Haunted Twins

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

Ghost did two more things that night. One was bad, but the other offset it.

The bad part was that he caused our exhausted bodies to fall into a deep slumber. We were asleep when our parents came home from their card game.

The good part was that he made Mom horny enough that nobody checked on us. They went straight to bed, instead.

When I woke up I was bathed in red light from the morning sun coming through the rose window. Other colors stained the things around us. I shook Emily awake.

"We fell asleep!" I whispered. "It's morning!"

She stretched and, even though I was terrified, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her naked body.

"We have to get up!" I wheezed.

"Calm down," she said.

"Calm down? We're naked, Em. There's no way I'm getting into that costume again just to leave the attic. That means we're going down there naked. What if they see us?"

"Bobby, if they were going to catch us it would have been last night after they got home. They didn't come looking for us. Ergo, they don't know where we are or how we're dressed. Have you heard them calling for us?"

"No," I admitted.

"Then go downstairs as quietly as you can and get to your room. I'll put the costumes in the trunk. When you get dressed, come stand at the bottom of the stairs and I'll wait until you tell me the coast is clear."

"Yes!" I gasped. I didn't think about whether it was a good or bad plan. It was a plan and I needed a plan.

I scurried down those stairs like a mouse, worried there was a cat somewhere near. The hallway was empty and my room was only two doors down. I got there and eased through my door. Three minutes later I was dressed and back at the bottom of the stairs.

Em was looking down at me. Her breasts were pale orbs in the darkness. I didn't watch her, though, as she descended to my level. I watched the hallway. She had to push past me and she ran on light feet to her room.

I didn't know what to do so I went downstairs and to the kitchen. If Mom was there I was going to try to act normal.

Nobody was there.

Emily joined me and looked around.

"Nobody's here," I said.

"It's Saturday," she said. "Maybe they slept in."

"Maybe," I said.

We got something to eat and the situation seemed so domestic, so normal that it was uncanny. I was afraid to talk about the night before because one of our parents could come in at any second.

"You okay?" I managed.

"I'm fantastic," she said.

"Are you ... sore?"

"Are you?"

"No."

"Well, I'm just like you."

"I'm a little freaked," I said.

She looked at me over a spoonful of raisin bran.

"I'm not," she said. "Everything will be fine."

I looked at the entryway to the kitchen. I didn't hear anything.

"I really did see something last night," I said.

"I believe you," she replied. "Now, eat. We can talk about it later."

We had awakened at seven. Our parents didn't show until nine. By then we'd finished breakfast and were puttering around the house. I think we were just trying to keep busy.

Emily was doing homework and I was playing a video game when Mom came bouncing out of their bedroom.

"How'd it go?" she asked, excitedly.

"We won the prizes for best costumes," said Emily, proudly.

"Oooo, I'm so excited!" squealed Mom.

"We were, too," said Emily.

"What else happened?" asked Mom.

"What do you mean?" asked Emily.

"Did you dance? Did anybody ask you out? I assume everybody knew who you were, even though your faces were covered."

"Yes, everybody knew. I danced every dance except one. The boys wouldn't leave me alone. I couldn't even keep track of where Bobby was or what he was doing."

Two sets of female eyes pinned on me.

"I danced some," I said. "The girls I talked to all wanted to talk about Emily."

"She looked sexy," said Mom, as though that was a completely appropriate thing to say about her daughter. "Girls all want to talk about a sexy girl."

"Some guys talked about her too," I said. "I had to warn one of them to watch his mouth."

"That's to be expected," said Mom. "Boys are horny all the time at that age."

"Mom!" chastised my sister.

"Well, it's true," said Mom. "You're almost adults, now. You'll be entering the adult world in less than a year. You should be ready for that. It's hard enough without being ignorant."

"I'm not ignorant, Mother," said Emily.

"Good. Now. I have to go get your father up. He wore himself out last night." She pinked up. "Sorry. I don't know why I said that."

Emily looked at me and mouthed, "I do." She winked at me.

"We're going for a walk," said Emily. "Take as long as you want to wake Daddy up."

"Emily! I'm shocked," said Mom. Then she laughed.

As she disappeared to "wake Dad up" we left the house. It was chilly, but not to the point that a jacket was absolutely required.

While we walked, we talked.

That might have been the most jarring part of things, as I look back on it. We had never talked extensively about what happened on Halloween night.

This time we did.

"So you're really okay with what happened?" I asked.

She reached for my hand and held it with loose fingers.

"It was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced," she said. "I can't wait until we can do it again."

"You mean next year?" I said.

"I'm not waiting a whole year to feel that again," she said. "Do you want to wait a year?"

"No," I said. "I'd do it right now, if we could."

"Then we're not waiting a year." She sounded so confident, so sure.

"But we'll be in college this time next year," I said. "What if we don't come home at Halloween?"

"You're still talking about a year from now," said Em. "We just decided we weren't going to wait a year."

"I don't know what to think," I sighed. "We've never wanted to do things if it wasn't Halloween."

"You mean the ghost was satisfied if all we did was fool around on October thirty-first," she suggested.

"I guess. I mean look at last year. Tasting you was amazing. I loved it. But the next day I could go without tasting you and it was okay. This feels different."

"I think it is different, this year," she said. "I don't know why. All I know is that what happened last night will happen again, and soon."

We walked on, still holding hands. There was nobody around but even if there had been, I don't think we'd have felt compelled to break that contact.

"I wonder," she said, eventually.

"Wonder what?"

"Each year the ghost wanted us to do more. But each year he went back to sleep, or something. Then, this year, we did everything. Maybe he's been waking up a little more each year and now he's all the way awake. Maybe he isn't going back to sleep this year."

"You mean he's only been haunting us on that one day, when the spirit world is in closest alignment with the corporeal world, but now he'll haunt us all the time?"

"I'm no expert on ghosts," she said. "I never even had any interest in ghosts until this year. But when October got here and I started feeling all these ... urges ... I had to pay attention. I felt like something kept knocking at a door inside me, wanting in. I even talked to it!"

"You never told me that," I said.

"I was embarrassed. I didn't want you to laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing. So, what did you say?"

"I asked it what it wanted. I told it to leave me alone. But the closer it got to Halloween, the stronger the feelings were. And by the time the dance was over, I didn't care if it had gotten inside of me. I just had to be with you ... that way."

"Maybe we've been thinking about this the wrong way," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"We've been thinking that Ghost was one of the guys who went off and died in the war. Maybe it's not one of them. Instead, it's one of the girls who got left behind. Maybe she wants what she could never have back then."

"Bobby, they all died, eventually. I don't know what the afterlife is like, but surely everybody goes to the same place. I mean those spirits eventually ended up together. What do they need us for?"

"I don't know," I moaned. "I never thought I'd have to figure something like this out. Do you have a theory?"

"Yes," she said. It's because they don't have bodies anymore," said Em. "They can't feel things the way you and I can. So they use us to feel things."

"So we're being haunted by as many as six ghosts?"

"Maybe," she said. "I know I felt like there was somebody else there with me last night."

"That was probably me," I pointed out.

"No, I mean besides you. When you told me about that light you saw, I wasn't surprised. I didn't see it, but I felt something kind of soak into me."

"That was also probably me," I said.

She squeezed my hand.

"I don't mean when you came in me. This was something I felt with my entire body."

"It can't have been six ghosts," I said. "That many would have made us go crazy."

"It probably wasn't all six," she said. "If every ghost with that kind of unfinished business got involved with humans, the whole world would go crazy. No, I think it's only one of them, or maybe two, one man and one woman. Maybe the others went on with life. Imagine this. If you died, you'd watch out over me. I know you would. And you'd want me to be happy. So if I did eventually fall in love with some man, and had his babies and lived a full, happy life, you'd be satisfied and never haunt me. Maybe this is a couple where she was so heartbroken after he died that she didn't go on and live a full life. So the guy ghost was never happy, and the girl ghost was never happy, and because they loved each other in this house, they've hung around here all these years, until we came along and they finally had a boy and a girl they could possess to finish what they could never complete."

"There have been plenty of people who lived here before this," I pointed out.

"Yes, but we don't know which of them was the ghost, and anyway they weren't as close as we are. We're twins. We've always been more closely connected than most other people ever are. Even husbands and wives aren't as close as we've always been, since the day we were born."

"Okay," I said. "But last night they got what they wanted. Why are they sticking around? We never felt their desires after Halloween in the past. And they had to have gotten what they felt like they missed last night. I've never felt closer to anyone in my whole life than I felt last night. Not even you."

"Like I said, maybe we made them stronger each year and this year they were able to form a permanent tie to us."

"I don't know," I sighed.

"It doesn't matter," she said. "All that matters is that we stay connected."

"We'll always be connected. You know that."

"No, I mean we will always stay connected like we were last night."

"You mean we'll make love together for the rest of our lives?"

"Of course," she said.

"But we have to find other people to fall in love with," I said. "You said it yourself. We can't get married. We can't have a family. If we don't do that with someone else then we'll be the ones who come back and haunt somebody!"

"I don't know," she said, taking my line from a few sentences back. "All I know is that I can't imagine doing that with anyone but you."

"So you think they're going to keep haunting us?"

"I guess we'll find out next year, when we're at college together and not here on Halloween night."

"So we're going to the same college?"

"Of course," she said. "Do you want to go somewhere without me?"

"No," I said. "We've just never talked about going to the same school."

"Actually, we've never talked much about college at all," she said. "We just assumed we'd go. Mom and Dad have said we'd go since we were in the sixth grade, so we just took it for granted that we would."

"The SATs are next month," I said.

"I'll get a study guide," said Emily. "When the results come back, we'll figure out where we want to go. It doesn't matter what we major in. I talked to Marina Gibbs last summer. She came back home from her Freshman year at college. She said 80% of college students change their major at least three times before settling into one track."

"Okay," I said.

We turned around and started back.

"So you really want to do it again?" I asked.

She thumped me on the shoulder with her fist.

"We're going to do that a lot, big brother."

"That's good, because you just gave me a boner," I sighed.

Ghost (I capitalize it as a proper name, because I don't know whose ghost it is) may have compelled our behavior in the past, but we seemed to be free of his machinations after we went all the way. Maybe "compelled" is a little strong. Perhaps he "urged" us, or lowered our inhibitions, or something like that. Whatever he did, it was always something we were glad happened. So maybe we would have done that anyway.

But I doubt it.

Emily took all this seriously enough that she went to Mom and just came right out with it.

"I think it's probably time that we talk about birth control," she said.

Mom didn't even blink.

"What did you have in mind?" asked Mom.

"I don't really know much about it," replied Emily.

I was listening from around the corner and since I didn't want to get caught, I sneaked away. I didn't need to know the details. All I was bringing to the party was a stiff dick. Unless Mom said that all Em could use was condoms. Either way, it didn't matter to me.

In the end, when Mom took Emily to the doctor, they decided to see how her body would tolerate an IUD. The advantage to the IUD was twofold. It prevented pregnancy, and a slow release chemical in it also stopped a woman's periods. She had to go back a week later to have it inserted and then wait for her body to accept it, but then she didn't have to worry about it for five more years.

Mom didn't ask any questions, even though Em hadn't gone out with the same guy more than two or three times. We all knew she didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't have a girlfriend, either, but neither Mom nor Dad seemed to connect those facts as they might pertain to Emily's sudden desire to be protected from pregnancy.

As for Emily and me, both of us wanted to have sex again, but the strong urge we'd felt on November first waned a bit. I did go to her room two nights to give her orgasms with my mouth, and for her to swallow my cock until it erupted. After the doctor inserted her IUD she had some cramping and spotting for a couple of weeks, but then it went away.

Basically, it was a month after Ghost got us to have sex that we had it again.

We weren't as manic about it this time. We planned ahead for a night when our parents were going to play cards. They did that roughly twice a month.

Once we had the house to ourselves, we went to Em's room. She wanted to make love on her bed because she said knowing we had done that on the bed she was sleeping on helped her sleep better. I thought she was goofy, but I didn't care where we did it.

We did engage in foreplay this time, or at least I licked her pussy and sucked her clit until she was slippery and her hips were lifting repeatedly.

She lay back, open, and I crawled on top of her. Again we both watched as the tip of my prick made contact, nosing between her flushed lips. It looked so weird for my penis to get shorter and shorter as it sank into her. I could feel the "missing" part, though. Her pussy began squeezing me as I pushed in.

"Relax," I said. "You're making it hard to go in."

"It feels so good to squeeze," she complained.

I gave a firm shove and buried the rest of my penis in her. She pumped her hips and hissed.

"I love this," she whined.

"I do too," I said.

Again, I didn't want to move. I hadn't blown my nut prematurely, this time, but it felt good to be buried in her. Her pussy kept squeezing and relaxing. I had the sudden image in my mind of a toothless mouth trying to chew a piece of steak.

I pulled out and then went back in, rubbing when I hit her bush.

"You're very good at this," she panted.

"I think Ghost taught me what to do," I breathed.

"Keep doing that. I'm going to cum. I can feel it rushing toward me."

So I kept doing it and she did cum, gripping me with her arms, legs, and pussy all at the same time.

"I love the ghost," she babbled.

Ghost must have loved her, too, because he did something to my penis that made it impossible not to cum. I pushed hard and, knowing I wasn't going to accidentally impregnate my twin sister, gloried in the rush of soothing semen that jetted into her body.

We cuddled for half an hour, just making out. There was very little talk. She toyed with my cock until it got stiff again. She wanted to be on top and I got this idea. I ran to get a dining room chair and brought it back. I sat on it and she got it instantly, straddling my thighs and reaching to assist her own impalement.

I liked this position because I could reach her nipples with my mouth. She had an orgasm while I did that and told me later it was a third kind of orgasm that flashed back and forth between her clit and her nipples.

I managed to get hard again, but all we did was lie, face to face, with me inside her and kiss. It was an act of intimacy, rather than a sex act, if that makes sense.

Then, to make sure nobody took notice of us, I got dressed and went to John Woolfe's house to shoot some hoops. Emily stayed home and made a loaf of bread in the bread making machine.

For the rest of our senior year, we dated around, and then, afterwards, met in either her or my room, where we made love. It was usually quick, almost efficient, as we established a pattern where she would cum first and then I would follow. We were still relatively new at this, so we stayed with the tried and true positions and stimulations that we knew would work. She could bring me off with her mouth in less than five minutes. It took longer for her to cum during oral love, but when she did, she could have two or three in a row.

Of course there were lots of other things going on. We took the SATs. Em's score was in the 90th percentile, while I slid in at 83rd percentile. Both were plenty good to apply to colleges. We both applied to the same three colleges. Our parents didn't think a thing about it. We had always done things together, though they had no clue as to how much "togetherness" we had actually shared in.

Ghost seemed to be satisfied. Neither of us felt any signs of compulsion. Everything we did now felt like it was just us, loving each other.

There were two exceptions to that. The first was when we went to the school musical. It was The Music Man and after it was over and we all went home (our parents had gone, too) Emily pulled me up to the attic. The bed had been rolled up and the blankets put in the chest with our old Halloween costumes, but it was easy to spread everything out again. She got to her knees and looked up at me.

"Professor Hill, you wouldn't con our town, now, would you?"

I stared at her.

"Would you, Professor Hill ... Harold? You wouldn't con me, either, would you?"

"Of course not," I said, as I caught on. "I don't defraud pretty librarians, Marian."

"I need you to do something to prove to me that you care about me," she said.

"What can I do?" I asked.

She took off her blouse, and then her bra. That left her kneeling in a skirt.

"I want to make sure you stay here in River City," she said. "I want you to be unable to leave."

She lay back, lifted her skirt and then lifted her hips off the bed.

"I need help with my panties, Harold," she said.

I got down and removed them. She left her knees apart and the skirt drawn up.

"Will you stay forever, Professor?" she asked.

"Yes, I will," I sighed.

Then I got naked and we had that over-the-top kind of lovemaking session, where the passion flared so hot that we both came fast and hard.

Afterwards I asked her why she had wanted to role play.

"I don't know. It just came to me. The play was set in 1912. Maybe that's when the ghost was alive. Maybe he goes with us wherever we go and this brought back memories for him."

"I'd believe anything at this point," I said.

The second time Ghost seemed to take over was after graduation. We went to the ceremony and then after that Mom and Dad took us out to eat again in Cleveland. We were eighteen, and in Ohio we could drink wine as long as we were with our parents. Mom recommended something on the sweet side for our first time. They ordered a pink colored wine that was delicious.

When we got home from that trip it was late and the parents went straight to bed. Emily and I spent another night making love and sleeping together in the attic. I'm sure it was Ghost who made us fall asleep in each other's arms.

Again, I woke up when the sun bathed me in the red light of the stained glass window. We had clothes with us this time, so we just got dressed and went downstairs separately. Emily was smart enough to remind me to change into different clothes once I got to my bedroom.

Ghost left us alone that summer. We had both gotten acceptance letters from Ohio State University, and because it was cheaper to go there, that's where we are, now.

We're rooming together in an admittedly run-down little house that's been rented by countless students before us. We only use one room, and one bed.

There's been no evidence Ghost came with us. He may be tied inextricably to the haunted house our mother and father still live in.

We gave him everything he could have missed when he died.

Well, except for one thing.

We don't think he ever had children.

I wonder if that's enough to make him seek us out again in the future.

The End

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