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

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... pajama bottoms. Trying to conceal that I moved to sit next to my wife on the bed.

I took a deep breath. “They’re twins. We knew this might be the direction they went. In today’s world, that’s okay. They can carve their own path.”

“Right,” Lila said, absently. “But it’s one thing to know that intellectually, it’s another to just have watched them making love. And their window is right across from ours. Is this going to become a nightly thing?”

“Maybe we remind them to close their curtains?”

“Maybe. But that means we still have to tacitly acknowledge that we witnessed that. Ugh...”

I looked over at the window. I realized right then, that I really, really wanted to go back and watch. I looked at Lila and our eyes met. She and I have been married over twenty years. We can read each other’s minds.

I knew Lila was thinking the same thing.

“Let’s not do anything rash,” Lila said. “We have to get up in the morning and look them in the eyes.”

“Right,” I said. “I can’t believe I even feel this way right now.”

“Me neither,” Lila said. “They’re our daughters.”

“And they’re grown adults,” I added, pointing out the obvious. That thought by itself sent a surge through my erection I was trying to lose.

“Not helpful,” Lila said. Beneath the fragrance of Lila’s lotions and notions wafted the faint scent of her arousal. I wasn’t the only one struggling a little.

“It doesn’t help that they’re both beautiful,” I added.

“Really, really not helpful,” said ...

... Lila.

I leaned back on the bed, any idea of hiding the fact that I was hard as a rock was gone from my mind and my pajama bottoms tented in front of me.

“Just one more look,” I said.

“Why?”

“I want to know if they’re just...you know...playing making out, or if this is like a real thing.”

Lila sighed. “Is this a good idea?”

“Maybe you can look and tell me then.”

“What? Me look again?” Lila stammered.

“God!” I said. “This is exasperating. We’re like a couple of kids. Let’s be grown ups about this. We will go to the window, confirm what exactly they are doing, then close the curtains and go to bed.”

She stared at me.

“This is nuts,” she said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me to the window.

Callie was on her back on the bed completely nude. Her small, hard breasts were pointing skyward and her eyes were closed. Her hands gripped the sheets in her passion. Between her thighs, Mina’s blonde head was bobbing up and down. The sound of Callie’s soft moans of pleasure wafted through the night air, mixed with the music. Callie slid her hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit as her sister slid her fingers gently but insistently in and out of her cunt and licked her labia.

The sensations that were going through me – and Lila – at this were indescribable. I felt like a man possessed. As much as I wanted to turn away, I was rooted to the spot. I literally was unable to move.

Callie arched her back, her face a mask of passion, her pert ...