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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... back to look at the showers and heads. I found what looked like a master valve and gave it a couple turns. Pipes that hadn’t held water in a couple decades screeched and hissed but seemed to hold. I went through and turned on all the showers, sinks, and toilets, testing each one. They all appeared to be in good working order. There was even still soap in the soap dishes and some clean towels on shelves.

“Hey, I look!” Callie exclaimed. I turned. She had moved from the wardrobes and was standing next to the dressing tables pointing to a jailer-style key ring on the wall. “I bet I know what that opens!”

The erotic tension ratcheted up another notch as I took the key from Callie and headed back out to the locked black door in the other room. On the way Lila joined the twins in pitching off her t-shirt. Her heavy mom-tits were barely contained by her sports bra and I caught both of her daughters checking out her curves in a way I had never seen before.

I could feel a rising sensation inside that I wanted to start peeling off layers as well. I could see the light perspiration glistening on the skin of the twins and Lila, mixing with the dust from the drywall that was everywhere. I paused with the key hovering just outside of the lock. The feeling was strong.

I slid the key in the lock, unwillingly fantasizing that it was my cock going into Mina’s ass. I turned the deadbolt, then unlocked the doorknob. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open and flipped the light ...

... switch inside.

“Whoa…” Mina whispered.

The room was about the same size as the room on the other wing. Its use was apparent - it was a dungeon. Devices of sorts I couldn’t even begin to imagine lined the walls. In several places chained manacles hung down, and whips and crops of various sorts and sizes were neatly hung on a rack. Several more ropes and restraints also hung on the wall.

Everything was neat and tidy, as if the original owners were about to show up any second and put all these accouterments to good use. It was uncanny.

As we stepped into the room, the sense of desire – no, lust – that had been building got even stronger. My cock was shifting in my shorts, threatening to harden. I wanted to peel off my clothes. I wanted to chain my daughters to the wall and penetrate every single one of their young orifices. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Hoping to assuage the lust a little, and hoping to cool off some in the warm attic, I pulled off my T-shirt. But the feel of my bare skin just inches from the twins and my wife only made it worse.

“Oh my god…” Callie said suddenly, gesturing and pointing to a shelf on the far wall.

On the shelf were two nonde*********** brown plastic boxes of the kind that cremains are often given out in.

“I think we found Dorothy and Lorelei,” Lila said. As she said that, a breeze wafted through the room smelling of sandalwood and sulfur.

I approached the boxes and picked one up.

“Empty,” I said. “But ...