Haunted House, Chapter 2 The Twin

The day after as i hit my writing block, i decide that maybe i can get some inspiration with the books that stored in the shelf in the basement. I go down there and open some books, novels, and journals until i find something "Wow, this journals belong to the man who built this house." I open pages by pages watching the photograph of people who cut the trees to built this big house. "There is a plantation in this area before. I guess all the empty land to the next farm is belong to owner of this house. No wonder no one built a structure. My grandparent practically own a very vast land, but why they decide to leave it ?" My discovery is disturbed by a phone call. Its from the hospital, they said my sister has an accident with her husband. Her husband, Jerry is died on spot when the car slipped and he get impaled by a roadblock, not a pretty sigh they say. Meanwhile my sister only got a light wound around her forehead thanks to her safety belt, but lost quite a lot of blood by the time she was found by her rescuer.

I quickly go to the hospital. I stayed overnight waiting for her to wake up, when she finally did i tell her what happen and lie about her husband. I bring her to our late mother's house while lie to her, waiting the hospital to call about her husband condition. She gets this scared expression from her face and asks me "Isn't this the house that mom used to warn us to stay far from ?" I lied to her "No .... I rent this house because i need some inspiration for my writing. You know stay away from the city and distraction." "You sure pick a weird spot for your writing sis, even with my unrecovered sight from the accident, i know this house is ugly, Big Ugly and Creepy."

Kesha, my twin sister is a scaredy-cat who will spook at the first sign of knocking or creaking, she inherits all the bad side from my mother's while I inherit all the good side from my unknown father.

I turn on the generator because it is almost dark and explain to my sister that I will turn off the power after 3 hour everyday, and she is already protesting "What ? So the house will be dark until morning ? and how am I gonna survive through that ?" "You have candles and you have me to tend for your needs." I brush her hair while we bath. "No you will need to buy a new generator or I will run away from this house." She keeps protesting but i know she cant go anywhere, she is too scared to live alone anywhere.

I told her to stay and at the kitchen while i get down to turn off the generator for the night. When i get back to the stairs Kesha already waited for me "Kelly ...." "Yeah who is that man following behind you ?" "What !!!?" I stop and actually get scared for once in my life. "No one is behind me Kesha." "But i saw it, he standing behind you, I can see his eyes, is he the man who fixed the generator ?" Suddenly a soft touch blow my hair and i quickly run in my lingerie. I climb up the stairs and slam and lock the door on my back. "You gonna leave him there ?" My sister ask, "Yes, Yes, he will stay a while to check what part of the generator need to be fixed." "But it's dark down there, and you lock the door." "Don't worry, he brought a flashlight and had the spare key. Now on to bed you." I push my sister away from the dark and scary basement. Scary .... i believe i said that.

"You sleep here, i gonna light the candle and leave your door open." "No don't leave me." She begs "My room just across yours, if you need anything, you can just knock." "No please stay sister ! You know i afraid of being alone or dark." She pulled me to bed. Okay, but just this once. I pull the blanket and sleep next to her.

"Mmmmmhhh ..... nnnnnnppppphh ..... " It's so good. I gain half my consciousness after sometimes. It's the same dream again, like falling into darkness where i can't see anything or anyone. My body is naked and lusted after the thousand hands. And finally a dark unseen figure make love with me, sometimes we kiss, sometimes he just penetrate my pussy.

I woke up found myself sweating and panting after the dream. My sexual frustration is at it's peak i guess. But in the darkness i hear a moan, soft moan echoed in the bedroom i sleep in, sometimes a sound of a woman squealing from the pleasure. I light another candle to find where the voice come from. I open my blanket and found my sister squirming on bed. She looks like having a very pleasurable dream, probably with her husband. "Hhhhnnnnggg ... Mmmmnnnn .... Nnnnnnhhhh !!!" And she has an orgasm in her dream. I touch her wet panties, and find out that was not her first orgasm, and she still squirming, squealing in the heat of a naughty dream.

The fire inside of me burns again, i touch myself while watching my twin sister moans and wriggle in bed. I get the naughty idea and kiss her. "Aaaahhhnn ..... Mmmmmhhhh ...." I french kiss her while she still deep in her slumber. I'm such a naughty sister, this is actually not my first time kissing her in her sleep. My bestie once dare me to kiss my sister while she asleep and took a selfie as a proof. Once i do that, there is no going back from it. I used to take advantage while she was drunk or vast asleep and enjoy having tongue with her. Soon it became an obsession, it's like i make love with myself. Only she was innocent version of me, who scared of dark and clueless about stuff. "I slide up her pink satin, and it rubs her boobs with my both hands. She is such a splitting image of mine, even our cup is still same after all this years. "Ssssshhh ..... Aaaaahhhhnn ....." She bite her lips when i suck her nipple. "Hnnnnggg ..... uuuuuhhh !!!" She moans in protest when i bite it. I slide down her panties and eat her pussy out, i lick her clit in a same way Johnny used to lick me. We have same sensitive and arousal spot, which save me time to get her into her next orgasm. "Aaaaahhh .... Oooooohhhh ..... Hhhhnnnnggghhh !!!" She squeal pretty loud and came pretty hard.

After an hour of eating out my twin sister, I decided to stop and sleep. Meanwhile she is still squirming from her good, sensual dream. I kiss her on the lip for the last time before going back to sleep.