This Halloween story does contain incest, and some non consent. Just a warning! Enjoy and be erotic.
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An old house creaks, there is no way around it. One hundred years of weathering and life will make most everything groan. Amber hated the home she was raised in, it stunk of white trash and secrets. The walls were mad of 'fat lighter', that's what her dad said anyway. There was no insulation between the paneling and next wall, so it was always cold in winter.
The glass was original and handmade, though some panes had duct tape holding cracks together. The floor was mostly linoleum, maybe new in 1973. It held gouges and was a sort of lime color, made her sick just to look at it. Her room had two windows, both of which were covered in mismatched sheets. One with rainbows from when she was a kid, the other just gaudy stripes.
She shared the small room with her older brother, Kyle. It was an awkward arrangement at best, but the house only had two bedrooms. Kyle's clothes were all over the floor by his twin bed, a beat up guitar hung from the wall. Her brother was a complete slob, for all the good it did her to complain.
Her side of the room was neat as a pin, everything had an order to it. The two siblings were very close, each protecting the other in their own way. Amber wished Kyle was home right now, her dad was drunk again. He was always drunk, but tonight he was really agitated. Each member of the family took turns in catching hell on a daily basis. The man made shit up to holler about, she often heard him rehearse what he was going to say in the bathroom.
Kyle said he'd be home in time to take her to a friend's Halloween party, but he was running late. Amber checked the clock, it was seven. Where the heck was he? Her dad was playing an old Johnny Cash record and singing right along with him. The walls of the house held in no sounds, so she could only imagine what the neighbors were thinking.
Every year Amber and her brother decorated the house for Halloween, hoping to attract some of the neighbor kids. No luck, not one parent would allow their child within fifty feet of the house. So on the porch they sat, huge bowls of candy and no one to give it too. She decided against it this year, it was a waste of money they did not have.
She loathed to leave the bedroom, knowing her dad would ambush her about something he thought she'd done. Her costume was a simple toga, fastened at the waist with a thrift shop gold belt. Her hair was already long and wavy, she put a good portion up on her head in a twisted braid. A few tendrils were allowed to hang in full length, which fell just past her breasts. From the leaves outside, she fashioned a laurel to wear on her head. The last touch was a black Venetian mask, which covered a great deal of her face. The only clear items were her vivid green eyes and sensual pink lips.
The time was creeping along and still no sign of Kyle, she was going to have to walk to the 7-Eleven and phone her friend to pick her up. Amber rummaged through Kyle's side of the closet until she found his long black coat. He wouldn't mind if she borrowed it to keep warm.
Getting out of the house without her father causing a scene was going to be a problem. He was already warming up for a fight, hollering his tell tell "HUP!" That always meant things were going from bad to worse. Amber cringed at the thought and decided to crawl out the window.
Although the music was loud, the rattle of the window pane seemed to echo into the night air. The cold blast made her suck in a breath, which she quickly released. The weight of her clothes made getting a leg over tricky, but she managed not to harm herself or the dress. Once outside she smoothed the material beneath the coat and looked around to make sure no one saw her.
She closed the window back as quietly as possible and began the mile trek to the store. There were many children out trick or treating, so blending in was easy as pie. Many little girls turned to look at her and point out the 'pretty princess' to their parents. Amber smiled and waved, enjoying the anonymity of being a regular person.
Dean saw the beauty out of the corner of his eye. He slowed his car down to get a better look, she was smiling and waving at some kids dressed as zombies. He knew he should be moving on to his buddy Kyle's house, but he was entranced. He was supposed to be picking up his friend's sister to drop her off at a party. Kyle was caught up working late, and wouldn't make the bash until later.
He stopped the car to let a group of ankle biters cross the street, happy to watch the girl a while longer. The ghosts and goblins passed and he reluctantly turned back to the task at hand. Sister, get the sister. The old house was pathetic, and that was using good manners. The roof of the porch looked like it was about to collapse at any moment.
He rolled down his window in time to hear some God awful shout coming from inside. Several cats bolted by and he wondered if the occupants were celebrating some sort of Halloween ritual inside. Kyle did tell him that his dad was a little on the strange side. Dean shook his head and made his way to the door, dodging very real spiderwebs.
He rapped against the chipped white paint on the door, and was immediately greeted with a voice. "What the hell? Fucking kids, ain't no candy up in here, Fuck off ya little monsters." This was definitely going to be fun.
Dean knocked again, never one to be put off by a challenge. A minute later the door opened to reveal a short, balding man. He had a full gray beard, wore no shirt, yet had on suspenders to hold up his boxer shorts. Here was a definite winner, a man's man.
"Fuck do you want?" The man was so gracious and hospitable.
"Kyle asked me to pick up his sister, he is running late." The little man eyed him up and down.
"You fucking that girl? She is a whore you know, just like her mom. Sweetest tits and ass." The ogre licked his lips, Dean thought he might puke at the sight.
"I've never met her, sir." He put the emphasis on 'sir', like it held a great honor. The old man's belly lurched forward, as a separate entity from his body.
"Sure, sure you haven't. Hold on, I'll get the little slut for you." The old flooring shook as he walked away, there were glass nick knacks chattering against one another as he passed.
