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This part picks up right after the previous part ends….
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The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part VII
I held out my hand and Angelina climbed to her feet and sat on a massage table, as we all hung around the bondage dungeon, recovering and discussing next steps.
“If we go straight to the police, Bart Dover will clam right up,” Angelina said. “Once he is charged, he has no motivation to provide any help in finding the ashes. And it’s not like a case with a missing body, so I don’t know that the state is going to have that high on their priority list. The bodies were already identified and documented. Missing ashes twenty years later is just a paperwork exercise.”
“To Dorothy and Lorelei it’s a lot more than a paperwork exercise,” Mina said, frustration creeping into her voice. “We need those ashes if they’re ever going to be able to stop haunting an old bed and a couple of old pistols.”
“Agreed, but who’s going to believe us?” Lila said.
“Whatever strategy we work out, I think it probably needs to involve putting the Helmsworth twins in front of Bart somehow,” I said. “Angelina, what can you tell us about Bart Dover?”
Angelina sighed. “Bart’s a tough nut to crack. He’s an electrician, been one all his life, and makes a pretty decent living. Not long after he murdered the Helmsworths, he married and had a son, Will. Though he was married, he remained a skirt-chaser – still is. His wife dumped him when Will was about five and took Will with her, though she only moved about a half hour away. Bart always had a mean streak, and that just made him meaner. After that, he made some half-hearted attempts to rekindle his relationship with me, but I gave him a hard no. When Will got a little older, he moved back in with his dad, as boys will often do. That softened Bart a good bit, but he never really recovered from the insult of losing his wife. Now that Will has graduated from college and got a place of his own, Bart is spending way too much time alone in that house, brooding. This is going to be tough.”
“Do you think he still has a thing for you?” Callie asked.
“Yes, a little,” Angelina replied. “He pops by the office every few weeks, ‘just to say hi’ as he puts it. He always acts real nice towards me, but he still has a temper with everyone else. And it’s not just that he’s reserved, I could deal with that. He’s short with anyone who’s not an attractive young woman. It’s too bad, he’s a nice-looking guy with a good job in a small town. They’re hard to come by.”
“Interesting,” Lila said. “When I went and talked to him, he seemed kind of quiet, but he was actively engaged in our conversation.”
“What were you wearing?” Angelina asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Did you show any skin?”
Lila chuckled. “Maybe a little…”
“Any personal interests, hobbies, etc?” I asked.
“He has a collection of about a dozen vintage firearms. For a steep price, he’s also the go-to guy for townsfolk who can’t pass a gun-buyer’s background check, if you catch my drift. He has a classic 80’s Trans Am Firebird he uses to try to pick up drunk college girls. Nice car, but no. Other than that, he just sits in that house, guzzles Buds, and watches ESPN.”
“Tits, cars, beer, and guns – a real man” Mina sneered. “I think we’ve got some things we can work with.”
We spent the next couple hours drawing up plans, then Angelina went home. The twins spent the evening with some friends going to see a movie, and Lila and I had a quiet night alone at home (besides the ghosts in the attic).
The next morning was a Sunday. Angelina called about noon and said that Bart Dover was expecting us at 2:00.
I watched out the front window, waiting for Angelina’s car to go by, then we walked down the street, all four of us. We had spent much of the morning practicing our routine and memorizing lines in the hope that our all our planning would work out. We had our fingers crossed.
It was a warm day and the twins had worn spaghetti tanks that clung to their slender bodies, accentuating their small chests and permitting just the hint of pokies. My wife went braless under a super-tight, pink T-shirt that complemented her bust in a way that was breathtaking – even Callie and Mina were trying not to stare. I wore an oversized button-up shirt that minimized my musculature as much as possible. I was trying to look scrawny and scared – not an easy task.
Inside, Bart was sitting in a recliner in a torn pair of jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt that might have looked good on him when he was 25. His eyes looked like he was still hungover from the previous night, and he smelled fresh, like he had just gotten around to showering right before we came. He was a good-looking guy, in a rugged way, except for the underlying vibe of sleaze that clung to him. He didn’t rise when we came in, just gestured to a tattered couch and an easy chair.
At Angelina’s prompting, he asked if anyone wanted anything to drink, like sodas, water…or a beer. He seemed relieved that I asked for a beer, and he came out with two, one for me and one for him.
Once we were settled in, he dispensed with the small talk.
“I understand you need some help,” he said, taking a swig from his can of Bud.
I nodded and did my best act of a nervous glance at the twins, who were staring at the floor. When I looked up, I noticed the Bart was taking a full measure of Callie and Mina.
“Yes,” I said, softly, looking down, then looking up at him while trying to appear a little guilty. “You know how the world is these days. I’d like my girls to have some personal protection, but we had this little incident where we used to live. We’re trying to move on – the girls learned their lesson – but if they applied for permits, the local cops would probably find out about their mishap. And you know how small town police can be. Can you help? I’d really appreciate it. I can pay a little extra too, you know, to help with any, um, handling fees…”
While I spoke, Bart’s eyes had been flicking back and forth between the twins’ tits and my face – with occasional stops at my wife’s chest. Angelina was right, this guy was a scum. Sending him up the creek for the Helmsworth twins’ murder would be fun…
When I was finished, he smiled.
“Angelina vouches for you, which is enough for me,” he said. “I can get you a couple of small caliber untraceables. You’ll need to get your own ammo. It will take me a couple of weeks to come up with the guns – it’s all about what comes on the market and when. But I can get them. I will need half of the price up front, and half on delivery.”
We all made it a point to sigh and look relieved. Mina and Callie leaned over to shake his hand, making sure that they gave him a clear view down their tops while they did so. He took advantage of the offer.
“How much will that be?” I asked.
“The weapons will be $1500 apiece, plus a $250 service charge for each.”
“So $1750 apiece? $3500 total?” I sputtered. “Wow, that’s a lot of cash. We just moved…bought a house…and the twins are over at the university. I just don’t have that kind of money on hand.”
Bart just held out his hands, palms up, and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, that’s what it will cost you,” he said. The smile never left his face.
Silence descended on the room. Bart seemed happy to let it hang in the air.
Finally Mina spoke up.
“Is there any way we could…you know…work something out?”
“Mina no,” I said, but Bart held up his palm at me.
“Let the little lady finish,” he said. “What did you have in mind, Miss?”
“Well, me and my sister, we’ve like, done some modeling. I’m an artist, and she’s a photographer. We’re twins, and…well…you know how twins are. You wouldn’t be touching us or anything, but we could, you know, maybe give you a private show. Us two with you watching. Like a camshow, but in person.”
“That’s an interesting idea you got there, sweetheart,” Bart said. I started to speak up but Bart held up his hand in front of me again. “I’d say Daddy better shut the fuck up or he could blow this whole deal.”
I could have wiped that smirk off his conceited face in two seconds. But I continued to play the flummoxed father. It killed me to do so, but I thought of the Helmsworth twins.
Bart turned to Lila.
“What does Mommy have to say about all this?”
Lila glanced in my direction then looked at the floor. “Well, I suppose, if this is the only way to get this done, how much of a discount do we get?”
“I’ll reduce it by a third,” Bart said. “Unless you join them. Then it’ll be two thirds off.”
“Are you sure all this is okay?” Lila asked. “I wouldn’t want us to do anything, you know, unnatural…”
“We’re all friends here,” said Bart with a big smile.
“So when…” Lila began, hesitatingly.
“Why not right here, right now,” Bart said. “That way Daddy can enjoy the show too.”
I stood up, but again Bart raised his hand. “You better sit down and shut up, Mister,” he said. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
I was long removed from my younger days, so bar fights were a thing of my distant past. But years of healthy living and gym rat lifestyle left me in far better shape than I had been in my young and stupid days. This guy did not scare me one wit. I so wanted to take him out, but again, the Helmsworth twins were the reason I was here.
Inwardly, though, I smiled. This could not be going any better…
Bart nodded to the twins.
“Go ahead girls, show me what you got…” he said.
Callie and Mina played hesitant, leaning towards each other, then backing away nervously, then letting their lips connect. They started cautiously, slowly warming up, kissing, their eyes closed. Callie slid her hand lightly up Mina’s back and caressed her hair. Mina rested her hands on Callie’s waist, then flicked them up her side, letting the edges of her thumbs brush the underside of Callie’s tits.
Callie moaned and disengaged her lips, leaning forward and breathing into her sister’s ear, then running her tongue down her neck. She pushed the strap of Mina’s tank to the side and kissed her shoulder, then lifted her lips for another passionate kiss with her sister.
Mina pulled her loosened strap down and completely off, baring one of her breasts. Callie leaned down and breathed softly across her sister’s pert little breast, teasing her, bringing Mina’s dart-like nipples to full attention before pressing her lips against it and gently sucking. Mina moaned as her sister licked and sucked. She pushed the other side of her tank down, giving Callie access to both mounds. Callie she took advantage of it, softly running her tongue across the valley between.
I had kept my eyes mostly down-turned during this, just watching the action out of the corner of my eye. I glanced in Bart’s direction. He was enrapt. He had an oily smile spread across his sleazy little face like he had just hit the jackpot. I looked at Angelina and she and I quietly nodded to each other. Things were still going mostly according to plan.
Meanwhile, Callie had peeled off her top and her shorts and was laying out on the couch with Mina between her thighs, pushing her thong aside, licking at her puffy little pussy in long, loving strokes. Callie moaned – a real moan, not a pretend one for Bart’s sake – and I realized that my daughters were actually kind of getting off on having an audience. As their father, I wanted to be irritated and protective, but I realized that the events of the past few days had moved us so far down the road that those thoughts were irrelevant and unhelpful. Inwardly, I just shook my head.
Lila had peeled off her shorts and moved above Callie, hovering her meaty lobes over her daughter’s face. Callie licked and sucked on her mom’s labia, then pushed the lobes back and sucked on her thick clitoris. Lila moaned and ran her hands up her skin-tight T-shirt that still clung to her substantial mom-chest, her hard nipples pressing against the fabric prominently as the flesh underneath jiggled. Thick streamers of juice slid from my wife’s slit down across my daughter’s chin as Callie continued to work over her mother’s cunt. Lila moaned again and I realized that she, too, was enjoying the attention, even if it was from a creep and a murderer. I thought her hard nipples were about to bore through the fabric of her T-shirt.
Lila arched her back and came again, her tits continuing to jiggle seductively under her T-shirt, even as Callie dug her fingernails into her mother’s thigh in her own moment of passion, leaving deep scratches. The room smelled of female arousal. I have to admit, I felt myself getting hard despite everything.
The smirk that was coating Bart’s face had gotten even wider. He pointed at me.
“You ever fuck one of these hot little girlies of yours?” he said.
“What? No!” I said, indignantly.
He pointed at Mina. “How about you go over and fuck your buff old man.”
“I…” Mina started, looking uncomfortable.
“If you want that discount on my services, you gotta make this worth my while, remember?” Bart said. “Now get naked and get Daddy’s dick up your ass.”
Mina disengaged from Callie and Lila and moved over to me. She peeled off her top and shorts and did a slow turn in front of me, making sure Bart had a clear view of her slender, lithe form. She leaned over and hesitantly kissed me on the lips. I slid my hands lightly down her side and rested them on her hips. She pushed harder against my lips and we kissed more urgently. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, giving Bart a clear view of her wet, puffy slit and her puckered little asshole.
She pulled my shirt open, running her fingers down my chest, then following them with her tongue, flicking across my muscles, then slipped her tongue up my neck and breathed softly on my shoulder.
I lifted her up and pushed her pert, young mounds into my face, sucking her rock-hard nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the tight, brown darts. Mina moaned and grabbed my hair, pulling my face tighter into her chest. I sucked at her breasts as she urged me on.
Mina pulled back and slid her hand down my chest to my shorts, unhooking them and sliding them down. My cock popped free of my shorts, long, hard, purple, pulsating. I glanced over at Bart, he was watching lustily, occasionally glancing over at Callie and Lila, who were kissing and fingering each other, but he was mostly watching Mina and what she was doing to me.
Mina knelt down and began running her tongue up and down the underside of my meat, teasing out streamers of pre-come. She spread her legs and bent forward in a way so as to give Bart as clear a view as possible of her wet, puffy cunt and her cute, puckered asshole. Mina slid the head of my cock into her mouth, the pushed her lips slowly down the shaft. I reached around her small body and slid a finger from each hand into her ass, pulling the sphincter open and giving Bart a clear view of the crumpled pink flesh inside my daughter’s tight, young, sweet asshole.
Mina moaned, her lips still pressed on the base of my cock, shaking her head back and forth. She sent shivers through by body and I leaned back, closing my eyes, letting her work her magic. When I opened my eyes I noticed that Angelina had stood up and moved to stand behind Bart, running her hands down his chest. The tent in the leg of his jeans was obvious, and his face was flushed.
Mina gestured to Lila, who reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lube, tossing it to her. Mina poured some lube down my purple cock, then rubbed some on her asshole. Finally, she turned around with her back to me, and climbed on board, sliding her ass down my cock and leaning backwards. She gave our spectator a clear view of her whole package – her pert little tits, her slender waist and hips, her asshole gripping my meat as she slid up and down, and her cunt that was now gaped from the pressure of my cock in her ass.
Bart was locked onto Mina’s every motion. I grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them, then grabbed her hips to help steady her. She was so thin and light that I could practically pick her up and use her like a sex toy. She ramped up the pace, sodomizing herself on her father’s pole. I really wished I could have watched the action from Bart’s perspective, it must have been breathtakingly hot. Mina was totally into it and selling the show like a real camwhore, and glancing over at Lila and Callie, I could see they were also doing their camgirl best as they fingered each other frantically.
Mina leaned back, her shoulders just under my chin, her hair cascading over my face. I breathed softly in her ear and kissed her shoulder. She moaned and closed her eyes. I closed mine, blocking out everything except the feeling of my daughter against me, her smell, the feel of her body, my cock inside her ass, the sensation of her sliding across the shaft. We blocked out the rest of the world – blocked out the murderer who was ogling us as we fucked – and locked ourselves in our own little world. For at least a few brief moments, it was beautiful.
Mina came softly, then followed it up with a second orgasm that tightened her asshole. That made me moan. She increased the pace even further and I felt my balls tighten. Mina felt it too because she quickly came again, much harder. She gushed across my balls and thighs and tightened her ass muscles even harder around my cock. I couldn’t hold on a lot longer.
“Let me come inside you,” I whispered.
“No,” she said back. “We need a money shot for our audience.” I didn’t like that answer, but knew she was right. I lifted her up and she slid off my cock, leaning back and stroking my meat frantically. A second later my balls pulsed and I spattered my pearls across my daughter’s abdomen all the way up to her hard little tits.
Eventually I had to open my eyes and look over at our audience. Bart was engrossed. His eyes were wide and the tent in his jeans was obvious.
I glanced at Lila, and she met my eye. It was time for the moment of truth. My wife let her eyes roam down across Bart’s chest to his crotch and obvious erection. She slipped off the couch and crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, finally kneeling at Bart’s feet. Her amazing tits jiggled underneath her tight pink T-shirt.
“So, baby, is there anything more we can do that would make those guns free of charge?” Lila purred, running a finger up the inside of Bart’s thigh while squeezing a tit with the other hand. “You know, maybe make this show a little more…interactive?”
“If you make this worth my while, I’ll make it worth yours,” Bart said, the oily, sleazy smile on his face getting wider.
Lila unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his tighty-whitey’s down. His cock was about average size and stuck up as soon as it cleared his jeans. Lila spit on it, and began sliding her hands up and down the shaft. Bart moaned.
Lila leaned back and started to pull off her T-shirt, then stopped.
“Close your eyes, baby,” she said, winking.
“Why do I have to close my eyes?” Bart said, his eyes narrowing. He glanced at me. “Is this some trick?”
I held up my hands. “You’ve won, buddy,” I said. “You’ve got my wife, you’ve got my daughters. What more do you want from me?”
The corner of Bart’s lip curled in another evil smirk. “Yeah, I guess I have. Hah.”
Fucking scum.
Angelina, still standing behind him, covered his eyes with her hands.
The second his eyes were covered, Mina and Callie reached down to the small purse Lila had brought. Inside were the Helmsworth pistols. A red glow suffused the room, and Dorothy and Lorelei flickered in, wearing the party dresses they were wearing the night they were murdered. Their foreheads bore bullet holes, their heads were half-missing, their face and dresses were coated in blood.
Lila slipped to the side and Dorothy knelt down, pulling Bart’s cock into her mouth, sliding her bloody lips all the way to the base. Lorelei stood behind her.
Bart, his eyes still covered by Angelina, moaned. “Fuck yeah, baby, suck that thing. Show your sorry old man over there what it looks like to suck a real man’s cock.”
I crept behind the chair and stood next to Angelina. I nodded. Angelina slowly removed her hands.
It was a really good thing it was hot out, so Bart had the A/C on and the windows closed. Because if the windows were open, the scream he let out would have brought the police from miles away.
“AAAAAAGH!” he screeched, in a voice that sounded more like a twelve-year-old girl than a guy in his mid-fifties. “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! GET IT OFF ME!”
He tried to rise but I pushed him back in the chair and Dorothy continued to fellatiate him, the gaping wound in her head bouncing up and down as she sucked him. His aghast eyes roamed back and forth between her and Lorelei.”
“What the fuck! What the fuck!” he kept repeating. He looked like he was about to go into shock, so I called off the Helmsworth twins and sent them into the other room for the moment. But even after they left, his eyes were wild.
He looked like he had seen a real, live ghost…
“Bart,” I said, kneeling down in front of him and trying to get him to look at me. “Bart, here…” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. Slowly the light came back on in his eyes, but they still roved anxiously around the room.
“Where are the ashes, Bart?” I said. “We can make the scary ghosts go away, but we need their ashes. Without the ashes, they’re going to keep coming back. If you don’t tell me where they are, the ghosts will be back tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. They won’t leave until we get the ashes. Just tell me where the ashes are.”
Bart was shaking, he was an utterly destroyed human being.
“They’re up at my camp up in the mountains. They’re in a pair of ziploc bags inside a shoebox that’s tucked in the rafters above the kitchen. I…I never meant to do anything bad with the ashes. I just figured if I didn’t bury them or scatter them, the twins wouldn’t be able to move on, they’d be stuck here….like…ghosts. I just never thought I’d actually see them. The camp keys are in my truck. Go get the ashes, do whatever you you need. Just make sure I never see…them… again.” He gestured towards the other room where the Helmsworth twins had gone.
“Do you know where the camp is?” I asked Angelina.
She nodded. “It’s about an hour north of town. I know the way.”
“Great, let’s get going then. It’s time to finally lay this mess to rest,” I said. Then I paused, turning back to Bart. “I forgot something,” I added.
“What?” Angelina asked.
I leaned back and cocked Bart hard across the jaw. His head bobbled to the side and I heard his teeth clack together. I think I might have broken one. He turned back towards me, his lips beginning to bleed, his eyes wide. I grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him bodily out of the chair.
“You ever even look at my wife and daughters again, I’m coming for you. That’s a promise, mister.”
We got dressed and piled into Lila’s SUV, leaving Bart sitting in stunned silence in his living room, his jeans and tighty-whiteys still around his ankles. The drive took just under an hour and the mood in the car was bubbly. We had solved this thing. We were putting the poor Helmsworth twins to rest. We were going to put a murderer in prison.
We done good!
Even Angelina, who was probably looking at least some heavy probation if things went her way, was upbeat. I guess when you’ve been carrying something like this around for so long, unburdening your soul is worth the penalty.
We made plans to stop at a bar on the way home to celebrate. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened…
Angelina guided Lila to an overgrown highway turnoff leading up a rocky, rutted, dirt double-track to a shack surrounded by miles of woods. There was a rough clearing about twenty yards wide with some patchy grass and puddles, and in the center a ramshackle cabin.
“I know exactly where to look,” Angelina said, hopping out of the SUV and heading towards the shack. “I’ll just be a minute.”
The rest of us climbed out of the car and took advantage of the break to stretch our legs, cracking lighthearted jokes about Bart’s housekeeping. I surveyed the mess in the yard. There was a pile of wood stacked neatly to one side, and that was about the only neat thing about the place. There were tools and a couple of old rusted appliances scattered around. The grass was sketchy, patchy here and there. The tools sitting out included several shovels, a pickaxe, and a post hole digger. Along the forest edge sat a dinged-up old Bobcat with a shovel attachment. I noticed the mountainous ground was rocky and hard. It must be bitch if you had to dig a hole here.
But why would Bart even need to dig a hole, let alone have all these digging tools sitting out here? He was an electrician, not a ditch-digger.
I looked around the yard again. There were a few spots in the yard where large puddles of standing rain water hadn’t drained – three or four of them. I could see a few more similar patches off into the woods.
They were a consistent size – about seven feet square.
“Oh, fuck,” I said softly.
“What?” Lila asked.
I didn’t answer, I splashed into the nearest puddle and started digging.
Angelina came out of the cabin with the ashes and approached really, really slowly.
I ran over and tried to start the Bobcat but it was dead, so I had to work by hand. Mina grabbed a shovel and joined me in the hole. The others all stood around me watching silently, realizing slowly what was happening.
About four feet down, we found…them.
“It can’t be,” Angelina said, backing away, her hand over her mouth. “That was just…just a rumor…no…no way…”
I looked up at her from the muddy, rocky hole where I stood – a pair of identical human skulls at my feet.
“You knew!” I said to her – I practically screamed at her. “Your whole fucking town knew and you didn’t put a stop to it. You people are monsters!”
[To be continued]
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