42 comments/ 284350 views/ 336 favorites A Halloween Mishap By: SaucyEroticProductions All characters and individual material is © Jasmine Becker and Daniel Riverton 2012. All rights Reserved. The work is sexual in nature and may not be to everyone's individual taste. Please do not continue reading unless 18 years or older. Our Halloween entry is finished. Turned out to be a fun little story to write with a lot of laughs and giggles. The subject matter was fun and we tried to go for a...realistic approach as to what would happen if a brother and sister engaged in this sort of thing, initially by mistake. Then of course, it's also Halloween, so the story is themed. There's a bit of buildup but we've tried to add both small and long passages of raw interplay to please everyone with different tastes. Let us know what you think! A Halloween Mishap Maggie gave a shudder. "Fuck yes..." She mumbled and pushed up against him. "Aah, baby, I've fucking missed you doing this. Fuck me, Eric." He gave a grunt of acknowledgment and began fucking her with rhythmic movements, holding her down by way of her shoulders. He felt his cock hardening rapidly within her - she was both hot and wet. "Yeeees..." She gasped. "Keep...that...up!" He leaned down and kissed her, muffling her moans ineffectively. Eric hoped his sister was still very busy in the shower and thrust harder, burying himself inside her and was rewarded with a loud squeal of pleasure. "Uhnn..." Maggie gasped, wrapping her legs tightly around his lower waist and pushing up against him. "yessssss...do me, do me fucking good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He gave her what she wanted, kissed her to muffle her again and held her against the bed. He still couldn't quite mute all the creaking it did. Fuck, he had missed this. He had missed her for the year he'd been gone, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that what he had missed the most was the sensation of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around his cock. Her hot breath in his ear and the small moans escaping from between her lips that he could not completely muffle. "I love what a little slut you are..." He whispered against her lips. "only...for...Ah! Some...you just happen to be one of them...fuck!" She arched, nipping at his chin. She sunk her nails into his back and clawed down his spine. "mmm." She gave a pleased, cooing little moan. "Ah...god yes. I wanna cum with your cock buried deep in me...do me." He did her, slamming her down into the mattress with force enough to make her groan. Her fingers dug deeper into his back and she gave a sudden, sharp inhalation of breath, slamming her heels against his back and moaning loudly. "Fuckfuckfuckkkkk...you're making me fucking cuuuuuuummmm..." She mewled lewdly, licking the side of his neck. The door opened and his sister stuck her head in. "Oh, for FUCK's sake." She exclaimed, backing out again in an instant and slamming the door shut. "Dammit, Maggie!" She shouted through the door, pounding against the thick wood. "Sor...Sorry!" Maggie called out between giggles. Her eyes were still unfocused and glazed from the yet-ongoing orgasm and she gave small, delighted tremors, aftershocks wracking her body as the climax slowly brought her to a standstill. Eric was beyond words, enjoying the sensation of her cunt squeezing his cock tightly. Still, he had just cum and wasn't about to explode again that quickly. And fuck, his sister had stepped in. With a groan he dislodged from Maggie's pussy, causing her to moan. "Fuck..." his sexual partner murmured in a drunken slur. "That was...good." She lay trembling, clutching and releasing the sheets of his bed and gave a girlish, low giggle. He nodded wordlessly. "Better get up before Amber goes berserk. She's probably waiting outside." Maggie gave another giggle and quickly retrieved and put on her clothes. "Zip me up?" She asked and he went to help her with the clothes. When he opened the door, it was indeed his sister's red-faced visage that greeted them. Her face was thunderous. "Mom and dad came home a moment ago! Get in my room, slut!" She ordered, pulling out a still-smiling Maggie and shooting him dark glances that seemed to say 'You promised.' He shrugged helplessly, which only seemed to annoy her further. His door slammed shut and he was left alone. After about half an hour, he heard the two of them leave. Probably wanting to get there early, he thought. He recalled about two Halloweens ago when he had gone dressed as Batman. The costume should still be tucked away in his closet somewhere. Putting thought into action, he found the black costume after only a few minutes of searching in one of the cartons in his closet. He was surprised to find that it still fit him well, mask, cape and everything. "That looks nice, honey." His mom told him when he came downstairs. "Thanks." He sat down, taking a bite and something to drink. He'd never been one to eat a lot of snacks and party food. "Amber already left?" "Mhm, about an hour ago. That friend of her was here too, the one who used to visit when you still lived here." Her expression turned into a slight frown. His mother had never cared much for Maggie. "Margaret" He nodded, smiling slightly at the recent memory. "What about Victoria, sweetheart? When are we meeting her?"She wanted to know. "Hm? Oh...sometime, Mom. Sometime." He brushed the question off, rising. "I'm gonna head out." "Be safe. Make sure your sister doesn't drink too much!" The last part she yelled after him even after he had shut the door. His sister wasn't that much of a drinker, if he remembered correctly. She mostly kept to small, colorful drinks and something fizzy in between. Finding his way to Taylor's house was easy. He remembered where his sister had went when she was smaller. It was the last house on the street, close to the forest. The house next to it, or rather 2 minutes off, was an old mansion that had been uninhabited since the late 1920's. According to the stories -- if you believed them, anyway -- the house had been abandoned because the previous inhabitants had committed suicide within, the father killing off a family of 4 after having lost everything he owned in the great depression. Usually, it was the kind of story that made you smile and say that it was just a myth. Not tonight though. Eric saw the silhouette of the dark house through the already dim illumination of the streetlamps. This far out in the suburbs, not that many kids were trudging around, asking for treats. That worked to their benefit, he supposed. He definitely intended to get laid again tonight, preferably with Maggie. The party was a pretty sombre affair so far. Most people were chatting and drinking, sitting in small clusters. When he entered a few looked up, many of them smiling and waving at him and a few of them even calling his name. Mostly though, these were all his sister's friends and not his. Not that many of them knew him. He got a drink and noticed only faintly that it tasted a bit...strange. "Heeey, college-boy." Emelie came over, clearly recognizable despite the pink mask that was part of her fairy ensemble with a pair of , transparent fabric wings. She had put on a few pounds since last year, but actually looked the better for it. Giving him a hug, she gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Amber said you'd come. I'm glad you did. How're studies treating you?" She leaned towards him. "Not too bad." They spoke for a while, and she told him a couple of things that had happened in school that year -- including her getting accepted to a music college. Emelie was a very skilled violinist. He shared the comment about her looking much like Emily Clarke and she grinned, tossing her hair back, beckoning him. When he moved closer she kissed him. Surprised, he kissed back, tasting strong liquor on her tongue. That was probably why -- Emelie had always had more than a touch of shyness otherwise and they'd never kissed before. "Thanks." She told him after the kiss, promising to talk more later before she was pulled away by one of her friends dressed like Cat woman Classic, he thought while he watched Catwoman's ass bounce merrily beneath the latex costume as the two girls walked away. He spoke to several of the guys at the party next. Turned out that some of them played football as well, and he had known them a year ago. He caught up on how the team had done since he had finished high school, traded some of the latest stories about the games they'd played this year, and found out that several of the girls he'd looked at that night -- including Catwoman and one chick dressed as a smoking hot belly dancer -- had boyfriends and were...off-limits. Always good to know, he reminded himself. He spotted his sister in the crowd now and then, and a pirate-clad chick who could only be Maggie. They were always talking to someone though, or just about to move from one room to the next, so he ended up not really spending any time with either of them. Emelie came back and spoke to him two more times. First wondering if he was single -- the way that a cluster of masked girls nearby were paying close attention, he had no doubt that she was making inquiries for someone else -- and seemed to be delighted when she found out that he was currently unattached. "Wanna head upstairs for a bit?" She asked coyly with only a bit of nervousness in her eyes when she came over the second time, reaching to touch his arm. The look in her eyes, one of the few things visible while she wore that mask. The body he could see beneath parts of that costume was equally inviting. She was curvy, and with a height that would allow for easy messing around. He smiled, and the gesture seemed to encourage her. She moved closer and in anticipation of what she was about to do, he met her lips with his own and gave her a long kiss. When he finally pulled back, she was breathing harder and her eyes slowly traveled down his costume, then up again. "Let's go upstairs." She said again, more decisive this time and took his hand. "Sure thing." He gave her a grin, rose and lead her to the staircase. Just then however, Taylor called for everyone's attention. "It's time for the games to begin!" She said loud enough to be heard in every room of the house. Several people hollered at the announcement, and grins were exchanged. "We've decided that today's first game is gonna be played in the spirit of the holiday!" She giggled, looking around the room. "Seven minutes in heaven, and in the old Peacock house down the street!" Several of the guests laughed. A few looked uncomfortable. Most seemed amused and excited at the prospect. "Come on!" Their host called. "Move your asses! To the Peacock house!" Everyone -- about twenty-five people -- were brought out of the house and they all went down the street to where the old mansion could be found. Some murmured when they approached it, and others no longer seemed as amused by the prospect of playing a game supposed to be exciting and sexual in a place such as that. Taylor's spirit hadn't diminished by the time they arrived at the mansion doors however, or what remained of them. She stood as though lording over everyone in her nurse's outfit -- complete with a white mask. "Thiiiis is the right setting." She concurred with a more-than-tipsy smile playing on her lips. She swung her head, making her blonde curls toss. "And since I'm the host..." "You! Batman!" She pointed at Eric with a salacious expression. "I want you to take a crack at Mrs. Jack Sparrow over there." Her other hand went to Maggie in her costume who uncharacteristically looked down at the gravel. "Seven minutes, whatever you want. But remember, after seven minutes, no more and no less, you'll have to get your asses out of that house!" The others shouted encouragement in the form of mixed profanity and suggestions. He recalled playing the game a few times when he was younger -- much younger. What had been part of it back then obviously was child's play compared to what he was thinking about doing to Maggie inside the house. With a confident smile, he stepped forward and bowed mockingly to Maggie in an imitation of the childish hero he was playing at being. After a moments hesitation, she reached out and clasped her hand in his gloved palm. Her fingers were cold and her eyes and face were hard to make out in the light of the moon. There were no street lanterns in this part of the street. "Let's go!" He made his voice rough and unclear, again mimicking the masked crusader. Several of the onlookers whistled merrily. The entry was easy enough. The doors were unlocked and were easily pushed open and close. The hallway was dank and dark, illumined only by the silvery light of the moon that spilled through the occasional window. The sound from outside seemed muted somehow, and for a wonder there were still drapes in the window. Taking the leading role, he pulled the Pirate-clad Maggie through the hallway into the one of the adjoining rooms. The space was occupied by an antique, polstered chair with ornamented, carved armrests and a couch in much the same style. He pushed her before the dusty couch and looked at her, noticing the moonlight reflecting in her eyes as she gazed out the window. "I want to eat your cunt." He told her harshly, giving her a grin that showed teeth. "Oh...Okay. Do it...go ahead. Do it." She whispered breathily. It was hard to make out her voice, but she sounded...odd. "Eat...eat my cunt! Please..." There was a contradiction in how she blurted out the first part, only to add the second part tentatively -- wanting something but being unsure of it. He thought no more of it and pulled down the skirt of her costume, followed by the panties he quickly tugged to her ankles. The first kiss on her cunt told him that she tasted a little different than usual. He kissed her again and was rewarded with a sharp, indrawn breath and muted moan that curled his toes. "Oh...god..." She whispered, and he could feel her buckle slightly as she grasped for one of the armrests of the couch, holding herself up. A Halloween Mishap Janice blinked and quickly shot a look into the kid's room. A sight of horror met her. Her children were both still in their beds from what she could see, but pillows were lying on top of their faces. They weren't moving. She screamed, screamed as loud as she'd ever done in her life and then bounded down the stairs, four steps at a time towards the master bedroom. She inside just in time to see her husband of nine years finish laying the tied knot about his strong neck. His angular features even seemed rather placid, she thought in the back of her mind as he wound it tight. "Alfred, NO!" She leaped forward, only to helplessly watch as her own body flew straight through the placed footstool and his legs. She rushed straight through it all and through half of the bed. Spinning to face him, she came to watch in time as he kicked the stool free and hung from the beam with a dull 'snap' of bone and cartilage. It was shocking how much it sounded like a dry branch breaking. Janice Peacock was left standing with her mouth open, watching her husband hang. He'd died instantly, at least. But the way something had happened, it bothered her to no end..... She reached out to touch the body of her husband, and her hand went through his still-solid leg, fingers poking out the other side. Shocked, she put her hand through his chest as though not quite believing the consequence. The same thing happened. She swallowed hard. What had... Turning, a slow realization dawned on her. The bed she had shared with her husband was not empty, as it should be. No -- her own body, though she was not covered with a pillow -- lay across the white sheets. She didn't need to walk forward and try to feel her own pulse to know that the eyes of the woman on the bed -- her eyes -- would never open again. Not in life, at least. Janice buried her hands in her incorporeal hands and wept though no one was around to listen to her crying. A Halloween Mishap "Weird." She commented quietly. "Mhm...where do you think they went?" "No idea. Let's get out and head back to Taylor's house." Amber suggested. Eric nodded and reached to open the door. It was locked. "Okay..." Amber said slowly, looking around nervously. "This is getting creepy, bro. They locked us in?" "They're your friends." He pointed out and tried it again. Still locked. Amber looked around. Her gaze swung back suddenly and she parted her lips. A scream burst from her open mouth and she pointed to the stairs. Eric had jumped at his sisters scream and turned to look at what she had seen. He felt his blood run cold. A figure clearly not human was floating down the stairs. A translucent white mist made up her figure -- it was a her, he quickly noticed -- and revealed her to be a woman in what could only be described as a blatantly exposing nightgown. Her hair was dark and curled into ringlets falling over her shoulder and perhaps three inches down her back. She had a buxom, attractive figure, full lips and large, dark eyes that somehow were rimmed in a way that made him sure she'd been weeping...a lot He swallowed. Doing the first best thing he could think, he pushed a gaping Amber behind him in an attempt to shield her. A ghost. A fucking ghost! Unless they'd gotten something at that party that made them both high and hallucinating. That'd explain a lot too. The ghostly apparition had reached him. She was a good deal shorter than him, he noticed. Despite floating off the ground she came perhaps to the upper part of his chest. Gazing up into his eyes, her lips slowly curved into a smile. "Hello." She said and the voice was feminine yet...hollow. Echoing. Hello? He'd read -- and laughed at -- a lot of ghost stories but few of them involved a ghost walking up and saying something as absurd as 'hello'. "Ah...ah...Hello there." He replied. His mouth was dry as dust and he wished that he could muster something a bit...better. Eric swallowed. The woman was looking at him, still smiling. One of her hands slowly rose towards his face. Amber was pressing herself against his back, her hands clutching at his sides. "You're a...ghost." He pointed out uselessly. She flinched at that, but a short nod confirmed what he already knew. "I am." She replied. "I very rarely get any visitors. It gets...lonely. Who might you be, sir?" "Eric." he said mutely. "Eric Carlsen." She gave a polite inclination of her head. "A pleasure, Mr. Carlsen. I would offer you a glass of brandy, but i fear we have none. And your sister?" "Amber. Amber Carlsen." His sister's voice trembled. "Are you going to...i mean...are you going to do something...bad?" "Bad?" The woman's eyes widened. "Oh heavens no! I apologize, dear. It's just..." She paused, stepping backwards a little. "I did not want to interrupt you earlier. You seemed so...preoccupied." Her voice held a note of primness, but amusement tinged it also and her eyes seemed to twinkle. Eric new Amber must be blushing, much like himself. "I'm...sorry if we...ah...bothered you. It won't happen again. I promise." "Absolutely. Promise!" Amber chimed in. "I do not mind you bothering me with...that." Her lips curved into a full smile "You made me curious, so i came to watch. It's been...a long time." She didn't specify what she meant, but from the look she was shooting the both of them -- Amber had finally moved out from behind his back -- it was pretty clear. Ghosts probably didn't get a whole lot of action. "Well..." Eric said, not quite sure how to respond to that. "I'm glad you enjoyed watching. Still...we should really be going, you know. Our parents would worry. Do you mind letting us out?" His sister gave an emphatic nod. The ghosts expression changed to something a bit more...fearful. "Please..." she began, then swallowed. "i do not ask you to stay. As soon as you depart however i will be back to my..." Her eyes fell to the hallway across from the one where they had been. "...grief. I will remain here forever. I want a...pleasant memory." "What exactly can we do?" Eric asked, eager to please her. He wasn't sure exactly how...powerful this ghost was but if it was one lesson that was central to most of the ghost stories he'd read it was that 'pissing off ghosts is a pretty fucking bad idea'. The woman looked at the floor. "It is hard to...ask of a strange gentleman." She mumbled almost inaudibly. Her voice seemed to slide along the walls. "Amber, may i speak with you?" His sister gave him a look, but before he could protest, she slowly stepped forward. The ghost rose from the ground and seemed to whisper in her ear. Amber's eyes widened. Eric frowned. When Amber came to whisper in his ear, the ghost stepped back again. "Apparently." His sister whispered, her gritted teeth obvious "She watched us during...during...the thing but didn't...come. She wants us to do...more for her." He turned to her, eyes wide. "A show." She added. Eric opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again. "Don't piss off a ghost?" Amber whispered almost inaudibly in his ear. He nodded. "If we...help you, you'll open the door for us?" Eric asked, turning to the misty woman. She nodded eagerly in response. "We've done...worse tonight already. A bit more won't kill us." He said slowly. Amber glared at him but nodded slowly. "A bit more." She agreed in a voice that had become slightly unsteady. The ghosts eyes shone eagerly and she was leaning forward. "Kiss your brother, like before. Kiss him." She ordered. Her voice had taken on a breathy, excited tone. Amber looked up at him from below her lashes, biting her lower lip. "Bro..." She murmured uncertainly. She seemed shocked when he was the one who planted a kiss on her lips. Figuring that they might as well be on with it, he grasped her hair like before and pressed her close. From the experience they had, he knew how she liked to be kissed. A bit of tongue and lots of stroking of her body at the same time. Shock melted into compliance as she softened against him and returned the kiss. Very slowly at first. Then something alike to how she had been earlier took over and she french-kissed him as eagerly as he imagined her doing to any boyfriend. "Oh yes...that is it." The ghost whispered. The lower folds of her dress moved as one of her hands was busy beneath the fabric. The other lay in the air, as if unsure of what to do with it. She watched them kiss for perhaps a minute then added in an eager tone of voice. "Touch her. Touch her all over..." The ghost trailed off for a minute then added. "She wants it! She wants you to touch her." Amber's eyes widened and she made as if to protest. He pushed one of his hands down the lining of her skirt, quickly finding her panties and pushing beneath those as well. A muted moan came from his sister's lips as he once again, this time in full knowledge, touched her pussy. The moan was echoed by the eager ghost who's movement beneath her dress had become more violent. Pale mist was coming from between her lips, fogging the surroundings with cold, chill air. "Yes, she loves it." The ghost whispered. Eric turned to her. He was still stroking Amber's sex as he told their onlooker "Pull up your dress around your waist. And show me your breasts." It was hard to tell who was more shocked. Amber looked at him as though he was insane, but another kiss on her lips muted the protests she tried to get through. The ghost looked at him with shock. After a moment she slowly -- inch by inch -- pulled the incorporeal folds of her thin dress up to expose a pussy thatched with what appeared to be downy, dark hair. Two fingers were busily stroking the exposed slit. All of her looked black and white, as though seen trough an archaic television set. Still, she was beautiful. Eric felt that since she had done as she was told...perhaps he had a little bit of control here. A little bit. "What's your name?" He asked her. "Janice..." She responded slowly. Her cheeks were darkened with what he assumed to be a very deep blush. "Janice. Pull down your goddamn dress and show me your lovely breasts." He tried to make his voice in-charge, the way his father would sound when making a decision. Janice floated closer to him. She seemed hesitant, but he loosened the straps of her dress and let it fall. Her breasts were full and with dark nipples. "Like that?" She asked hesitantly, searching his eyes for direction or approval. "Good. Now stroke them with your other hand." One of his fingers was still buried deeply in his sister's wet snatch. He noticed that she got wetter and wetter the more he spoke. When he glanced at her, she was breathing more heavily. As was Janice. Her breathing was labored as she with obvious practice squeezed one breast after the other, her fingers flicking across her sex. "Oh good gracious...oh lord...Sir..." She whimpered, and the sound made him shiver. He forced himself to go on. "Do you like being watched, Janice? Do you like us watching you get off? Come?" The long-dead woman nodded violently. "I do. I love it...oh, watch me." She moaned. "Want me to touch you? Want me to squeeze your breasts? Want me to touch your little cunt?" Wordlessly, she rose higher and within his reach. Her eyes seemed to plead but she seemed unable to make herself say anything or encourage him. Not sure about the result, he extended his hand and cupped it around where her breast would be. A cold sensation met his touch. He could feel something not quite solid, but not quite incorporeal either. It was as though touching a wall of mist that was nearly solid. The effect on her was instantaneous. "Oh good...GOD!" Her fingers intensified their work between her legs and she gripped his wrist with her other hand. Again, the sensation was of something not quite solid. "Going to come? Going to come while we watch you, Janice? You should." He coaxed her, squeezing down harder. That seemed to do the trick. With a scream that seemed to echo and fill the entire hallway, the ghostly Janice arched back, her fingers dug in deeply between her legs. She shuddered and quaked, writhing in the air. With a sudden burst of misty white that sent the chill mist into all directions, she seemed to grow paler and more transparent. Finally she vanished. The last thing he saw of her was a thoroughly satisfied smile creasing her lips. "Thank you..." The murmur seemed to come from all around them at once. Eric shivered. Things were silent for about half a minute. "Bro..." Amber said slowly and he jerked to look at her where she stood -- only inches in front of him. His sister's voice was still strained and she gestured down between her legs where his finger was still buried in her pussy. "Oh...yeah." Eric said, about to withdraw the finger. Something in the way his sister looked at him though...it caught his attention. Her eyes smoldered in a way he'd never noticed before. Where before he'd seen his innocent little baby sister -- Kitten -- he now saw...something else. He pulled her close impulsively and kissed her on the lips again. The tongue-kissing managed to muffle her surprised 'Ah!'. She began returning the kiss seemingly without thought. He pushed his finger in deeper, eliciting another muffled groan from her. She even spread her legs farther apart, offering him access. "Bro..." She mumbled when they parted for air. "Eric!" She exclaimed when he leaned in again, pulling back violently in a way that made his finger leave her cunt with a wet sound. He gazed at her where she stood. Pressed against the wood of the door, she was breathing hard and holding both hands up in an ineffective shield. "We can't...we can't do that." She panted. "God dammit...you're my brother." She looked away, shaking her head. "Let's go, okay? Let's just go." Eric nodded slowly. This was insane. He felt like he couldn't think straight. He needed rest and a shower, and everything would be back to normal. They left the mansion, finding the door open and stepping outside. The air seemed hot compared to inside and they quickly made their way across the street. It wasn't long before they realized -- judging by the lack of lighting and lit houses -- that it must be very early in the morning. The police car outside of Taylor's house was the second surprise. Two police officers -- one man and one woman -- stood speaking to an obviously-upset Maggie. Taylor was there as well. When they came closer, they overheard the conversation. "We checked the entire house, Officer! All of it. They just weren't there. We couldn't reach their cell phones either!" Maggie was saying to the male officer, a burly man who seemed to calmly take notes while the teenager spoke. "I understand, Miss. We'll contact their parents and see if they went home. Anything else you can tell us that might be important?" The officer had a deep voice, but he sounded somewhat bored as though this wasn't the first hysterical teenager he had spoken to that night. "Maggie? What's the matter?" Amber called out when they approached. Her sister's friend turned to her with wide eyes, then ran forward and caught her in a fierce hug. "Fuck! Fuck you, Amber Carlsen. Where the hell did you go?!" Eric wasn't sure but he was pretty sure that Maggie was crying. "In the house, Mags. Where the hell did you go?" Amber frowned, absently comforting her friend. "Where did we go? We called after twenty minutes." She exclaimed with an edge of hysteria. "When you didn't answer, we went inside. It was empty, all of it. Empty rooms and nothing else. You were gone! That was three hours ago!" Her eyes were red-rimmed and filled with tears. Eric felt his blood run cold, as cold as when they'd encountered ghostly Janice. Three hours? "I'm guessing you're Eric and Amber Carlsen?" The approaching male officer asked. "Any explanation for this?" Eric had nodded to the officers question. "I'm not sure what to tell you, Officer. We were in the old house the entire time." Oh yeah, and by the way; we encountered a ghost that made us help her relive her sexual past. We also did some willing incest even after finding out who we were. He had a hard time keeping a straight face but he managed it. "Have you been drinking tonight, miss? Sir? Any drugs? Pot? Pills?" They obviously took him to be older. He shrugged. "Just a glass or two, officer. Nothing serious. I'm sorry if we caused a commotion." The female cop was trying to calm an equally worried Taylor who looked over to them. Amber was shaking her head. The officer came to shine the flashlight into their eyes, then gave a curt nod. "Well, you gave your friends here quite a scare. Be more careful in the future. We'll still have to talk to your parents and you should probably head on home." Eric nodded and bade him a good night before taking both Amber and Maggie on the route home. It was a while before Maggie spoke. She was looking at the both of them. She must think that they were lying, he realized. "Okay, seriously. What the hell happened?" She finally asked. "You scared the crap out of us." Amber took it up. "Sorry. We lost track of time, i guess. We went exploring the house. It's been a long time since we did anything like that together. It was fun." The smile on her face seemed forced even to him, but Maggie seemed to take it for a serious gesture. "Oh..." She frowned. "So you didn't..." "Of course not." Again, Amber laughed. "Noticed right away who it was. I can't believe they sent us in there together like that." Eric stayed silent until they reached Maggie's house. Amber hugged her friend good night. Maggie shot him a final smile -- faltering -- and went inside. By the time they came home, the house was dark and everyone was asleep. "Night." He whispered to his sister before heading to his own room. She gave him a quick, hesitant hug before closing the door. They didn't speak of or say anything else. Eric woke up around noon the next morning. He didn't have a hangover, strangely enough. After a quick shower he prepared some breakfast. Their parents had already left for somewhere and they were home alone at least until dinner time. He didn't see Amber while he prepared bacon and eggs as well as some strong coffee. Coffee was a habit he'd developed at college and he'd been surprised at how quickly it had become part of his day as well as an addiction. He was halfway through his meal when Amber entered the kitchen clad in jeans and a tank top. Her hair was still a mess but caught with a small pink band at the nape of her neck. She froze when she saw him. "Morning, sleeping beauty." He told her cheerily. "Coffee?" "Oh..." She seemed surprised, her eyes searching his. She seemed...different to him somehow. "Yeah...sure. Thanks." On one hand, there was the sweet, pretty baby-sister he'd loved and protected most of his life. On the other hand, however, he could remember what she'd felt like, how those breasts had felt beneath his hands and body and how her pussy had... He was careful to keep a straight face. Eric spoke to her about college and friends, about Maggie and her costume. Amber seemed to relax quickly and soon they were talking just as they always had. "If you fuck her again, tiger, i don't want to be her excuse for coming over. You'll have to tell mom and dad that you're seeing her" She smirked, knowing how mom would take that. "I look forward to the day you introduce your first real boyfriend to dad." He countered with a punch to her shoulder. "The guy'll need a shotgun and camouflage gear to get out of the house in one piece." Amber blushed prettily. Once they were done with breakfast -- or perhaps lunch -- they cleaned up, washed up and Amber went to take a shower. Eric went back to his room to read, pondering as to what to do the rest of the day. Maggie would want to meet him, he supposed. Where he'd previously been eager to however, he found himself not as eager today. He went to sit in front of the computer for a while, browsing Facebook and checking out what people had been up to on Halloween. The topic brought back memories from last night. Part of him was sure they must have imagined Janice, the entire thing. Maybe someone had put a pill in their drinks? He spent some time answering comments before signing out again and heading to Amber's room. They had to speak of this, even if it was uncomfortable. It felt as though his heart was actually hammering against his breastbone when he lifted his hand and knocked on her door. There was a long pause and called "Come in." "Hey, Tiger." Amber greeted him, her smile normal - if a bit nervous. "Kitten." He smiled and sat down on her desk chair His sister wore a pink bathrobe and her hair was plastered wetly against her face and scalp. She'd obviously just gotten out of the shower. Either she didn't realize he could see straight down her robe to the breasts he'd fondled yesterday or she didn't care. Whatever the reason he found himself enjoying the sight. "So what are you up to today?" "Let's...talk." He said instead, looking her in the eyes. "Oh..." her smile faltered a little. "about what?" "About whether Obama or Romney's going to be president -- you know about what, Amber!" He hissed, crossing his arms. She blushed and looked down. "What about it?" she finally asked, meeting his eyes with an uncertain gaze. A Halloween Mishap "You remember it the way i do? The ghost -- Janice? What she did? Everything?" He shivered. "I just wanna make sure I'm not going crazy, okay?" "Oh. Yeah." Amber cleared her throat and brushed a strand of wet hair from her eyes. "Yeah...i guess so." She gave a nervous laugh. "So...ghosts aren't just a bedtime story, are they? That was fucking creepy, seriously." "It was." He agreed. "I wonder who she was. Maybe she was one of the people that died there? The Peacocks?" Amber gave a quick nod at the suggestion. They were quiet for a long time, looking at each other without speaking. He thought he could hear her heart beat. A pin dropping would've sounded as loud as a church bell. "Are we going to talk about...it?" He said after perhaps two minutes of that. Amber flinched. "I don't want to." She whispered almost inaudibly, sounding like a child who really did not want to go to the dentist. "We have to." "Why?" "Because i don't want this ruining us." Eric growled and stood looking down at her. He saw her eyes widen in alarm and noticed her pull back. "That!" He shouted. "I don't want you to flinch every time i reach for you, okay!" Amber closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Do we have to...now?" She asked in the same tone of voice. "The longer we wait the harder it's going to be!" His sister swallowed. "Alright." "Look, Amber. It was a mistake, okay? That's all it was. People make mistakes." Her hand trembled and she clutched her lower leg with it, curling the fingers. "I just don't want you to hate me, bro." She whispered. "Why would i hate you?" Eric demanded. "Because...because i got off on it. Because i got off on it first!" She exclaimed with tears in her eyes. "That's sick, isn't it? It's wrong! You're my brother and i love you! I don't want you looking at me and seeing some freak that belongs on Jerry fucking Springer, okay?" She breathed hard after saying all that. "Jesus, Kitten! What's with the language?" She blushed. "You got off, i got off, everyone would've gotten off. I doubt even a girl's own father could've stopped himself from coming at that point." He soothed her, or tried to. "It's a physical reaction. Do something enough and you cum. It doesn't make you sick or wrong." he paused. "I mean, what we did was, but not getting off in itself." Eric frowned. It was hard to separate the two. "Oh." She said. She shifted and her robe fell open a little further without her noticing or pulling it back up. "So pull yourself together. Ray and Debra won't know what's happened if you start acting like a martian around them, or around me." Amber gave a weak, forced little laugh but nodded. She looked as though she felt a little better. "So...you don't hate me? Find me disgusting?" She whispered. "No! Of course not. I don't even regret doing what we did." He added and saw her shocked expression. "But you're my brother!" She protested. "And we're not gonna marry or anything like that. Or have kids." He sat down in the chair again, sneaking a peek at her almost-exposed breast. Amber nodded slowly. "Look." He continued. "I'm not saying that i would've done it if I'd known from the start. But what's done is done." Eric shrugged and gave his sister a smile, an honest one. "And you're one hell of a lay, Kitten. Whoever guy gets you in the end is gonna be one lucky bastard." She blushed deeply and fidgeted with the border of her robe. "Thanks" She said at last, giving him a giggle that sounded both nervous and real. "And i can tell you that Maggie -- any girl really -- is lucky too. You're...really good. I mean, I've only had.....it a few times, and only with one other guy. But you're..." Amber trailed off, biting her lower lip and looking up at him through her lashes. "Try not to use too much teeth next time." He added dryly, sensing that the tone of the conversation had grown lighter. She laughed out loud at that, then quickly put a hand over her mouth. "Sorry." She grinned. "It...it was my first time. Jesus, i thought i was gonna pass out when you told me to...to do it." "You were still amazing." He assured her. "You too." She took a deep breath, shivering. "Jesus, Eric. The first guy i...i did it to...my own brother." "Did what to?" He asked in mock-confusion. She glared at him but took it as a challenge. "The first guy who's...who's cock i sucked." Her voice took on a now-familiar, raw quality when she said those words. It made him harden instantly. He made himself straighten and stretch casually. "So...are you okay?" She nodded slowly. "I'm good. Thanks." Amber cleared her throat. "Glad to hear it. Come on. Let's fix some popcorn and watch a movie. Take our minds off things." He stood. "No Game of Thrones this time." She warned him and laughed. "What, you're not gonna call Maggie? I'm pretty sure she'd like to...see you again." She infused that sentence with all the suggestiveness it deserved. He shook his head. "I don't want to see Maggie right now." He told her honestly. "Oh." "Yeah." He stepped forward to the side of her bed and she didn't flinch back, though her eyes became rounder. "So...what movie?" She asked, her tone had taken on a quiet quality. "Not sure." He'd stood this close to his sister plenty of times. With their parents gone however, and what had happened...it was very different now, he realized. Not in a bad way. He was just...aware of her. She smelled of peach, and the way that one strand of hair curled wetly to her forehead made her want to brush it aside. He reached down and did just that. She smiled and repeated the gesture. "What's that about, Tiger?" "Say it again, Kitten." He found himself saying. "Say what again?" "What you said earlier." Amber's blue eyes grew wider. She swallowed hard and whispered. "Su...Suck cock." It made him inhale sharply. "Do you like hearing it?" She wanted to know. When he didn't answer but merely looked at her, she shifted on the bed and finally noticed that her left breast was almost bare to his eye. "Sorry!" She quickly mumbled, pulling it closed. "Again." He demanded. Her eyes seemed large as saucers. "Suck cock. I like sucking cock." Her voice was breathless and she swallowed, clearing her throat. "Good?" "Mhmm." He replied, smiling. They looked at each other. After a minute, Amber spoke. "You're looking at me differently, Eric." Her using his first name made his cock throb. "Only because things have changed a little..." He paused "Amber." He added. She swallowed hard again. He could see that her hands were shaking no matter how hard she tried to grip her legs and sheets. The sexual tension in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife. "Tiger." She whispered, looking down. "Stop looking at me like that. Please." "Why?" She looked up at him, her eyes reminiscent of a deer in the headlights. There also seemed to be a challenge in them. His sister stayed silent. He reached down and touched her shoulder, brushing the robe aside. The touch was electrifying to him. He could feel her wet skin beneath his fingers. Partially from the shower, he was sure, but there was the warm feel of perspiration too. Amber's lips had parted, and she looked left and right, only to have herself meeting his eyes again. Eric reached down, shattering the mental boundaries between them and cupped her left breast in his hand. His thumb found her nipple, stiff to a point. He pinched it. "Tiger!" She exclaimed, quivering on her bed. She halfheartedly tried to move away. "We can't do that." "You're not doing anything but laying still. What am i doing?" He didn't let go of her breast, enjoying the feel of it filling his hand. "You're..." She swallowed "You're fondling your little sister's breasts." Her eyes cleared for a moment. "You're my brother." She reminded him. "We shouldn't be doing this!" "I told you i didn't regret it, right?" He reminded her breathlessly. "And are you going to tell anyone that you had your brother in your room, fondling both of your beautiful tits?" With that, he leaned down and cupped the second one. "Eric..." She whispered breathlessly. With a yank, he pulled her robe down to her belly and exposed her upper body. "Eric!" Amber exclaimed. Her eyes were large and her hands were lifted towards him, both trembling. "Say it again." He told her firmly. When she only gaped, he pinched both of her nipples lightly. That got her attention and made her shiver and whimper. "Sucking cock." She panted as though she had run a mile. "I liked sucking my brother's cock." His sister closed her eyes at the admission, running a trembling hand over her forehead. "Look up at me, Kitten." He ordered her. He'd unbuttoned his pants when he told her to say it. When she did as she was told, he demanded of her. "Do you want to suck your brother's cock again?" Her eyes lowered to his crotch as though drawn by a magnet. She parted her lips and shivered. "Eric...fuck...i" "Take your brother's cock out and suck it, Kitten." She gave a tremor at the order. "Now!" He added. Slowly and tenderly, she pushed his pants to the side. She opened the zipper and reached into his briefs. When she pulled it out, she gave a shiver and looked up at him. Her eyes were fogged, and she licked her lips. "Are you sure, Eric?" "Say it again." He told her in response. "No." Amber looked at him for a moment, his throbbing hard cock in her hand, two fingers wrapped delicately around the length as though holding something very fragile. Then, without much of a warning, she turned to him, leaned up and with a wet 'slrrrrp' pushed the length down her wet mouth. Her teeth didn't scrape against it once. "Ooohmmff..." Even a mouth filled like that couldn't completely muffle the moan that came from her. She began sucking eagerly. Her technique had improved markedly from last night. Fingers busy at his balls, she stroked and tickled while her mouth busily sucked and licked his length, the cockhead and the lower shaft. Her eyes were closed, abandoned into the task and hand and seemingly anxious or afraid to leave it and return to reality at hand. Saliva trickled down the underside of his cock and out of the corners of her mouth. She would periodically try to pull back and wipe it clean, but he had moved one of his hands to her hair. Holding her steady and showing her that she should keep going. It was one of the best blow-jobs he'd ever had, and he had no doubt that who was giving it was a big part of that attraction. Within minutes, he was groaning. "Amber..." he gasped. "Fuck...you'll make me cum..." She acknowledged the warning with a loud 'mhmmmmmh' and kept sucking, trying to force herself to take him deeper with mixed results. "Amber...kitten...FUCK! Oh GOD! I'm cumming!" He cried out, glad that no one was home. She didn't pull back when he began cumming in her mouth, even attempting to swallow. Half of it went down her mouth, the other half of his cum she coughed on, leaving a sight to behold when he finally pulled back his cock. She was red-eyed, with a mixture of cum and saliva coating her lips and chin, the mingled fluids dripping trails down her chest. Eyes still slits, she whispered "I like sucking my brother's cock.". Again the admission caused her to shiver and look at him, eyes growing larger when she saw his expression. "What now?" She whispered, slowly wiping her chin with three fingers. From her tone, it was unclear what she meant. "Take off your robe." He told her in a the deep tone of post-orgasmic bliss. She slowly removed the garment. Some of her nervousness seemed to have gone. She crossed her legs when she saw him looking straight at her obviously-slick sex. "You're beautiful" He told her quietly and climbed on her bed. Firmly pushing her legs apart, he leaned down to kiss her cunt. "Oooaah..." She groaned at the touch of his tongue, gripping pillows in her hand. "Fuck...god...fuck this. I want you to lick me. I want you to...to eat my pussy." She whispered. "Of course, baby." She shook her head violently, reaching down and gripping his hair. "Who am i?" She demanded of him... "Kitten?" It was half a question, but he was pretty sure that was what she wanted to hear. She smiled and gave a slow nod. "Kitten." She confirmed. "I've always loved that...ah!...name. Ever since...i was little..." One of her hands came to rest on his head and she pushed him closer. "Eat my pussy, big brother." She ordered breathily. He'd had a lot of practice, though not necessarily with her. Judging by her wetness, she had been sopping for a long time. Amber didn't seem to require complicated techniques. He carefully slid the length of his tongue in and out of her in regular, rhythmic thrusts. Each thrust was rewarded with an inhalation or a moan from her throat. Very soon she was panting loudly and a glance up told him that she was touching the rest of her body as vigorously as his head. "Oh fuck...Eric...if I'd had any idea...oh god...almost...just a bit more." She panted, writhing below him with one hand squeezing her right breast. Suddenly she stiffened and arched back violently, almost pushing his head away. "Fuck! Oh my...FUCK!" The rest of her orgasm turned into a wordless wail muffled by her pressing a pillow against her own face. Juice flowed from her cunt and he kissed, licked and cleaned until she fell back against the bed with every muscle in her body slack and seemingly relaxed. Even after everything that happened, she seemed hesitant when he moved up to kiss her. "I'm still mes-" she murmured against his lips. "I don't give a damn." He interrupted her and gave her a deep kiss. "I love you, Kitten." "Love you too." She whispered breathlessly when he broke the kiss. They lay still for a while, him atop of her. "So, i guess we'll be on Jerry Springer together then, won't we." Amber burst out laughing and giggling. He smiled and pulled her close, stroking her hair. "I don't think we'll be advertising this." His sister didn't reply. She nuzzled against him, seeming very content and relaxed. They lay like that for a long while before rising. Finally and without comment, he dressed and waited for her to do the same. It felt odd to him how...natural it felt. Amber didn't seem that nervous anymore. She smiled when he looked at her dress, gave him a saucy grin that seemed almost natural -- apart from the slight question in her eyes -- when she found him checking out her bare ass. "How about that movie?" He asked her when she'd finished dressing in a pair of tight jeans and a different, low-cut blue top. "Love to!" She opened the door. "Still a couple of hours left until dinner. I'll make the popcorn, you pick the movie. Something good though, tiger!" She warned before heading downstairs into the kitchen. Snow White and the Huntsman was a fairly boring movie in his book. Amber seemed to like it though. Perhaps more for the humorous portrayal than anything else -- his sister often giggled at some of the scenes. During the middle of the movie she grabbed the remote and paused it before turning to him on the couch. "What does this mean, Eric?" She asked, now-familiar uncertainty visible in her expression. "This?" "Us! Do we not date anyone else? Do we date whoever we want, but still do it? Was it a one-time thing? Do i live with you at campus and be your french maid twenty-four-seven from now on? What?" Amber crossed her arms and frowned uncertainly and nervously. "I'm not...sure" He said slowly, at first overwhelmed by the sudden torrent. "Well...figure it out!" "Do you want to date anyone else?" He asked. She shook her head. "Do you want me to?" Amber visibly compressed her lips to a thin line and shook her head firmly. "Then I'd say that's it, wouldn't you? I won't date anyone, you won't either and we'll do...things whenever we can. Sound good?" Her eyes widened. "Just like that?" "Well..." he said slowly. "You know very well we can't marry. I think mom would cut us into stew if she knew." "But..." She continued expectantly. "But" he picked up "maybe until we both find something serious?" She was silent for a long time and then gave a slow nod. "I'd like that." A smile slowly spread on her lips. Eric reached and took her arm, pulling her close. She seemed surprised for a moment, but then melted into him when he gave her a deep kiss. "So..." he murmured in between. "Are you going to tell Maggie why i have to turn her down...or should i?" Her shyness was diminished and she kissed him back quite eagerly She giggled against his lips. "That's your job, tiger." "Mhmmm...i see." He ran a hand under her top and squeezed her breast. She gave a moan and pressed against him. "You...perv" she gasped. "You just had your sister suck you off." A shudder wracked her when he gently pinched her nipple. "If I'd known you were that sensitive, I'd have done that years ago." He mumbled, causing her to giggle again. "The movie..." She moaned after several minutes of heavy making out. He had already pulled down her top on one side and was fondling her exposed breast with one hand. Eric didn't answer but instead kept kissing her. "Eric...Tiger. We can't just...not on the couch." She whispered. "Why not?" She bit her lower lip, having no answer for the question. "Mom and dad..." she began at last. "...won't be home for another hour at least." He finished for her, unhooking her bra beneath her top and pulling both garments to her belly. He looked into her eyes. "I want you. I want to fuck you...Kitten." Amber chewed on her lower lip while offering him a smile. "Alright, alright. Fine." She stood up, quickly pulling down her form-fitting jeans. When her hands went to the panties he stopped her. "Let me..." he said instead and leaned forward, moving his head in height with her crotch. He kissed her cunt through the fabric of her panties, tugging at the material with both hands. "Oh, Eric..." Amber moaned, both of her warm hands coming to rest on his head. Pushing the fabric aside, he began kissing her sex eagerly. He ran his tongue along the slit, teased the small pearl of her clit with the tip of his tongue and finally drove his tongue inside her. She gave a loud coo of utter delight. "Oh...big...fucking...brother." She gasped, then gave a loud whimper and a violent shudder. When he looked up at her, she was licking her lips. "You better put your cock inside of me right away if you want to fuck, before i sit on your face." Amber bit her lower lip as though suddenly shy at what she'd said. Eric unbuttoned his pants and pulled free his half-hard cock. "Kneel." He told her. His sister slowly snaked down in front of him, shyly looking over his hard cock before giving the shaft two tentative licks. He moaned loudly. Amber grinned alluringly, then took the entire length down her wet mouth and sucked without releasing. In no time, he was hard between her lips. He pulled her free with a 'pop' and lifted her up by her waist. She looked down at his cock, then at him and nodded. He slowly lowered her, his cockhead probing her entrance. He almost moaned at the feeling alone. "Push it in..." She demanded between gritted teeth. "Don't make me wait, Tiger. I'm wet already." Eric complied and pushed her down, penetrating her sex with a hard movement. It was easier than the first time, yet still incredibly tight. He did moan out loud at that, settling her in his lap and putting both hands around her slim, feminine form.