2 comments/ 7110 views/ 4 favorites The Haunting By: sixpe 'Has it got a ghost?' Josie's voice was shrill with excitement at the thought as she looked at the castle. As a castle it wasn't much, more of an old house with battlements and turrets. Still, it was a castle. She had met Ian at college and they had clicked immediately. He had been studying for a degree in Business Management and only much later told her that he was hoping to expand his family's whiskey distilling business in Scotland. She was studying Creative Writing whilst working on her second book. On leaving college they moved in together, but a few weeks later Ian had been called back to Scotland as his father was ill. Ian's father only lasted another week. This was when Ian phoned Josie and told her that he was now the laird, and had a castle. It wasn't a big castle, but it was old. He proposed to her during the telephone call, and at the end of a whirlwind fortnight Ian was driving Josie to her new home as his bride. 'I haven't seen any ghosts, although there is a rumour that one appears whenever the laird is away. Sarah, the housekeeper probably knows more about it than I do.' Like Catherine in 'Northanger Abbey' most of Josie's knowledge of Scottish castles came from fiction. She had expected the housekeeper to be a stern-looking thin woman wearing a black dress and a frilly apron. Instead Sarah was a short plump woman in her late forties dressed in jeans and a tee shirt emblazoned with the name of a designer brand. She soon found that Sarah was more of a member of the family than a servant. Seeing how tired Josie was after the long journey from the South of England, Sarah soon had her settled in bed with a hot cocoa. Rearranging the house took time and energy, and Josie had little time to spend worrying about ghosts as she rearranged a small bedroom as an office for her writing, and spent some time finding her way around the castle. 'Sure you can manage without me, Darling?' Ian asked a few weeks later as he zipped up his suitcase. 'Of course I can. You know Sarah does most of the work anyway. I'll miss you at night though.' 'It's important that I secure this deal to get us into the Japanese markets. You know I have to be there. It's only for ten days.' 'I know. We'll keep your castle safe while you're gallivanting about with geisha girls.' Sarah laughed, accepting his kiss. She sipped at the coffee had brought her as she watched him make the final preparations. She had thought he looked good in jeans and tee shirts at college but was now finding his broad shoulders and height made a suit look good too. As soon as he left the room she ran to the window, which overlooked the castle entrance and watched as he folded himself into the car and drove away. Josie knew the small car was practical but somehow it didn't look right in front of their grand front door. Josie wasn't looking forward to sleeping without Ian at her side so she delayed going to bed until after midnight. She was deep in sleep when something roused her. She knew she had heard a noise, but she didn't know what she had heard. She listened and heard a rattling noise. She switched on the light and heard it again, coming from the direction of the kitchen. Looking for something, anything, to use as a weapon Josie opened the large cupboard in the hallway and pulled out Ian's old hockey stick. It would have to do. Holding the stick firmly she headed downstairs. With all the lights on, Josie checked that the front door was locked, then the back door. Both were secure, and all the windows were closed and barred. Ian's father had been conscious that the lack of immediate neighbours made them vulnerable, and made the house as secure as he could. Josie heard the rattling in the kitchen again, and cautiously tiptoed into in. There was no sign of anything which could have made the metallic noise she had heard. She laughed at herself creeping around a castle in the middle of the night. It felt like something from a horror movie. She grabbed a pickle sandwich and a hunk of cheese. Nothing scary could happen if she had a cheese and pickle sandwich. It was not until she was settled back into bed that she remembered her first day at the castle and Ian telling her that Sarah knew something about a ghost. 'Did you hear anything in the night, Sarah?' 'Yeah. That was Dorothy our ghost. She worries when the laird isn't in the house.' 'Tell me more.' Josie's voice showed eager excitement. 'As soon as I finish making breakfast.' Josie waited impatiently until Sarah dished up cereal and coffee for both of them, and joined her at the table. Sarah sat with a smile on her face, teasing Josie. At last Josie gave into the temptation. 'Come on, spill!' 'Dorothy was the lady of the castle back in ... oh, the eighteenth century I believe. She and the laird were loved by all the staff, and seemed to be a really happy couple. Every so often Dorothy would disappear from the castle for a week or two. Nobody knew where she went, and the laird never mentioned her absences. The laird was killed in a hunting accident during one of the periods when Dorothy was missing. They tried to find her, but nobody could.' Sarah shivered. 'They found her months later, still in the castle. There was a hidden passage in the basement, which led to a dungeon with a tiny cage in it. Poor Dorothy must have starved to death when the laird didn't come back to free her. All the time he must have been imprisoning her regularly and she never told anybody but suffered in silence.' Sarah watched Josie take in the story, her eyes wide. 'What did they do with the cage?' Josie asked. 'It's still down there. Several lairds have tried to remove it, but like magic it always resists any efforts to change it. In the end they just locked the door and left it there.' 'Can I see it?' 'Sorry, only Ian knows where the key is. It is passed from father to son with the lairdship.' 'Oh.' Sarah was surprised at the disappointment on Josie's face. She would not have been surprised if Josie had disappeared into her office to write a story about Dorothy, but instead she seemed more interested in the cage. Eventually the two women parted, each to her own work, and no more was said. Josie waited until Ian had been back for a week before bringing up the subject that had been filling her thoughts ever since that chat with Sarah. 'Can I see your cage?' Ian blinked at her, confused. 'Sarah told me about the ghost. She says the cage is still there, and only you have the key.' 'That's all in Sarah's imagination. There's no such thing as ghosts.' 'I heard her. She's real.' Something in Josie objected to calling Dorothy 'it.' Ian rummaged through the drawers in his study, eventually finding a tiny key which he used it to open a larger box which contained an antique looking key, large and ornate. 'I suppose it won't hurt to look.' Josie had expected the basement to be dark and dank; instead Ian clicked a switch which flooded the area with fluorescent lights. The room was very large, and most of it was filled with shelving units containing boxes, tools and gardening equipment. Ian led Josie through the room, and picked up a lantern before leading her down a darker passage. This was what she had expected; the passage had stone walls and floors, and an arched brick ceiling. As they progressed, she noticed that the walls were getting closer together and the ceiling lower. Ian had to bow his head as they reached the heavy iron door. It was old looking, but Josie knew enough history to suspect that it was imitation Gothic rather than the real thing. 'You sure you want to see this?' he asked in a dolorous voice. Sarah wasn't sure if he was teasing her or not. She nodded. The space behind the door was more like a cupboard than a room. The cage was made of thick bars of metal. It was plainly made to fit the space, as there was barely room to walk around it. A padlock held the door closed, and a key hung from the padlock on a detachable chain. There was a patch on the floor as if something had dripped there a long time ago and stained the cage floor. Josie could barely contain her excitement as she unlocked the padlock and crawled into the cage. Ian watched her with amused bewilderment. The cage was not tall enough to allow her to stand, or even to sit without bowing her head, but if she stayed on all fours like an animal she was fine. Josie guessed that was the point. She twisted herself around to face Ian and handed him the key. 'Lock me in.' She ordered. 'What?' Ian couldn't believe his wife had said that. 'You won't believe how much this is turning me on. Please lock me in.' She grinned and batted her eyelids at him sexily. 'I'll make it worth your while.' Shaking his head, and still looking bemused Ian put the padlock back in place and locked it. 'The big door too?' At her nod he closed and locked the big door, leaving Josie in the darkness of her enclosed space. As the light from his lantern disappeared, Josie pushed against the bars, savouring her imprisonment. This was the fulfilment of many of her fantasies of being locked in a cage. The lock on the big door clunked heavily making it plain she would not get out until she was released. How had it felt for Dorothy, locked in here with no hope of escape? As she heard the lock release Josie had a blinding revelation. 'You're thoughtful tonight. Are you worrying about poor Dorothy stuck in that cage.' This was some time after Josie had dragged him up to the bedroom and showed him how excited being in the cage had made her feel. 'Mm. I think I know what happened. The laird wasn't being cruel, he was as kind as everybody thought. Dorothy liked being locked in that cage for a week or two at a time, and he was indulging her. She died because nobody else knew that she was there. The poor girl must have starved to death when nobody freed her.' 'You think that's likely?' 'I'm sure. That's why her ghost rattles the chains only when the laird is away from the castle and can't release her.' 'In that case I insist that we tell somebody else when I chain you up next time.' Josie looked at him in surprise then kissed him soundly. 'You'll do that for me?' 'Only if and when you want. I haven't the nerve to tell Sarah, you'll have to explain it.' The rest of the conversation consisted of grunts and squeals as Josie showed her appreciation of his understanding. 'Of course I'll be your safety back-up' Sarah confirmed after Josie had made her nervous enquiry. 'I never fancied it myself, but a friend of mine was very into bondage at one time. It was usually my job to release her if she indulged in self bondage. Leave the keys in the big door, so I can free you if Ian can't for any reason.' 'How long for?' Ian asked. 'Until morning. If I like it perhaps we can try for longer spells.' 'Whatever you want. I still think I should install a "panic button."' 'Dungeons don't have panic buttons. Now hurry up and lock me in.' 'Clothes first.' 'What?' Sarah wasn't sure if he meant what she hoped he meant. 'I am not letting my prisoners keep their clothes on.' He did. He had been reading up on bondage. Josie stripped willingly and handed her clothes to him. As they had agreed, Ian put one of the lanterns he had brought with him beside the cage, so that she could see as well as feel her imprisonment. A quick kiss and he held the door of the cage open so that she could back into it and avoid the need to turn around. He closed and locked the cage without looking at her. Ian turned the lock on the big door and hung up the key. Back in his bedroom he thought about his wife locked up in the dungeon below and touched his hard cock. She wasn't the only one excited by this. Josie looked around the cage. Apart from bars and that small stain there was nothing to see except bars and her naked body. The lantern flickered and went out plunging her into darkness. Now she really felt imprisoned. Her heart was in her mouth as she felt around the bars. The cage felt much smaller now that she could not see it. Ian had put a new wick into the lantern, and fastened the cover securely. Josie couldn't imagine how it had failed her so quickly. Then the lock rattled. The cage door had creaked when it was shut and there was no noise to show that it had opened again, but Josie felt something brush very softly against her nipples. There was silence. She could feel no sense of anyone in the cage with her, but then she felt a finger at her pussy, pushing gently inside. Unable to help herself she humped against it, pulling it deeper. Another joined it and Josie forgot her apprehension about what was happening as she exploded into an orgasm. 'Enjoy my cage.' The words were quiet, Josie wasn't absolutely sure she heard them, perhaps it was her imagination, but as she slumped onto the floor of the cage exhausted something brushed against her lips and there was a faint rattle of the chains. Josie was now convinced that she was right about Dorothy and her laird, and sank into a happy sleep. In the morning the stain was no longer on the floor, just a wet puddle where Josie's lust had got the better of her. Josie's life continued for many years as she believed Dorothy's had done. Sarah continued as their safety watch, and when she retired her daughter, Jade continued to perform the same function - with a twist. Her husband, Hank, had the same kink as Josie did, so Josie and Ian served as their safety watchers. It sometimes proved difficult to keep what they were doing secret from their two children, but they managed it. By his late seventies, Ian was getting far too doddery to manage the steps to the basement and their son, Evan took custody of the keys. For obvious reasons he preferred not to take part, but he was quite happy to leave the keys where the three could continue to use them. At eighty five, Josie, now a grandmother five times over, and a great-grandmother twice, was surrounded by her family as she died, including Jade and Hank. She had led a good life and there was a contented smile on her face as Hank closed her eyes. Shortly after Josie's death, Jade locked Hank into the cage. They had been too embarrassed to tell Evan what they were doing, and had since Dorothy's ghost had been silent all this time, the reason for the 'watch' had been forgotten. Only Jade knew where Hank was for that weekend. Lying in bed, far from the basement, Jade heard the cage rattle. Worried for her husband's safety, since she had never heard anything like that before, she hurried to unlock the cage. She found Hank fast asleep on the floor of the cage, clearly in no distress. As she opened the cage to check on him, a tiny voice in her ear said: 'Don't forget the watcher.' There was nobody in sight, and the voice sounded like Josie's. Jade helped Hank from the cage, and explained what she had heard. 'Josie wrote a story once about a ghost. It was never published, but she gave me a copy.' After digging in one of his drawers he found the story about Dorothy's ghost. The two vowed to overcome their embarrassment and tell Evan before looking Hank up the next night. Hank loved the enveloping blackness once the iron door was locked, and stood on all fours. As always he let his animal side out and growled, fantasising about being a dog locked up for bad behaviour. 'What the fuck!' he shouted as something touched his cock. In spite of, or maybe because of, his terror his cock went from hard to super-hard as he clearly felt the phantom touch of fingers. Then he moaned. There was a giggle and more hands were touching him, exciting him until he spurted. As soon as he got his breath back the fingers started again, and he was encouraged back to hardness. They moved slower this time, and he knew they were not trying to hurt him. 'That's better. Now we know you're safe you should have a reward.' The voice was a woman's and soft, but it wasn't anyone he had heard before. Later he was sure that it must have been Dorothy. The fingers moved to his nipples and his cock was encased in a mouth. There was no warmth, but the tongue working on his cock had the desired effect, and another tongue began working on his balls. In spite of the earlier orgasm Hank was getting close again. After the second explosion from his balls Hank sank to the floor of the cage, panting. 'Thank you' he whispered. 'You're welcome. Keep safe.' Two voices chorused as he sank into a deep sleep. In the morning there were three patches of damp in the cage, and Hank was exhausted and happy when Jade released him. The Haunting in Hollow Brooke My name is Stephen Holloway. I'm a twenty-two year old male from a little town in Maine called Hollow Brooke. Currently I'm in college studying Criminal Justice with the hopes of becoming a criminal prosecutor. I'm kind of tall, around 6'2. I have light brown almost blonde hair that comes down to just right above my shoulders. I'm fair skinned and often get told I look like the country singer Keith Urban. I still live at home with my parents. I tried living on the school campus, but I wasn't getting to spend enough time at home with my family. So now I'm back at home and saving my parents some money. My father is a journalist, and a very good one at that. He however is not home as much as my mother would like. That's one of the reasons I decided to come back home. You never know where he will be headed. Sometimes when he travels for work he will be gone for weeks at a time. It all depends on where and what the current big news is. My mother is a tall, slim blonde with an amazing body. She is a physical trainer so she stays in amazing shape. I have always had a very close relationship with her. Whenever dad is gone, she gets lonely and like's to spend a lot of time with my sister and I. My sister is someone very special to me. To start off, we are identical twins and her name is Stephanie. I still to this day call her by Sissy and nothing else. She was born ten seconds after me so I often tease her about being the baby. The first seventeen years of our lives we lived in southern North Carolina. Then Father got transferred here to Maine. I don't mind living here now, but at the time it was horrible. I didn't know anyone here. All of my friends were back in North Carolina. We moved into a really nice house here in Maine. It's a little gated community in Hollow Brooke. My mom thought it was the perfect place to move to because Hollow Brooke is so close to our last name Holloway. All the houses are fairly new, except for the creepy old mansion on the top of the hill that the Sherman's live in. The mansion was built in the mid 1800's for a man known in this town as Dig Em' Up Davis. From the tales I've heard he owned the local cemetery in town. He would go there late at night and dig up freshly buried bodies to take home and do with as he pleased. Some people say he only used them for his own personal sex toys. After he was done fucking them he would burn their bodies in the furnace in the basement. Others say he murdered his wife and their butler because they were having an affair. He burnt the butler's body in the furnace but kept her body in the mansion and would pretend she was still alive. He would prop her dead body up in the corner of their bedroom. Then he would kidnap married woman and fuck them in front of her while she watched. He murdered the woman he kidnapped and put them in the furnace. I don't know what stories, if any, are true, but I do know the man did live there. I also know that in the late 1900's when they refurbished the home they found several ears in jars that he had saved as souvenirs. I have been going to the Sherman's big Halloween parties for five years now. They really do an outstanding job decorating it every year. The Sherman's say it's haunted. Things go missing all the time. They will sit something down and when they go back for it, it won't be there anymore. They also will hear people walking up and down the halls at night. Sometimes when they walk into the kitchen every cabinet door and drawer will be open. I don't think the Sherman's are too scared of the house anymore. I suppose they have just gotten use to all the excitement that goes on inside of their walls. It's a huge dark brick mansion with probably a good fifty windows; all of them with iron bars over them. The house has ivy growing up the walls. The front door is a wide dark brown double door with square panels all along the middle, and a creepy old brass door knocker. They have real grave stones in their front yard to help make it stay creepy looking. Their drive way is long and curvy going uphill and they have a black iron gate at the front entrance. You can see the Sherman's mansion from my bedroom window. Their party is taking place in a couple hours. It's the biggest and most attended party in this town every year. I'm wearing a cowboy costume this year. Usually I go all out for it and try to win the costume contest. This year is different though. I have been going with Sissy every year since we moved to this town. However this year she is going out with some of her old friends from North Carolina. It will not be the same without her. I'm sure I'll know plenty of the people attending though so I'm still going. Sissy and I were always really close, closer than most brothers and sisters. I believe it's because we are twins, we just have a special connection that I have never seen with other siblings. For the most part we do look exactly the same. We both have dark brown eyes and light brown/blonde hair. Mine a little darker than hers. She has beautiful long hair that stops just above her ass. We both have pretty nice figures thanks to mom being a physical trainer and always keeping us on the go. Sissy is in better shape than me though. She is also now a physical trainer at the gym with mom. I've had a strong sexual desire to be with Sissy since I was young. She use to walk around the house when it was just me and her home completely naked. I have always thought she would do that on purpose just to try and catch me looking at her. I remember all of the nights sleeping on the floor in her bedroom. She would often masturbate while I was in the room. I guess she thought I was asleep and that I wouldn't know. I could hear her wet little pussy sounds as she would finger herself. I'd lay there pretending I was asleep slowly jerking off under the blankets to her juicy pussy sounds. I always came as soon as I heard her breathing get harder and her legs squirm under her sheets. I have always wanted to tell her about my true feelings for her. I wouldn't want to ruin the great relationship we have though. I will never tell her my true desires. I get dressed in my cowboy costume for the party. I put on an old brown cowboy hat. A old worn down button up shirt. Found an old pair of my khaki pants that have some dirt stains. Also a nice pair of cowboy boots that I had borrowed from one of my college buddies. Before I head out I check in the bathroom mirror, making sure everything looks alright. I go to the front door and slip on a brown leather jacket to complete my costume. It's a good thing I live just down the street from the Sherman's. There is already no parking on the street. Its nuts how many people come to this party. Walking up the drive way I check out all the decorations, some of them are really scary. You know that one house in your neighborhood that goes all out on Halloween decorations? Well the Sherman's are that family times ten! I get in the house and start talking to all the people who I recognize. I take the basement tour they give every year. You pretty much follow Mr. Sherman down to the basement and he tells you the history of the house. He shows you where the furnace used to be and he always has people hiding behind things to jump out and scare while he is telling the story. He even has some jar of fake ears on display. I go back up to the party and start talking to some friends again. I notice a beautiful woman on the other side of the large dark room. She's wearing a light blue evening gown with sparkling stones and a matching masquerade mask. She has ruby red lipstick on and her blond hairs pulled back. She has fair skin and an amazing figure. I can see her small breasts peeking out of her low cut gown. She must of noticed me looking at her cause here she comes. She walks up to me smiling and looking more radiant than she did from afar. She leaned up to my ear and whispered, "Follow me." She took my hand and guided me up the large dark staircase. I start to feel something come over me. I feel as if someone is watching me walk up the stairs with her and upset about it. Every step I take up the stairs makes me feel really uneasy. I don't know why this suddenly happening. I have felt fine the entire time I've been here. Maybe the feeling are being caused by something supernatural? I've been going to these Halloween parties for the last five years now though and have never had any sort of supernatural experiences. Could I be feeling the pain of all the women that have lost their lives in this house? Could it be some kind of a warning that I'm not aware of? I don;t think I can follow this woman, I have to go back. I pause for a second and just as I do the beautiful woman guiding me turns around puts her hand on my crotch and strokes my soft cock. I can feel myself flinch as her delicate fingers trace over my meat. She leans toward me brings her lips to my ear and slowly runs her tongue along the outside rim of my ear. Sending shivers down my spine. She then softly whispers a second time, "Follow me." I exhale with a deep yearning for this woman whom I don't even know. I continue to follow her. We make it to the top of the stairs. She turns around again leaning in to my ear and says "Wait right here, I'll just be one second." She kisses my neck ever so softly then lightly releases my hand. I feel her fingers run along mine until they fell away. She walks into the room on the right side of the hall. It's very dark in this hallway. The walls are covered in a horrible dark brown wallpaper. The floor is a dark oak with red rugs running all the way to the end of the hall. I see a very old floor length mirror trimmed in a gold brass frame at the very end of the hall. I can see my reflection in it but it's so dark in here I can only see my shadow. There looks to be eight doors down the hall, four on each side. The doors are all directly across from one another. They are very large doors, dark oak and thick trim. They all have really old brass handles with the skeleton key holes. There are brass sconces in between each door down the hall but they are dimmer than a candle. The Sherman's know how to make their house creepy on the inside just as well as they do on the outside. She's coming back to me holding a man's black tie. She leans towards my ear and whispers... "Are you ready for me to make you cum?" I reply with a shaking nervous voice, "Yes." She wraps the black tie around my head covering my eyes and ties it in the back. I can't see a thing. I feel her body brush my hand as she comes around to the front of me. Her hand runs down my arm to my hand. She put her hand around mine and guides me down the hall. We come to a stop and I hear a door knob turn and the door creek as it opens. We start walking in the room. She stops me, still with the tie around my eyes. I ask, "Take the blindfold off now?" She places her finger on my lips and says "Shhh." I feel her fingers on the collar of my shirt starting to undo my buttons. As my shirt begins to come apart I feel her lips on my chest gently kissing my newly exposed skin. She begins to slide my shirt down off my shoulders and her fingers glide down my arms as the shirt falls to the floor. I feel a tug at my waist as she unfastens my belt, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them to the floor. I feel her hands exploring my toned chest. She places a hand on the outside of my underwear and rubs as she licks at my nipple. She then slips them down to the floor and I feel her warm soft lips kiss the tip of my cock. She then starts licking my cock starting at the base sliding it along my shaft and doing circles on the rim of my cock head. Her tongue feels amazing, the warm wetness sliding along my fast growing cock. She wraps her lips around my cock and starts to take me in and out of her warm wet mouth. Her fingers are fondling my balls. It feels so good I'm about to cum. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I put my fingers into her hair that is now down. Her hair feels so soft and long but i cant be sure. I gently hold her head between my fingers as she continues taking my cock deep in her mouth. She starts to speed up I can feel my cock start to erupt in her mouth. I throw my head back and let out a long moan. She continues without pause as I squirt my cum down her throat. She doesn't release my cock from her grip until I let it all out. My body is drained and I feel like I could fall over. I feel her get up and move around to my back and start to untie my blind fold. The blind fold releases its hold on me. I'm standing in a very large master bedroom. The bed in here is an old fashion four post king size canopy bed. All the dark wood furniture matches. The room is lit by one candle stick sitting on the bedside table. I turn to see this amazing woman. I can't believe what I see. "Sissy!?" She looks into my eyes and says, "I'm sorry Bubby, I have been dreaming of this for so long." "Sissy, what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be out with your girlfriends tonight?" "I just told you that so you would not know who I was." "Wow! I cannot believe this! I'm in shock Sissy!?" I take her hand in mine and walk her over to the foot of the bed. We sit down. I tuck the strands of her hair that lay in front of her eye behind her ear. Look into her eyes and say... "Alright, listen. First of all, I have wanted you to do that to me for years. I have been admiring you and your body for as long as I can remember. I have never told you in fear of how you would react." She cuts me off by bringing her finger up to my lips, leans in and kisses me. I bring my hand to her cheek and kiss her back. She swings her leg up and over my lap, shoves my back down onto the bed. She swings her head to the side making her long hair fall to the side of her. We continue to make out passionately. I bring my hands to the zipper on the back of her dress and unzip it. I slip the shoulder straps of the dress forward and she pulls her arms out of it. While she is sitting up I put my hands softly onto her small breasts and lightly squeeze on them. I then pull her upper body closer to me so I can put one of her perky little nipples into mouth and play with it. I flip her over onto the bed pull her dress all the ways off. She lays there on the fluffy red comforter. Her long blonde hair sprawled out behind her head. I say "Sissy, you are so beautiful." She smiled back at me. Her knees bent hanging off the bed and her elbows lifting her back up off of the bed. She starts pinching her nipples and licks her lips then takes her index finger and motions for me to come to her. Taking a deep breath I say, "It's my turn to make you cum for me now Sissy." I get down on my knees in front of the bed. I move my hands up her thighs lightly messaging them. I start planting some love kisses up her legs. When I get to her perfectly groomed pussy I kiss her pussy lips soft and slow. I have been dreaming of being able to kiss these succulent lips for so long. I run my tongue along the outside of each lip like I I'm applying some chap stick to them. Then I press my tongue inside of them. It's a warm wet taste of heaven. I love her taste; I could lick up her sweet juices and never get enough. I feel around the inside of her pussy lips for a good minute. Just exploring every little piece of her perfect little pussy. She must be enjoying it, I haven't even touched her clit as she starts to wrap her legs around my head, pulling my hair with both her hands. Thrusting her hips into my mouth and breathing loud. I stick my tongue into her tight little cunt hole and she starts cumming all over my tongue. I continue to wiggle my tongue in her tight little cunt hole as she is losing control of her body. I look up at her with my tongue still planted firmly in her cunt as she starts to moan. "Yes! Bubby! Don't stop!" I start exploring around her pussy with my tongue again as she starts to loosen up her grip on my hair. I get up onto my feet flip her over onto her hands and knees. Place each of her perfect little ass cheeks into my hands and spread them apart. I lick down her ass crack until I get to her hanging folds and dip my tongue right in for some seconds. Her face and shoulders instantly hit the bed as she lifts her ass up higher in the air for me to dig in. I push my tongue in her hole and back out again to get to her little clit bead. Wiggling her clit around as fast as my tongue can go. I then take my tongue back down into her tight cunt again. Her ass is starting to move, and I grab her upper thighs and pull her up into my face so she can't get away. I slide my tongue back up to her clit again wiggling it around as fast as I can. The top half of her body starts banging against the bed as she starts cumming for me again. She is loud this time as she is flailing around. Not losing grip of her ass I continue to eat her buffet as fast as I can. I taste her yummy juices flow onto my tongue. Shaking my face into her pussy while she gets it all out. I feel her body start to give up as her second orgasm comes to an end. I stick my finger in my mouth lubing it up, and insert it right into her tight little cunt. Her pussy walls wrap tight around my finger as I slowly bring it in and out. I insert a second finger slowly. She is moaning non-stop. I start to move in and out faster, then she starts jamming her hips back in to my hand. She yells, "Oh my god Bubby! Yes!" As she is fucking my fingers I take my other hand and start wiggling her clit with my fingers. She yells, "Fuck yeah! Bubby, I'm cumming for you again!" I keep up with the fast motions my hands are doing because her body is jerking so hard. She falls to the bed. I suck her cum off my fingers, flip her body back around. I tell her to move her head up to the pillows as I climb up onto the bed. I slide my fingers up her legs from her feet, pushing her legs apart. I bring my knees up between her legs. She looks at me smiling. "Bubby you made me cum for you three times. That was insane! Thank you!" I smiled and replied, "How about you cum with my cock inside of you now Sissy." She pulls my body down to hers and kisses me passionately. My cock is so fucking stiff from making her squirm. It slides right in, without even meaning to put it in it yet. Her pussy is so fucking tight around my cock, I'm ready to cum on the first thrust. Still kissing her she lightly bites down on my bottom lip. I tell her "Sissy, don't move. I'm gonna try to hold it." She says to me "Cum in me now Bubby, right now!" She thrusts her hips up as far as they will go, and grabs my ass pulling me in. I start thrusting into her tight little pussy, I can't hold back now she has gone too far. Her luscious little tits are bouncing up in down with each thrust. Her pussy hugging my cock so tight. We're looking into each other's eyes as our mouths both start to open at the same time. We both start to moan. "Yes Bubby! Fuck me like we have both been dreaming about for so long!" We both orgasm together at the same time; her cunt squeezing away at my stiff erupting cock. We never break eye contact during, and watch each other's faces as we cum together. The most intense orgasm I have ever had, by far. I fall to the side of her, lying on my side and looking at her gorgeous body. "Sissy, thank you!" "No, no, no Bubby... Thank you!" We both start laughing as she takes my hand into hers and we just stop to relax for a moment. I close my eyes for a couple seconds, and the pleasure begins to turn to unease. I feel as if we are both being watched. I open my eyes and am overcome with dread. I see an old creepy woman in a long night gown sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. There's a tall old man dressed in an old black suit standing next to her with his arm on her shoulder. They were smiling as the man leaned forward and pushed the candlestick on the night stand over. The table immediately lit up like it had gasoline all over it. We screamed jumped out of bed completely nude and ran out of the room as fast as we could. We weren't even to the stairs yet and the flames were behind us. The Haunting in Hollow Brooke We ran down the stairs and yelled to everyone. "Fire! Everyone get out! Now!" We grabbed two random coats as we ran out the front door. When we got half way down the drive way we turned around. There were flames already coming out of the roof and we could see the old woman and man standing in the doorway. Through the crackling of flame you could hear their eerie laughter. The entire house burnt down. The Sherman's did not make it out. I guess that old man and his wife were trying to claim some more victims, even long after their deaths. The police began their investigation into the fire. Sissy and I were both worried that the fire, and the destruction it caused would be traced back to the nude siblings who were upstairs alone. However, their investigation came to a much more chilling conclusion. The cops concluded it was the basement furnace that started it. The bizarre thing about it is that the furnace was covered up after Davis died. As you can imagine this was a big relief for Sissy and I. Things between us are fantastic, and full of even more sexual tension and desire. I catch her giving me flirtatious winks at the dinner table. Sometimes she even rubs her foot against my crotch while the family eats, as I try not to squirm. As for our next adventure together, I suppose you'll have to wait until next Halloween to see what happens. The Haunting of Ally "That's Ok, just put it right there." It was exciting watching the van being unloaded with various boxes and small items of furniture. The larger things like her bedroom suit had already been delivered, thankfully just in time for her first night at her new house. The word new only pertained to her ownership not the age of the home. The house was one of those that you drive by and are in awe of the detail and craftsmanship but then pity the very same thing for the slight ruin it has fallen into. It was for that reason purchasing the house for the single twenty two year old young woman had been a breeze. A recent inheritance had allowed her to move to the small well established town and buy the home of her dreams. Major repairs such as electrical and plumbing had been taken care of in the weeks prior to her moving in. It was her joy now to be arranging furniture and personal belongings, to decorate and paint the inside as it should be. With boxes empty by the hall, movers sent on their way and the house feeling more and more like her home she settled in for the evening. The house was really rather too large for just one person. Eight bedrooms, three full bathrooms, a kitchen, a study, a living area and a sun room along with gardens and a path down to a small river about half of a mile in walking distance. Still, something about the place had spoken to her the moment she saw it was for sale. Ally had chosen the upstairs front room for her very own. It had a rounded bay window with an excellent window seat that was just perfect for sitting in to read or just gaze out at the serene view. After a long day of arranging the house Ally was more than ready for a long hot bath but took her time to make it perfect. She lit candles in the large bathroom attached to her bedroom. The old tile had faded with age but it's pale blue was soothing. A large claw footed bath tub dominated the room and was Ally's destination. While waiting for the hot water to fill the tub she thought about the newly installed shower across the room but knew a bath would be more relaxing. She added some essential oil of lavender to the water and swirled it around with her hand before turning off the water when the tub was full. Peeling off her jeans and tee shirt she broke with her neat habits and left them on the floor. Her pale pink bra and matching panties joined the pile of clothes. Naked the red haired young woman really showed her beauty. Creamy pale skin was flawless, a grace of her heritage. She looked in the mirror just studying her ample D cup breasts and their perky pink nipples. Hands ran down the flat of her stomach to the jut of hip bones then back over the rounds of her backside. A pose for the mirror and a light laugh that reached to vivid green eyes. Slipping into the velvet smooth bath water she let out a moan for the pleasurable feel of the heat reaching sore muscles. Ally slipped down until the water caressed up to her neck. Closing her eyes it was easy to relax and listen to the natural sounds of the old house as it creaked with the breeze outside or just in that way houses did. With her eyes closed, her breathing nice and even she felt at peace. Then quite suddenly she felt something touch her inner right thigh. Startled she sat up straight and peered at the water. She saw nothing there but her own bare legs. Taking a deep breath and blaming fatigue she was just about to settle back into the water again when that touch came again. Frozen, unable to move away she felt the unseen touch of something run up her thigh and pause so very close to the smooth skin of her sex. The touch was just enough to stir arousal within her regardless her fear of not knowing what was doing this. Telling herself to just calm down and think rationally she pulled the plug on the tub and stood up. Wrapping a towel around her torso and tucking it in to hold around her breasts she shook off the feeling of being touched and went to brush her teeth. After that she was brushing her hair when it happened again. This time it came from behind her and the touch brushed along her upper thigh just below the round of her ass. The hair brush clunked to the tile counter as Ally's hands went to steady herself with a grip to the edge of that counter. This time the touches did not stop. Frozen in fear of the unknown Ally stood there trembling, her hands on the counter, eyes wide looking in the mirror to see if anyone was behind her. She could see nothing and yet that touch felt exactly like hands. Large, male hands. Ally could feel those hands smoothing up her still dewy flesh under the towel to fully grip the rounds of her backside. It was a sensual touch not aggressive but definitely aimed at what it wanted. She felt a cool breeze stir throughout the bathroom that should have no cause for no fan was on, no window open. Several of the candles went out leaving Ally in shadow and flickering light. The mystical hands on her ass kneaded her flesh pulling the twin half globes apart then pushing them together. This had the effect of rubbing her pussy lips together as well causing an unexpected arousal. As if sensing this the touch smoothed down one side of her ass and pushed between her legs. Ally parted her thighs without even thinking what she was doing. The rational part of her mind was just too busy trying to figure out what was happening to her while the pleasure center of her mind was registering a most erotic sensation sliding over her pussy lips. "Oh god..." she breathed out only to hear something of a very faint deeply voiced moan in return. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real. Maybe she had fallen asleep in the tub and was dreaming? She tried to rationalize things as that touch at her sex began to rhythmically rub her. Breathing harder now she couldn't help but know she was becoming wet not from the bath but from this phantasmal touch. She rationed that her imagination must be going wild and that all of this just couldn't be real. But what felt very real was the sensation of a thick finger pushing past those lips and penetrating her sex. She felt what could be a thumb rubbing at that little bundle of nerves sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. The feeling of that finger pushed deeper and then pulled out. Ally was breathless by now and cried out when what felt like two thick fingers thrust fully into her pussy. Gripping onto that countertop she had to lean over it some as whatever this was began to thrust in and out of her pussy. Her own wetness made it easy and filled the room with small wet sounds as she was finger fucked by... by something. What felt like the other hand tugged at her towel. In the mirror she saw it fall away revealing her large breasts that hung down with her lean over the counter. She watched as that plump flesh gave to the imprint of fingers that gripped it roughly and kneaded the firm but soft flesh. That along with the fingers pumping into her had her panting for breath and reaching toward a climax fairly quickly. The view in the mirror should include a man standing behind her, his hand ramming in and out of her pussy from behind while his other hand tweaked and tugged at the nipple of that breast. She could only see her skin turning pink then red under the assault to her breast and feel those thick digits dive into her sex hitting those pleasurable spots over and over. With her head swimming and eyes nearly rolling back in her head Ally came with a cry. Her body trembled and gushed her honey to drip down her thigh. Just as suddenly as it had happened though the touch was gone leaving her pussy gripping at nothing. She could see the finger prints on her breast and knew that something had been in her pussy to cause such a wonderful orgasm. Stumbling back from the counter Ally let the towel fall off of her body barely catching it with one hand. No one was there with her. She wasn't asleep and dreaming. She had just experienced one of the best orgasms of her life with no explanation as to how. Bare foot and still naked she moved into her bedroom and fell to the bed. Not bothering to even cover up she simply let her body and mind remember the sensations she had experienced in the bathroom. Sometime during that attempt at thinking it over Ally fell into an exhausted sleep. The next morning found her no better for answers. She awoke feeling as if she had just had one of the best sexual experiences of her life but there was no one to roll over and tell so. Thinking she must have just been stressed and imagined it all she got cleaned up and started her day. There were endless things to put away and her kitchen to organize. She had paint for the living area and the sunroom needed to be swept out and something put over one of the torn screens to keep the bugs out. Ally only paused for a light lunch then returned to her endless to-do list. By evening she figured she deserved a well earned break and cooked herself a small gourmet meal. It was different using the old fashioned gas stove but Ally wanted to keep the old appliances that gave character to the house. After cleaning up from dinner she headed to the library. It was a dreary room with it's cracked and faded paint, dull dark empty book shelves and cold dark fireplace. The only things in that room was an overstuffed large chair, a lamp and boxes of Ally's books. She searched through a box until she found a novel and went to that chair. Turning on the lamp she settled in and began to read. About half an hour later the lamp to her side flickered. Ally looked at it worried that the electrician had missed a bad wire or something else. Before she could put her book down the lamp went out all together. With the windows in the room shuttered closed it was pitch dark. Her book hit the floor as she started to stand. It was then she felt the cool breeze on her skin. A breeze that shouldn't be there. Continued in part 2.