Ghost Stories, party games and things that go hump in the night!
Note:
Just a one off tale to mark the season.
Fairly gentle stuff, but I hope you enjoy it.
Apologies for the awful rhymes.
Story:
I’d like to think that my father was making a witty joke when he visited the local Registrar on 4th November 2004.
However, whatever the reason.
When he formally registered the birth of his twins born on the night of 31st October he named us Hallie and Iain.
Naturally, as we grew up our names became combined and shortened.
And just like Brad & Angelina became “Brangelina”, Hallie & Iain became “Halloween”.
Whether we liked it or not we were the “Halloween Twins”.
At least nobody was ever going to forget our birthday….
Our birthday parties were a little unusual though.
They were unlike all the others that we were invited to, they always had a rather spooky feel to them and our friends loved them.
Hallie and I enjoyed them too, especially as our “trick or treating” always increased annual stash of presents!
But Halloween and birthday parties are really for kids and when we reached our 15th birthday Hallie & I were at that awkward age when we were too old to go apple bobbing, but too young to celebrate in the local pub.
Fortunately, mum understood our predicament and agreed to let us have a small house party.
We could invite two friends each and she would let us have the house to ourselves until 11 o’clock.
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Hallie loved the idea and went to work decorating he house with cobwebs and pumpkins and all sorts of spooky paraphernalia.
And I concentrated on making sure we plenty of booze (maybe I took after my dad)!
Mum (being mum) remembered that we’d need some food and left us with a superb spread, as she went to spend the evening with our aunt.
We prepared for our guests.
Lighting candles in every room, turning out the lights and pouring the drinks.
Hallie’s friends were the first to arrive and I was delighted to see that my sister had invited Melanie and Bethany – two of the prettiest girls in our school year.
I was also happy to discover that they had coordinated their costumes and were all dressed as cute and sexy cats.
Us boys weren’t so organised.
Josh arrived in a Freddie Krueger outfit and Seb was a zombie, whilst I had decided to be a vampire.
The evening went well with music like “Thriller” & “Devil Gate Drive” and a medley of old fashioned movies like Frankenstein & Dracula.
Everyone was having having fun and the alcohol was having its effect.
We sat down to enjoy the feast that mum had prepared and began to try to scare eachother with “ghost stories”.
We went around the room with everyone telling a spooky tale of their own.
Some were better than others.
A couple weren’t very scary at all, others were hackneyed old yarns about escaped lunatics terrorising teenage lovers “making out” in the boy’s car or a babysitter sitter receiving telephone calls that are so frightening that she asked the operator to trace them, only to learn that they were being made from inside the house!
I was beginning to think that no one had a truly scary story to tell, but Bethany was the last to speak and it seemed as though she was deliberately waiting till the end.
Maybe she had something special to say…
She certainly had a sense of theatre, making sure that the TV was off and the music silenced so there was no sound in the room at all, save for the ticking of our old grandfather clock
She motioned for us all to gather round her closely in an expectant circle, illuminated only by the light of a single candle
“My story is true,” she intoned softly, “it’s Lancashire in the 17th century and there’s a woman called Meg.
Meg lives alone.
In the woods.
She lives on herbs and leaves and the plants that nature provides.
The villagers say she has mysterious, ungodly powers.
They say she’s a witch and she can make the crops fail, cause illnesses in cattle and turn their milk sour.
They say that she’s a thief and a shape-shifter.
There are lots of stories about her.
My favourite is that one day a farmer spotted a hare in his field with a huge black dog chasing after it.
The dog was as fast as the wind, but the hare was just as quick and it tried to escape by running towards Meg’s cottage.
But the dog almost caught it and nipped one of its heels before it ran inside.
The next morning the farmer saw Meg walking with a limp.
She limped every day until she the day she died.
She was crushed by a heavy barrel that rolled down a slope and trapped her against a wall.
But that wasn’t the end of Meg’s story.
Her grave is still there to this day and the local children dare each other to stand on the granite stone and tell each other that if the fall off, Meg will grab them and pull them down into her tomb.
Yah!”
Bethany shrieked and clawed the air with a grabbing motion that made us all jump.
“Is that really true?” Melanie whispered.
“Oh yes, I’ve been to her grave and I know it’s true because,” Bethany paused to build the tension before announcing, “I’m related to her.
Meg is my “twelve times great aunt”.”
“What?
So you’re descended from a witch?” Josh was dubious.
“Well, I’m not a direct descendant, but I am related and… well… all the women in our family have some powers.”
“Powers?
What sort of powers.”
We were all interested now.
“Oh, erm. Actually it’s not really right to call them “powers”, it’s more of a gift really… like a sixth sense I suppose.”
“Yes, but what?
Do you cast spells?” Hallie guessed.
“No but, well… you won’t believe me if I tell you.”
We stayed silent, waiting for more.
She sighed, “Okay. I can see spirits. Hear them. Talk with them, you know? Don’t laugh!”
No body did.
“Could you do it now?” Hallie asked cautiously.
“Talk to the spirits?
I could try… if you all want to, but you all have to take it seriously.
No messing about.
Okay.”
“Okay.”
We all agreed, but Bethany made us promise.
She was deadly serious
We all had to hold hands to form a circle and concentrate on her words.
She took a moment then drew a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing all her psychic energy.
Then she began to chant in a clear but haunting tone,
“Spirits of all history
I beseech you please to talk through me
On this special ghostly night
Speak to all within the candle’s light”
The room was silent.
It seemed like nothing was going to happen.
I was about to step away, break the circle and say that the whole thing was a load of nonsense, but then the candle flickered, the air became cold and Bethany spoke again.
However she did not use her own voice this time.
Her tone was deeper, more sonorous, unearthly,
“I speak to those gathered about the flame
And invite you all to play my game
Whether you play is your own choice
But I will need you all, the three girls and all the boys
The game begins when the clock strikes its last,
At that moment my spell will be cast
The girls shall all become stone
Until the moment that they are known
And boys shall all be blind
Until they, their true loves do find”
The candle flickered again
The temperature returned to normal.
And Bethany opened her eyes.
We sat in silence, puzzled and unsure what to do next.
“What the hell was that supposed to mean?” Josh asked cynically.
“Oh!
I thought it was obvious.
Maybe I should explain.” Bethany began.
“The game starts next time the clock chimes, okay?
Then all us girls have to stand still and silent like statues and you boys have to find us and identify us without seeing us.”
“You mean with our eyes closed?”
“No, you might cheat.
It would be better if we could use some scarves as blindfolds. Would that be okay Hallie?”
“Yeah, no problem,” Hallie was glad to help, although she had a question, “but how will the boys recognise us if they can’t see us.”
“With their hands, of course!” Bethany grinned. “Should we do it? It sounds like fun.”
So Hallie gathered three scarves for us to put on, while the girls went up to wait for us in her room.
Then, a few minutes later, the grandfather struck the hour and the game commenced.
We stumbled upstairs and fumbled our way to my sister’s room, where we sought out the girls.
It was all a bit of a giggle, but the game sounded far too easy.
I knew that the girls were all dressed as cats, but I’d noticed that all their costumes were different.
Bethany had bare arms.
Melanie was wearing tights.
And Hallie’s costume came with a tail.
I’d soon be able to tell who was who, even if I was wearing a blindfold.
So when I found the first girl I examined her with confidence.
Locating her head and pawing around.
But something was wrong.
All the girls were wearing cat ears, but this one had none.
Strange?
I worked down to her shoulders.
They were bare – well almost.
There was a thin piece of fabric over her collar bone.
Oh hell – it was a bra strap.
Had she stripped down to her underwear so I couldn’t identify her by her costume?
I ran my hands down her front.
Yes, I could feel the shape of her bra, soft and silky beneath my fingers and when I ventured lower, I found more bare flesh, covered by nothing more than her skimpy knickers.
What was I to do?
I knew the point of the game was to try to identify the young lady but there she was – stripped almost naked and allowing me to fondle her flesh.
It was too good an opportunity to miss.
I was going to feel her up.
My hands were already on her bum, so l started there, squeezing and caressing, noting its size and firmness in case that gave me a clue as to the girl’s name.
Then I went for her tits.
One in each hand.
Cupping and caressing.
Slipping a finger inside the bra.
Popping her boob out and pretending it was an accident.
It felt lovely.
And she didn’t complain or resist, she simply played the game and stood still and silent as a statue, whilst I explored her charms.
I decided push my luck and slid a hand down between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her panties, curling my fingers into her crotch.
She was warm and moist and mysterious.
I was considering going further when the timer on Seb’s phone beeped to tell us that it was time to move on.
I took a moment to tuck the girl’s boob back into her bra and then stepped away to search out the next young maiden.
I was happy to find that she was also wearing nothing more than her underwear.
I repeated my examination.
I wasted no time getting both her tits out this time – they felt bigger than the first girl’s.
Her arse and her pussy fell great too.
I couldn’t believe that I was being allowed to take such liberties, so when I got the third girl I did more than just get her tits out.
I boldly put a hand inside her knickers and caressed the delicate flesh and the secret folds of her most private place.
It was the best birthday ever!
We played until the beeper sounded for the end of the game and the girls went back downstairs.
We took off our blindfolds to follow them a few moments later – we were pleased to see that they hadn’t put their costumes back on!
Bethany handed us all a piece of paper to write down our guesses as to which girl was which, without telling anybody.
We did as she asked, then stared at her expectantly.
Was that it?
Was that the end the game?
She put her finger to her lips, signalling that we should all be quiet, them clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, facing up towards the ceiling, regaining the focus.
Then she spoke in the voice that we now knew to be that of the spirit,
“When the clock strikes its first
The spell is reversed
The boys will be frozen
While they wait to be chosen
But the girls cannot see
Who their true love my be”
This time there was no need for any explanation.
We boys went up to my room and waited for my sister and her friends.
We copied the girls example and removed our costumes, stripping down to our underwear (purely to make the game more difficult, of course).
The clock struck and a few moments later the barely dressed teenage trio stumbled into the room, fumbling their way towards us.
Melanie was the first to approach me, flailing around until her hand landed on my elbow.
She patted her way up my arm to find my shoulder and chest, gently exploring the contours of face before moving down my body to take the opportunity to grapple my genitals through my pants
Bethany and Hallie soon followed and repeated the same ritual.
It was strange and embarrassing to be handled in such a fashion. Touched and caressed, with no opportunity to respond or reciprocate.
I felt judged and objectified.
My body being assessed and compared with my friends’.
The only consolation was that while each of the girls were standing so close to me I was treated to an unrestricted view down their glorious cleavage. Their pretty bras left very little to the imagination – I hope they were all impressed by the healthy bulge they found in my pants…
Once all their inspections were over the ladies scribbled down their guesses as to was who and Bethany gathered up all our suggestions, before communing with her ghostly friend once more.
The next part of the game was explained,
“Now we will learn what the spirit decides
Who will be grooms and whom shall be brides
The spellbound pairs thus bewitched and betrothed
And will spend their evening together, completely unclothed”
It was a blunt, but not wholly unexpected turn of events.
We were going to couple up and get naked.
Bethany sat at the table and studied our guesses, shuffling the six sheets of paper around like a puzzle until she discovered the correct combination.
Once satisfied she stood to the declare the results.
We all fidgeted self consciously, waiting to discover the identity of out partners.
“Ok,” Bethany drew a deep breath, “let’s start with our hosts.
Hallie correctly identified all the boys, but only one them recognized her, so she is paired with him and that boy is… Iain!”
There was a cheer, but I didn’t know how I should react.
Hallie was a beautiful girl but she was my sister! My twin!
We shouldn’t be together!
It put my head into a spin and I didn’t really hear my much of what Bethany said after that, but the gist of it seemed to be that she was going to be with Seb and Melanie would be enjoying Josh’s company (they were all delighted!).
The next thing I knew was that my sister and I were being bundled into the bathroom by our giggling guests.
They waited behind the door and we had to pass our clothes out to them.
Bethany insisted.
She said that we had to be naked, just like the spirit had commanded.
“Now you have to stay there for an hour.” She told us, ” And there’s still one last part of the game.
She assumed the unearthly voice for the final time.
“The power of the spirit must not be denied.
It shall be obeyed before the end of the night
It’s couples are bound by destiny, not luck
And to be safe from its wrath they must surely all FUCK!”
There were shrieks of laughter as our friends scampered to away to find a good spot for a shag.
I looked towards my sister and rolled my eyes.
Surely we weren’t going to do THAT, I thought.
And when she grabbed a towel to hide her body, I could see that we were both on the same page.
But, we were stuck there.
In the bathroom, with nothing to do.
“You’d think they could have put us in a bedroom.” I winged, “It’d be much more comfortable. “
Hallie shook her head, “No we’ve got all our clothes in there haven’t we?
The idea is to keep us like this.”
She looked down at her barely covered body, then motioned towards a spare towel.
“Aren’t you going to cover yourself up too?”
“No there’s not much point now. You’ve seen everything.” I was surprisingly relaxed about the situation.
“Do you fancy some cider?”
I’d managed to grab a bottle while our friends were frog marching us in captivity.
My sister took a slug (we had no glasses) and we prepared ourselves for an awkward hour in close company.
“You know this isn’t the first time we’ve been together like this,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the moment. “Mum always used to make us bathe together when we were kids.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“It was. I don’t think you’d even seen a willy before then.” (I hadn’t called it that in years).
“No… and you wondered why I hadn’t got one!”
We smiled together, each with our own private thoughts of years gone by.
“Anyway,” I asked, bringing us back into the moment, “how did you manage to recognise all us boys just by feeling us up?”
“I just got lucky with Seb and Josh – they werecjust a guess, but I got you straight away.”
“How?”
“Your arse!” she blurted it out, much to my amazement.
“My arse?
Do you go around staring at every boys’ arse, or just mine?”
“It’s not unusual.
All the girls do it, didn’t you know?
Josh and Seb have both got fat bums, but yours is perky, it looks nice and firm too.”
“Oh,” (well that was me told).
“Is that a good thing?” I asked hopefully.
“Very good.” Hallie leant in to give me a reassuring kiss.
“Go on then,” she added, “your turn. Tell me how how spotted me?”
“Erm… well.”
I cleared my throat.
“It’s a bit embarrassing really.”
“Carry on.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I mean, it’s not like I’m staring at them all the time but… well sometimes when you’re wearing a tight tee shirt or that pretty pink nightie that you like, they… well they, they kind of stick out… and tonight, when I touched them, they got kind of pointy.”
“Yes…” Hallie smirked knowingly, “and you gave them a very thorough examination, didn’t you?
Neither of the other lads got our tits out, you naughty boy!”
She gave me a playful slap.
“They were both gentlemen.”
I thought they were both idiots, but I kept that thought to myself.
I’d only ever touched two girls’ boobs before and one of those was my cousin, Bonnie, while she was asleep on a camping trip, but tonight I’d groped six tits and I’d loved them all (their owners didn’t seem to mind either, one had even let me grab her pussy!)
“Well maybe if they had got them out, they might have recognised you.” I remarked rather smugly.
“Maybe so.”
Hallie opened her towel a little and checked her chest, “I suppose you’re right. I guess they do stick out, especially when I’m stuck in a chilly bathroom without my clothes.”
Of course she cold – we both were.
It was a wintry night with a northerly wind and rain lashing at the window.
And the bathroom had no heating, just harsh ceramic wall tiles and an enamel bathtub seemed to lower the temperature even more.
“We’d probably be warmer if we took a bath,” I mused.
“Maybe.”
“Do you think so?”
I turned on the tap.
“Why not?
You’re already naked and this towel isn’t doing much to protect my modesty.”
I clambered into the tub, with my back to the taps.
Hallie dropped her towel and climbed in facing me.
It was a tight fit.
“I’m sure this bath used to bigger,” she joked.
There was certainly far less room than there had been when we were kids.
I had to bend my knees and press them against the sides of the trough to leave enough space for my twin to sit between my legs.
We were very close together.
Hallie splashed me.
“Are you staring at my tits again?”
Of course I was!
I splashed her back.
“Well they’re staring at me!”
We laughed together and started a water fight, just like the old days.
“Remember when we used to do this, when we were little?” I reminisced.
“Yeah and mum would shout up the stairs and tell us to stop it.”
I giggled, “What was it she’d say?
Pack it in and get on with your bath.
You’d better both be clean when you get out.
I’ll be checking!”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Hallie grinned, “and we didn’t want to see eachother get into trouble did we?”
“No,” I shook my head, “we helped each other out like good twins should.”
“We did, you always got me nice and clean – especially down here.” She took my hand and put it between her legs.
“And I always had the cleanest willy in the school.”
“I washed you everywhere else too!” She insisted, “but that bit was always funny.”
“Funny?”
“Yeah, I mean it wasn’t anything else was it, we didn’t know any better.”
“No, of course not.”
“It did feel a bit naughty though…”
“And how does it feel now?”
I soaped her snatch.
“Oooh still naughty… very naughty…”
“Would you like me to stop?”
“Oh no,” Hallie gasped, pushing her pussy onto my palm. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I continued to rub and fondle her most precious places on the pretext of cleansing her cunt, but I was simply enjoying her warm, wet, womanly body.
I moved a hand up to her breast.
“I’ve never washed these before though.”
“Then you’d better give them a proper seeing to.” She bit her lip coyly, as though she were a little embarrassed at what she was suggesting.
I couldn’t wait to get started.
After secretly admiring them since the day they first emerged from her chest, I was finally free to enjoy them in all their fantastic fullness.
I rubbed and stroked and squeezed. And even took the opportunity to suckle on those lovely long nipples – it was what they were made for, after all.
I shuffled closer to more fully enjoy my sister’s charms.
My body closing the distance between us until the tip of my penis nudged up against the softness of her sex.
We halted for moment.
There was no need for words.
We were twins.
We knew eachother’s thoughts.
She reached down into the water and took hold of my cock, guiding me towards her entrance.
I pushed forward.
Just a little.
Just enough to put the tip inside her.
She pushed back.
It was exquisite.
But it wasn’t enough.
We didn’t have much room for manoeuvre, but we instinctively adjusted our bodies to find the best position.
Hallie moved above me, twisting and balancing until she achieved the best position to accept the throbbing rod, pushing at her entrance.
I thrust up into her and she bounced on top of me, find the perfect rhythm for our carnal coupling.
It didn’t matter that we were related.
We were simply a boy and a girl who understood eachother’s needs and were eager to satisfy them whilst also fulfilling our own.
We humped enthusiastically and energetically.
Fully focused on one another.
Oblivious to the waves of water soapy that were cascading over the edge of the bath due to our gyrations.
We drove eachother on.
Powerless to end our union before we both achieved our release.
We came together, as twins should, in a breathless, screaming, climax of youthful ecstasy.
We remained in eachother’s arms.
Happy to stay there for ever.
Not even noticing that the water was going cold around us.
A knock at the door interrupted our bliss.
It was Bethany, using her own voice, this time.
“Okay guys. Time’s up. You’ve had an hour. You can come out now. The spirits won’t mind.”
We heard a boy laugh.
It was Seb.
“Well if you’re busy…”
“Yes we are a little,” my sister interjected politely.
“It’s almost half past ten,” Bethany explained, “you’re mum will be home soon.”
“Well maybe you could just tidy up and let yourselves out when you’re ready then please.” Hallie was in no mood to leave the bathroom.
“Yes, and feel free to take some booze home with you,” I added, sweetening the deal.
“Cheers, dude. No problem!” Seb was convinced.
They left us to our own devices.
“Well we never used to do that in the bath when we were kids,” she whispered.
“No.”
I was quite surprised that we’d done it now. I certainly hadn’t planned to.
She quietly reached for another towel to dry me, but stopped as though she had suddenly been struck by the enormity of our actions.
“I wonder what came over us.
It’s never even crossed my mind before.
Maybe it was the ghosts, after all. I mean it is Halloween.”
I was about to agree with her when there was a flash and crash as a lightning bolt struck a tree outside the window.
My sister jumped into my arms in fright, just like she had done when she was little girl.
But she wasn’t a little girl any more.
She was a beautiful and desirable young woman pressing her shapely body against my own.
The unclothed contact reignited our ardour.
We couldn’t help ourselves.
She kissed me like she had never kissed me before.
Hard.
Open mouthed.
Amorous.
An wordless invitation to do more.
I pushed her back against the wall, pulled up her left leg and entered her wet, wanton hole without hesitation.
Fucking harder, faster, deeper
Hungry and urgent.
Lifting her off the floor with the strength of my hips and the power of my cock.
She clung to my body like a woman in love, hanging on to accept every single shot and spurt of my incestuous spunk until it filled her and overflowed to seep down her legs.
It had been quite a birthday party.
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Our guests had gone by the time we left the bathroom.
We both needed to sleep and retired to our bedrooms where we found a handwritten note, waiting for us.
“Thank you for being such wonderful hosts
On this night of ghoulies and ghosts
We hope you loved your late night tryst
And if did – well now there’s a twist
Tonight was more than just a one time scene
Cos’ when you’re together its always Halloween…”
End
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By the way, you might be interested to hear that the witch story is based on a real person, called Meg Shelton.
Her grave is at St Anne’s church in the village of Woodplumpton in northern England.
You can find out more on line, or maybe give her a visit – be careful not to fall off the stone though!
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