My Sister the Cowgurl Mummy

My Sister the Cowgurl Mummy

The Legend of the Lady in White

This is my story for the exciting and scary

Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024

. Featuring characters introduced in one of my prior stories, enough background is provided for you to enjoy this standalone I/T story without reading those stories. All events take place on Halloween Day. A University of Texas senior named MK and her younger brother Colt prepare for a Halloween party at MK's sorority house. Colt stumbles his way through a series of spooky Halloween tricks and surprises, including an encounter with the spirit of The Lady in White, before learning that love is the greatest Treat of all.

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Halloween

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At last, Halloween Day had arrived. I handed Mrs. Tannehill a bouquet of fall-colored flowers as I entered my sister's sorority house. The Sorority Mother's initial look of surprise quickly turned into one of genuine appreciation.

"Why, thank you, Colt," replied Mrs. Tannehill. "These are quite lovely. I have the perfect vase for them in my office."

After a somewhat cool start between us at the beginning of the Fall Semester, Mrs. T and I warmed up to each other. I learned she was from England, and after her husband died three years ago, she took a job at the sorority house to avoid sitting at home alone. She reminded me a lot of my mother, both around fifty years old, but not quite as tall. Since I was only five feet six, I didn't mind. She enjoyed cooking and would provide me with extra portions of her delicious Cottage Pie, Stews, and Roasts, so I could microwave them the next day. Yum!

I said, "Halloween is my favorite holiday. Mary Kay asked me to come early to help her with her costume."

"Colt, you spend way too much time with your sister. You should get out more often and meet other young women. If you come to the party tonight, I could introduce you to a few of our freshman New Members who have volunteered to help tonight."

I smiled, then fretted, "Thank you, but I've been so busy this fall. Tonight, I'm helping hand out candy for trick-or-treaters at our dorm."

"You're a good lad, Colt. Go have fun with your sister."

I smiled, "I will Mrs. T."

I went up the main staircase and found the fourth bedroom. The door was open, and my sister MK was inside looking through several boxes. When she heard me, MK turned, and we hugged each other.

I love hugging my older sister, but I'm uncertain which part I like best. I enjoy the safe feeling when her long arms wrap around me. And I won't ever complain when she mashes her incredible 34C breasts against me. MK always smells so wonderful, and her skin feels so incredibly soft. Every time I look into her eyes I see her love for me there. But as our lips met, I forgot all that other stuff, closed my eyes, and savored the erotic sensations of kissing the woman I love.

After nearly a minute of deep kissing, MK broke away and said, "I'm horny enough to fuck you right now, Colt, but we need to get to work on my Halloween costume. I'm a female mummy, and you get the honor of wrapping me in linen strips."

"Wouldn't it be easier to buy a cheap all-in-one mummy costume?"

"Authenticity Colt. Nothing better than doing things the right way. The real way."

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Queen Kumin-Me

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"So, what does a mummy wear under her linen strips?" I asked.

"Why, nothing of course!" replied MK.

"Well, well. I like that. Authenticity it is!"

As I watched MK undress, slowly and deliberately exposing more of her wonderful body, my cock stirred to attention.

"Take off your clothes, my Egyptian slave. You shall be naked while you work on the body of your queen."

This was getting interesting. Very interesting.

"What shall I call you, my queen?"

MK stood before me, and I gazed at her splendid athletic body. "You will call me, Queen Kumin-me."

"I shall obey your commands, Queen Kumin-me. Where may I begin, my Queen?"

"Grab that large jar of cream and sit cross-legged at the head of the bed. You must anoint my body before wrapping me."

After I moved into position, Queen Kumin-me laid down on the main part of the bed, face up, resting her head in the nook of my crotch. Her long blonde hair cascaded over my erect cock as she nuzzled the back of her head against my erection. With legs and arms partially splayed, I marveled at this top-down view of MK's wonderful body. Opening the jar of cream, I noticed an odd, but pleasant scent.

MK tilted her head back and looked at me, "It's a massage cream with a coconut oil base. It's thicker than a lube, so apply it to your hands first to warm it. I am going to lay perfectly still while you work."

I began with a gentle massage of her head, touching her with just my fingertips in slow circles. Her eyes closed and a smile formed on her lips as she relaxed. My hands slipped under her head, cradling it, as I massaged her neck. A single deep breath drew my eyes to her wonderful breasts, and I watched them fall back in slow motion as she exhaled.

Dipping my fingers into the jar of cream, I pulled out a dab and rubbed my hands together. The cream was thick, quite rich, and rather luxurious. Beginning at her collarbone, my cream-covered hands moved slowly down her body, coming together between her breasts, and then spreading out over her ribs. As I drew my hands back towards me, they passed to the outside of her breasts. I held back my desire to grasp her breasts, and instead, barely grazed them. I repeated this pattern, the palm of my hands catching more of MK's breasts with each pass.

The vision finally overcame the last of my resistance, beckoning my hands. Dipping into the cream once again, I applied it directly to her breasts, grasping, cupping, squeezing, and lifting her soft flesh, purposely avoiding her nipples, even as MK began moaning softly.

I deliberately moved slowly and peacefully, enjoying the gentle contact between us, appreciating the opportunity to explore the body of this beautiful woman. So different from the intensity and passion of our sex. The Texas sun had done its magic on MK's skin, giving it a golden glow. The barest of tan lines crossed her torso, connecting two small triangles of untouched skin surrounding her nipples.

As I kneaded her breasts, my spreading fingers trapped her nipples in between. Pulling my hands away, subtle squeezes teased the firm buds before a final gentle tug at the last moment. My hands then quickly returned, circling her nipples with my palms, lightly pressing down as I rolled the sensitive morsels against her areolas.

I was surprised when MK reached up with her hands to grab my wrists. She shifted her head over to my outstretched thigh, and as I looked down, her eyes had closed, but her mouth was open, and through it passed her panting breath. She pulled my arms forward and as they extended over her body, I leaned to follow. As my hands settled on her hips, I knew what she desired.

Applying firm orbital pressure with my fingers, I massaged her smooth lower body, palms following behind my fingers varying the pressure. In response, MK pulled her splayed legs towards me and raised her knees, thus granting me access to her inner thighs. Reaching as far as I dared, my hands turned into claws as I gently raked her flesh.

"We should have tried this massage thing sooner," gasped MK.

I replied, "It never would have worked. I wouldn't have been able to hold back long enough before fucking you, MK."

Our words were a snapshot of our relationship. We began with wild, intense sex on a mechanical bull, breaking all taboos. And while the sex has remained great, our love and appreciation for each other has only grown stronger.

Flattening both hands, I rubbed along MK's inner thighs, pulling her flesh inward towards her vulva, but stopping just short. As I continued, goosebumps formed on her thighs and there was noticeable swelling of her outer labia. Slowly approaching her swollen flesh, I pushed her labia together, and both thumbs alternately teased her clit.

"That feels so good, slave."

"I thought you weren't going to talk, my Queen."

"Fuck you, slave!"

"By your command, my Queen."

My left hand moved over and stroked her inner thigh as the fingers of my right hand slipped between her folds. I ran up and down her vulva using a slow steady rhythm, pressing harder with my palm on the way down, and tickling with my fingers on the way up. MK moaned softly with every stroke. Pressing my middle finger deeper between her folds, it slid easily through the intense wetness allowing me to drag the slickness up to her clit.

Releasing her clit, I uncrossed my legs and spread them apart, then tugged at MK's shoulders. In response, she slithered backward up my body like an upside-down snake. Her head came to rest on my shoulder as she tucked her legs beneath her. The upper half of her torso lay atop mine, the warmth passing through to me as if she were a human blanket.

I hugged my sister from behind and realized how wonderful this position was. I was able to nuzzle her neck, massage her breasts, and rub her pussy, all at the same time, while her butt cheeks nestled around my cock.

MK began writhing beneath my touch, her legs fluttering and flapping as I furiously stroked her clit. She raised up on her knees and reached back to guide my cock into her waiting vagina. It slid in easily, and MK began riding me, bouncing up and down in a steady rhythm. She leaned her body back against mine, pressing her shoulders against my chest, while her pussy continued to pump my cock. I added upward thrusts with my hips, and a moment later I felt my orgasm approaching.

I shouted, "I'm cumming, mummy!"

My cock rippled with incredible sensations, pulsing, and moving on its own, firing three loads of hot cum into MK's pussy. MK kept riding my cock, and as I grabbed both of her breasts, I felt her vagina squeeze against my cock.

"Oh, my!" shouted MK.

MK's body relaxed and momentarily froze before she resumed riding. We alternately yelled out, "Om! Ah! Om! Ah! Om! Ah!", timed to our combined movements.

MK's head drifted back, her mouth hung wide open, and her arms fell to her sides. Her chest rose and fell as she fought for every breath. I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than watching the woman I loved drift into sexual bliss.

A minute later, MK released a deep breath, then turned her head to look up at me. "You did well, slave."

"It is my honor to serve you, Queen Kumin-Me!"

"I would love to stay right here and cuddle with you slave, but you have work to do. How about we get some lunch first?"

"You know I don't eat my own cum," I replied.

"I was thinking of that classic Egyptian delicacy known as pizza," laughed MK. "Carried to Egypt centuries ago by some little guy named Caesar as he chased after Cleopatra."

MK sat up on the edge of the bed and used her cell phone to place the order. Then she reached down, picked up my T-shirt, and used it to wipe her leaking pussy.

"Not again, MK!" I protested. "The last time you wiped your pussy with my T-shirt I had to go right to my Human Anatomy lab class without changing. The topic was non-verbal communication, and the smell attracted a six-foot-one-inch volleyball player who wanted to be my lab partner. That's nine inches taller than me! Then she invited me to one of her home volleyball games and introduced me to the team. She wasn't even the tallest player there! I felt like I was standing in the middle of a forest! Now she sits next to me all the time in the lecture hall, and I know she wants me to ask her out."

"Your non-verbal communication skills at work, Colt. Pheromones are powerful things."

MK tossed me my damp, smelly T-shirt, and said, "Finish getting dressed. You need to go downstairs to wait for the pizza."

As I dressed, I replied, "You expect me to stand in the lobby of a sorority house, giving off sexy pheromones?"

"No telling what you might attract, Colt."

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That's Scary!

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As MK and I ate lunch, MK gave me the bad news, confirming what we suspected a week ago. Both Emma, the fire-brand petite red-headed cowgirl, and Analena, the passionate Spanish señorita, would be working as volunteers tonight at the party.

I met them at the Cowgurl Cantina the first week of school, the night of my misadventures on the mechanical bull, when I first fucked my sister. Following that night, MK and I realized we might only have this one year together before she would head off to grad school or to a job. MK gave me the unusual freedom to date other women, a type of Hall Pass, so I could look for my Forever Cowgirl, even if it might not be her. I have been dating both Emma and Analena since.

MK lamented, "We absolutely must keep Emma and Analena apart tonight. Those two can connect you to the bull costume you were wearing that night, and they also saw me riding your cock on the mechanical bull. If they discover we are brother and sister, we're in trouble. You also have a special problem to worry about tonight."

"What's that, MK?"

"What if they start talking and find out they each have a boyfriend named Colt!"

"That's scary! I see what you mean."

"At least we planned for this possibility. I used the measurements I took from you last week and ordered you a costume to wear tonight. You'll be incognito and should be able to blend in."

"What kind of costume did you get me?"

"First things first, Colt. You need to wrap me in my mummy costume."

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Earthy, Dank, and Musty

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MK sat up on the edge of the bed as I pulled a roll of three-inch wide linen cloth out of its box. MK extended her arm, and beginning at her wrist, I wrapped the strips completely around her arm, going all the way up to her shoulder. The massage cream had left her skin so soft and supple that the wrapping went smoothly. Using a scissor, I cut the linen wrap to length, then cut the last few inches down the center, using it to tie a knot. It looked good and MK approved, so we moved to her other arm. When finished, MK flexed both her arms and smiled.

"Good job, Colt. This might actually work. Now for my legs."

MK stood and I knelt before her. I began wrapping her leg from the ankle up, distracted by glances at the little tuft of curly hair above her bare vulva. As I approached the top of her thigh, MK spread her legs apart and I could smell the lingering scent of our sex. At the top of her thigh, my hand passed between her legs, brushing her labia, and drawing a soft moan.

"Naughty slave," said Queen Kumin-me.

With a fresh roll of linen, I worked my way up MK's other leg. After announcing my success, MK reached her hand between her legs and ran her middle finger along the slit between her labia. She brought her hand to her nose and made a show of inhaling, then rubbed her wet finger back and forth over my nose.

"Do you think people will be able to smell the scent of my pussy at the party?"

"They might, if they get close enough."

MK grabbed me by the hair, pushed her hips forward, and spread her knees. Pulling my face tight against her vulva, I could see her labia glistening with moisture.

"What do I smell like, slave?"

MK couldn't be serious, so I played along, "Earthy, dank, and musty, my Queen. Like your pussy has been buried in a tomb for centuries."

"I could have you beaten for saying such a thing, slave! But that's what a mummy should smell like! Now, wrap my breasts."

MK and I stood facing each other. Picking up a fresh roll of linen, I reached behind her to begin wrapping, and my face pressed against her breasts. She lifted her arms as I brought the linen around, and I passed the linen over her breasts. I kept going around and around until her breasts were completely covered.

I looked at MK and saw her eyes checking my work. "This looks terrible slave! You have flattened my amazing breasts! Undo this mess, and try again!"

As I unwrapped her, I said, "I am sorry, my Queen, but your breasts sag when unsupported. Nothing I can do will show off their magnificence. The problem is gravity."

"I have an idea. Lay down on bed, slave, face up."

Once I was in position, MK crawled over me until her body hovered over mine. Directly above my face, her breasts dangled, looking more massive than ever.

"We will use this thing you invented called gravity! Wrap my breasts as you see them now!" she commanded.

I didn't have time to respond, as MK's cell phone binged. She stretched out over me to retrieve the phone off her desk, dragging her breasts across my face. With her prize in hand, MK returned to her original position, her tantalizing breasts floating in the air just above me.

MK whispered, "It's a FaceTime call from mom, so be quiet!"

A moment later, I heard the connection open, and MK said, "Hi, Mom! Nice to see you again. How is Halloween going back home?"

I wanted to hide, but with MK lying on top of me, I couldn't move! I scrunched up as best I could and sought shelter between MK's breasts.

Mom said, "It's not as much fun preparing for Halloween this year without Colt. Do you remember how we used to tease and scare him every Halloween?"

"That was so much fun, Mom. I wish I could do something like that here on campus."

"Say, I texted Colt earlier, but he hasn't texted me back. Have you seen him recently?"

MK settled her weight onto my face, mashing her breasts down on me.

"He was here earlier today, but I don't see him now. He's probably buried somewhere, working like a slave. Plus, I'm wrapped up with my sorority stuff."

Very funny, MK. I nuzzled my face over her soft flesh until my lips found a nipple, and then I drew it into my mouth. MK's entire body shuddered.

Mom said, "I know being a freshman is a big change for him, but I'm glad Colt has you there to lend him a hand when he needs it."

MK shifted slightly, reached down, and grabbed my cock with her free hand. She began squeezing and rubbing my shaft.

MK said, "Mom, you should talk to Colt about doing his laundry more often. He has a favorite T-shirt he wears all the time and it's starting to smell."

"I expected that. I can't do much from here, so keep riding him, Mary Kay."

"I get on him every week, but sometimes all I get is lip service."

MK was doing this to me on purpose, and the danger and innuendo became too much. As my erect cock twitched, MK squeezed tighter, but not tight enough to arrest my erupting load.

"Be patient with him, Mary Kay. Colt can make things hard for you, but he has a good head. By the way, is Colt eating all right? I hope it's more than just pizza and chicken wings."

MK replied, "I'm trying to get Colt interested in eating breasts and thighs, but you wouldn't believe the things he puts into his mouth."

Mom said, "It's not too early to think about Thanksgiving. It's less than a month away. I hope Colt won't be too busy to come."

"I pretty sure he'll come."

"It's really nice when you and Colt both come together."

"We'll try our best, Mom."

"Give him a kiss for me when you see him, and tell him we miss him here in Dallas."

"I'll do that, Mom. Bye!"

MK put her phone down, released my cock, and raised her breasts off my face.

With all the sarcasm I could muster, I said, "That was fun, MK."

"Back to work, slave!"

To prevent MK's breasts from sagging, I wrapped the linen strips below them, then crossed the strips up and over her shoulders, making sure everything was taut. I realized I was building a linen bra from scratch, one I hoped would provide the support she wanted. I was enjoying this, and as I wrapped, pressed, and squeezed her breasts, I wondered what methods the person who invented the bra used. That would have been a fantastic job.