The Attic – A Ghost Story Part 5

It only took the four of us about a half hour to rip down the drywall and studs, exposing the black brick wall and the heavy black wooden door. When we were done we stood back and surveyed the mess.

The brick wall and wooden door were painted glossy black, and the bricks ran from the floor to the ceiling. The door had a heavy doorknob and a deadbolt. We checked the keys we had been given when we bought the house, and a couple of other rings the twins had found in the attic, but none fit.

"So what do we do now?" Callie said, as we sat there and stared at the literal brick wall blocking our path. "The way I see it, we either need to hack through the door or the brick."

"I vote door," Mina said, already was hoisting an axe from the tool pile.

"Not so fast, Paula Bunyan," I shot back. "I bet there's a key hidden somewhere, we just don't know where."

"What about the other wing?" Lila asked.

"Damn good idea."

We walked down to the other end of the attic and pulled the boxes away from the wall. Close inspection revealed another relatively recent – within the past twenty years or so – drywall job. A little more work with the wrecking bars and we faced another black brick wall. Except the door on this wall was of a more modest make and didn't even have a lock on it.

I looked around 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 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 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 raised their arms over their heads, allowing the bras to be pulled off and standing there topless. Their long nipples were hard and erect, and the skin on their breasts flushed.

The red glow in the room got more intense. There was a flash and everyone turned. As had happened the night before, the Helmsworth twins flickered into existence like an old-style neon bulb being turned on. Then there they were.

Tonight they wore leather corsets and thigh-high stiletto boots. Their faces looked a lot more distinct and defined than they had yesterday. One of them faced us, while the other was turned side-on, her chest pressed against her sister's arm. The side-on one was turned just far enough that I could see her bare shoulder blade and the name "Dorothy" tattooed on her skin.

Dorothy disengaged from her sister and moved to Lila. My wife opened her eyes and didn't even flinch when she saw the tall, dark brunette spirit standing in front of her. Dorothy buckled the restraints on Lila's wrists and ankles then picked up a riding crop from the nearby rack and began gently, slowly rubbing it across Lila's labia under her short tights.

Lorelei had knelt down next to Callie and Mina and slowly pulled down their shorts. My daughters' lithe, young bodies stood in the mellow light from the lanterns, glistening with sweat from the warmth in the attic and the heat coming from their own arousal. As Lorelei stood, Callie and Mina leaned forward and pulled her substantial breasts to their mouth, latching onto her wide aureoles, sucking on Lorelei's hard nipples. As had happened the previous night, thin trickles of milk slipped from her breasts and into my daughters' mouths. Callie moaned and slid her hand between Lorelei's thighs, pressing two fingers in between her lobes. Mina sucked harder at Lorelei's breast, begging for more milk.

Nearby, Dorothy slid the crop up Lila's body, between her pendulous tits, and up to her mouth. Lila licked the end of the crop. Dorothy betrayed a shocking level of strength as she ripped Lila's bra and shorts from her, leaving her naked. Then she knelt down and lapped at Lila's labia, eliciting moans from my wife. She slid one hand up Lila's body, pinching her nipple as she continued to lick at her thick lobes. Then Dorothy pulled Lila's meaty flesh back to expose her erect clit, which she tapped with the crop.

Lila's moan filled the room. Dorothy licked the clit, sucked at it, then hit it again gently. Lila writhed, her hands and feet still bound, somewhere in the middle of pleasure and pain, her nipples hard as rocks at the end of her thick tits.

I was watching all this and was becoming hard as a rock.

Meanwhile, Lorelei had strapped both the twins into the manacles hanging on the opposite side, and now Callie and Mina were shackled to the wall, close enough that they could kiss. Their lips were locked together, their chests pressing against each other. Callie had one of her legs lifted up and wrapped around Mina's thighs and they were grinding their hips together. Lorelei came over to me and knelt down in front of me, pulling my shorts down. My cock popped to attention immediately, hovering just an inch from Lorelei's lips. She looked up at me with doe eyes, then licked the underside of my cock.

I moaned as I felt a thick streamer of pre-come slide from the tip of my throbbing, achingly-hard meat. I pushed my hips forward, trying to push my cock into Lorelei's lips, but she pulled back, still smiling. She stood up and reached to a strap-on that was sitting on a shelf, pulling it on and buckling it. She turned Callie around and bent her over, stroking the dildo up and down Callie's ass crack. Lorelei pulled Callie's cheeks apart, kneeling down and licking Callie's puffy cunt. Mina watched, then turned to me, spreading her legs, pointing her soaking pussy in my direction.

The look in my daughter's eyes was pure need, pure desire, pure lust. Her lips were slightly parted, her nostrils flared, her eyes half-open. Strands of Mina's hair were plastered to her forehead and cheek by her sweat. Her face, her neck, her chest, her entire body were all flushed, and practically steaming. A thick streamer of pussy juice slid from her cunt, running down her thigh.

This was my daughter. My pride and joy.

I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted anything else in life.

I stroked my purple, throbbing cock and stepped towards her. Her eyes followed me. She didn't say a word, she didn't need to. I ran my fingers gently along her puffy cunt and parted her lips. Another slick load of grool sluiced out into my hand. I stroked my cock with it and pressed the head against her cunt lips. She begged me with her eyes to penetrate her.

I knew this was it, once I entered her there was no going back. The idea had been out there for almost 24 hours now, but up until that point it had only been theory. Now the head of my purple meat was just a millimeter from making it reality.

Beside me, Lorelei was sliding her strap-on in and out of Callie's cunt. My other daughter's sighs and moans filled the air, and the soft sounds of my wife's gentle bondage at Dorothy's hands came from across the room.

I was about to slide my pulsating meat into my daughter when the decision was taken out of my hands. Mina thrust her hips forward, wrapped her legs around my waist, and drove her cunt down my cock.

The only time I had ever felt a part of a human body that hot had involved a triple-digit fever. Mina's vag was practically steaming. Thick streamers of juice were forced from her body by my shaft, they ran down my balls and dribbled off onto the floor. The intense heat emanating from the walls of her slit caused me to gasp, even as Mina moaned. Her nipples were rock hard as she pressed her body against mine and pulled herself up grasping the chain that held her. She kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I pressed her against the wall, setting up a steady motion, thrusting my cock in and out of my daughter's cunt. She gave tiny, breathless moans with each stroke. I felt my balls bang against her puckered asshole as I drove in and out of her, her legs still wrapped around me.

I had raised this daughter from a child, I loved her, I protected her, yet I had never felt closer to her than in this heated moment of passion as I fucked her against the wall of this bondage dungeon. The sweat on our skin ran off in rivulets, the muscles of my chest sliding slickly across her hard nipples. I reached around and grabbed the tight little cheeks of her ass, getting better leverage to continue stroking my cock in and out of her cunt.

I glanced to my side. Dorothy had released Lila from her rack, and now Callie was bent over a massage table. Lila had donned the strap-on, lubed up, and was pumping Callie's ass. My wife's pendulous mom-tits shook and jiggled as she penetrated her daughter's slit. Callie had her face and chest pressed against the table and seemed to have entered her own little world. Both of them were coated in sweat and flushed from their arousal.

I felt Mina come again. I could feel my own balls starting to tighten up.

I felt a pair of hands on my chest – Lorelei. She gently unhooked Mina's legs from around my waist and tugged me back from my daughter. Mina gave a soft, pleading "no" as my cock slicked audibly from her soaking slit. Lorelei turned Mina around and positioned her so she was bent over, her ass in the air. Lorelei dumped a load of lube in my daughter's asshole, then used two fingers to pull it open.

I shook my head. There were limits to what I would do.

"No," I said to Lorelei. But Mina interrupted me.

"Please…" she murmured. "Please…"

Mina looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were begging from behind the hair plastered across her face. She moved her ass side to side and spread her legs as wide as they would go.

"Please...daddy…"

Lorelei rubbed lube on my cock, then gave me a shove forward. She pulled Mina's cheeks open again, slightly gaping her pink little puckered, lubed asshole.

"Daddy…" Mina moaned. "Please…do it..."

How could I deny my little girl?

Mina's eyes were locked on mine as I slowly slid my cock into my daughter's asshole.

Her ass was even hotter than her slit had been. I felt Mina come almost instantly, I almost followed her but fought for control. I grabbed her hips and began fucking her sphincter. She moaned and lifted herself up by the chain, arching her back. She stifled something that might have come out as a scream, leaning her head against the wall and murmuring "yes...yes...yes…" with each of my strokes.

On the other side of the room, my wife was making long strokes in and out of our other daughter's puckered ass. Callie was silent, her face downturned, her mouth open in an "oh".

The Helmsworth twins were scissoring on a massage table while they watched my wife and I sodomize our daughters. The room stank of sandalwood, sulfur, sweat, and sex. It was a heady, erotic, almost nauseating mix in the heat of the late summer evening.

Mina gave a moan and I could tell she had come again. She was gripping the chain so hard that it had cut into her hand and a thin trickle of blood was running down her forearm and dribbling off onto the floor of the attic, adding an irony tinge to the thick miasma that hovered in the air. My balls were tight against my body, and as I felt my daughter's asshole quiver in another orgasm, I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. I tried to slow down my pace, but Mina begged me to go faster and harder. Mina's body shook as she came yet again and her asshole tightened hard around my meat. That was all I could take. I moaned as I came hard.

The sensation of my semen rocketing from my cock into my daughter's ass was so intense I almost lost consciousness. I held onto Mina's muscular hips for support as I poured my load into her. My sense of time, space, reality slipped away. All there was was my cock, my daughter's asshole, and my seemingly bottomless ejaculation.

As my orgasm ebbed, my senses came back online. I slowly slid my cock from my daughter's red, inflamed asshole, and she turned around and kissed me. Her asshole was still gaped and my seed trickled out and down her thighs. Lorelei appeared, sucking the remaining semen from my cock, then licking up the stream sliding from Mina's ass. Lila was hugging Callie from behind, the two also basking in the afterglow.

I reached up and gently unhitched Mina from the chained manacles. She collapsed into my arms and I carried her to one of the massage tables and let her lie down to recover. When I moved away from Mina, Lila appeared and bent over her. Mina and her mother kissed. I went over to check on Callie, who was still leaning against the massage table. I helped her up onto the table, expecting her to sink back down for a rest, but instead I found her legs wrapped around my hips, her arms around my shoulders, her lips on mine.

Callie kissed me hard, rotating her hips against my cock that was still trickling come from having just sodomized her sister. She pressed her pert, hard little tits against the muscles in my chest and hugged me, laying her chin on my shoulder next to my ear.

"Your turn," she whispered. "Fuck me."

I had thought I was done after the fucking I had given Mina, but I found my cock coming back to attention. Callie deftly shifted her hips and maneuvered herself so the tip of my meat was next to her puffy, red pussy.

"Fuck me," she repeated and drove her hips forward, pushing herself down my cock.

I moaned as Callie wrapped her arms around me and rotated her hips. I slowly began sliding my cock in and out of her slit. She begged me to go harder, faster, gripping my shoulders, her fingernails scratching my back. I picked up the pace. Her hot breath was in my ear as she urged me on.

"Fuck me, daddy," she whispered, her voice almost identical to what Mina's had been imploring just a few moments before. "Fuck me hard."

I complied. I grabbed her ass cheeks, took her in my arms and lifted her body up and down in rhythm to my own strokes. She clutched her body to me, her cunt slamming into the base of my cock with each pass. Her whispers in my ear exhorted me to continue with little cries of "...yes...yes...yes…" Thick streamers of her grool poured out around my meat, ran down my thighs and across her asshole, soaking my balls with each stroke.

On the next table, Lila was deep between Mina's thighs, licking her cunt and rimming her asshole, sucking out the load I had dumped in there a few moments before. Mina gripped the table, her back arched, her eyes closed and mouth open in silent passion.

Callie came and her fingernails dug deep into my quads. I felt a trickle of blood run down to the small of my back, but I kept up the pace. She came again and her cunt tightened hard round my meat. My balls pulled up close to my body. I knew that the next time she came I would follow her. A moment later, she let out a loud "oooh" into my ear and had a crushing orgasm that carried me away with her. My balls pulsed their load into my daughter's steaming hole.

Callie sank back onto the table and I leaned over her, exhausted. There was a couch to side where I collapsed down, my wife joining me a moment later. We kissed.

To my surprise, the Helmsworth twins were still there. I had expected they would disappear once we had run our course, like they did the night before. But instead, they were now standing off to one side, near the shelf where the empty cremains containers and the boxes with the pictures and the pistols lay.

I had an idea.

"Can you guys talk?" I asked.

I saw Dorothy's lips move, but nothing came out. I shook my head.

"But you can hear me?"

Dorothy nodded.

This was interesting. Maybe we could figure a way to communicate…

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