The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... sufficient to mask the moan that came from the twins’ room. I didn’t dare look over for fear of coming immediately. I just closed my eyes and pistoned my cock in and out of my wife’s ass, knowing that my twin daughters were watching every stroke and getting off on it. Lila’s tits shook and her ass quivered as I sodomized her. I felt her come once, then twice, and I could tell she was heading towards a third.

I glanced over at the twins. They were laid back on Mina’s bed masturbating, their legs spread, their pussies and assholes visible. Looking across at my daughters’ cunts and sphincters pushed me to the very edge. Lila sensed I was about to come and slid her ass off my cock, dropping back to her knees and sucking my meat back into her mouth, working my cock frantically. My balls tightened. Lila pulled back, letting thick ropy threads of my come pour across her mom-tits out as our twin daughters looked on. Their moans of passion mixed with our own.

At that moment, my mind admitted something it had been pondering ever since we had watched Min and Lila making love earlier...it would only be a matter of time before my wife and I were physically involved with our twin daughters. I was completely okay with that, and I was sure Lila felt the same way. The sooner, the better.

Crazy...

As my cock throbbed out its load across my wife’s tits, I would have sworn that I heard the sound of a moan floating down from the attic...

[To be continued]

PART IV

I knew ...

... sleep was going to be difficult that night. The strange occurrences emanating from the attic had everyone on edge, and there was a sexual tension in the air that our evening trysts had failed to quench. We all kept our lights on, and barely slept, frequently texting each other or waving out our windows at each other across the courtyard to make sure everybody was okay. By morning, the texting had become borderline sexting. Having not slept a wink, we were all trooping down to the coffee pot by six AM.

Nobody said much at first, I just handed out mugs as we all sat around the kitchen table staring blearily and vacantly into our java. The tension from the previous night was still thick in the air. It was Lila who broke the silence.

“Unless someone comes up with a really good reason, tonight I am going up there and laying on that bed in the attic,” she said. “I let you guys talk me out of it last night, but that’s my starting position today.”

There was another pause, then Mina giggled.

“Your starting position…” she said, and giggled again. “Your starting position was on your knees from what I saw last night. Your finishing position, too.”

“Like you have a lot of room to talk,” my wife shot back with a smirk.

That broke the tension and we all laughed.

“Seriously,” Lila said, when the giggling slowed down.

“I think before you do that, we need to figure out who those two ghost women are upstairs,” I said. “And what the deal was with that bedroom.”

“How do we ...