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

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

... 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 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 ...