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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
ADULT CONTENT
FOR ADULTS 18 YEARS AND OLDER
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My name is Stephen. I'm a 22 year old male from a little town in Maine called Hollow Brooke. Currently I'm in college studying Criminal Justice with the hopes of becoming a criminal prosecutor. I'm kind of tall, around 6'2. I have light brown almost blonde hair that comes down to just right above my shoulders. I'm fair skinned and often get told I look like the country singer Keith Urban. I still live at home with my parents. I tried living on the school campus, but I wasn't getting to spend enough time at home with my family. So now I'm back at home and saving my parents some money.
My father is a journalist, and a very good one at that. He however is not home as much as my mother would like. That's one of the reasons I decided to come back home. You never know where he will be headed. Sometimes when he travels for work he will be gone for weeks at a time. It all depends on where and what the current big news is.
My mother is a tall, slim blonde with an amazing body. She is a physical trainer so she stays in amazing shape. I have always had a very close relationship with her. Whenever dad is gone, she gets lonely and like's to spend a lot of time with my sister and I.
My sister is someone very special to me.
To start off, we are identical twins and her name is Stephanie. I still to this day call her by Sissy and nothing else. She was born ten seconds after me so I often tease her about being the baby.
The first 17 years of our lives we lived in southern North Carolina. Then Father got transferred here to Maine. I don't mind living here now, but at the time it was horrible. I didn't know anyone here. All of my friends were back in North Carolina.
We moved into a really nice house here in Maine. It's a little gated community in Hollow Brooke. My mom thought it was the perfect place to move to because Hollow Brooke is so close to our last name Holloway. All the houses are fairly new, except for the creepy old mansion on the top of the hill that the Sherman's live in. The mansion was built in the mid 1800's for a man known in this town as Dig Em' Up Davis.
From the tales I've heard he owned the local cemetery in town. He would go there late at night and dig up freshly buried bodies to take home and do with as he pleased. Some people say he only used them for his own personal sex toys. After he was done fucking them he would burn their bodies in the furnace in the basement. Others say he murdered his wife and their butler because they were having an affair. He burnt the butler's body in the furnace but kept her body in the mansion and would pretend she was still alive. He would prop her dead body up in the corner of their bedroom. Then he would kidnap married woman and fuck them in front of her while she watched. He murdered the woman he kidnapped and put them in the furnace.
I don't know what stories, if any, are true, but I do know the man did live there. I also know that in the late 1900's when they refurbished the home they found several ears in jars that he had saved as souvenirs.
I have been going to the Sherman's big Halloween parties for 5 years now. They really do an outstanding job decorating it every year. The Sherman's say it's haunted. Things go missing all the time. They will sit something down and when they go back for it, it won't be there anymore. They also will hear people walking up and down the halls at night. Sometimes when they walk into the kitchen every cabinet door and drawer will be open. I don't think the Sherman's are too scared of the house anymore. I suppose they have just gotten use to all the excitement that goes on inside of their walls. It's a huge dark brick mansion with probably a good fifty windows; all of them with iron bars over them. The house has ivy growing up the walls. The front door is a wide dark brown double door with square panels all along the middle, and a creepy old brass door knocker. They have real grave stones in their front yard to help make it stay creepy looking. Their drive way is long and curvy going uphill and they have a black iron gate at the front entrance. You can see the Sherman's mansion from my bedroom window.
Their party is taking place in a couple hours. It's the biggest and most attended party in this town every year.
I'm wearing a cowboy costume this year. Usually I go all out for it and try to win the costume contest. This year is different though. I have been going with Sissy every year since we moved to this town. However this year she is going out with some of her old friends from North Carolina. It will not be the same without her. I'm sure I'll know plenty of the people attending though so I'm still going.
Sissy and I were always really close, closer than most brothers and sisters. I believe it's because we are twins, we just have a special connection that I have never seen with other siblings. For the most part we do look exactly the same. We both have dark brown eyes and light brown/blonde hair. Mine a little darker than hers. She has beautiful long hair that stops just above her ass. We both have pretty nice figures thanks to mom being a physical trainer and always keeping us on the go. Sissy is in better shape than me though. She is also now a physical trainer at the gym with mom.
I've had a strong sexual desire to be with Sissy since I was young. She use to walk around the house when it was just me and her home completely naked. I have always thought she would do that on purpose just to try and catch me looking at her. I remember all of the nights sleeping on the floor in her bedroom.
She would often masturbate while I was in the room. I guess she thought I was asleep and that I wouldn't know. I could hear her wet little pussy sounds as she would finger herself. I'd lay there pretending I was asleep slowly jerking off under the blankets to her juicy pussy sounds.
I always came as soon as I heard her breathing get harder and her legs squirm under her sheets. I have always wanted to tell her about my true feelings for her. I wouldn't want to ruin the great relationship we have though. I will never tell her my true desires.
I get dressed in my cowboy costume for the party. I put on an old brown cowboy hat. A old worn down button up shirt. Found an old pair of my khaki pants that have some dirt stains. Also a nice pair of cowboy boots that I had borrowed from one of my college buddies. Before I head out I check in the bathroom mirror, making sure everything looks alright. I go to the front door and slip on a brown leather jacket to complete my costume. It's a good thing I live just down the street from the Sherman's. There is already no parking on the street. Its nuts how many people come to this party. Walking up the drive way I check out all the decorations, some of them are really scary. You know that one house in your neighborhood that goes all out on Halloween decorations? Well the Sherman's are that family times ten!