didn't understand why at 11, almost 12, she had to go, while her twin sisters didn't. Sure they were 18 and out of school, but they were still part of the family. Besides, they never acted like adults, always running around with their rich friends. She couldn't believe just how much her parents let them get away with.
Jocylyn squirmed and wriggled about, but her parents paid her no mind. Her mother fixed her makeup for the thirteenth time since their talk in the bedroom. Her father remained the distant thinker, loving father of the twins, but the one without a single moment for his youngest.
Maybe that's why no one wanted anything to do with her. Her role fit with that of the red-haired stepchild who deserved to be beaten for every little mistake. Only, she thought her hair looked more strawberry blonde, and no one cared enough to land a finger on her even if she deserved an occasional spanking. She hated her parents for treating her so well.
The limo arrived at the old Olympus Bank and Trust building where her father's company had offices. Sticking up like a sore thumb, it was three times the height of the structures around it. Still it would be dwarfed by the skyscrapers downtown. However, it had a spectacular view of the river where the fireworks would be shot off. Some would say the wall of glass windows made the sight priceless.
Once inside, Jocylyn spied a man sitting at the guard station. Without looking up, he pointed to the elevators even though there was a rather obvious sign on the front of his desk. Her father deposited three coins in the guard's hand, receiving a tip of the cap for his generosity.
The elevator control panel had three potential buttons to push for floors. One marked G was obviously for the Ground Floor they got on at. Above that, two rows of six dummy buttons indicated the floors the elevator would bypass. At the top the P button stood for the Penthouse Floor which her father pushed.
"What's that unmarked button at the bottom?" asked the girl.
"Nothing," her father said sternly. "Don't push it. Never. Don't even consider it."
Jocylyn's curious fingers itched to push it, just to see. Instead the elevator rose quickly. At the top the doors opened to reveal a huge yet dimly lit room. "Out we go," her father said.
Glancing around the room, the girl noticed a couple dozen or so men and women, all of which dressed like her parents in black suits or dresses. Most featured a pale, almost pasty complexion on their grim faces. Each held a stemmed glass with a red liquid, probably wine, in it. For being a party, it couldn't be more somber.
The sole exception was the couple who approached the new arrivals. The man with a boyish face wore a light blue leisure suit straight out of the past. The woman had on an orange and yellow gown with spaghetti straps that barely covering her ample bosom. Jocylyn hoped to get even half of the woman's curves when she matured.
"Dan, Daphne," called out the man. "I'm glad you could make it. Maybe you could bring a little life to the party."
"Good to see you, Herm," said her father. "We couldn't turn down the invitation. Trust me, I looked for a loophole."
"And who do we have here?" asked the woman.
"Persephone, this is our youngest daughter," said her mother. "Jocylyn."
"Nice to meet you," the girl said in her shiest voice. "I like your dress."
"Aren't you precious? Thank you. I like yours also. It brings out the green in your eyes. I prefer a gown in a nice spring color like yours, but HE wants me always wearing autumn colors."
"I also like your name. It's pretty and unique."
"Well, finally someone with taste," said the woman. "The only trouble is finding one of those automobile license plate key rings with my name on it."
"Tell me about it," said the girl as she rolled her eyes.
Turning to the parents, the woman continued, "Has it been eleven years already? My, how time flies. An eternity goes like that." She snapped her fingers.
As the conversation paused, Jocylyn scanned the room. She saw no other kids. I wonder where they are, she thought. Am I the only one who got dragged here?
"You might want to find the boss's twins," said Herm, almost like he read her mind. "I think they're in his office down that way."
Jocylyn turned to her father, pleading with her eyes. "Don't worry, dear," her mother said. "You'll have plenty of time to play until midnight."
Bored out of her mind, the girl was glad to have something to do. Now to find the others.
The penthouse had a number of offices along the wall opposite the river view. Jocylyn looked inside several, finding them empty and sparsely furnished. Aside from a desk, a couple of chairs, and some file cabinets, the room appeared bland. It didn't even offer a hint as to what the company did.
When she located an office with double doors, she knew she had arrived. Opening it, she found it opulent with a huge oak desk and plush leather chairs. A portrait hung over a fireplace in a seating area. And two persons sat on the sofa playing cards.
"Hi, I'm Jocylyn Webster."
"Close the door, then," said the boy. "And join us."
"Okay." After closing the door, she wandered over to the sofa. "So, what are you doing?"
"Wasting time until midnight. I'm Nicky and this is my twin sister, Nicole."
"Glad to meet you." She looked at the pair. They appeared to be close to her age. The boy favored the man in the portrait with his raven-black hair, long enough that it covered his ears, and his sturdy jaw. The girl had wheat-colored blonde hair reaching down her back and tied off in a pony tail. Both had broad smiles and were still wearing their school uniforms. That made Jocylyn a bit jealous.
"What's around your neck?" she asked.
"It's a New Year's Eve choker," said Nicole. She touched it and the black band lit up. "Happy New Year," it flashed.
"Neat."
"Here's one for you," said Nicky.
"Could you put it on me?" asked Jocylyn as she pulled her hair out of the way.
"My pleasure." He put it around her neck with a click sound as it fastened. The twins then started giggling.
"What's so funny?" Jocylyn asked.
"You'll find out later," said Nicole.
"So, what do you want to do next?" asked Jocylyn
"Um, we were going to…" started Nicole.
"We could write up our New Year Resolutions," said her brother. He walked over to the desk and pulled out three sheets of paper.
"How do we make one of those?" asked Jocylyn
"Well, there are regular resolutions most people make," said Nicole. "Those are like I give up eating broccoli this year. But our special resolutions are more like wishes."
"Ask yourself a simple question," said Nicky. "What do you want in your Heart of Hearts? What would you give up everything to obtain?"
Jocylyn thought for a full minute while the twins wrote theirs up. "I got it," she finally said.
"Here, use Dad's pen," said Nicky. It was an old quill pen, the kind you dipped into an inkwell to use. He handed it to her with the nib pointed at her hand.
"Ouch," said the girl as she touched it.
"Sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you much."
"No prob. Just a little blood." Jocylyn took the pen and dipped it in the ink. She wrote on the paper. I will not be called the baby of my family ever again.
"Now fold it over," said Nicole. "And don't show it to anyone until after midnight."
"I won't," promised Jocylyn.
With that task complete, Nicky pulled over another chair by the sofa and gestured to the new girl to sit. Jocylyn decided to steal Nicky's former seat on the couch.
Shuffling the cards, Nicky said, "The game is Old Scratch. Sort of like Old Maid, but the unpaired card is the Jack of Spades. You make pairs until only one card is left. If you are holding the card, you have to pay a penalty."
"What kind of penalty?"
"We'll let you know," said Nicole.
Though she was nervous, Jocylyn never saw the Jack during the game. The twins may have exchanged it, but she couldn't tell. When Nicky made the last match, his sister tossed the card down.
"Lose your shoes," said her brother.
When Nicole kicked off her sneakers, Jocylyn realized the nature of the game. "Oh, it's like Strip Poker," she said.
"Are you all right with that?" asked Nicky.
Before she could answer, the girl felt a tingling in her pussy. She had never been this close to a sexy game before. All of a sudden, she was glad she came. "Deal me in," she said.
To speed the game, Nicky removed all the red cards. The twins seemed as excited as the first time player. As the games progressed, Jocylyn saw her luck prevail. For inventing it, Nicky and Nicole weren't very good at the game. Soon he was down to his boxers, cute white ones with little devils on them, while Nicole lost everything but her bra and panties. Jocylyn had only lost her shoes and the disgustingly clingy pantyhose.
"I'd like to change to another game," said Nicole.
"All right," agreed Jocylyn, though she had secretly hoped Nicky would lose just once more.
The boy went over to his father's desk and brought back a bottle and three small glasses. "Here's a new game. 'I Never.' We go around the circle and say something like 'I never drove a car.' If that's true, you're done. But if it isn't, you take a drink." He looked at the new girl. "Don't worry, it's only pomegranate juice."
"Okay. But one thing first." She rose from the sofa and pulled her gown over her head before discarding it on another chair. That left her with only a chemise covering her chest. "I don't want to spill anything on it. My mom would kill me."
"Fine with me," said Nicky with a quirky little laugh. "I'll go first. I never had a cat as a pet." All three of them drank.
"I never had a dog," said Jocylyn. The twins each took a gulp.
"I never had a turtle," said Nicole. Again, all three drank.
The statements and subsequent drinks continued for several rounds. The bottle was still half full when it got back to Nicky. "I never kissed a girl's nipples. But I want to."
Jocylyn put her glass down. Why am I doing this? she thought. With a deep breath, she pulled the chemise over her head and said, "Then go for it."
The boy crawled off the chair and over to the girl. His mouth began lightly licking and kissing the rock-hard right nipple on Jocylyn's almost flat chest. She felt her nerves start firing, sending pleasure sensations around her body.
After a few moments, Jocylyn motioned to Nicole to join them. "I'll do yours later," she promised.
"I'm counting on it," said Nicole before she locked on the left nipple.
The twins had more talented tongues than the girls at the slumber parties. Back there the sensation was nice at best. Here it became overwhelming. Jocylyn's panties were dripping by the time the tongues began tiring.
The trio resumed their resting places in the sitting area. "That was intense," said Jocylyn as she took another drink of the pomegranate juice. "I don't think my panties will dry before midnight."
"We still have an hour or so," said Nicky.
"I can fix those panties for you," offered his sister.
"How?"
Nicole hooked her thumbs in Jocylyn's waistband. Getting the hint, the girl leaned back on the sofa, raising her butt enough to let Nicole pull the garment past her cheeks and down her legs. Once off, Nicole tossed them into the fireplace where they poofed into flames. "Don't worry, you won't need them again."
Before Jocylyn could comprehend the last statement, Nicole had spread the girl's knees apart and began lapping up honey flowing from her pussy. The expert tongue stimulated the virgin opening while fingers teased the magic button. Then Nicole switched, licking the clit while exploring the uncharted opening.
"This is going to hurt," she said as Jocylyn moaned from pleasure. With one swift push, her middle finger tore through the hymen, making the girl a woman.
"Here, taste this," she said, holding her finger to the girl's lips. A few greedy licks cleaned the blood and juices from the digit without a word of protest.
Nicole then added a second finger to her exploration, stretching the canal a little. Jocylyn was still tight. But the practiced fingers found the G spot and sent her new lover over the edge.
The girls collapsed into each other's arms. "That was so wonderful," said Jocylyn. "I could do that forever."
"Just what I wanted to hear," said Nicole. "Rest for a minute, lover, but not too long. You owe me a return adventure."
While the girls finger fucked, Nicky took a seat at the desk. He would eventually take over the family business, and he needed to feel what it was like. It was good to be the male heir.
"Wake up, sleepyheads," said Nicky. "We still have a few minutes before midnight."
"Can't I just stay in Nicole's arms?" asked Jocylyn.
"I'd love that, but you do owe me an orgasm."
Jocylyn kissed the other girl on the lips. "I almost forgot." She crawled out of the embrace and spread butterfly kisses down Nicole's chest. At her bra, Jocylyn popped it open, freeing two small, but firm tits. The girl showered them with more substantial attention, making the nipples stand tall.
Pressed for time, Jocylyn skipped quickly over the firm stomach and went for the panties. Pulling them off like her mentor had done, she too tossed them into the fireplace with another poof. That brought a wicked smile to Nicole's face.
Jocylyn mimicked the actions done to her. Nicole's fluids tasted even sweeter than the girl had expected. She lapped it up like a starving dog.
Nicole held the girl's head down, her lips pinned to a pussy. "Now."
Nicky grabbed Jocylyn's hips and in one swift motion, thrust inside her recently cleared pussy. He held it there, letting the shock lessen. The girl couldn't believe there was that much of a void inside of her that she never knew about.
The girl moaned, never having been so filled before. Stuck between the twins, she continued eating Nicole while clenching Nicky, trying to draw him inside. Soon her body began to quiver. The feeling spread head to toe, the most wonderful, fantastic sensation ever.
Just as she convulsed, she felt Nicky shoot his fluid inside of her. Deep inside. Nicole unexpectedly flooded her mouth at the same time, making the girl choke a little.
Outside, the fireworks began to explode. Jocylyn pretended it was all for her. She could see the bright bursts of color in her head. The clock chimed. Midnight had struck.
Everything was perfect. If only it would go on forever.
It took a few minutes to untangle themselves. "Let's join the others," said Nicky. With the two girls holding each other, he led them out the office door and into the huge room. From the doorway, they could see the finale of the fireworks show still exploding over the river. The lights inside had dimmed even further, giving the viewers a better show.
Even so, almost all of the people dressed in the black outfits were lined up, two by two, waiting for the elevator. The only ones still standing around were her parents, the other couple she had met, and a strange older man in a burgundy robe holding a rolled up parchment scroll. He looked strangely familiar, almost identical to the figure in the office portrait.
It was at that moment that Jocylyn realized that she and the twins were stark naked. And as quickly as that thought struck her, she knew that it didn't matter. She never required those confining clothes again.
The twins walked up to the robed man. "Hello, Dad," said Nicky.
"Hello, Daddy," said Nicole. "Happy New Year."
"Looking good, my little ones. And who do we have here?"
"I'm…I'm Jocylyn," the girl said shyly.
"Our daughter," said her mother.
"I should have known," the robed man said. "It has been eleven years since the last extension you requested. I suppose that I could allow this precious child to replace those unruly twins you shielded last time."
"Couldn't we negotiate?" asked her father.
"Ah, Dan Webster," said the man shaking his head and fingering the scroll. "You never disappoint me. I recall your great-great-great namesake cheating me out of his soul so many years ago. He always wanted to bargain too. Well, what do you propose so that I can turn you down this time?"
"As I remember," started her father, "I signed the contract promising my soul for seven years of prosperous life." The man nodded. "I married my wife during that time period and that New Year's Eve we agreed to relinquish both souls in seven more years." The man nodded again. "Then eleven years ago we appeared at your party with our twins in tow. We renegotiated then for the current extension to allow our daughters to pick up as many undesirable attributes as possible."
"Yes, yes, all that is true."
"While we would gladly release our two souls to you, our twins are not here. I believe they are quite firmly attached to their souls, and you will have a terrible time claiming them. However, we do have an alternative."
The robed man tapped his index finger on his crossed arm. "I'm listening."
"We propose trading the claims on my soul, my wife's soul, and those of our twins for her." Her father pointed at Jocylyn.
The man began to laugh and smoke shot out of his ears. "You must be kidding."
Persephone spoke up. "Dear, I believe they have a point. This girl offers each of us more than their puny souls. I see a deep purple on her lips. She has willingly drunk of the sacred juice. She wears the collar of obedience flashing 'New Year Slut' on it. And her leg bears the telltale fluid leaking from her nether regions."
The man studied the girl in great detail.
"Daddy, we made resolutions." Nicole handed the man the folded papers they had prepared in the office.
He perused the notes.
I wish Jocylyn to be my slut for all eternity.
I wish to make Jocylyn my child bearer for my first born.
I wish to give my soul to free those of my family forever.
The man thought for a moment. "Hermes, please check the child for me."
The man in the blue leisure suit approached Jocylyn and began to sniff. "My nose tells me she has been impregnated in the past few minutes, probably at the stroke of midnight."
Persephone spoke up again. "If she is with child, your grandchild, he or she shall possess their own full soul."
The man let out a huge sigh, enough to shake the building. Turning to the girl, he asked, "Do you understand what is about to happen to you?"
She looked from her parents to Persephone to Nicky and finally Nicole. "I think so."
"You will be my daughter's slut and perform as she chooses. You will bear my son's first child and possibly more in the future. And you will accompany my wife as she requires company in her travels. You will probably never see your family or friends again."
Jocylyn bowed her head. "I understand."
The man held up the scroll that then burst into flames. "It is resolved. I hope never to meet another blasted Daniel Webster again."
While they had talked, the line for the elevator had disappeared. "Hermes, please come with me to my office. I have some paperwork to send with you to headquarters. Everyone else can take the elevator."
As the group moved that way, Jocylyn whispered to Nicky, "That wasn't what I wrote."
"I know. I had to fix it. Your resolution sucked."
The six entered the elevator to find the man from the lobby working the control buttons. Persephone snapped her fingers, and her gown disappeared. Dan's eyes bugged out until his wife put an elbow in his ribs.
"Ground floor," said Dan.
As the car descended Jocylyn gave her parents one last hug. "Goodbye. I love you."
"We love you too," said Dan. "Thank you for the resolution to our family's problem." Turning to the twins, he continued, "And you two better take good care of her."
"We will," said Nicole hugging the girl from the front. "She'll be just like a sister to us."
"And incest is the law of the land where we're going," added Nicky.
At the ground floor, her parents departed. Jocylyn waved one final time. As the doors closed, she felt her pussy tingling. Then she felt Nicky nudging her butt.
"Hold onto my…our sister," he whispered. "You'll never experience a fuck like this."
Then the car fell and Jocylyn knew what he meant. He impaled her on his cock, letting it grow inside of her and joining them together, forever, all the way down the bottomless shaft.