78 comments/ 289137 views/ 755 favorites The Two-Headed Monster By: Seanathon This short story is an entry for the 2014 Literotica Halloween Contest. If you opened this story from the link on the main contest page, be forewarned that it includes depictions of incest. If that isn't what you were looking for, you may want to hit the back button. Otherwise, read on and, if you enjoy the story, please remember to vote and/or comment! * * * Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the anguished cry from behind the closed door, followed by a heavy thump as something crashed against it. She threw the door open just as he seized the monstrosity again, slamming it hard against the floor. "Zane, what in heaven's name are you doing?!" Her son glanced up in surprise, a complicated jumble of straps and fastenings clenched in his fists. "Fuck...sorry, Mom, I didn't know you were home." "Hey, watch your language! And why are you throwing your Halloween costume around the room?" Zane gazed at the contraption sprawled around his feet, his eyes filled with frustration. "It was all a big, stupid waste of time. Brooklyn can't go to the dance." "What? Why not?" "She hurt her leg at practice," he said, and slammed the harness against the floor in frustration again. "Calm down!" She knelt and pulled the harness away from him, trying to untangle it. "Just because she can't go doesn't mean you have to miss the Halloween dance." "Yeah, right! I'm going to look pretty stupid wearing a two-headed monster costume with only one head." "Why can't you find someone else to go with you?" "Why bother? The whole point of making this stupid costume was so that Brooklyn would go to the dance with me." "Oh, really? Because, I thought the whole point of it was to win the charity prize so you could donate it to the animal shelter. At least, that's what you told me when you begged me to help you finish it on time." "It was...I mean, it is...but this costume is as much Brooklyn's as it is mine. I can't wear it without her." His mom arched an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? She didn't help at all. The only way I even got her measurements was by asking her mom to e-mail them to me." "I know, but she's the only person who can wear it. How am I supposed to find someone else her size when the dance is in less than two hours?" "What about your sister? She's petite like Brooklyn." "Aria? Good luck." "Why not? You and your sister always used to go out together at Halloween." "That was when we were kids. It's different now. She's changed." "No, she hasn't." "You know she has...she's weird now. She never leaves her room. You're wasting your time even asking her." "Well, I'm going to go talk to her and see if I can convince her to go with you." Zane rolled his eyes. "Why bother? I don't even want to go with her. I don't want to go at all now." His mother fixed him with a stern glare. "I spent two weeks working my ass off helping you with that costume. You're wearing it and you're going to that dance, even if I have to strap myself in there with you. Understand?" He lowered his eyes to the tangled mess sprawled across the floor in front of him, and nodded his head in reluctant agreement. * * * Aria was sitting on her bed in her underwear, towel-drying her hair when the door opened. She yanked the blanket up, hurrying to cover her legs. "Oh my god," she said, "can't you knock first?!" Her mom flashed her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, honey, I just wanted to talk to you, but I'm so glad to see you're finally wearing your new undies. They look great on you!" Aria flushed with embarrassment as she pulled the blanket even higher, hiding the lacy bra that matched the tiny pink panties she was wearing. "I don't know why you even bought me these. I told you I needed ones to wear around the house, not to a Victoria's Secret fashion show." "Then why don't you and I go to the mall tomorrow, like we used to. You can pick out some different underwear and we can get you some new clothes, too." Aria shook her head no, and leaned down to grab her hair dryer. "Wait a second, honey, please...before you turn that on, there's something I want to ask you." "What?" Aria said, as she circled her thumb against the on switch. Her mother took a deep breath. "Can you please go with your brother to the Halloween dance tonight?" She answered with a flick of the switch, and the hair dryer roared to life as she bent forward and let her wet hair hang straight down in front of her like a curtain as she blow-dried it. "Aria. Aria!" her mother yelled, trying to be heard over the noise. She rolled her eyes and glanced up as she flicked the switch off, her thumb still firmly pressed against it. "What?" "Your brother needs you to go with him, it's really important." "And what am I supposed to go as, the fucking Hunchback of Notre Dame?! You know I can't dance anymore." "Aria, please, don't start...not tonight. Just come downstairs and see the costume your brother made. He put a lot of hard work into it, but now Brooklyn can't go with him." "So I'm stuck being his date? Why can't he just go alone like he always does?" "It's not like that. It's a two-person costume. No one's even going to recognize you when you're inside it." "What do you mean, like a fake horse or something? I don't want his ass in my face all night." "Honey, please just come downstairs and see it." Aria circled her finger on the switch and then shook her head, her decision made. "I'm not going." "Honey, please -- " The hair dryer screamed back to life, drowning out her mother's voice, and Aria bent forward, running her fingers through her damp, dark hair as she continued to dry it. But then the fan motor suddenly spun to a stop, and the hair dryer went silent. She glared up at her mother, standing beside the bed holding the plug in her hand. "Look, I don't know why you never let me talk to you anymore, but this time you're going to listen. First prize tonight is a five thousand dollar donation to a charity of the winner's choice. Your brother worked his ass off on that costume because he really wants to win it for the animal shelter, and he can't do that without your help. "I can't force you to go to the dance with him, but if you think it's more important to keep sitting in your room and feeling sorry for yourself then your brother's right...you have changed." She bent over and plugged the cord back in, and the hair dryer startled Aria as it leapt back to life in her hand. And she watched, her wet hair matted to her face, as her mother left the room without another word and shut the door behind her. * * * They heard her coming before they saw her, the thump of her cane and the sound as she dragged her foot announcing her arrival. As she limped down the staircase, clutching at the railing, Aria noticed her mom waiting at the bottom. And then she saw her brother. "Oh, man...it's alive," he said. Aria ignored his comment and offered her standard greeting instead. "Hey, loser." "Hey, spaz," he replied with a smile. As she neared the bottom of the stairs her mother, waiting there in case she needed help, moved out of her way. Aria gave her a half-smile and said, "So, where's this crappy costume I keep hearing about?" "Right here," Zane said, and bent to pick up the tangled heap of straps and fastenings. "What the hell is that?" "It's a two-headed monster costume. I designed it myself." "Yeah, I can tell. It looks like shit." "Aria!" her mother said. "Sorry...how does it work?" "It's actually not that complicated," Zane said. "I made it from some of the broken tumbling and spotting harnesses at the gym. Here, let me show you." He came up behind her and placed the rig over her shoulders, letting the jumble of belts hang down to the floor. Aria glanced down at the crazy contraption blanketing her, and said, "Wouldn't it be easier to just cut my head off and sew it to your shoulder?" "Well, it'd be quieter, that's for sure," he answered, as he circled her and tightened the straps around her thighs, waist and torso. He pulled her cane away and she lunged toward the edge of the table for support. "It's okay! I've got you." He caught her around her waist, pulling her back against him in a gentle bear hug as he effortlessly lifted her off her feet. Aria's eyes bugged out in surprise. "What the hell are you doing?!" "Making sure you're the same height as me. We'd be a pretty funny looking two-headed monster with your head coming out of my armpit." She swallowed nervously. "You can put me down if I'm too heavy." "Are you kidding me? I toss girls the same size as you all day long at practice. Mom, can you do us up?" She hurried behind him, connecting belts and tightening straps. As she did, Aria glanced toward the mirror. "Oh my god, I look like a giant baby!" "You are a giant baby," her brother replied. But she didn't respond; she was captivated by the reflection in the mirror. Her brother was more than a foot taller than her and at least a hundred pounds heavier, with broad shoulders and a powerful chest. And with his thick, muscular arms pinning her small frame against him, she really did seem childlike. "It's like an adult-sized baby harness," she said, as she stared at the straps crisscrossing her body. "Exactly," Zane said, and let her go. Aria gasped, expecting to fall, but realized she was suspended from her brother's body, hanging helplessly in front of him with her feet dangling a foot above the ground. Their mom stepped in front and inspected the costume. "How does it feel? Is she too heavy?" "Not at all," Zane said, shifting to adjust the straps around his shoulders. "The harness distributes her weight perfectly." "Well, it doesn't feel perfect to me," Aria said, as she squirmed back and forth, trying to get comfortable. "It doesn't fit right." "That's because you're wearing these stupid sweatpants. You'll have to wear something different when we go to the dance." Aria shook her head. "No, I'm wearing these." Her mom stepped forward and pulled at the heavy fabric. "They're too baggy. Why don't you wear a pair of your gymnastics shorts?" "I can't...I got rid of them." "What? When?" "A while ago, I didn't need them anymore so I donated them." "Well, we can find you another pair." "No! I'm not wearing shorts. I'm wearing these." Her mom shook her head. "Nonsense, just let me call -- " "I'm wearing sweatpants!" Aria shouted, as she squirmed to get free of the harness holding her prisoner. "If that's a problem, then find someone else to wear this stupid thing!" "Calm down, spaz," Zane said, pinning her against him as she struggled. "You can wear whatever you want." After she finally settled down, their mom helped them complete the costume. There was a giant shirt stretched over a fitted frame, oversized pants that hid the fact there were actually two pairs of legs strapped together inside them and, of course, makeup. When they stood in front of the mirror again, Aria was amazed at the finished result. The costume really did make them look like a two-headed version of Frankenstein's monster with her head, as she leaned to one side inside the outfit, sticking out beside her brother's. They appeared to be one giant, barrel-chested creature. If it wasn't for her head sticking out, she thought, you wouldn't even be able to tell her body was strapped inside there against her brother's. With the green makeup her mom had skillfully applied, the two of them had indeed been transformed into one -- a two-headed monster, that is. Zane's arm poked out from the costume's left sleeve while his other arm was inside the suit, wrapped around his little sister's waist as he helped to support her. Aria's right arm was sticking out the other sleeve and she stretched it back across her body, trying to stick her finger inside her brother's nostril. "Hey, stop that!" he said, laughing as he tried to twist his face away from her. "Look, Mom, the two-headed monster is picking his nose." "Pick your own nose," he said, and pinched her side, tickling her inside the costume as she shrieked, squirming helplessly under his powerful fingers. "That's enough," their mom said with a smile, as Zane finally relented and Aria slumped forward, gasping for air from laughing so hard. "It's time to get you two to the dance." * * * As the minivan pulled up in front of the hall, their mom glanced back over her shoulder into the backseat where the two of them were in costume, Aria sitting inside the suit on her brother's lap. "My two little monsters," she said proudly. "Do you want me to come back at ten when the contest is over, or did you want to stay later?" "Hell, no!" Aria said before her brother could answer. "Be outside ten minutes early with the car running. As soon as this contest is over, we're out of here." "Fine. Have fun and stay close to your brother." "Ha ha," Aria said. "Real funny." When they'd finally climbed out of the van, both of them waved goodbye as their mom drove away, their arms comically out of sync. The outfit had thick, heavy boots and as Zane lumbered toward the entrance to the hall, still trying to get used to supporting his sister's extra hundred pounds of weight, he even walked like a monster. They went inside, registered for the contest, and then headed into the throng of partygoers. Many of them were kids from Zane's college, and the ones that recognized him nodded in his direction. As they moved through the crowd, the first thing they noticed was how hot it was; the body heat thrown off from the dancing mob of costumed revelers had definitely kicked the temperature up a notch. But the second thing they noticed was the abundance of sexy costumes; scantily-clad witches, cowgirls and kitty-cats, just to name a few. They were one of a select few who'd actually dressed as a monster. Zane looked around uncomfortably, and mumbled, "This was a bad idea." "How do you think I feel?" Aria whispered. "Every girl here looks like a porn star and I'm the other half of Frankenstein's retarded, two-headed brother!" "No, I mean it...this sucks." Aria couldn't help noticing how everyone kept whispering and pointing at them, and she'd been tempted to hide her head inside the costume as soon as they'd come through the door. But she wasn't sure what had changed her brother's mind. "Why, what's wrong? Am I too heavy?" Zane sighed. "No, it's just...I told everyone I was coming here with Brooklyn. And now they're going to find out I brought my little sister to the dance instead." "Yeah, believe me; I'm not too happy about it either." "I'm actually surprised you even agreed to come." "Dr. Frankenstein's assistant didn't leave me much choice." "Yeah, Mom didn't leave me much choice, either." "Great, now that it's unanimous that neither of us wants to be here, let's get a drink. It's too fucking hot in here." Zane looked at her in surprise. "A drink? You mean booze?" "No, I was hoping you'd stick my head in the water fountain...of course I mean booze! There's a bar over there." He glanced over to where a bartender dressed as a vampire was slinging drinks. "Are you crazy? The sign says you have to be twenty-one. You're only seventeen!" "I'm eighteen, you idiot. My birthday was last week." "Oh, yeah. How come you didn't have a party?" "Because I didn't want a stupid party, but I do want a drink. Carry me over there, that guy isn't ID'ing anyone." As they neared the bar, Zane whispered, "This is a really bad idea." "Don't blow this," she hissed. The bartender looked up at the two of them. "Evening, what can I get you?" Zane swallowed nervously, his eyes darting back and forth across the bottles behind him. "Umm...a Harvey Wallbanger?" The bartender's eyes narrowed and he looked between the two of them as Aria forced out the friendliest smile she could muster. "I'll need to see her ID." The smile faded from Aria's face. "Look at this costume; does it look like I have anywhere to put fucking ID?" Zane's jaw dropped as his eyes went wide with embarrassment, but before he could stop her she continued her tirade. "Half the people here are under age, and you decide to ID us? We're thirty-seven years old you fucking idiot!" Zane clapped his hand over his sister's mouth, apologizing and hurrying away as she screamed obscenities into his palm and tried to twist around in the harness, giving the bartender the finger. Once they were far enough away, Zane removed his hand and said, "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?!" "What's wrong with me?! Who the hell orders a Harvey Wallbanger? Why didn't you just tell him we wanted two beers?!" "I don't know...I guess I thought it'd make me sound older." "Yeah, like seventy-fucking-years-old!" "Well what about you, why did you tell him we were thirty-seven?" "Because it's our combined age, you idiot!" "Oh...well, whatever. If you'd just kept quiet I probably could have got us something." "If you wanted quiet, you should have got a fake head. Walk us around the room," she said, twisting left and right to look around. "Maybe I can swipe someone's drink while they're dancing." "I can't walk when you keep squirming," he said. "You're going to make me lose my balance." "I can't help it; this stupid harness doesn't fit right. It's too tight and it's way too fucking hot inside this thing." "That's because you insisted on wearing those stupid sweatpants and sweatshirt. If you'd just dress like a normal girl -- " "Holy shit, Zaner?" a voice said from behind him. "Is that you, bro? That costume looks fucking awesome!" They turned around and saw a guy dressed up as Hugh Hefner with a blonde girlfriend dressed up as a playboy bunny. Aria couldn't help noticing how the skimpy outfit pushed up her big tits, making them seem even bigger, and she was sure her brother hadn't either. As both of them smiled at her, she had a sudden urge to duck her head inside the costume like a gopher. "Oh, hey Matt," Zane said, "great interception yesterday. It saved the game for us." "Thanks man." He nodded at the blonde beside him. "This is Stacy...she's a fan." She flashed her eyes at him. "Hi, are you on the football team, too?" Before Zane could say a word, Matt answered for him. "Naw, Zaner isn't on the team. He's just a cheerleader." "Oh," she said, disappointment tingeing her voice. "I thought only girls were cheerleaders?" Zane went to respond, but Matt cut him off again. "So, who's this?" Zane swallowed nervously. "Oh, this is...umm...this is my sister, Aria." "No way, you came with your sister?" "Well, Brooklyn was supposed to come with me but she had a bad accident and hurt her leg. So I -- " "Wait a second," Matt said, "what accident? I just saw Brooklyn, she looked fine." "Brooklyn's here?" "Yeah, I just saw her a few minutes ago. Anyways, good luck in the costume contest. Later." As they walked away, Stacy whispered something in Matt's ear and then glanced back with a smirk on her face. Aria's face would have turned red with embarrassment if it hadn't already been painted green. "Why the fuck did you tell him I was your sister?!" Zane ignored her, craning his neck left and right, surveying the crowd as he pushed his way through it. "Where the hell are we going now?!" Aria said. But he kept ignoring her, weaving his way through a crowd of college kids doing the Monster Mash as he made his way back toward the bar. Aria noticed an unguarded drink on a nearby table and was stretching for it when her brother made a hard left, taking it just out of her reach. She was about to tell him to turn around and go back when he suddenly stopped. The Two-Headed Monster A couple was in front of them, both wearing mummy costumes. The guy looked like a poster boy for steroid abuse, with medical gauze stretched clumsily around his bloated muscles like he'd just escaped from an emergency ward. The girl, on the other hand, had short blonde hair and the few ribbons of strategically placed white cloth she'd wrapped around her sexy curves barely concealed what was hiding underneath. Zane stared at her in disbelief. "Brooklyn, what are you doing here?!" She blinked her eyes, stunned by his sudden appearance. "Oh my god...Zane...I thought you said you weren't coming?" "I thought you said you were hurt. What about your leg?" "Oh, it's better. I guess I just...umm...sprained it. You know Chad, right?" Zane nodded. Everyone knew the school's star linebacker. Chad held out his fist and Zane lamely tried to fist bump it with his left hand. As Chad stared at their costume, a confused look crossed his face. "What are you guys, like, the three stooges or something?" Aria sneered. "Yeah, genius, we have two heads and we're the three fucking stooges. Curly just went to the can to have a sh -- " Zane winced, clapping his hand over his sister's mouth. "Sorry! This is my kid sister, Aria. She didn't mean what she just said. I think she's got Tourette's." As Chad narrowed his eyes, watching her as she glared at him, still swearing into her brother's hand, Zane turned back to Brooklyn. "But, I don't understand," he said, "if you felt better why didn't you call me? I thought you wanted to win this contest." She laughed. "Uh, yeah, I do want to win. That's why I didn't want to wear your stupid two-headed monster costume." Zane dropped his hand from his sister's mouth, no longer caring what she said, but Aria fell silent as she glanced back at him. "You said you thought this costume could win the contest." "No, you thought it could win the contest. But this is what people are really looking for," Brooklyn said, and leaned close to Chad as he wrapped his arm around her waist like they were posing for the winning photo. "People want to look at sexy costumes, not ugly monsters. It's the twenty-first century, now, not the nineteen-fifties. Sorry, Zane." He swallowed hard, and said, "Yeah, no problem, I understand. Good luck in the contest, I guess." "Thanks," she said with a half-hearted smile, and pulled Chad's hand as they disappeared into the crowd. "Oh...my...god," Aria said. "What a bitch!" Zane wrapped his arm around her waist to support her and headed toward the door. "Don't say that." "Why not? She is a bitch and the guy she dumped you for is a total douche." "Would you please quit swearing so much? And she didn't dump me. I mean...it's not like we were ever even really going out." "What are you talking about? The way you're always talking about her I figured you guys had already done it." Zane shook his head. "It's not like that, we're just friends. I mean, I like her...I like her a lot...that's why I asked her to go to this dance with me. But, you know, I always see her and Chad talking after practice, so it just makes sense that -- " "Wait, so you've never even gone on a date?!" "It's not that easy, you can't just ask out a girl like Brooklyn." "Uh, yeah, you can. That's why they call it 'asking someone out'. You've got to quit being so afraid to take a chance. If you see something you want, go for it. It's way better to fail than not try at all. But honestly, I think the one who blew it is Brooklyn. You're twice the guy that Chad is, and if she can't see that she's an idiot." Zane stared at the rafters overhead and sighed. "Look, I know you didn't want to come here in the first place. And now neither of us is having much fun and this costume's way too hot. What do you say we just forget the contest and head home?" Aria glanced back at her brother as he wiped away a trickle of sweat rolling down his neck, taking the monster makeup with it and revealing the pale skin beneath. She'd tried to ignore the heat, but she couldn't ignore the heartache in her brother's eyes. "Okay," she said, "let's go home." Zane tightened his grip around her waist, holding her tight against him as he lumbered toward the exit. And then a voice called out from the crowd to their right. "Aria? Is that you?" She didn't hear her name over the thumping bass, but her brother did and turned to see who'd called his sister. A girl dressed as Pocahontas stepped from the crowd, beaming as she recognized her. "Aria! It is you. Where have you been? It's been so long." Aria blinked, surprised to see someone she knew. "Oh...umm...hi Wendy. I've just been...you know...home." "Oh, yeah? That is a fucking awesome costume, by the way." "Uh, thanks," Aria said. "This is my brother, Zane. He made it." Wendy smiled at Zane and her eyes went wide with recognition. "Oh yeah, I know you! Oh my god, I didn't know you were Aria's brother. You're on the team, right?" Zane swallowed nervously. "Uh, no, I'm not on the football team." Wendy laughed. "Our football team? The one with two wins in twelve games? They suck, but that's not the team I'm talking about. You're a base on the cheerleading team, right?" "Uh...yeah...yeah I am." "I watched you guys last week. And you...you were amazing. The way you went from that awesome to that double-down. The strength and control you showed...wow...so impressive. Good luck at the nationals." "Yeah, sure...thanks." Turning back to Aria, she said, "And you. It has been so long since we hung out. You should come by the gym." Aria swallowed, and felt a lump in her throat. "Yeah, I...um...I don't do gymnastics anymore." "Oh, hell, neither do I. You know...not competitively. But what I meant was that you should come down to the gym and help us out with the Rebound program. You'd be perfect for it!" "Rebound?" Aria said. "What's that?" "It's a local charity program that pays for equipment and gym time so kids with a handicap or special needs can learn gymnastics too." "Handicapped kids? Is that why you think I'd be right for it, because of my accident?" "Accident? What, you mean what happened at the State Championships? You're all recovered from that now, right?" "Uh...yeah, sure," Aria said with a weak nod. "I figured so. But, no, what I meant was that you'd be perfect because I remember how much fun you were. And, of course, you were a great teammate too, always willing to help. That's what these kids really need, someone with a positive attitude and a world of patience. That's why I know you'd be perfect. So, will you come down and check it out?" Aria nodded. "Maybe, I mean, I've been really busy lately, but I'll...I'll see what I can do." "Great, I really hope we see you there. Bring your brother too; we're still trying to convince the boys that gymnastics isn't just for girls. And good luck in the costume contest!" As she waved goodbye and disappeared into the crowd, Zane turned and continued toward the exit. "Where are you going?" Aria said. "Outside, I thought you said you wanted to go?" "I changed my mind, we're not leaving. There's no way I'm letting that bitch Brooklyn win just by wrapping a roll of two-ply across her tits." Zane shook his head. "I know what you're saying, Aria, but she was right; this costume was a bad idea." "No it isn't. It looks great. We've got the most original costume in here." "That's not what I mean, I made it wrong. It is way too hot having two people so close together inside, I should have put in fans or something. I don't think I've ever sweated so much in my life. And I can tell you're cooking too." "But what if we found somewhere to change and I took off my sweats? That would make it cooler, I mean, if you're okay with that." "It doesn't bother me. I basically do cheerleading practice every day in my underwear. But what about you, are you okay with it?" Aria took a deep breath and nodded. "I am if it means winning first place." * * * Zane double-checked the door of the designated change room to make sure it was locked. There was a mirror on one wall and a row of lockers on the other, with a sign reminding visitors not to leave any valuables inside. The costume and harness lay discarded on the floor. He'd already stripped down to his boxers, and was waiting for his sister to do the same. "You're sure you're okay with this?" Aria hesitated. It was easy for her brother, whose well-muscled body looked like it had been sculpted. She wasn't nearly as confident. "Turn around," she said. "Why? I'm just going to see you anyways when we put the costume back on." "Just turn around...please." Zane sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned around. He spent all day staring up cheerleader's skirts. He'd seen enough panties to last a lifetime. Aria glanced at her brother to make sure he wasn't peeking and then pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was kicking herself now for not changing out of the sexy pink underwear her mom had insisted on buying her. She wasn't sure why she'd even tried it on in the first place. She draped the sweatshirt over the chair beside her and then pushed down her baggy sweatpants. She was just stepping out of them when she glanced over and caught her brother watching her in the mirror. "Hey!" she cried, as she snatched her pants up and twisted away, trying to hide the ugly scar that ran from thigh to ankle along the inside of her right leg. "I told you not to look!" "I -- I wasn't," he said, as he focused on the ceiling, trying not to stare at her. Aria held onto the chair for support, her head down as she fought against the impulse to cover herself up again. Finally, she said, "Turn around." He did as instructed, waiting with his back to her. When she finally whispered that she was ready he turned back around and saw her waiting by the chair, one hand braced against it to support herself while her other hand was across her chest, trying to cover the lacy pink bra that barely contained her small, pert breasts. Her weight was on her left leg, and she'd turned sideways toward him to keep her right leg hidden. His gaze glided down her sleek frame, she'd always been petite and he could still see traces of the fit, gymnast's body that had once won championships. A lock of her dark hair had come loose from her ponytail, and she brushed it back behind her ear as she glanced up at her brother's eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for?" "Uh, nothing...I was just thinking that this is going to be tougher without Mom's help. This time I'd better put the harness on myself, first." Aria nodded, watching as her brother meticulously wrapped and connected every strap and belt around his sturdy frame. He then walked behind her, pulled the chair away so he could sit on it, and pulled her toward him. She nearly lost her balance, but he snaked his arm around her chest and pulled her upright, settling her into his lap while she draped her arm across her leg, more self-conscious of the scar there than the fact that there was now little more between them than the thinnest layer of silk and cotton. First, he adjusted her so that she was right between his legs, with her firm ass snuggled against his crotch. And then he pulled her close, skin against skin as his strong arm encircled her small waist, holding her against him as he fastened the harness around her midsection and shoulders. Then he leaned into her, bending her forward as he reached around and secured her left thigh. But when he reached for her right thigh she squeezed her legs shut, keeping her hand over her scar. "Aria, it's okay," he whispered. He put his hand on her right thigh, holding it as he pulled his left leg away. His sister, strapped to him, was helpless as he spread her slender legs apart. He quickly reached down and secured the final harness into place, completely binding her to him. He asked if she was okay and she nodded, but her eyes were squeezed shut. She didn't open them again until he'd managed to wrestle the over-sized shirt and pants back on, hiding her nearly naked body inside them. The two-headed monster was whole again, and as her brother walked the two of them toward the mirror Aria checked her makeup. "It actually isn't too bad," she said, as she stretched her arm across to touch up a tiny spot on his neck where he'd wiped the green body paint away. "Now that we're not sweating so much we should be fine." "Okay," Zane said with a deep breath. "Let's get back out there and win this thing." He lumbered toward the stairs and Aria was relieved to find the costume cooler and more comfortable than before. She had mixed feelings about the belts and straps crisscrossed directly against her bare skin, though. Their mother had covered them with soft fabric so they wouldn't rub or chafe, but to Aria they felt like invisible hands, pulling her thighs apart and her shoulders back. But what was really disconcerting was the feel of her brother's hand against her flat tummy, and the butterflies it sent through her. She twisted in his grip, trying to shift position as he whispered, "Quit squirming," in her ear. Aria reluctantly agreed, letting her body settle into the harness and trying to relax as it jostled her up and down, her legs swinging back and forth in tandem with her brother's as he trudged back into the crowded hall. Three scantily clad girls dancing with each other smiled at him as they parted to let him pass, and as Aria twisted her neck to look back at them she realized the tiny, barely-there bikinis they wore were nothing more than strategically placed strips of packaged condoms. She turned back just as a girl in a Minnie Mouse costume, really nothing more than a red bra, panties, high heels and mouse ears, danced in front of them. "Hey, Zane," she purred, "looking good." "Thanks," he said, and tightened his grip on his sister's waist as he clumsily picked his way through the mob. Aria's eyes swept back and forth as they walked, noticing all the nearly naked girls. It seemed like the theme of the party wasn't Halloween, but ABC -- anything but clothes. And apparently her brother had noticed too. She stiffened, and whispered, "What the hell is that?!" "Sorry," her brother whispered back, knowing instantly what she was referring to. He shifted her to one side as he tried to adjust himself, but only succeeded in rubbing his swollen hard-on back and forth against her tiny ass. Aria's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Stop that!" she hissed. "It's not my fault. You keep squirming...rubbing against me." "Don't blame me! You're the one who keeps eye-humping every girl we pass. Do something about it!" "Like what?" "I don't know...what do you at home when you get a boner?!" "Would you be quiet!" he whispered. "Everyone's going to hear you. And I...I can't do what I do at home with you strapped in front of me." Aria flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't mean that! Just make it go down...think of Grandma naked or something." Zane rolled his eyes. "That isn't going to help, and it's never going to go down until you stop moving back and forth...you keep rubbing your bum against it. Hold still and let me see if I can move it out of the way." He moved his arm from around her waist and tried to squeeze his hand behind her, but only succeeded in pushing her underwear down, so that his swollen cock was pressed against her bare ass. Aria's eyes went wide and she frantically pulled her panties back up. She felt like everyone was watching them, and knew exactly what was going on beneath their costume. "Don't do that here!" she hissed. "Go outside where no one can see us." Her brother nodded, wrapping his arm back around her waist as he clomped toward the door and into the night. And as she bounced up and down in the harness, her brother's stiff pole wedged between the cheeks of her ass, Aria felt like the butterflies in her tummy had grown tenfold. * * * Zane had found a bench under a tree beside the hall. He sat heavily down on it, and said, "I think stripping down to our underwear might have been a bad idea." "No shit!" Aria whispered. With the harness holding the two of them tightly together, she had no choice other than to sit directly on his lap, and his thick cock felt like an iron bar beneath her butt. "Quit squirming," he whispered. "I'm not." "You are. You keep wiggling back and forth." "Only because your thing's poking into my ass!" "Sorry," he mumbled, and used his arm to lift her, arching her back as he tried to get his other hand, which he'd pulled inside the costume, between them so he could adjust his cock. But there wasn't enough space between the two of them with the harness keeping her close, and his hand inadvertently slid down the back of his little sister's panties, pushing them halfway down again. "Hey!" Aria cried, lurching inside the costume as she pulled his hand off of her ass and wrestled her panties back into place. "Sorry! It was an accident. Let me try again." Trying to create more room between them, he leaned back so that Aria was lying flat against him. He wedged his left hand between them, trying to slide it down his boxers, and put his right hand on the inside of her leg for support. Aria jolted violently and knocked his hand away. "Don't touch me there!" she cried. Zane noticed other partygoers who had snuck outside for a smoke or a toke looking their way to see what was going on. "Calm down," he whispered, and was relieved when they finally turned around and went back to what they were doing. "Sorry," she said, "I just don't like anyone touching it." "Touching what?" "My scar...it makes me look like something from a freak show." "What are you talking about? It doesn't look bad." "Yeah, right...I saw you staring at it when we were getting changed." "I wasn't staring at your scar." "Don't lie, I saw you in the mirror looking at it, seeing how gross it looks." "No, I wasn't." "Then what were you looking at?" "I was...I was looking at you." As Aria twisted to look at him in the dark, trying to read his face, he said, "You're not the little girl I remember. When I saw you undressing, I realized just how much you've grown up...how beautiful you've become." "Yeah, right," Aria whispered, swallowing nervously as she shifted against his still hard cock, "no one will ever look at me without seeing this scar, and don't lie and try to tell me there's anything beautiful about it." "It is beautiful," he said, and she stiffened as he ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh, tracing her scar. "You should be proud of it. It's like a badge of honor. You told me earlier that if I want something in life I should take a chance and go for it. And when I see this scar it reminds me that's exactly what you did. You knew the risk you were taking when you tried that combination at the state championships, but you knew it was a chance you had to take if you wanted to ever reach the nationals. You could have backed off, could have played it safe, but you didn't -- you went for it. That scar isn't a reminder that you failed, it's a reminder that you tried. And every time I see it, I'm proud of you." Aria nodded as she looked away from him, pretending to watch her breath in the cool night air as she hoped he wouldn't notice the tears welling in her eyes, the catch in her voice. Zane went to slide his hand between them and Aria arched her back, ignoring the pain in her right leg as he pushed his cock down, out of the way. She slumped back against him, feeling his chest rise and fall as they watched the stars above them, the music from inside the hall seeming far, far away. "You ready to go back inside and win this thing?" he whispered. The Two-Headed Monster She nodded. "Let's do it." Holding her tightly around her waist, he stood up. But they'd barely gone three steps when she felt something hard bounce against the soft inside of her thigh. "Oh my god, your thing's out!" she hissed. "Sorry! It popped out the front of my boxers when I stood up." "Why is it still so stiff?!" "Why do you think?" he said as he sat back down on the bench, her soft back pressed against his chest, her bare skin against his legs. He spread his knees and her thighs, harnessed to him, automatically parted, too. She held her breath as he reached between them and tried to steer his stiff length back inside his underwear, but only succeeded in slapping it against the soft inside of her thigh. "What's wrong?" she whispered. "There isn't enough room. Can't you lift your bum any higher?" She arched her back away from him, but the harness kept her close. And now he wasn't just slapping it against her thigh, he was bouncing and rubbing it back and forth against the front of her panties. "Stop that!" she gasped, the inside of the costume suddenly seeming very warm again. "Sorry," he whispered, "it's too stiff." "Yeah, I could fucking tell!" Zane shifted inside the costume. "Maybe if I loosened some of the harnesses I'd be able to reach it better." Aria shook her head. "They'll be calling us in for the final judging any time now. We don't have enough time to get them back together again." "Then what do you want me to do?" "Shh! Let me think," Aria whispered. She sat there for a long moment, and then took a deep breath as she tugged back the shirt's neckhole and peeked inside the costume, staring at the pulse-quickening silhouette jutting up like a missile between her legs. "Did you just check out my cock?!" her brother whispered. "Just seeing what the problem is." And now Aria knew that it was a big problem; one that was at least eight inches long and thick...so fucking thick. She hesitated, knowing the risk involved but knowing she had to take the chance if they wanted to win the contest. Finally, she said, "I can reach it better. Maybe I can get it back inside your boxers." "What? With your hand?" "No, with my mental powers...of course I'm going to use my hand." Before her brother could object she grabbed his stiff length, and her breath caught when she realized he was so thick she couldn't even wrap her fingers completely around it. She instinctively pumped it, giving him two quick strokes. "Sorry!" she said, as he stifled a moan behind her. She hadn't even meant to do it, but it was like her hand had a mind of its own and she blushed with embarrassment. Her brother hadn't said a word, but she heard his breath coming faster as he tightened his grip around her waist. Aria closed her eyes and gently bit her lip, trying to concentrate as she arched her back and tried to bend his stiff pole beneath her. But just as he'd done, all she succeeded in doing was rubbing his rock-hard cock back and forth against the inside of her thigh and the front of her panties. With the harness binding them so close together it seemed like there was little hope; he was too big and too stiff. "You're so fucking hard," she whispered, as her hand pumped up and down his length a few more times. "That's not helping," he groaned in her ear. She nodded, dizzy with the sensation of having her hand wrapped around his swollen length while his own hand was pressed against her flat tummy, his pinky brushing against the lacy waistband of her low-cut panties. She arched her back and he lifted her so she could try again. But this time she didn't seemed to be trying as hard. In fact, it seemed like once his cock was pressed against her crotch she just kept it there, rubbing it back and forth. "Aria..." he moaned in her ear. Both of her hands were inside the costume now and, still keeping a tight grip on her brother's shaft with one, she used the other to pull her tiny pink panties aside. Zane gasped as he felt his little sister circling his knob against her soaked pussy, her small hand tightly gripping his thick length as she rubbed him up and down her smooth slit and teased her clit like his cock was her own personal sex toy. His own hand moved higher, sliding beneath her lacy pink bra as he cupped her small, perfect breast, touched her erect nipple. "Aria...we shouldn't," he gasped. "I know," she moaned, and licked her lips in nervous anticipation as she guided her brother's thick missile lower, lining it up with her tiny hole. "Hey, there you guys are!" a voice shouted from their left. Aria nearly jumped out of her skin, her heart hammering in her chest as she shoved her brother's stiff and swollen cock away like it was radioactive and forced a smile at her friend, Wendy. "I'm so glad I found you, I was worried you guys might have already left. Your costume's been picked as one of the finalists, so you better head back inside. They're about to start judging." "We weren't doing anything!" Aria blurted, as if she hadn't heard a word her friend had said. "We just came outside because it's cooler out here." "Uh...yeah, I figured so. You both look a little overheated. It must be pretty hot inside that costume." Aria nodded. "Oh fuck, yeah." Behind her, Zane was trying to hide his embarrassment. He slid his hand down from his sister's breast and tightened his arm around her waist as he stood up. "Thanks for letting us know," he told Wendy, "we're coming in now." As they followed her friend, Aria tried to catch her breath, still shocked by what had nearly happened. She could feel his heavy cock swinging back and forth between her legs, bouncing against her thighs as he walked. And she started to feel as if his stiff length was the only thing holding her up, like she was perfectly balanced on her brother's steely cock as her legs dangled down helplessly beneath her. But she squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to force the image from her mind as she pulled her panties and bra back into place. When they were inside, Wendy led them backstage where the other finalists for best costume were waiting, including Chad and Brooklyn. Chad scowled when he spotted Aria and turned away, as he pretended to be more interested in the costume a sexy witch beside him was wearing. But Brooklyn headed toward them. "Hey, Zane, I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier...that is a cool costume and you did a great job on it. And I'm sorry I bailed on you, I hope we're still friends. Maybe tomorrow I can call you and make it up to you? Maybe we can go somewhere...or I can come over?" Zane took a deep breath. "Thanks, and your costume's great too, but I'm not sure about tomorrow, I might be busy. I'll text you and, if not, maybe some other time." "Oh...uh, okay," she said, a surprised look on her face as she brushed a loose lock of hair back behind her ear. "Good luck." "You too," he said, as he watched her walk back toward Chad and the rest of the other finalists. Aria was about to say something to him when he asked one of the event volunteers walking by, "How long until we have to go on stage?" "Just a few minutes. We'll be starting the parade soon, and we want you two to go last," she said. "Is there somewhere private we can make a quick costume adjustment? It won't take long." The girl pointed them toward a set of dividers back near where they'd entered the backstage area. As her brother carried her toward them, Aria said, "What costume adjustment?" But Zane didn't answer; he just took her behind the screen. They were barely out of sight of the rest of the contestants and others milling around backstage when he pushed her bra back up and slid his other hand, which was now inside the costume, down the front of her panties. "What are you doing?" Aria gasped, writhing in the harness as his strong hands explored every inch of her nubile young body. "I'm doing what you told me to," he whispered in her ear, spreading his legs wide and forcing her thighs apart. "You said I shouldn't be afraid of taking chances...said if I wanted something bad enough, I should go and get it...and I'm afraid I might never get this chance again." Aria gasped as her brother lifted her, pulling her panties to one side as he lined himself up with her opening. And then she shuddered as he lowered her, and the head of his cock pressed against the tender lips of her pussy and slowly parted them. "Oh fuuuck," she groaned, biting her lip so that she wouldn't cry out loud. Her pussy was still soaked from playing with his cock outside, which made it easier, but his thick pole was stretching her tiny hole painfully wide. She grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard, signaling for him to stop. Zane froze, his strong arms holding his sister tightly against him, with her bra pushed up around her neck and his cock half-buried in her pussy. "Are you okay?" he whispered. She nodded, her heart hammering in her chest as she struggled to get used to his size. "Do you want me to stop?" She quickly shook her head from side to side. "No...oh fuck no. I'm okay, keep going...just go slow." He nodded and she grimaced, squeezing her eyes shut, waves of pleasure and pain crashing through her as her brother lowered her inch by inch, impaling her on his thick pole. Aria gasped, digging her nails into her brother's wrist. "Are you okay?" he whispered. "Was I going too fast?' She shook her head, worried that if she even tried to make a sound she'd cry out in ecstasy. She wished she could see inside the costume, wished she could see her brother's cock buried between her legs. She wasn't even sure how much he had inside her, but she felt like he was splitting her in two. He adjusted his grip around her and slowly leaned forward at his waist until his sister was bent over in front of him, helplessly hanging from the harness with his thick cock plugged inside her. His strength and balance were incredible as he slowly rocked her back and forth, careful not to go too deep as he slid his stiff pole in and out of her tender pussy. Aria's head slumped forward, weak with pleasure as her brother fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. She kept her hand on his hip as she peeked through a break in the dividers to make sure no one had noticed them. The other finalists were already starting to parade onstage; completely oblivious to what was happening behind the screen. Aria glanced back at her brother and whispered, "Hurry, they're starting now!" Zane nodded, tightening his hold on her waist as he fucked her faster, smacking his hips against her beautiful ass as he hammered his thick cock in and out of her snug hole. Every thrust elicited a sharp gasp from his sister, and her eyes fluttered as she felt it building inside her, a slow crescendo that suddenly exploded into a symphony of pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut, a whimper escaping her as she bit her lip hard, fighting the urge to cry out loud as she came all over her brother's cock. He pulled her upright and she groaned as she slid easily down his shaft, his swollen length impossibly deep inside her. "Shh!" he whispered. She'd been so overwhelmed by the orgasm rocking through her that she hadn't even heard the footsteps of the volunteer that had guided them behind the screen. She rapped lightly and then peeked around it. "Are you guys ready?" Aria couldn't talk; all she could do was smile weakly and nod. "Great, we need you on stage now." As the woman turned away Aria took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. And as her brother tightened his hold around her waist she expected him to lift her, letting his slick, swollen shaft slide free. But she was shocked when he started to lumber toward the stage, with her still impaled on his cock. "Zane! What are you doing?" she whispered, stifling groan after groan as every heavy step bounced her up and down on his stiff pole. He didn't answer; he just kept her tightly pinned against his chest, their naked bodies hidden beneath the bulky two-headed monster costume as he walked onstage alongside the other contestants. Aria held her hand up, trying to shield her eyes from the bright lights aimed at the stage. She couldn't see the faceless crowd, clapping and cheering in approval, but she knew they could see her. When her brother had first carried her out in front of them, his thick cock still stuffed inside her soaked pussy, she'd been mortified. But now, as everyone kept applauding, she realized just how perfect their costume was. No one knew what was going on inside it except her and her brother. It was their own secret world, and they were its only inhabitants. And as she felt his hand caressing her breast, his stiff cock throbbing inside her, she couldn't help smiling. But if she'd been shocked when he'd carried her onstage, she was doubly shocked now. Zane's hand slid down from her breast, tightening around her waist. And in an incredible display of strength and control, he lifted his little sister up and down with one arm, working her tight pussy up and down on his cock like she was his personal fucktoy. The people closest to the stage couldn't help noticing the comical way Aria's neck was bobbing in and out of the costume or the comical way her eyes nearly bugged out of her head on every down stroke but, thinking it was part of the act, they laughed and clapped in approval. And as they cheered, she felt any apprehension melt away. Her brother's strong arm was wrapped around her waist, and his slow and steady pace was so effortless that no one in the audience had any clue he was fucking his sister right in front of them, the harness positioning her perfectly in place while the oversized suit completely concealed what was happening underneath. And as a second orgasm flooded through her, she smiled weakly and waved to the crowd. * * * When the two of them were finally back outside they spotted their mother, waving at them from the minivan. Her eyes went wide with delight as soon as she saw the trophy. "Oh my god," she said, as Zane pulled the side door open, "you guys won?!" "We did," he said, handing it to her so she could read the plaque inscribed 1st Place. "That's so great! I knew you could do it. But you guys must be dying to take that costume off. Why don't you do it now and we can throw it in the back?" "Uh...no, that's okay," Zane said. "We've already worn it this long, another ten minutes won't make a difference." He climbed into the van, holding his sister tightly against him, and Aria snuggled into his lap as she settled back against him. "Wow, you look happy!" her mom said, smiling at her in the rearview mirror. "Did you have a good time?" "I did," Aria said, flashing a smile back at her, "and they took a picture when we won." She handed it to her mom. It showed Zane beaming, holding the trophy aloft for the crowd as Aria kissed him on the cheek. "Aww, that's so cute," their mom said, "my little two-headed monster. I bet the animal shelter was excited to hear about the donation." Zane shifted in his seat. "Umm...we actually decided not to give it to them." His mom glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Why not? You kept telling me how much you hoped you could raise money for the shelter." "I know, but...that was actually more Brooklyn's idea than mine. So, since it was thanks to Aria that we won, I figured I'd let her pick the charity." "Oh, that's nice. Who did you pick, honey?" "Umm...it's called Rebound." "Rebound? I've never heard of it." "It's a local program that helps disadvantaged kids through gymnastics and I was...umm...I was thinking maybe I might volunteer there. But I'll need some new clothes, you know, shorts and stuff. Do you think we could go shopping tomorrow like you said?" The look of surprise on her mom's face quickly faded, replaced by a huge grin. "Yes, of course! I'd love that, honey." As her mom concentrated on the road in front of her, Aria looked back at her brother and smiled. He gave her a wink, both of them knowing that ever since they'd got in the van her hands had been busy beneath the costume, stroking his thick cock hard again. Her panties were still sticky from his cum, which had flooded her pussy as he'd fucked her onstage. She smiled as she remembered how his whole body had tensed as he came, struggling to keep his composure as his legs threatened to buckle beneath him. But he had the strength and control of a champion and Aria, rubbing his stiff cock, was hoping for a repeat performance. She squirmed in his lap, pressing his swollen length against the heat radiating from her panties. And as she gently bit her lip, she wondered if her mom would notice her riding her brother's big cock right behind her. But she wasn't nearly as brave as Zane, so she only played with him, using both hands as his own hands wandered across her breasts and between her thighs. And the whole time their mother was in front of them, watching the road, completely oblivious to what was happening in the backseat. Aria sighed and closed her eyes, the feel of the harness reassuring as it connected her to her brother. And as she felt his strong hands stroking her soft skin, she leaned her head back against his, one hand slowly pumping up and down his shaft while the other circled his knob, caressing him. A bottle rocket exploded nearby, and Aria opened her eyes to a dazzling display of fireworks, shooting above the houses two blocks over. The last of the trick-or-treaters had already gone home and the jack-o'-lanterns were dark, but she knew it'd be a while before her neighborhood finally slept, Halloween over. And as she watched a second burst of fireworks light up the darkness she wondered what the rest of the night had in store for the two of them -- her and her own personal two-headed monster. * * * As mentioned at the beginning, this is an entry to the 2014 Literotica Halloween Contest. If you enjoyed it, please don't forget to vote. ~ Seanathon