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A Halloween Treat
by Charles Dick (frg72001@yahoo.com)

***

A wild Halloween party almost turns tragic when the 
hosts attempts to rape one of the girls. Her brother 
comforts her, and receives a very nice reward. (MF-
teens, nc, rp, inc, exh, rom)

***

Even as a kid, I wasn't all that thrilled by 
Halloween. I didn't like all the noise of the 
fireworks, and I almost always wound up with a 
toothache from the candy. Or sick.

My sister, Jackie, loved it though, and as I was the 
eldest (by a year and a bit), it was my job to go out 
with her. This petered out as we got into our teens, 
but she liked to party and so wasn't at home on The 
Big Night.

Not that it worried our parents much. Despite the love 
of partying, Jackie always returned home at a 
reasonable hour. She was actually a pretty neat kid, 
kept up her schooling, and didn't go in for all the 
sex, drugs and rock and roll stuff. I thought so, 
anyway.

This particular Halloween my friend Nick hosted a 
party and invited some friends in. Nick is a nut when 
sober, but a nice one, but get him outside of a few 
beers and he becomes insane. So, a little reluctantly, 
I went. I didn't know what to expect when I got to his 
house.

The place was fully decorated, with half a dozen jack-
o-lanterns scattered over the walk and front porch, 
and ghosts dangling from the trees in the front yard. 
He'd rigged up some speakers outside that broadcast 
eerie music and sound effects, and there were lighted 
masks in the windows. Inside, the theme continued, 
with "spider webs" dangling from the ceilings, 
flickering electric candles (he's not totally insane), 
pumpkin coloured shades over the lights, etc.

The biggest prop, though, was downstairs in the 
basement. He'd somewhere found an enormous fake 
clamshell and set it up so it looked like the set for 
that famous painting of "Venus on the Half Shell." 
(Better known as "The Birth of Venus"). Without a 
Venus.

He shoved a bottle into my hand led me downstairs, 
where the real party was just getting under way. There 
must have twenty people milling around, all in 
costume. Nick had rigged up a Roman toga for his 
costume, and found a fake laurel leaf tiara somewhere. 
He wore a half-mask over his upper face.

Some of the others had full masks on. He'd managed to 
score an even number of males and females. Some of the 
females were pretty daring. At least two of them were 
bare-chested, wearing something that I suppose passed 
for a harem costume: diaphanous pantaloons over skimpy 
barely there panties. Another girl wore a mermaid 
costume and reclined on a couch with her encased legs 
dangling onto the floor. She had a tiny, frilly, pink 
bra on.

I'd decided on a pirate costume and also wore a half-
mask.

After an hour or so, Nick turned down the volume on 
the roaring stereo and stood up in front of the 
clamshell.

"Okayyy, fffolks," he shouted, already starting to 
slur his words. "I shorta bet you been wondering what 
the sssshell isssh for.

"Welll... You all know about the painting rriiiight?" 
He waved at a reproduction hanging over the bar.

:Nowww, th' firs' girl who dares to get up here, 
dreshed like tha' is gonna win a prize. Uh reeellly 
big prize..."

"Hey," one of the girls shouted, "none of us has a 
costume like that."

"Yeah, I know. But there's one like inna bathroom. All 
yuh gotta do ish change inna it."

"What's the prize?" Somebody asked.

Nick grinned. "Ish a shurprize. I'll tell her, 
whommmmever she ish, in private."

"That doeshn't shound like mush fun," one of the bare-
chested girls said. She wavered up to Nick and leaned 
over the shell. "How'er we shuposhed to get innit, 
anyway?"

"Gotta shtool ri' there," Nick said, waving at a step 
stool propped up against the bar. "Err, ya gonna do 
it?"

"Nah, don' be shilly." She turned around with 
exaggerated care, and wandered off.

"Hey," the mermaid said. "I'll do it. But someone'll 
have to help me into the bathroom."

She was a real cutie, in her skimpy bra and tails. I 
didn't recognize her under the sequined mask. "I'll do 
it," I offered.

I helped her onto her feet, which were visible inside 
the fish tail but hardly useable, and we hopped into 
the bathroom. 

"You really going to get completely naked?" I asked.

"Sure, why not?" she said, giggling. "Look, there's 
the costume."

Nick had fashioned the "costume" out of some kind of 
filmy brown material and somehow made it look like the 
hair in the painting. That would cover the interesting 
parts.

"Too bad there aren't a couple of others to match the 
people on the side," she said. 

In the original painting, there's a couple on the left 
side, an apparently naked angel holding an equally 
naked woman, and on the right side a fully dressed 
woman holding a robe of some sort out to Venus.

'Hey, whyn't you get naked too and pretend ta be the 
angel."

"Uh well..."

"Ah, c'mon," she pleaded.

"But there aren't any wings, or anything to cover my, 
you know..."

"Use one a' them towels. C'mon. Here... help me outta 
the fish."

That was a bit of struggle. It was pretty tight, and 
once we'd got it down around her knees, I realized she 
didn't have anything on under it. She had a nice 
little rectangular patch of brown pubic hair... and 
her labia peaked out between her legs. We got the 
fishtail off finally and she shucked the bra, then 
pulled the "costume" around her shoulders.

"Well... ya gonna?"

I guess the beer made me do it. Seeing her naked like 
that made it seem sort of natural. I got rid of the 
pirate costume and draped a towel around my shoulder 
and let it dangle in front. It didn't do much to hide 
my semi-hard cock 

"'Kay? Let's go." She jerked the bathroom door open 
and sauntered towards the shell. Nick had the stool 
all ready. The crowd erupted in cheers and welcoming 
shouts. The girl pranced up to the stool, mounted and 
twirled around into the Venus pose, one hand over her 
small firm breasts and the other clutching the costume 
in front of her pussy.

"What 'er you shuposhed to be?" Nick asked me.

"The angel," I said, pointing at the print.

"Oh... well then you need uh partner," he said. "Hey, 
who want'sh to be the other naked girl? And we need 
shomeone all dresshed up too."

"I can do that," one of the girls said. She'd come 
dressed up like a French courtesan.

"I'll do the other one," one of the bare-chested girls 
said. "You can't see what she's wearing anyway."

"Sho... whaddya think?" Nick asked, when we were all 
in place.

They shouted and cheered and waved their bottles and 
glasses. He produced a camera and snapped some photos.

"Okay," the former mermaid said. "What's the 
shurprish?"

"C'mon with me," Nick said, holding out his hand. She 
stepped down off the shell and took it. He led her off 
towards the staircase and they disappeared.

Meanwhile, I'd been holding the half-naked harem girl 
and attempting to hide my by now fully erect cock. 
She'd been pressing against my side and hugging me, 
like in the painting. With Nick off to give the 
mermaid her prize, she stepped aside and grinned at 
me.

"Let's go have a seat and you can tell me who you 
are," she said.

"I don't know about that," I said, "but we can sit 
down." I pulled the towel around my waist and sat on 
the couch the mermaid had been using. The girl 
promptly sat on my lap. Which put my hard cock in 
close proximity to her crotch. She wriggled and 
grinned.

Just then, mermaid-turned-Venus suddenly erupted back 
into the room. "That son of a bitch tried to rape me," 
she screamed.

Dead silence.

"What did you say?" my lap partner said.

"Nick! He tried to rape me!" She jerked off her mask 
and slammed it on the floor.

I shouldn't have been surprised that this revealed my 
sister. Jackie stormed over to where the outer clothes 
were piled and grabbed up a coat and a pair of jeans. 
She jerked them on and turned to a still silent crowd.

"When, and if, he wakes up, you can tell him I'll kill 
him if he ever tries anything like that again." With 
that, she ran upstairs and we heard the front door 
slam.

"Well," my lap partner said. She got up, "I guess 
that's killed the evening."

"I wonder what she did to him," the French courtesan 
said. She took off her mask and headed for the stairs.

I scurried into the bathroom and resumed my pirate 
costume, then followed the others. The courtesan, 
named Geraldine, was bent over Nick. He was flat on 
his back on the living room floor, a trickle of blood 
running out of his hose.

Geraldine straightened up. "He's not dead. Not yet, 
anyway. Just out cold."

"You think we should call an ambulance?" someone 
asked.

"Probably a good idea."

Geraldine and I stayed there until the ambulance 
arrived. Everyone else got their coats and regular 
clothes and left. Nick was just out. He'd apparently 
fallen and banged his head on something.

"He'll have a headache in the morning," one of the 
EMTs said, "but he should be all right."

"Not if Jackie gets to him," Geraldine muttered. By 
this time, I'd taken off my own mask. "You better go 
home and make sure she's okay, Monte. We'll put him to 
bed."


I got home in time to see the last of the trick or 
treaters leaving. They looked a little old to be doing 
it, but who am I to judge?

I went in and up to Jackie's room. She was sitting on 
her bed, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down 
her cheeks. I sat beside her and wrapped her in my 
arms. I don't know when the last time I'd hugged her 
was. She felt pretty good.

"You going to be okay?" I asked.

"I... I... yeah."

"You tell Mom and Dad?"

"No! And don't you dare. Nothing happened. Really."

"Okay." I stroked her back, feeling her quivering 
under my hands. She didn't have a bra on, I noticed. 
Probably hadn't thought to grab it from Nick's 
bathroom. She felt soft and warm and smelled nice. I 
felt my erection returning. Bad place for that to 
happen, but at least in my jeans, it wouldn't show as 
much as under the towel.

After a while, she relaxed and snuggled against me. 
She murmured something I didn't catch.

"Pardon?"

She sighed and hiccupped. "I said, I love you, Monte."

"Oh."

"Yeah. You've always been there when I needed you. 
Tonight, I need you more than ever. In more ways than 
one."

"What's that supposed to me?"

She wriggled around and lifted her face to mine. Her 
lips were warm and soft and moist as she pressed them 
against mine. She wrapped her arms tight around me and 
squirmed into my lap. The kiss got more and more 
intense, her tongue probing my mouth.

"What are you doing?" I finally asked, pulling back.

"Loving you."

"What?"

"I mean it. I'm going to make love to you. Just to 
show you how much I appreciate you." She began tugging 
my pirate shirt out of my pants. Her hands felt warm 
and strong against my bared chest. She dropped her 
head and began kissing my nipples.

"Jackie," I gasped. "Stop it."

"Why? Don't you like it?"

Well, I did, of course. But this was my little sister, 
not some...

She began unfastening my pants. Since I'd just yanked 
them back on when I got dressed, I hadn't bothered 
with shorts. My semi-erect cock sprang out as she 
pulled. She grabbed it and kissed the tip.

"Jackie! No!"

"Yes." She pushed me down on the bed and pulled off 
her T-shirt. Those small perky breasts again. She got 
off me long enough to strip off her jeans and then 
straddled my thighs. My cock brushed her wet crotch.

"I knew when I saw you naked back there in the 
bathroom I wanted to do this," she whispered. "You 
have a beautiful cock, Monte. And a nice butt."

She rubbed it against that rectangle of brown pubic 
hair for a moment and then... lowered herself slowly 
over it. It pressed against her swollen labia, sank up 
inside.

She smiled down at me. "I do love you, you know. This 
is just to show you how much."

Her body began rocking. She rode me with slow firm 
strokes. She reached out for my hands and put one on a 
breast and the other against her mound.

"Make love to me, too, Monte. Yes. I like that." I was 
pinching her nipple with one hand and rubbing her 
engorged clit with the other. She sped up and I 
automatically began thrusting up at her.

"I'm gonna come any second," I said, gasping.

"Good, good. Me too... Oh, yes, that's it, that's 
good. Ahhhhh!"

Her lithe body jerked spasmodically for a few moments 
and then she collapsed on top of me. I could feel the 
cum dribbling out around my still embedded cock as it 
slowly shrank and withdrew.

We stayed like that for several minutes, breathing 
hard. Her body felt warm and sweaty and soft and silky 
against me. I caressed her bare back. She sighed.

"Oh, Monte. I... I love you so much. I wanted... no, 
needed... to do this for you for so long." She kissed 
me.

"Why? I mean, I'm your brother. It was great, but 
we're not supposed to do this. Have sex. Fuck."

"Says who? If we love each other, why not? You're a 
sexy guy; I'm a sexy girl. I like sex. Why shouldn't I 
do it with the guy I love the most?"

"You weren't a virgin," I said, stating the obvious.

She giggled. What a sensation, having a naked girl 
giggling on my chest.

"Oh, Monte, I haven't been a virgin since I was 
twelve."

I stared at her. "You haven't?"

"No. And I've been doing it ever since."

"And you never got in trouble."

"Oh, no, Mom put me on the pill as soon as my periods 
started. That was the best thing that ever happened. 
No, second best. This was the best."

"But, I mean, you've never been caught? Mom never 
found out?"

"Of course not. Though I think she might suspect. But 
I don't go around doing it with just anyone. In fact, 
I've only done it with Brian for the last couple of 
years."

"And Nick?"

"Nick? God no!"

"What happened there, anyway?"

"He led me upstairs and tossed off his toga and tried 
to jump me. I punched him in the nose and he fell over 
backwards and hit his head on that old camel saddle 
his grandfather brought back from Egypt."

She slithered off my chest and snuggled against my 
side. "Now I've been with you, I don't think I'll ever 
need anyone else."

"Not even Brian?"

"Well, maybe. For a while." She yawned. "Let's go to 
sleep."

"In the same bed?"

"Of course. Unless you want to use yours. I guess it'd 
be drier. We seem to have made a wet mess of mine."


I woke up with sunlight streaming in the window. 
Friday's cool damp weather now was sunny and warm, for 
October. 

Warm. Something warm was pressed against my side. I 
turned my head to see Jackie's high-cheekboned face on 
the pillow beside me. She smiled.

"Good morning."

"Uh... yeah. Good morning. Um... was I dreaming last 
night?"

"What about?"

"Did we...?"

She propped herself up on her elbow and leaned over me 
to plant a soft kiss on my mouth. "Oh, yes. It was 
lovely."

She moved over and spread herself across my chest, her 
face inches from mine. "I'm more than ready to do it 
again, too." She kissed me more fiercely.

I felt her legs either side of mine, her belly pressed 
against mine, her pubic mound pressed against mine. My 
cock, already half hard, surged up between her thighs.

"That's what I like to feel," she said, laughing 
softly.

She sat up, gripped that hard shaft, and lowered her 
crotch. It slipped in, and in, and in. I felt the 
warmth surrounding it and let nature take its course.

This time it took longer. Jackie was as hungry for sex 
as she'd been last night and moved slowly, savouring 
every thrust. I reached for her nipples and protruding 
clit.

"Oh, yes," she sighed. "You're good. Remind me to find 
out who you've been practising with so I can thank 
her."

Her movements started to speed up. So did mine.

"Gonna come," I said, panting.

"Good! Ohhh, yeah!"

She shivered and shook for several seconds, then 
slowly tipped forward to my chest. I wrapped my arms 
around her. We stayed like that for a long time, just 
breathing, holding each other. My cock didn't subside, 
for a wonder. 

"You're still hard," she said after a while.

"Yeah."

"Want to do it again?"

"Why not?"

"You be on top this time."

The second time was as good as the first, for me, but 
she didn't get off.

"Sorry," I said, when I finished coming. My cock 
slithered out of her over-flowing cunt and I moved to 
her side with an arm over her chest.

"Not a problem. I don't need to come every time. But I 
love to be fucked. I think this is the start of a 
wonderful relationship."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes..." She turned her head and kissed my cheek. 
"As good as Brian is, he's not always available. 
You'll always be here. We can fuck every night if we 
want."

"That might be pushing it," I said with chuckle.

Later in the afternoon, Geraldine showed up. "I went 
back to Nick's to see if he's okay," she said, and I 
thought I'd better bring this stuff to you." She held 
out a bag. She'd retrieved Jackie's frilly bra, some 
panties, and my shorts.

"Is he all right?" Jackie asked as she peered into the 
bag. "None of those panties are mine," she added.

"Oh, yeah, he'll live. But I figured I'd better remove 
most of the evidence before his parents start asking 
awkward question."


As a matter of fact, Jackie and I didn't do it every 
night from then on. But she did slept in my bed more 
often than her own, though we did it in her bed a lot 
too. My bed being a queen size was more comfortable 
for sleeping in though.

The only problem we had came the next year, when I 
graduated from high school. I'd decided to go to 
university to become an aeronautical engineer and that 
meant moving away from home. But the vacations I 
returned home were filled with fun and games, often in 
my bed.

When Jackie graduated, she decided on a teaching 
degree and came to the same university. We set up 
housekeeping in a small apartment off campus, and 
shared the bed all the time. And that's the way it's 
remained. We've lived together for years. We decided 
to have a child at one point, but for some strange 
reason, Jackie could never get pregnant, so we wound 
up adopting the twins who now rest in their bedroom 
beside ours. It's been a good life so far.

(Oh, and my ex-friend Nick? Seems Geraldine liked him 
despite what he'd attempted to do. She took care of 
him for the remaining school years, and then married 
him. Last I heard, they had a baseball team sized 
family and were living in the wilds of central British 
Columbia.)

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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