Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... worn – in better shape than the outside but still badly in need of a fresh coat of paint and a floor refinishing. Someone had been at least cleaning and dusting. Karen gave them a grand tour of all three floors, assigned bedrooms, and the women brought in their luggage from the car.

They assembled in the front parlor once their gear was stowed.

“So who owns this place?” Sindee asked.

“There’s a family on the other side of the hill that owns a huge spread. They used to live in this mansion, but then this muddy sinkhole formed. They tried to get permission to bulldoze the entire mud puddle, but the presence of the spring made it against environmental laws. It was considered a protected wetland. So after years of legal haggling, they gave up and built a new compound on the opposite end of the property about a half mile away. They have tried to sell or rent this tract for years, with no luck. So when I discovered the place by accident and approached them about renting it for awhile around Thanksgiving, they were excited and cleaned the place up a little for us. They would even be willing to offer us a really good deal if we wanted to take ownership. Something to think about if this weekend is a success.”

They sat down and had a light snack for dinner, and by then it was getting towards 11:00. Sindee’s eyes were slipping closed. Gina rubbed her shoulders.

“Why don’t you go to bed. We’ll wait up for the others,” her grandmother offered. Sindee nodded and made her ...

... way to the shower to wash off what was left of the puke from the afternoon’s adventure, and then to bed.

Sometime late at night, Sindee awoke. The house was quiet. She checked her phone and it said 3:15 AM. She pulled on a T-shirt and slipped from her room, padding down the stairs and peering out the front of the house. Two additional cars were parked in the driveway – her mother, aunt, and cousins were all here. The fridge was full of the usual pre-Turkey-Day fixings. Tomorrow was going to be fantastic.

She poured a glass of water. As she drank, she peered out the back window. The lights had been turned off and only a pair of security lights illuminated the backyard, barely revealing the mud beyond.

Sindee squinted. Something was...no...was that…? Something, or someone, or three someones had seemed to be standing on the mud. Standing there, but not sinking in. Then they were gone.

Sindee shook her head. Probably a trick of the light. She flicked on the main outdoor switch and the floodlights turned the area into day. There was nothing.

She sighed. It was a creepy house and her imagination was getting away from her. She finished her water and went back to bed.

******

The next morning Sindee was the first person up, which was unusual. She went down to the kitchen and, as was Thanksgiving tradition, skipped the coffee and settled for a caffeinated protein shake. Her mother, Marlene, came down shortly after.

Sindee had to admire her mother’s body. Marlene’s ...