Author's Note: Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. This is my submission for the
Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024
, enjoy!
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Tabuk, Saudi Arabia 1991
A formation of Tomcats buzzed low over the wadi but the American airman did not look up. Only twenty minutes from base and he was already parched from the midday heat. He almost wished he had bought another canteen but then he remembered the strange object hanging from the worn leather pouch around his neck and the wish faded on his cracked lips.
The airman reached the edge of the ravine and looked at the riverbed hidden in gloom far below him. Listening closely, he could hear the distant burble of water.
"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."
The airman looked around. Anyone with any sense was sheltering in shade at this hour. He was alone. The desert playing tricks. Nothing more. He lifted the pouch from around his neck and held it over the ravine.
"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."
Louder now, there was no mistaking the words. A force seemed to take hold of him, willing him to keep hold of the pouch and the devilish antiquity within. He gripped it tighter.
The Tomcats were above him before he was aware of them. The airman flinched away from the sudden blast of noise and the spell was broken. He thought of home. Of apple pie and denim jeans. Coors light. The fall in New Hampton.
The pouch hit the water with a splash heard by no one, not even the airman, who was already retracing his footsteps in the sand.
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Dubai, UAE 2024
"Be careful what you wish for," Ellie thought as she dumped her bag on the sagging double bed. The hotel room somehow smelt of damp despite the stifling heat.
A final family holiday before Ellie and her twin brother, Doug, left for college had sounded like a good idea when her parents suggested it. A chance to put their differences aside and make some lasting memories before they parted ways. And Dubai had sounded memorable. Exotic, luxurious, so unlike their family holidays until now.
"Out of my way, Skeletor."
Doug barged past Ellie and glanced around the room. Doug was a high school quarterback. A school legend. Popular, attractive, athletic, Doug was everything his mousy sister was not.
"Where's the other bed?" Doug asked.
"I think this is all there is."
Doug and Ellie watched as a strip of floral wallpaper peeled itself off the wall.
"Some holiday."
"Don't complain," Ellie warned, "you know how hard Mom and Dad saved for this."
"Mom and Dad?"
Just then the adjoining door to the next guest room opened and their parents bundled through.
"Isn't this great!" Nancy beamed, "and we're only forty minutes from the beach!"
"Is that all?"
Doug's sarcasm washed off Nancy and Larry like water off a ducks back.
"I know it hasn't got all the mod-cons but..."
"It's great, dad," Ellie chimed in, "it's perfect."
"At least it's got an ironing board," Doug quipped, ruffling Ellie's hair.
Ellie crossed her arms over her flat chest. Her petite figure was a constant source of embarrassed to her and ammunition to her brother. Larry was too engrossed in his wife to notice the tension between his children. Putting his arms around Nancy, he kissed her on the neck.
"Get a room, Dad!" Ellie groaned, burying the unbidden spark of jealousy she felt watching her parents.
"I'm going to check out the pool," Doug said, averting his eyes, "you coming Skellie?
"Yeah in a bit, I just want to freshen up."
"Good idea," Doug quipped, holding his nose, "you stink."
Ellie self-consciously sniffed her armpits as Doug swaggered out of the room. Ellie closed the adjoining door behind her parents but the thin plywood did little to stifle their excitable giggles.
She looked at her reflection in the cracked mirror that hung wonkily on the wall. Turning sideways, she assessed her shapeless body in profile and, as she often did, wished she had been blessed with her mom's curves.
The giggling had stopped but Ellie could hear Nancy through the wall.
"Larry no...the kids...Larrr..."
A long, sensual groan stifled Nancy's next words. Ellie stepped closer to the wall, resting her ear against the thin plasterboard.
"Right there...yes Larry...give it to me..."
Ellie's hand slipped inside her panties as she listened to the wet slap of her dad entering her mother. She closed her eyes and imagined, not for the first time, that it was her legs that her father was between.
Larry was the kind of dad your friends fancied. Effortlessly charming, easy going, and handsome even in spite of his injury. In other words, a DILF.
Ellie's fingers found her clit as Larry's grunts rumbled through the wall. She indulged in her forbidden fantasy and felt a pressure rising as Nancy's moans crescendoed in a desperate cry.
"Fuck...yes...cumingggg!"
Ellie hung tantalisingly on the precipice of her own climax but, no matter how desperately she rubbed her throbbing clit, release remained as elusive as it always had. Frustrated, hot, and shamed, Ellie flopped onto the bed, which promptly collapsed beneath her.
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"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."
Ellie heard the strange words like an echo from the past. She looked around the crowded bazaar for the source.
"Tamanaa 'amniatan..."
Stepping away from her family, she followed the whispered words into a dark store. The small space was cluttered with curios and trinkets. A wizened fakir sat cross legged on a cushion in a darkest recess.
"Sorry, do you speak any English?"
"Tamanaa 'amniatan," the fakir repeated, holding out a filthy leather pouch.
Ellie took out her phone and opened up the translator app.
