The Attic – A Ghost Story Part 2

I awoke.

I was laying on the bed in the attic. I shook my head. What a dream.

I propped myself up on my elbows, then I froze.

My shorts were pulled down around my ankles and my cock was still at half-mast, a thin trickle of residual semen sliding down the shaft. My T-shirt was pulled up around my armpits. I checked my wrists, to find the faint marks of rope burns. My ankles held similar marks.

I sat up and felt the bed, expecting to find the rest of my seed puddled on the mattress, but besides the residual trickle from my cock, the rest of my load was gone. I wasn't a porn star, but I wasn't a dry pop either – there should have been some semen somewhere. I checked the floor in case I had a long-distance shot. No sign of my missing load.

I rubbed my eyes. There had to be a logical explanation. I pulled my shorts back on and fixed my shirt, then made my way back down to the bedroom.

My wife, Lila, wasn't in the bedroom. I poked my head around the corner into the master bath. She was lounging in a mountain of bubbles.

"Evening, love," I said, leaning down and kissing her.

"Evening. You look beat. You okay?"

I rubbed my eyes. "I went up to the attic to see the work the girls did and fell asleep on that bed up there. I had a really freaky dream and it's got me weirded out. That's all. I'm going to get ready for bed."

"I'll be in in a bit."

I dragged my 43-year-old body back into the bedroom. I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and moved to the bed and sat down, rubbing my eyes and massaging my shoulders.

The windows were cracked open, and I could hear soft music playing from the twins' room as they studied. It wasn't loud, it was soothing in a way.

Lila appeared, a towel wrapped around her curved mom-bod. She was in her mid-40s like me, but she carried herself well. Her chest and hips were a little bigger (or quite bigger, in the case of her tits) than when she had been younger, but she still was fit and beautiful. We both had made a conscious effort over the years to keep ourselves in good condition and we often were asked if we were our daughters' older siblings rather than parents.

I absently watched as Lila rubbed lotion on her arms and legs. After a moment, she got up and moved to the window, following the sound of the music. She stood for a moment, then I heard her say something indistinct.

"Sorry, didn't get that," I said. She didn't respond, so I moved to stand over her shoulder and look out the window.

The shape of the house, as I had already mentioned, was a "C" or "U" and this meant that we could look down across a small back courtyard and see the twins' room windows. It took a minute for me to realize what I was seeing.

Mina and Callie were wearing a pair of very old green silk robes. I recognized those robes as the robes the women in the attic had been wearing. My heart lept into my throat. They were hugging. I didn't think much of it at first, but after a second I realized that they were doing more than hugging, they were kissing. It was a long, drawn out, passionate kiss.

I gulped.

Callie and Mina were twins. And both Lila and I knew that sometimes twins have things going on that are different from the rest of us. They are genetically identical, so it's like having another person who is you. Twins ran in Lila's family and she had a pair of cousins who were in a distinctly non-standard sibling relationship.

All that aside, standing there seeing our daughters in a passionate embrace came as a shock.

And the fact that they were wearing robes similar to what I had just seen on those – those – whatever the hell those things were up in the attic who had pretty much raped me (there, I said it) – bothered me even more.

I moved away from the window and sat down on the bed. I didn't want to see this. But Lila remained rooted to the spot. With her silhouette in the window I was worried that she was going to get spotted by the twins – creating something really awkward – so I killed the light, plunging the bedroom into the dark. But still Lila stood there, watching. Finally, I got up and moved back beside her.

Callie had partially opened her robe. Mina was now completely nude with her back turned to us. Both the twins were thin and lithe with small chests and narrow hips. They were kissing, and Callie was running her hands gently down Mina's back. Their dark blonde hair mingled across their shoulders as they kissed.

Mina pulled Callie's robe completely open, exposing her small, pert, breasts and long, hard nipples. She leaned down and licked her sister's breasts, running her tongue over the hard, pebbled aureoles and nipping at the erect darts in the center. Callie leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her lips gently parted, engrossed in her sister's attentions.

I gulped and glanced down at Lila. She was transfixed. I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a nudge.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said, softly.

She looked up at me, almost as if coming out of a trance.

"Jesus, Tim," she said, turning away from the window.

She sat down on the bed and I realized for the first time that I had the beginnings of an erection poking at the front of my 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 nipples erect and standing out almost two hard inches from the mounds of her breasts. More of her moans wafted through the air.

Another orgasm came over Callie and she pushed her sister's head away, gasping for air, her skin flushed. Mina slowly ran her tongue up Callie's stomach, past her naval, between her breasts, up her neck, and the two kissed, Callie tasting her own juices on her twin sister's lips. Mina slid forward, moving her hips up so her own pussy was perched over Callie's face. She lowered her hips down and Callie dove in.

Mina pressed her palms against the wall in front of her and closed her eyes, slowly gyrating her hips over her sister's face. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as Callie ran her tongue up and down her cunt, then stretched her cheeks apart and rimmed her asshole.

I stood there, transfixed. I couldn't move. It felt like an addiction, watching this incredibly erotic action between my twin daughters.

Lila finally broke the spell. She reached up and pulled the curtains closed abruptly.

Without another word, she pulled my pajama bottoms down. My cock was rock hard and stood up big as life. She knelt on the bed on all fours, rubbing her thick labia and exhorting me to fuck her.

We had been married for over twenty years, we knew the fastest way to orgasm. We had ditched any pretense of foreplay and we both just needed release. I stroked my throbbing erection and slid it down Lila's slit. She begged me to get busy.

I complied, pushing my cock inside her and driving all the way in. She moaned and I began moving in and out of her as she rotated her hips. Our simultaneous motions quickly escalated to a pure drive towards orgasm. Her heavy mom-tits shook as we fucked and I reached around, squeezing them. She leaned back and we kissed, but our hips never stopped moving. In fact, as our lips locked on each other, our pace increased. I moaned as I felt my balls pulling tight against my body.

Lila let out a soft groan as I felt her come in a hard orgasm, followed almost immediately by a second. My balls tightened and a thick load shot into my wife's body. It was my second orgasm of the night, and it was probably even more intense than the first.

Lila slowed her motions and I hugged her from behind, her soft body pressed against me, my cock still dumping pulse after pulse of my seed inside her. Finally she sank down and we lay side-by-side staring at the ceiling.

As the passion ebbed, I realized that something had just happened that was tied, somehow, to what I had been through in the attic earlier in the evening.

The one thing I couldn't admit to myself...yet...was that as my wife and I fucked, the thought that was going through my head was what it would be like to fuck Callie or Mina. My daughters. That was pretty fucked up. And on some level, I was pretty sure something similar was going through my wife's mind as well.

Lila leaned over and hugged me.

"We need to talk," I said.