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(MF- teens, nc, rp, inc, exh, rom) *** Even as a kid, I wasn't all that thrilled by Halloween. I didn't like all the noise of the fireworks, and I almost always wound up with a toothache from the candy. Or sick. My sister, Jackie, loved it though, and as I was the eldest (by a year and a bit), it was my job to go out with her. This petered out as we got into our teens, but she liked to party and so wasn't at home on The Big Night. Not that it worried our parents much. Despite the love of partying, Jackie always returned home at a reasonable hour. She was actually a pretty neat kid, kept up her schooling, and didn't go in for all the sex, drugs and rock and roll stuff. I thought so, anyway. This particular Halloween my friend Nick hosted a party and invited some friends in. Nick is a nut when sober, but a nice one, but get him outside of a few beers and he becomes insane. So, a little reluctantly, I went. I didn't know what to expect when I got to his house. The place was fully decorated, with half a dozen jack- o-lanterns scattered over the walk and front porch, and ghosts dangling from the trees in the front yard. He'd rigged up some speakers outside that broadcast eerie music and sound effects, and there were lighted masks in the windows. Inside, the theme continued, with "spider webs" dangling from the ceilings, flickering electric candles (he's not totally insane), pumpkin coloured shades over the lights, etc. The biggest prop, though, was downstairs in the basement. He'd somewhere found an enormous fake clamshell and set it up so it looked like the set for that famous painting of "Venus on the Half Shell." (Better known as "The Birth of Venus"). Without a Venus. He shoved a bottle into my hand led me downstairs, where the real party was just getting under way. There must have twenty people milling around, all in costume. Nick had rigged up a Roman toga for his costume, and found a fake laurel leaf tiara somewhere. He wore a half-mask over his upper face. Some of the others had full masks on. He'd managed to score an even number of males and females. Some of the females were pretty daring. At least two of them were bare-chested, wearing something that I suppose passed for a harem costume: diaphanous pantaloons over skimpy barely there panties. Another girl wore a mermaid costume and reclined on a couch with her encased legs dangling onto the floor. She had a tiny, frilly, pink bra on. I'd decided on a pirate costume and also wore a half- mask. After an hour or so, Nick turned down the volume on the roaring stereo and stood up in front of the clamshell. "Okayyy, fffolks," he shouted, already starting to slur his words. "I shorta bet you been wondering what the sssshell isssh for. "Welll... You all know about the painting rriiiight?" He waved at a reproduction hanging over the bar. :Nowww, th' firs' girl who dares to get up here, dreshed like tha' is gonna win a prize. Uh reeellly big prize..." "Hey," one of the girls shouted, "none of us has a costume like that." "Yeah, I know. But there's one like inna bathroom. All yuh gotta do ish change inna it." "What's the prize?" Somebody asked. Nick grinned. "Ish a shurprize. I'll tell her, whommmmever she ish, in private." "That doeshn't shound like mush fun," one of the bare- chested girls said. She wavered up to Nick and leaned over the shell. "How'er we shuposhed to get innit, anyway?" "Gotta shtool ri' there," Nick said, waving at a step stool propped up against the bar. "Err, ya gonna do it?" "Nah, don' be shilly." She turned around with exaggerated care, and wandered off. "Hey," the mermaid said. "I'll do it. But someone'll have to help me into the bathroom." She was a real cutie, in her skimpy bra and tails. I didn't recognize her under the sequined mask. "I'll do it," I offered. I helped her onto her feet, which were visible inside the fish tail but hardly useable, and we hopped into the bathroom. "You really going to get completely naked?" I asked. "Sure, why not?" she said, giggling. "Look, there's the costume." Nick had fashioned the "costume" out of some kind of filmy brown material and somehow made it look like the hair in the painting. That would cover the interesting parts. "Too bad there aren't a couple of others to match the people on the side," she said. In the original painting, there's a couple on the left side, an apparently naked angel holding an equally naked woman, and on the right side a fully dressed woman holding a robe of some sort out to Venus. 'Hey, whyn't you get naked too and pretend ta be the angel." "Uh well..." "Ah, c'mon," she pleaded. "But there aren't any wings, or anything to cover my, you know..." "Use one a' them towels. C'mon. Here... help me outta the fish." That was a bit of struggle. It was pretty tight, and once we'd got it down around her knees, I realized she didn't have anything on under it. She had a nice little rectangular patch of brown pubic hair... and her labia peaked out between her legs. We got the fishtail off finally and she shucked the bra, then pulled the "costume" around her shoulders. "Well... ya gonna?" I guess the beer made me do it. Seeing her naked like that made it seem sort of natural. I got rid of the pirate costume and draped a towel around my shoulder and let it dangle in front. It didn't do much to hide my semi-hard cock "'Kay? Let's go." She jerked the bathroom door open and sauntered towards the shell. Nick had the stool all ready. The crowd erupted in cheers and welcoming shouts. The girl pranced up to the stool, mounted and twirled around into the Venus pose, one hand over her small firm breasts and the other clutching the costume in front of her pussy. "What 'er you shuposhed to be?" Nick asked me. "The angel," I said, pointing at the print. "Oh... well then you need uh partner," he said. "Hey, who want'sh to be the other naked girl? And we need shomeone all dresshed up too." "I can do that," one of the girls said. She'd come dressed up like a French courtesan. "I'll do the other one," one of the bare-chested girls said. "You can't see what she's wearing anyway." "Sho... whaddya think?" Nick asked, when we were all in place. They shouted and cheered and waved their bottles and glasses. He produced a camera and snapped some photos. "Okay," the former mermaid said. "What's the shurprish?" "C'mon with me," Nick said, holding out his hand. She stepped down off the shell and took it. He led her off towards the staircase and they disappeared. Meanwhile, I'd been holding the half-naked harem girl and attempting to hide my by now fully erect cock. She'd been pressing against my side and hugging me, like in the painting. With Nick off to give the mermaid her prize, she stepped aside and grinned at me. "Let's go have a seat and you can tell me who you are," she said. "I don't know about that," I said, "but we can sit down." I pulled the towel around my waist and sat on the couch the mermaid had been using. The girl promptly sat on my lap. Which put my hard cock in close proximity to her crotch. She wriggled and grinned. Just then, mermaid-turned-Venus suddenly erupted back into the room. "That son of a bitch tried to rape me," she screamed. Dead silence. "What did you say?" my lap partner said. "Nick! He tried to rape me!" She jerked off her mask and slammed it on the floor. I shouldn't have been surprised that this revealed my sister. Jackie stormed over to where the outer clothes were piled and grabbed up a coat and a pair of jeans. She jerked them on and turned to a still silent crowd. "When, and if, he wakes up, you can tell him I'll kill him if he ever tries anything like that again." With that, she ran upstairs and we heard the front door slam. "Well," my lap partner said. She got up, "I guess that's killed the evening." "I wonder what she did to him," the French courtesan said. She took off her mask and headed for the stairs. I scurried into the bathroom and resumed my pirate costume, then followed the others. The courtesan, named Geraldine, was bent over Nick. He was flat on his back on the living room floor, a trickle of blood running out of his hose. Geraldine straightened up. "He's not dead. Not yet, anyway. Just out cold." "You think we should call an ambulance?" someone asked. "Probably a good idea." Geraldine and I stayed there until the ambulance arrived. Everyone else got their coats and regular clothes and left. Nick was just out. He'd apparently fallen and banged his head on something. "He'll have a headache in the morning," one of the EMTs said, "but he should be all right." "Not if Jackie gets to him," Geraldine muttered. By this time, I'd taken off my own mask. "You better go home and make sure she's okay, Monte. We'll put him to bed." I got home in time to see the last of the trick or treaters leaving. They looked a little old to be doing it, but who am I to judge? I went in and up to Jackie's room. She was sitting on her bed, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her cheeks. I sat beside her and wrapped her in my arms. I don't know when the last time I'd hugged her was. She felt pretty good. "You going to be okay?" I asked. "I... I... yeah." "You tell Mom and Dad?" "No! And don't you dare. Nothing happened. Really." "Okay." I stroked her back, feeling her quivering under my hands. She didn't have a bra on, I noticed. Probably hadn't thought to grab it from Nick's bathroom. She felt soft and warm and smelled nice. I felt my erection returning. Bad place for that to happen, but at least in my jeans, it wouldn't show as much as under the towel. After a while, she relaxed and snuggled against me. She murmured something I didn't catch. "Pardon?" She sighed and hiccupped. "I said, I love you, Monte." "Oh." "Yeah. You've always been there when I needed you. Tonight, I need you more than ever. In more ways than one." "What's that supposed to me?" She wriggled around and lifted her face to mine. Her lips were warm and soft and moist as she pressed them against mine. She wrapped her arms tight around me and squirmed into my lap. The kiss got more and more intense, her tongue probing my mouth. "What are you doing?" I finally asked, pulling back. "Loving you." "What?" "I mean it. I'm going to make love to you. Just to show you how much I appreciate you." She began tugging my pirate shirt out of my pants. Her hands felt warm and strong against my bared chest. She dropped her head and began kissing my nipples. "Jackie," I gasped. "Stop it." "Why? Don't you like it?" Well, I did, of course. But this was my little sister, not some... She began unfastening my pants. Since I'd just yanked them back on when I got dressed, I hadn't bothered with shorts. My semi-erect cock sprang out as she pulled. She grabbed it and kissed the tip. "Jackie! No!" "Yes." She pushed me down on the bed and pulled off her T-shirt. Those small perky breasts again. She got off me long enough to strip off her jeans and then straddled my thighs. My cock brushed her wet crotch. "I knew when I saw you naked back there in the bathroom I wanted to do this," she whispered. "You have a beautiful cock, Monte. And a nice butt." She rubbed it against that rectangle of brown pubic hair for a moment and then... lowered herself slowly over it. It pressed against her swollen labia, sank up inside. She smiled down at me. "I do love you, you know. This is just to show you how much." Her body began rocking. She rode me with slow firm strokes. She reached out for my hands and put one on a breast and the other against her mound. "Make love to me, too, Monte. Yes. I like that." I was pinching her nipple with one hand and rubbing her engorged clit with the other. She sped up and I automatically began thrusting up at her. "I'm gonna come any second," I said, gasping. "Good, good. Me too... Oh, yes, that's it, that's good. Ahhhhh!" Her lithe body jerked spasmodically for a few moments and then she collapsed on top of me. I could feel the cum dribbling out around my still embedded cock as it slowly shrank and withdrew. We stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard. Her body felt warm and sweaty and soft and silky against me. I caressed her bare back. She sighed. "Oh, Monte. I... I love you so much. I wanted... no, needed... to do this for you for so long." She kissed me. "Why? I mean, I'm your brother. It was great, but we're not supposed to do this. Have sex. Fuck." "Says who? If we love each other, why not? You're a sexy guy; I'm a sexy girl. I like sex. Why shouldn't I do it with the guy I love the most?" "You weren't a virgin," I said, stating the obvious. She giggled. What a sensation, having a naked girl giggling on my chest. "Oh, Monte, I haven't been a virgin since I was twelve." I stared at her. "You haven't?" "No. And I've been doing it ever since." "And you never got in trouble." "Oh, no, Mom put me on the pill as soon as my periods started. That was the best thing that ever happened. No, second best. This was the best." "But, I mean, you've never been caught? Mom never found out?" "Of course not. Though I think she might suspect. But I don't go around doing it with just anyone. In fact, I've only done it with Brian for the last couple of years." "And Nick?" "Nick? God no!" "What happened there, anyway?" "He led me upstairs and tossed off his toga and tried to jump me. I punched him in the nose and he fell over backwards and hit his head on that old camel saddle his grandfather brought back from Egypt." She slithered off my chest and snuggled against my side. "Now I've been with you, I don't think I'll ever need anyone else." "Not even Brian?" "Well, maybe. For a while." She yawned. "Let's go to sleep." "In the same bed?" "Of course. Unless you want to use yours. I guess it'd be drier. We seem to have made a wet mess of mine." I woke up with sunlight streaming in the window. Friday's cool damp weather now was sunny and warm, for October. Warm. Something warm was pressed against my side. I turned my head to see Jackie's high-cheekboned face on the pillow beside me. She smiled. "Good morning." "Uh... yeah. Good morning. Um... was I dreaming last night?" "What about?" "Did we...?" She propped herself up on her elbow and leaned over me to plant a soft kiss on my mouth. "Oh, yes. It was lovely." She moved over and spread herself across my chest, her face inches from mine. "I'm more than ready to do it again, too." She kissed me more fiercely. I felt her legs either side of mine, her belly pressed against mine, her pubic mound pressed against mine. My cock, already half hard, surged up between her thighs. "That's what I like to feel," she said, laughing softly. She sat up, gripped that hard shaft, and lowered her crotch. It slipped in, and in, and in. I felt the warmth surrounding it and let nature take its course. This time it took longer. Jackie was as hungry for sex as she'd been last night and moved slowly, savouring every thrust. I reached for her nipples and protruding clit. "Oh, yes," she sighed. "You're good. Remind me to find out who you've been practising with so I can thank her." Her movements started to speed up. So did mine. "Gonna come," I said, panting. "Good! Ohhh, yeah!" She shivered and shook for several seconds, then slowly tipped forward to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her. We stayed like that for a long time, just breathing, holding each other. My cock didn't subside, for a wonder. "You're still hard," she said after a while. "Yeah." "Want to do it again?" "Why not?" "You be on top this time." The second time was as good as the first, for me, but she didn't get off. "Sorry," I said, when I finished coming. My cock slithered out of her over-flowing cunt and I moved to her side with an arm over her chest. "Not a problem. I don't need to come every time. But I love to be fucked. I think this is the start of a wonderful relationship." "Really?" "Oh, yes..." She turned her head and kissed my cheek. "As good as Brian is, he's not always available. You'll always be here. We can fuck every night if we want." "That might be pushing it," I said with chuckle. Later in the afternoon, Geraldine showed up. "I went back to Nick's to see if he's okay," she said, and I thought I'd better bring this stuff to you." She held out a bag. She'd retrieved Jackie's frilly bra, some panties, and my shorts. "Is he all right?" Jackie asked as she peered into the bag. "None of those panties are mine," she added. "Oh, yeah, he'll live. But I figured I'd better remove most of the evidence before his parents start asking awkward question." As a matter of fact, Jackie and I didn't do it every night from then on. But she did slept in my bed more often than her own, though we did it in her bed a lot too. My bed being a queen size was more comfortable for sleeping in though. The only problem we had came the next year, when I graduated from high school. I'd decided to go to university to become an aeronautical engineer and that meant moving away from home. But the vacations I returned home were filled with fun and games, often in my bed. When Jackie graduated, she decided on a teaching degree and came to the same university. We set up housekeeping in a small apartment off campus, and shared the bed all the time. And that's the way it's remained. We've lived together for years. We decided to have a child at one point, but for some strange reason, Jackie could never get pregnant, so we wound up adopting the twins who now rest in their bedroom beside ours. It's been a good life so far. (Oh, and my ex-friend Nick? Seems Geraldine liked him despite what he'd attempted to do. She took care of him for the remaining school years, and then married him. Last I heard, they had a baseball team sized family and were living in the wilds of central British Columbia.) END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 75