The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part VIII & Epilogue (MF, FF, Incest[S/S,F/D,M/D], anal)

Well, this is the end. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed creating it…

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part VIII

The next few hours were a complete blur. Lila called the police, and soon the area was crawling with law enforcement. Angelina was separated from us. The last we saw of her that day she was riding away in the back of a trooper’s cruiser We gave statements, but it was clear we were just here for the ashes Bart had stolen, so after hours of sitting around, we were thanked for our efforts and allowed to leave.

The drive home was spent in complete silence. I think we were all in shock. When we passed through town on the way to our house, the place was in utter chaos. The response from law enforcement was overwhelming. Unlike after the Helmsworth murders, this time they weren’t taking “no” for an answer from a bunch of bullshit locals.

Bart’s house and yard were cordoned off and it was lit up like a Christmas tree with police cars. And it wasn’t just the state troopers. The FBI and ATF had SUVs outside, and other agencies were scattered around town getting in on the party.

But the police presence wasn’t what made things really chaotic. There were townsfolk willingly coming out to the police to confess their complicity in covering up the murders. There were so many that the troopers established a command center in the little town hall where a line about a couple dozen deep waited.

The people in line looked really, really scared and upset. In short, they looked like they had all seen ghosts. A lot of ghosts. Enough ghosts to fill all those graves up at Bart’s shack. The town had become something straight out of Ghostbusters. There were bloody twin women wandering around the sidewalks, some dressed in the tattered clothes they had died in, some wearing nothing at all. They were knocking on doors, and if the guilty didn’t open, they went in anyway.

It was not a good night if you were one of the people who looked the other way all those years – which included about half of the town’s population.

The town was in absolute mayhem. Beautiful, righteous, well-deserved mayhem. We drove to the center of town and parked, just to watch the justice being served.

Around 2:30 AM, having seen enough, we drove home. We were all exhausted as we slowly climbed out of the SUV.

“What’s going on in the attic?” Callie asked, pointing upward. The house had two windows in front that opened from the attic. Both windows now glowed with a bright light coming from within.

We went inside and cautiously climbed up the stairs. The entire attic was suffused with a bright white light and standing within, there were twenty young women, all twins. The Helmsworths were there, along with nine other pairs of women I didn’t recognize. Strangely, they were all naked.

Dorothy stepped forward.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You can speak?” I asked.

“I can now, we all can. You’ve given all of us a voice.” There were murmurs of assent among the other women.

I looked around at the ghostly women who stood, crowded into the attic and spilling over into the twins’ room. It was too much. It had just been a little over 72 hours since I lay back on that bed and unexpectedly met the Helmsworth twins. So much had happened.

I broke down and wept. My wife and my daughters did as well.

Dorothy smiled down, laying her hand on my shoulders.

“You are exhausted, overwrought. Go get some sleep. We can talk more when you’ve rested. We are all so very grateful to all four of you for what you’ve done.”

The glow in the room faded some, and the other women slowly flickered out, until there was just a faint reddish glow and only Dorothy, Lorelei, and two young blonde twins remained. They helped us undress, get bathed because we were all muddy, and crawl into bed.

The story (and our pictures) were all over the news by the time we made it out of bed early afternoon the next day. A couple reporters showed up at the door and we sent them away empty-handed. The state police stopped by courteously several times just to see how we were doing. My boss, Lila’s boss, and the twins’ professors all told us to take some time off after what we’d found up in the mountains. So we decided to take them up on that advice.

All four of us were listless and exhausted Monday. We lay around the house, drained, vacantly staring at whatever happened to be on the television at the moment – as long as it wasn’t the news. Dorothy and Lorelei came down to see how we were doing a couple of times (apparently they now could appear or disappear at will), but mostly left us alone. We ordered pizza for lunch and kebabs for dinner. Nothing got done all day and we were all in bed early that night.

By Tuesday, I was starting to feel at least marginally normal. In the early afternoon, we ventured back up into the attic. Dorothy and Lorelei were there, beaming.

“You seem so happy,” I said. “We just uncovered a serial killer who slew ten pairs of twins, including you. How can you be so happy?”

“We’re finally free,” she said. “All of us. It’s wonderful. Thank you, we are all so very grateful.”

“Are all the twins here?” Callie asked, looking around the attic.

“They are, for now, though they are a little shy. They need time to find their way. If it is acceptable to you, they will stay here until they are ready. For some, that will happen within a few weeks, others may take many years. Lorelei and I will stay here until they are all free.”

I nodded. “That’s fine, we’re glad to help. As long as we own the house, you are free to use the attic.”

“Thank you.”

There was a lull in the conversation, then Callie spoke up again.

“So…are all these ghost twins…like…say…as laid back as you are?” Callie asked.

Dorothy and Lorelei cocked an eyebrow.

“What do you mean by ‘laid back’?” Lorelei asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Callie said, suddenly looking nervous and shy and turning her gaze downward.

“Nice job, Callie,” Mina said, nudging her twin. “What my sister is trying to ask is if they are all as horny as you are.”

The Helmsworth twins laughed. It was the first time I had heard them laugh, it was a very sweet, lilting chuckle.

“There has been much interesting talk about our dungeon in the other room,” Lorelei said. “There are now some very curious women here.” she said, smiling. She made a gesture with her hands and the twins suddenly went from naked to wearing leather boots and fishnet body suits. Lorelei held a crop, and used it to lift up Mina’s t-shirt (she wasn’t wearing a bra), running the crop up between her breasts. “Do you want to help break them in?”

Mina and Callie nodded.

“And we want to film it!” Callie added. “We want to start a camshow from the dungeon. We can start with the ghosts, and then maybe even include some real live people too, if there are interested parties. We could bring back a virtual version of your bondage parties. It’ll be hot! Fuck all these murderous, stuck-up locals. The more we can piss them off, the better. Plus it would be a neat way for Mina and I to generate a little buzz as we transition from college out to our artistic careers.”

The Helmsworth twins looked at each other, then smiled.

“We haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, so you will need to bring us up to speed on your technology, but I think it sounds like fun.”

I turned to Lila. “Did you know that these two were planning this?”

“They kind of had an idea rolling around in their dirty little heads ever since we discovered the dungeon. I’d never seen this side of them before, but once that door got opened it rapidly evolved as events unfolded. I never knew how filthy our daughters’ minds were until all this happened.”

Mina mumbled something about apples and trees.

“And you didn’t share this with their father?” I asked my beloved wife. “What price did you extract for this secrecy?”

“We get to play too,” she said, placing an arm around her shoulder.

“We?”

“Yes, the two of us. We don’t have to show our face if we don’t want, there are some masks and gimp hoods in the dressing room. But how could we do this without your hard body and, well, certain other hard parts of your anatomy? And our little baby daughters need our adult supervision…and our parental discipline…”

Mina giggled and pressed her behind against my hips.

“Discipline me, Daddy,” she said, and giggled again. I smacked her ass.

“So enlighten me again how this is going to work,” I said.

“Let’s go to the dungeon and we can show you,” Callie replied, walking to the twins’ room.

“This room will be where Mina and I do our hosting,” Callie said. “It’s got a bed and enough room to set up a camera and still move around.”

“What about the Helmsworth twins?” I asked. “This is their room.”

“We’re not bound to this physical plane the way you are,” Lorelei said. “It’s complicated but this entire house also exists on another plane as well. The core area of the attic is the portal between the two for us ghosts. So you can use this room as you wish, the rest of us are living in a different version of this house in another plane. It’s counter-intuitive, sorry.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll take your word for it.” I nodded to Callie and Mina to continue.

“Cool,” Mina said, taking over their narrative and herding us through the black door. “So coming back to the bondage show, once we want to do anything kinky, we shift to the dungeon. We have a couple of tripod cameras we can set up in here, depending on what device we are using. We can move them around at will, or we can go purely handheld. The danger with handheld when making erotica is that the hornier the cameraperson, the shakier the video.”

I turned to Callie.

“Can you get one of your cameras and show me how the setup would work?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said. “I’ve got one out here in the main part of the attic. Just a sec.”

She came in a few minutes later with a mounted camera. I pointed to the manacles along the wall.

“Set it up like you were going to shoot something along there,” I said, and Callie diddled with the setup for a moment and gave me a thumbs up.

I walked over and looked at the cam. It was pretty straightforward. I hit the “record” button, then took Callie’s hand firmly and led her to the manacles along the wall.

“Wait,” she said, trying to pull away. “That’s connected to Mina’s and my Insta account. That’s livestreaming. We need to set up accounts on some adult services before we…”

“I thought you wanted to make a big splash?” I interrupted. “You know, generate a buzz, right?”

Callie looked at Mina. Mina just shrugged. I pulled Callie’s t-shirt off of her and locked her into the manacles. I reached for Mina.

“We wanna be size queens,” Mina said, waving to the camera and peeling off her top and her shorts. “So before you let us down make sure you try out that eighteen inch thing. I like anal.”

“Mina!” Callie said.

“What? Am I lying?” Mina shot back.

Callie just shook her head and waggled her ass at the camera. She looked over her shoulder at the fishnet-clad, crop-bearing Helmsworth twins.

“Hurt me, baby,” she said to the Dorothy and Lorelei.

I peeled off both the twins shorts, leaving them naked in front of the Helmsworth’s. Both Dorothy and Lorelei now held crops, and they were tapping them against their palms.

“How hard should we hit them?” Dorothy asked.

“Just don’t leave any permanent scars,” I said.

Dorothy smiled and approached my daughters’ slender, naked asses. I made sure the camera was perfectly centered on their pink little rears. Dorothy ran the crop up between Callie’s thighs, then tapped her puffy cunt. Callie moaned as Dorothy ran the end of the crop up between her ass cheeks, then leaned back and struck her hard across her ass. Callie let out a squeal and her back arched for a moment. Then she wiggled her ass as if asking for more.

Meanwhile, Lorelei was running her hand up Mina’s ass crack, pulling her cheek’s apart, rubbing her puckered asshole. Mina moaned. Suddenly Lorelei struck Mina’s sphincter with the crop and Mina moaned. Several more strikes followed, but these were more safely landed across Mina’s ass cheeks.

My cock had shifted around in my shorts and was coming to attention. Lila ditched her top and she pulled my T-shirt off, pressing her thick, delicious mom-tits against my muscular chest. Our lips met and we kissed, as I reached around and grabbed her ass, sliding my hands down her short tights. The crotch of the shorts was soaked.

Lila wrapped her legs around my waist and I picked her up and carried her to a massage table, where I planted her down and pulled my lips down to her thick, delightful tits. She moaned as I ran my tongue around her hard, pebbled aureole and pulled her long nipple into my mouth. My wife’s body was amazing and as I licked and sucked her pendulous breasts, I ran my fingers along her soaked labia through her drenched tights. I could feel the hard prominence of her erect clit poking out from its mound of flesh and pressing hard against the fabric of her tights. I knelt down between her legs and sucked at her hard clit through the tights, making her moan again and lean back on the massage table. Her big tits splayed out across her chest sexily and she arched her back as she came, dumping her juice through the fabric and into my mouth.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and Lorelei gestured for me to shift my attention to my daughters. Lila propped herself up on her elbows, looking forlorn until Dorothy knelt down, pulling off my wife’s tights and going to work on her thick lobes. Lila moaned.

Lorelei pointed as my daughters’ assholes.

“Before we get to the whole size queen thing, maybe Daddy should warm up their assholes?” she asked.

“Yeah…” Mina moaned.

“Daaaaaddy….” Callie echoed.

Lorelei pulled my shorts down and then dumped a load of lube on my cock. She pulled Callie’s cheeks open first, gaping her young, tight asshole and adding a streamer of lube. My daughter’s pink assflesh beckoned my cock that was purple and pulsating. I gave my meat a stroke, then pressed it against Callie’s gaped sphincter.

“Daaaaddy,” Callie repeated. “Fuck my ass, Daddy.”

Lorelei pulled Callie’s asshole open even wider. Callie moaned as I pressed the head of my cock into my daughter’s ass, begging me to push all the way in. As I slid in deeper, she squeezed her muscles, making me feel every inch. I moaned, but pushed in deeper and deeper. Finally my balls landed against her cunt.

A sudden, sharp pain shot across my ass. Lorelei had just struck me with the crop.

“Now get busy,” she said. “Fuck that girl. Hard.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I began pistoning my meat in and out of my daughter’s pink, puckered asshole. Callie begged me to go harder and harder, and I complied. The lube in her ass made a sucking sound and slid out around my cock, dribbling down in large goopy streamers. Callie moaned, her back arched, and she lifted her upper body up by the manacles. I felt her come and a thick glob of grool poured from her cunt against my balls.

Lorelei put her hand on my chest, then guided me back. My cock popped free of my daughter’s asshole, leaving it gaped and pink. Lorelei slid two fingers from each hand inside Callie’s ass and stretched it even wider.

“That’ll do,” she said with a smile.

“Oh come on,” Callie protested. “We were just getting started.”

Lorelei gave Callie a hard strike across her ass with the crop that left a streak of red welts on Callie’s skin.

She had lubed up Mina’s ass and told me to repeat the performance.

Mina looked back over her shoulders with her doe eyes and smiled.

“Come on, Daddy,” she crooned. “You know you like my asshole best.”

“Fuck you, bitch” Callie replied to her. “You know he likes my ass.”

“You wish, cunt.”

They went back and forth as Lorelei pulled Mina’s asshole open and I slipped inside.

Mina moaned and Callie made a laughing sound.

“I told you you couldn’t take it like I could, bitch,” Callie sneered.

Mina didn’t respond, instead she pushed her ass backwards, sliding her tight young asshole down my cock. This time I was the one who moaned.

“I didn’t hear him moan like that when he was inside you,” Mina shot back, as I ripped my meat in and out of her ass, making her cheeks quake with each stroke.

While I abused my daughter’s asshole, I looked over at my wife. Dorothy had moved away and was buckling up a strap-on that had to be close to two feet long. My wife was now in the hands of the two blonde ghosts we had seen a couple nights before who helped us all into bed. Lila was on all fours and they two blonde ghosts were using strap-ons. One of the ghosts was laying on her back with my wife over her, sliding her hips up and down the foot-long dildo. The other ghost was in front of her, grasping Lila’s hair and forcing her mouth down onto her dong. My wife’s curvy ass and pendulous tits shook as the two svelte blondes drove their artificial cocks into her holes.

I looked back over at Callie and Dorothy. Dorothy now had the end of the two-foot-long dong hovering outside my daughter’s asshole. The sphincter was red from the pounding I had already given it, but Callie didn’t seem to care.

“Fuck me,” she murmured, looking back over her shoulder at the toy perched outside her gaped ass. “I want all of that inside of me.”

Dorothy didn’t move the dildo any closer, to my surprise. But a second later Lorelei pulled me back and slid my cock out of my other daughter’s now-gaping ass.

I was disappointed because I had hoped to finish inside Mina, but instead both Lorelei and Dorothy began sliding their dueling two-foot long dongs inside Callie and Mina’s sphincters.

Dorothy saw me standing there looking forlorn and pointed to my wife. Lila was still taking dildos in her mouth and cunt, but her asshole still stood untouched. She pulled her lips off the dong in her face just long enough to tell me to rectify that oversight. I didn’t argue. I climbed atop the massage table, dumped some lube into my wife’s ass, and slid my cock in – feeling my meat slip along the artificial cock that was inside Lila’s cunt, rubbing against it through the walls of her vagina and asshole. The sensation was phenomenal as I slipped deeper and deeper.

I glanced over at my twin daughters who were now glaring at each other and a competitive edge took over.

Mina reached around and slapped Lorelei’s ass.

“Faster! Deeper!” she said. She had taken about four inches as was begging for more.

Callie, not to be out done, slid her ass backwards, taking in an extra couple of inches, bringing her total to about seven. She moaned.

“That’s how you fucking do it, bitch,” she sneered at her sister. “And I’m not even getting started.”

Mina glared at Callie, then shouted back at Dorothy.

“Your just a poser. I want it all, NOW!”

“No, me first!” Callie shot back. “Get in me!”

The Helmsworth twins glanced at each other, shrugged, then simultaneously, slipped the rest of the two-foot strap-ons into my daughter’s assholes.

It was heartwarming to hear the moans of my twin daughters coming together and see the matching thick streamers of grool that dribbled from their cunts.

They moaned again as Lorelei and Dorothy started pistoning in and out of their sphincters. The competitive edge faded, and Mina reached over, grabbed Callie’s hair, and pulled her face into hers, the two engaging in a sole kiss as dual two-foot dongs slid in and out of their red, inflamed asses.

Meanwhile, I was still driving my cock in and out of my wife’s ass, as the two blonde ghosts pounded Lila’s cunt and mouth. Her thick hips and heavy tits shook with each stroke. I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts from behind, giving them a hard squeeze that made her moan around the dong in her mouth. My wife tightened her ass muscles as she came for at least the third time since I had started fucking her and I felt my balls tighten. Lila felt it too and gripped my cock even harder. A second later a thick load of my seed dumped into my wife’s asshole.

My daughters across the room were locked in their own multi-orgasmic experience as their assholes gripped the dildos with each stroke and stretched out behind them. When this experience had started less than a week before, their sphincters had been tight and puckered, but I was pretty sure they weren’t anymore. My suspicions were confirmed when Lorelei and Dorothy pulled back out, leaving my daughters’ asses gaping, pink, and raggedy.

Lila slipped forward off my cock and rolled off the blonde ghosts. Streamers of my come dribbled from her own gaped asshole and left a trail across the massage table surface.

Dorothy slapped Mina’s ass.

“Well that was a good start to your training as a size queen,” Dorothy said. “That was just depth training, now we work on girth…”

I smiled. If this was what my life was going to be like from now on, I was totally okay with that. A beautiful wife, two lovely daughters, and bevy of horny ghosts.

Good times.

Epilogue

When twenty women die at the hands of a serial killer, it’s hard to call it a happy ending.

Bart Dover never regained his mental faculties after the angry ghosts of twenty murdered women descended upon him. He couldn’t even put together a complete sentence and had to have the lights on round the clock. He was declared unfit to stand trial and will likely live out the rest of his life in an institution for the criminally insane.

Angelina sang like a canary. She ended up getting house arrest for a year, then ten years of probation. We go by and check on her occasionally, but we’re kind of over her bullshit. Her days as the town’s unofficial mascot are pretty much over.

But Angelina’s not alone. Half the town are facing similar punishments after confessing under the lash of angry ghosts in what is now being referred to locally as “The Helmsworth Halloween” (despite having taken place in September).

“Callie and Mina’s Haunted Dungeon of Sexy Horrors” is a camgirl hit. The Helmsworth twins appear in most episodes, Lila and I make regular appearances – usually to punish Callie and Mina – and other ghosts are giving it a whirl. The twins are making some pretty serious cash off their porn, and are also selling their art work faster than they can keep up.

We are down to sixteen ghosts in our attic, we expect a few to move on in the coming weeks but after that I think the remainder are having too much fun being camwhores to move on any time soon.

Our house, once a sad prison for Dorothy and Lorelei, is now a very happy, contented (and a little horny) place.

And we like it that way…

THE END

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10nsyry/the_attic_a_ghost_story_part_viii_epilogue_mf_ff