The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... smile, then pointed to the box with the guns.

“Are you tied to your weapons?”

Lorelei and Dorothy sat stock still.

Like I said, I raised clever daughters.

“It logically followed,” Callie said. “They showed up tonight when Mina and I touched the Remingtons. If twins touch their pistols, they show up. Anywhere.”

Another radiant smile broke out across the faces of the Helmsworth twins.

I smiled too. “Tomorrow I’m going to invite Angelina for a little visit, and Dorothy and Lorelei need to bring their scary faces.”

We spent much of the next hour working out a plan. Then while Callie retired to her darkroom with the camera we found, I made a couple of adjustments to the equipment in the little bondage playroom to fit with our plans.

Callie returned awhile later with a twenty photos of a New Years Eve Y2K party taking place at a house on the outskirts of town. Lots of people we recognized from town were there – their younger versions – including the Helmsworth twins. Angelina showed up in a few photos, as well as Mr. Dover. In one pic, Mr. Dover even had his arm around Angelina’s waist. It was kind of creepy.

The last picture in the roll was taken as folks were leaving. There were cars lined up in a row to head out, nose-to-tail. The picture looked like it was shot out the passenger side of a car – presumably the Helmsworth twins’ car. It showed the car immediately behind them, and behind the steering wheel was Angelina.

“She left the party right ...

... behind them,” I said, shaking my head, angry all over again. “That bitch has some explaining to do.”

Lila looked closely at the picture.

“The pickup truck behind Angelina, I’ve seen that truck somewhere around town,” she said.

“It’s been over twenty years since that pic was taken,” Mina said. “Would it be even recognizable?”

“Maybe…” Lila trailed off, absently rubbing her cheek as she tried to remember.

The next morning I called Angelina. I made it a point to sound nervous, and asked if she could come by the house. I said my wife and daughters were away visiting their mother and I might want to take advantage of her offer of help with the stuff in the attic. Maybe she could come over and we could look through it...together.

And I told her to dress light because the attic was warm.

She swallowed the bait.

I went shirtless and did a few push-ups in the attic before she came, giving me a flushed look and thin sheen of perspiration on my muscles when I answered the door.

Angelina was wearing a white spaghetti tank that I could clearly see her wide aureoles through, and a pair of thin, light yellow yoga shorts that outlined her slit perfectly. Her outfit managed to contain her curves, but not without an effort.

I opened the door and she came in, giving me a big hug. She pressed her chest and hips against me. I could feel her hard nipples at the end of her big, soft tits through the fabric of her top. I let myself come partially erect so she could feel my ...