Haunted Twins

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

This time we did talk about it the next day. Dad wanted the yard raked, so we said we'd do it together.

Once outside I raked a little and helped her shove a small pile into the big bag she'd been holding.

"Bobby?" she said.

"Yeah."

"How did I know what to do last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"I knew what to do to make you cum," she said. "And you obviously knew what to do to make me cum. I never came that hard in my whole life! I know you've never done that to a girl before ... right?"

"Never," I said.

"So how did we know? And how do I know that next Halloween you'll make me cum again?"

"Maybe the attic is where the ghosts stay," I said. "Maybe they're using us to live the lives they didn't get to because they died so young."

"That's ridiculous," she said.

"Do you have a better explanation?"

"No, but it isn't ghosts."

"Okay," I said. "I have a question for you."

"Go ahead."

"Do you think we'll do anything before next Halloween?"

"No," she said, right away.

"I know that, too," I said. "How do we know that? I mean I loved it and I know you did, too, so why don't we want to do it other times?"

"I don't know," she said. "But it isn't ghosts."

"Maybe the attic itself has some kind of power. Or the trunk. The trunk was always open when we did stuff."

"Bobby, this isn't some voodoo, magic, sorcery."

"Emily, I love you. You know that. I never once thought about putting my hand in your panties until last night."

"I wasn't wearing my panties," she pointed out.

"And you went to the dance without a bra on. And that was after Mom told you to be sure to wear one! Why did that happen?"

"I don't know!" she barked. "It just felt right."

"What do you want to do?"

"Nothing. We have a whole year until we need to worry about it."

"I thought you said you couldn't wait until next Halloween," I reminded her.

"That was last night. Last night I couldn't wait until next year. Today I can wait."

"Got it," I said. "I still love you, though."

"Of course you do. I love you, too. But it's regular love now."

We went on to rake leaves. Raking leaves lets you think about stuff and I thought a lot about what had happened.

Someone, or something, was exerting influence on us. It was only on that one night of the year, but it altered our personalities. No, that wasn't right. We were still the same people. What changed on that one night was our moral and ethical attitudes. We were still twins, but that relationship altered to one of lovers.

There was only one explanation that made sense.

The house was haunted by the spirit of at least one young man who had left his sweetheart to go off to war, and never came back.

What we were doing was what he ... or they ... wished they could have done. We represented unfinished business to them, most likely because we were already inseparable, emotionally. We were as close as married people get. Well, except for the lack of a sex life.

And that seemed to come into existence on Halloween.

I decided to look into the history of the former residents of our house. I would dig and find more information. Had one of them left on October 31st? Had one of them died on that date?

But, like my sister had said. We had a whole year before we needed to worry about it. I could do research any time.

Another year passed unremarkably. We turned sixteen and there was a big party. Dad asked if Emily was sweet sixteen and never been kissed. She said it was none of his business, but she grinned at him.

"There better not be any boys kissing you," he growled. "Do I need to go buy a shotgun?"

"Oh, stop it!" laughed our mother. "Your little girl is growing up and there's nothing you can do about it."

"I suppose you'll want to start dating, now," complained Dad.

"Maybe a little," said Emily. "I can't think of a boy I want to go on a date with, but maybe I'll meet one."

"It's a small town," said Dad. "You should have met every boy in it by now."

"It sounds like you want me to go be alone with some boy," teased Emily.

"I do not!" he said, firmly. "I'd be happy if you didn't go be alone with a boy until you're in college."

"Not that again," groaned my sister. "I'm not waiting until college to go on a date, Daddy."

She did wait to go on a date, almost a month. A guy at school named Dennis asked her out and she accepted. They went bowling. That's what most kids in town did on dates. Other than park and make out.

She was home on time, meaning ten P.M. Dad waited up for her but didn't grill her about her date.

I was the one who grilled her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"We went bowling. We had chicken strips at the bowling alley."

"That's it? Did he want to park with you?"

"We did park," she said. She had a little smile on her face.

"Well? Did he try anything?" I was anxious.

"He kissed me," she said.

"Is that all?" I was really anxious.

"He's not as good a kisser as you are. Now, go away. I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

That was it. She made a veiled reference to the previous Halloweens, when she wasn't sixteen yet and got thoroughly kissed.

The thought of Emily and Dennis, sitting in a car in the dark ... kissing ... made me horny for some reason.

I had to jerk off before I could relax enough to go to sleep.

Summer came and I got a job at the pool. I didn't have the training to be a lifeguard, but they taught me how to do the water tests and how to put chemicals in the system. I also sat at the front and checked people in. I got to see all the girls in their bikinis, which was cool, but I never felt the urge to ask any of them out. When school started up again, though, tons of girls knew my name and sang out, "Hi, Bobby," when they saw me in the halls.

I never got the research done and suddenly it was October first.

"What's it going to be this year?" asked Mom.

"Nothing fancy," said Emily. "I think we'll go as Barbie and Ken."

"Aren't they girl and boyfriend?" asked Mom.

"No more so than Raggedy Ann and Andy," said Emily.

"Interesting," said Mom. "I might be able to mimic one of Barbie's outfits for you."

"Okay. That sounds good," said Emily. "I'll get out my Barbies and pick an outfit."

"Bring me several," said Mom. "I'll choose the easiest one to make." She looked at me. "I don't know what Ken wore. Something summery as I recall. We'll dye your hair blond."

"Dye my hair?" I goggled.

"Me, too," said my sister. "I need to be blond, too."

We waited to dye our hair until the day of the Halloween dance. That was because Emily had this idea to wear masks over our eyes so nobody would know who we were.

That was silly, of course. Everybody knew who we were the minute we walked into the gym.

I had helped Emily get dressed. Again, we took our costumes up to the attic. She had a whole box of tissues and one of Mom's bras. I stuffed the bra with tissues, sliding my fingers over her breasts as much as I could. She never said a word, but she kissed me once it looked like she was Dolly Parton.

Mom had done her hair all up, in what she called a bouffant hairdo. Emily was wearing a pair of Mom's old high heels. They had really tall heels on them and with her hair up, my sister looked like she was six feet tall. She had a short skirt on, not quite a mini, but at least four inches showed above her knees.

They had done me up to look like I had sideburns, and my hair was all slicked back with some kind of goop on it. They said it made me look like I had a doll's hair.

I was shorter than "Barbie" but one of the teachers exclaimed, "Oh look! Ken and Barbie! How cute!" So I guess the idea worked.

This year lots of guys danced with Emily. I could see them trying to push against her gargantuan breasts, but with all that padding in there all they were touching were tissues.

I managed one slow dance with her and she whispered in my ear.

"I'm so horny. I can't wait until we get back home."

Suddenly, I had a boner that felt like it might be appropriate alongside her jutting breasts.

I sat down for a while and a girl approached me, asking if I wanted to dance. Her name was Roberta and she had been a regular at the pool the summer before.

It was a slow dance and my cock was still hard, but I didn't want to turn her down.

We were dancing when she commented that we'd gone all out on our costumes this year.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Emily stuffed her bra and you stuffed your pants." She giggled. "You guys always have the coolest costumes."

If she'd known she wasn't feeling tissues stuffed in my pants I don't think she'd have been as happy.

They called last dance. Two guys were trying to get that dance with Emily, so she laughed and pulled them both against her. They swayed with the music for maybe ten seconds before one of them decided it was a little gay to him and broke loose. The other guy was happy and tried to put his hand on her butt. She reached and moved it.

Then it was over and we were walking back home. Emily took her heels off and walked barefoot, even though the sidewalk was cold.

"I wonder if it will work if we aren't in the attic," she said.

"If what will work?" I asked. I wanted to make her say it, and admit that something paranormal was going on with us each October 31st.

"You know," she said, dodging the issue. "It's working right now, so it should work anywhere, right?"

"Where would you rather ... um ... experience it?" I asked.

"My bed would be more comfortable," she said. Her voice was calm.

"You want to lie down with me, naked, on your bed?" I asked. I don't think my voice was very calm.

"Who said we'll be naked?" she said.

"Will we?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you say that?" I groaned.

"I wanted to tease you," she said.

"You've never wanted to tease me before," I commented.

"Well, tonight I feel like teasing you."

"The ghost wants to tease," I mused. "I wonder what else the ghost will want to do."

"There is no ghost," she said.

This time she didn't sound so sure.

When we got home there was another note. We knew there would be because they'd talked about how they'd met a couple who liked to play Spades and Hearts. The idea was for the men to team up in Spades. Supposedly that was to prevent marital arguments. In Hearts, of course, it was every man (or woman) for himself. The note said they'd be home around midnight.

We had an hour and a half.

Again, we didn't talk about what was happening. I just went with the flow and waited for the ghost to tell me what to do. Or enter my body and do it. Whatever.

Emily got naked and went to her bed immediately. Whatever ghost was using her had her going already and she acted like a girl who had done this a lot. I was erect when I got naked and she spread her legs while she pulled a pillow under her head.

Again, I don't know how I knew it, but I knew I couldn't fuck her. She was moving around. Her hips were twitching and she was rubbing her breasts.

"I don't understand," she moaned.

I got on the bed and the ghost told me exactly what to do.

I lowered my face to the juncture of her legs and tried to find her clit with my lips.

Emily went wild when she felt my tongue press into her empty sex.

"Yes!" she gasped.

Again, I was doing something I'd never done before, but it was like a road map was in front of me with all the points of interest circled. Those points of interest were her orgasms, and I gave her five of them before she pushed my head away and gasped, "No more! I can't take it!"

I kissed my way up her body and stopped to suck her nipples, something else the ghost said she'd like. She did. She let me suck at them for ten or fifteen minutes. Then, with energy I didn't think she had, she pushed me onto my back and all but swallowed my prick. I watched in awe as she kissed the tip and then shoved her lips all the way to my pubes. I knew what this was. This was deep throating. Once she had the first third of my penis in her throat she flexed those muscles like she was trying to swallow, maybe. Then she pulled off and sucked the tip. Her hand stroked my shaft and I was so stunned that all I could do was watch. She went all the way down again, exhibiting no discomfort whatsoever as the head of my prick slid by her gag reflex.

If this wasn't proof that some external source was at work, I didn't know what could be. I knew for a fact that Emily had never had a penis in her mouth. Sure, she'd been on dates, but I still knew, deep in my bones, that all she'd ever done on a date was make out with the boy a little. A few kisses. That's all she'd ever done with anyone but me.

Yet, here she was, exhibiting skills that only a very experienced cock-sucker would have.

"Gonna cum!" I gasped, as the ghost suggested she might like to have that information.

She pulled off until just the knob was in her mouth and sucked hard while she jacked on the shaft.

I filled her mouth with spunk but she never missed a beat. She kept sucking and I heard her swallow once. She stayed on until I pushed her head away.

Like I had, she kissed her way up my body. She sucked on my nipples a little bit and then moved so her face was over mine.

"Wanna see what you taste like?" she breathed.

She didn't wait for me to answer. She just kissed me and I found out what my semen tasted like.

We still had half an hour of safe time. We kissed for ten minutes with her lying on top of me. Her legs were spread and her pussy was in contact with my limp cock.

She pulled back from a kiss and got off of me. All she did was turn around, though, and straddle my head. She lowered her pussy onto my mouth and lay on my body to take my cock in her fingers. She squeezed and teased it until it was semi hard, and then she sucked it again.

This time, all we did was feel good. I don't think either one of us was trying to give or get an orgasm. It felt just like our kisses, warm and happy. It was more intimate than a regular kiss, but it was still something routine that two lovers like to do together. I got to know her pussy inside and out, and she got to know my penis like it was her best friend.

"You better go," she said, as the big grandfather clock in the living room made the first three of twelve bongs.

"We're in big trouble next year," I said, as I gathered up my Ken clothes.

"Only if your ghost demands more," she said.

"It will," I said. I knew this deep in my bones, too.

"We'll see," she said. She stretched. "I could do that all night, too."

I heard a car door slam outside.

I ran for my room.

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