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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... at the others. “Ready?”

“It’s almost dark,” Callie noted, looking outside.

“Hopefully we aren’t pissing off any ghosts,” Mina replied.

“Well if I had been trapped in an attic for twenty years, I wouldn’t mind being found,” Lila shot back. “Let’s just do this. Worst case scenario, we get fucked. Best case scenario, we get fucked. So, basically, we get fucked either way.”

There were murmurs of assent. I reached for the doorknob and turned, then pulled the door open.

Darkness seemed to spill from the room into the attic, along with a strong fragrance of sandalwood and sulfur. I reached inside and found a light switch, flicking it and turning it on. A string of colored lanterns hanging from the ceiling lit up, casting a soft glow along this new area of the attic. The area was about twenty feet long and maybe eight feet wide. Along the left were some tables that looked like makeup tables. The right side was lined with five closed wardrobes. At the far end were two bathroom stalls and three shower stalls.

“What is this...some kind of dressing room?” Callie asked as we stepped inside. She reached for the first wardrobe and pulled it open. “Holy shit.”

The wardrobe was full of corsets, bodices, and similar lingerie. Leather, lace, and everything in between. The next wardrobe had a full gimp suit, some hoods, lots of latex, and a variety of heels and boots. The third wardrobe was a toy box loaded with dildos, strap-ons, and other toys in a wide range of sizes ...

... and shapes – some were inhumanly huge. The fourth wardrobe held harnesses, ropes, ball gags, and other forms of restraints. And the last wardrobe held miscellaneous bizarre, extreme objects like pumps, enema bags, and several sizes of speculums.

“So these were what they were up to with their ‘special friends’?” Mina asked. “This is a little bit more than just your normal, everyday ‘twin thang’.”

Callie pulled out a leather corset and held it in the air, then framed it against her mother’s body. She let out a wolf whistle.

“I don’t know baby, maybe we should make it part of the everyday ‘twin thang’, or that whole ‘family thang.’ Damn, you would be hot in this, Mom.” Callie said.

The sexual tension had pretty much been non-existent since we had been working in the attic, but now we were all starting to feel it. I think with the falling of darkness, Dorothy and Lorelei’s influence began to grow. My imagination had me doing nasty things to my wife and daughters – with them wearing the outfits they were perusing. The glances I saw them casting to me and each other left me sure that their minds were going along the same lines as mine.

The attic had been a little warm, and I noticed that in the past couple of minutes the twins had peeled off their t-shirts and were now wearing just sports bras and their short tights. I fought the temptation to peel of my t-shirt as well. I wanted my thoughts focused on the business at hand.

To try to clear my mind a little, I went ...