****** The Ghost of Hillside Manor - The Horror Continues by Code Hammer ******
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The Ghost of Hillside Manor - The Horror Continues


Chapter 1

1799, what a fine year! My Uncle, George Jackson went mentally insane and his
wife and children gave Hillside Manor to me -- Clinton Jackson and my sister,
Martha. It was a grand home it was. Large for our future family, beautiful lake
and grounds and, of course the family cemetery. I would be happy here.

I never knew what drove my uncle insane but I imagined it was the filthy blacks
that drove him mad and the work that was here. I sold all the slaves except for
two: Mammy Ellen and Jobe, our carriage driver. I needed no slaves to work the
fields, in fact I was wealthy enough I sold a great deal of the land only
keeping 100 acres for myself. I sold 5000 acres at fifty cents an acre and I
had enough money to last me the rest of my life and my future children's life!
I made a very wise decision!

I visited my uncle's grave and wondered what had become of him. What drove him
mad? What happened? Was it this house? The slaves? The work? I would never
understand, but now, the home was mine and I was a gentleman and single to
boot. Our parents passed on leaving my sister without a home, but I was her
brother and my home was hers.

She was perfect. Nice figured woman and very pleasant but detested the blacks
that we had even though we only had two. Matter of fact she treated both of
them like the dirt she walked on. She had the idea that whites were to be the
rulers of America and the Blacks were just to be slaves, but all-in-all, she is
a good woman.

As I was walking up the stairs, the floors creaked every step that I took. The
upstairs was hardly used and it was getting very dirty, and, well, perhaps even
spooky. Martha and I lived on the main floor in, of course, separate bedrooms.
The house had several bedrooms and one room held my interest. It was a nice
room and kept very clean, with lots of drawers and closets and a large poster
bed and a large standing mirror. There was even a balcony going from this room
looking over the small family cemetery.

Finally I was in the attic which was cluttered and in the corner was my uncles
trunk. It took me a while to break the lock but soon I found myself going
through the contents. Ah, a diary! Now this will be interesting to read in my
spare time on the porch or in bed. At the bottom of the trunk was a very large
dildo. I just wondered what kind of woman would be able to take such a large
item. I left it in the trunk as I continued my search.

I found myself in the kitchen and mammy Ellen was baking bread -- ah what a
wonderful smell! To the side was a door, which I figured led to the basement of
the house. The stairs going down was extremely creaky as I slowly made my way
down. I lit a torch and visited each room but there was one--a room with an
iron door.

I used all my weight and finally the door gave and I slowly walked in. What a
strange room! Chains on the wall, several tables and whips hanging in several
places. This must have been a slave punishment room, but why in the house? I
felt a stirring in my crotch. It was a strange feeling, something eerie. I lit
some candles that were all over the room and the whole room brightened. My God,
more dildos lying on benches and the floor and on the tables. Strangely my dick
was getting hard! Thoughts were going through my head of bringing a woman here-
-but why? I was a good man and this room was all perversion! I smiled wanting
this room for my own secret sexual pleasure, oh no, I could not think of such
vile things.

My dick started to ache and I looked around, making sure I was alone and then I
unbuttoned my pants and brought out my very hard and aching dick. It felt good
to my touch. I started to slowly stroke my member looking at all this
perversion. It was maddening just looking at all these things and the more I
looked the more perverse I was feeling.

I leaned against the wall while stroking my dick. A little faster and faster
still, then my seed shot almost across the entire room, then I started to feel
guilty. I wondered who used this room. Surely not a white woman. Maybe Uncle
had sexual perversions on his black girls. Hey, I bet I was right! I wonder how
it would feel to bring a slave here and use all this? I shook my head of these
feelings, put my dick back in my pants and slowly exited the room and made my
way upstairs.


Chapter 2

Thoughts of this room were going through my mind. I had money, why not have a
little perversion in my life? Why not go to the slave market and buy a young
woman for my sexual pleasure. Oh No, this was wrong! Perhaps it WAS wrong, but
I was curious. In my deep thoughts, my dick was getting hard again.

"Brother what are you thinking about?" Asked Martha as she sat down beside me.
I realized I had my hand on my dick and quickly moved it away not wanting her
to see what my thoughts were making me do.

"No thoughts at all Dear Sister," I commented.

"I must go to town to the market today and told Jobe to bring the carriage
around," she said fanning herself.

"I will go also," I said smiling.

The town was crowed as usual. Martha went to the Merchantile and I just walked
around the town. Soon I heard the auction down the street. I do not know what
compelled me to do so, but I went in the direction of the bidding. It was a
slave market! I stood at the front row so I could have a good view. All the
black women were stripped to the waist exposing their breasts. This was making
me sexually excited again. I thought about buying one of these young girls and
taking her to that room in the basement. No, I could not do such a thing! What
would Martha think of me?

My thoughts were going back to that room as we drove back to the manor house. I
could not shake these feelings! I looked over at Martha. I wondered how she
would look chained to the wall being whipped moving in sexual pain. God, what
is happening? I had to get rid of that room!

I helped Martha carry her packages in the house, then I went upstairs, like I
was being led. Something just pushed me into a room and I closed the door. I
went out to the balcony and looked over the quiet cemetery.

"Help me," I heard a whispered voice say. It came from the room but there was
no one. It was a girl's voice. Perhaps it was the wind? Yes, that was it, the
wind. I went to the mirror and adjusted my shirt. This mirror seemed very
uncanny. It was warm to the touch. Then in my soul I felt horror and was
scared. I backed out of the room and ran downstairs. I think my imagination was
taking over my mind.

I walked out into the yard heading for the stable and I heard a voice and froze
in my tracks. It was Martha's voice coming from deep into the stable. Why was
she here? She never goes here? Carefully I went in and slowly followed the
voice. Finally the voice was louder coming from the stall room. I pressed my
eyes to the wall and peeked into this room.

There sitting on a stool next to our horse, was Martha. My eyes looked hard and
then I was shocked! Martha had the horse dick in her hands gently talking to
the horse with a soothing voice. The horse's member was huge. About 22 inches!!
After all these years I am to find out my sister was perverted? This can't be!
She, then, bent over and started licking that monster dick. My dick sprang to
life as she put part of that dick into her mouth and moaned slightly. Then out
of the shadows a figure appeared which I recognized as Jobe and he was naked
supporting a hard on which was about 10 inches long! He moved beside her and
ran his dick all over Martha's face until she removed the horse dick from her
mouth and eagerly took Jobe's dick and started to suck.

My dick was aching, so I pulled it out slowly stroking. This wasn't right!!
Martha hated the blacks and here she was sucking a black dick! This made no
sense to me at all! Jobe, then, picked Martha up and bent her over. He raised
her dress and petticoats and spread her legs giving me a view of her perfectly
formed ass! My God, she started to suck the horse again while Jobe entered her
pussy from behind! This was not happening! Jobe was calling her a white bitch
and all sorts of vile names as I watched her being fucked.

God, I could watch no more! I would sell Jobe the first chance I got! But how
would I approach Martha in this matter without admitting I spied on her? I
slowly left the stable and went to the house and went upstairs to that room
again. Why did I always come here! I stood in front of the mirror and had this
strange urge to bring out my dick and watch myself jack off. Some of my cum hit
the mirror and I heard a moan. I looked around and no one.


Chapter 3

That night I lay in bed thinking of what had happened today. Did Martha really
let a black man fuck her? Why am I turned on so much to these sexual thoughts?
I pulled up my night shirt and fondled myself hard. I stood up and took off my
shirt. I slowly walked down the hall completely naked. There, right there was
Martha's room. Do I dare? I started to turn the door knob, but changed my mind
and walked upstairs to that room again! Why was this room so special to me. I
admired myself in the mirror. I closed my eyes slowly jacking.

"Brother? is there anything wrong?" I froze with my hand on my dick and looked
in the reflection of the mirror. It was Martha standing in the doorway. I could
see through her nightgown as I slowly turned holding my erect manhood in my
hand.

"Come to me, Sister," I whispered. She smiled and slowly came to me. Her face
looked different, looking deep into my eyes as she slowly took off her gown.
She was beautiful! No flaws on her body at all and a perfect figure as I slowly
started to jack off.

"Do you want me dear Brother," she whispered cupping her breasts in her hand.

"Oh God yes," I whispered holding out my hand to her. We embraced but her body
felt cold, a strange cold as I continued to hug her in my arms. I felt her
breath getting shallow as my hand went to her ass.

"Fuck me Dear Brother," she whispered licking my ear and neck. She laid on the
bed and spread her legs and I watched as her pussy opened for me.

"My God, Martha," I whispered as I came closer.

"Turn the mirror to face us. I wish to see," she said as her finger slowly
started to go in and out of her inviting pussy. I moved the mirror and climbed
on the bed between her legs. At once she reached down and guided my dick to her
pussy. Oh God, I was having sex with my sister as I started to move in and out.
She wrapped her legs around me and held me tightly to her breasts! Her pussy
was very very tight and I felt the walls squeeze me. I looked to her face as I
was slowly pumping. She was smiling but with a smile that looked evil. At first
I did not even recognize her as my sister!! This was another person! But maybe
this is how it looks when one fucks a family member. I looked to the mirror
which seemed to be bright, but this had to be my passion!

Faster I fucked. Needing release! I felt my dick swell and then the pulsations
started as I was shooting my cum deep into her.

"My ass, fuck my ass," she cried. I roughly spun her on her stomach and raised
her hips and parted her sweet lovely cheeks. Entering her ass was easy and
swift taking me to the hilt! I looked into the mirror and saw her smiling with
that evil smile!

"Oh, Martha," I moaned in whisper.

"Harder, fuck me harder," she screamed. I started to hammer her faster and
faster until I froze cumming in her ass. She immediately rolled over.

"My God, Sister, you are beautiful," I whispered fondling her breasts.

"I have a secret Dear Brother," she smiled.

"What is your secret?" I asked thinking she would tell me about Jobe and the
horse.

"The mirror," she whispered.

"What of the mirror?" I asked wondering.

"You can go in the mirror and become immortal," she whispered.

"That isn't possible," I replied.

"Yes it is. All the sex you will ever want is in the mirror. Come stand in
front of it," she commanded. We both stood in front of the mirror. It seemed
the mirror was drawing me as I slowly inched forward. I put my hand against it
and it disappeared and I quickly brought it back.

"My God, Martha, the mirror is bewitched!" I said in horror.

"It is another world. A world of sexual pleasure," she moaned. I stood closer,
then my eyes went out the window that was directly behind the mirror. There was
Martha picking flowers. Who was this that I just fucked? I spun around to face
her-- it wasn't my sister! The smile of Satan was there. I backed up and oh no,
I was falling into the mirror, please help me! Help me... help... me.

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