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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... what’s this?” Next to the empty cremains boxes was another box with photos in it. I flipped through them. They showed people – men and women – using the various devices around the room. Basically, they were porn. I flipped through a few, then grabbed another batch.

The first picture in the second batch made me curse.

“Angelina,” I said, and cursed again. She was bent over on the rack-like device and a guy in a gimp suit was railing her from behind. There were a few other shots with her in them, one where she was giving a BJ, one where she was masturbating on one of the massage tables, and a third where the Helmsworth twins had on strap-ons and were spit-roasting her.

“So much for never setting foot in the attic until the house came on the market,” I said, swearing yet again. “Liar.”

Below the box with the pictures was another box. This one had a windshield scraper, a couple of pairs of sunglasses, an ancient pack of gum, and some other odds and ends. Lila came and stood next to me.

“These look like the sorts of things you might take from someone’s car if it was totaled.” she said. “Oh look.” She reached in and pulled out a camera.

Callie appeared beside us and took the camera, looking it over.

“There’s film in there,” she said. “A full roll.”

“It might be evidence of the Helmsworth twins last night on earth,” I said.

“I’ll develop it when we’re done up here,” Callie replied.

On a lower shelf was a larger wooden box with carved floral designs ...

... and inlaid ivory on top. It was very ornate. I flipped it open. Inside were two small pistols with pearl inlays. In *********** on the handles of the guns were the names Dorothy and Lorelei.

“Wow, cool,” Mina said as the twins and Lila huddled around.

Another fragrant breeze wafted through the attic.

Before I could stop them, Mina and Callie reached out and picked up the pistols.

We owned a shotgun and a pistol that we kept locked at different locations in the house, just in case. The twins knew how to handle guns.

“Not loaded, thank God,” Callie said, giving the Remington the once over. “Nice weapons.”

A pale red glow had suffused the room, as if the twins touching the pistols had been the final trigger to open the gates. My cock pressed against the front of my shorts. Lila had moved and was standing next to a large wooden contraption that sort of looked like a cross with straps for a person’s wrists and ankles. She leaned back against the pillar portion and slipped her arms and hands in the appropriate position. She let her lead ease back and closed her eyes. Something seemed to ripple up her inner thighs and rub her crotch. She let out a soft moan.

Mina and Callie had returned the pistols to their case and now were wandering towards the wall with the manacles. Mina suddenly moaned and looked down. The bottom of her sports bra was being pulled upwards by unseen hands. The same thing happened to Callie. Not seemingly alarmed in the slightest, they both ...