I call my mother, Julie, her twin sister, Jennie, my sister, Jessica, and my sister-in-law, Joanne, the Witches of Eastwick. Yeah, I know there were only three witches in the movie, Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Susan Sarandon, but I expanded it to four to encompass my four female relatives. Definitely, the four of them are witches. Don't get me wrong. I mean that in a good way. I love them all. Still, they are witches and their witch like behavior worsens, especially around the Halloween holiday.
Once they are together talking, laughing, and having a few drinks, they cackle like real witches do, they scheme like witches do, and when they are plotting against men, they are evil just like real witches. It wouldn't surprise me if they have a book of potions and spells hidden somewhere in the cupboard. Oh, yeah, I definitely believe in witches and I definitely believe that these four could be witches. Only, I know they are not, that is, I don't think that they are. Anyway, for those who don't believe in witches or in witchcraft, read my story, the Boston Halloween Massacre.
This whole thing started when I was trying to get in my cousin Jenna's pants, which I've been trying to do for a while now. Young and old, everyone wants to get in Jenna's pants, even women. She's a hottie; moreover, she's nice and really fun. I've been in love with my cousin Jenna for as long as I can remember.
First of all, to be a female member of this family, you must be pretty, really pretty, and it seems that you must have a first name that begins with the letter J, such as my Mom, Julie, my aunt, Jennie, my sister, Jessica, my sister-in-law, Joanne, and Jenna, my gorgeous cousin, the one that this story is about or was supposed to be about and the one who I dream about and jerk off over every night.
Even my grandmother's name was Josephine. Weird. Matter of fact, my grandmother is really pretty, too. She's only in her late fifties, but she's still hot. Definitely, as is my mother and my aunt, my grandmother is a MILF, too. Every female in this family is a hottie. Also, they all have wicked good senses of humors. When you get the five or six of them together, if you count grandma, all they do is laugh.
The genetic makeup of this family is very strong, so strong that it even branches out to my sister-in-law, my brother's wife, who not only looks like she could be my sister's sister but also her identical twin sister. Apparently, my brother must have always wanted to bang our sister because he married a woman who looks exactly like her. It appears my brother is as incestuously depraved as I am because here I am attracted to a younger and hotter version of my Mom and my aunt, my blood related, first cousin, Jenna. She, too, looks exactly like my sister and my sister-in-law for that matter. The three of them, especially from the back could be identical triplets. I'm surrounded by beautiful women who look almost exactly alike. Is it any wonder that I have incestuous thought?
All five women are 5'4, give or take an inch, have straight, blonde hair and blue eyes, take a size 4/6, and have B cup breasts. Okay, you caught me. I've seen my Mom's breasts and I've seen my sister's breasts, too. I saw them both quite accidentally when I left my video recorder in the record position in the bathroom hidden beneath the sink and pointed at the bathtub. I know, it was stupid of me to do that, but I did. Really, I was so embarrassed, especially after watching the video on my computer over and over again while jerking off to it.
It was really hot watching the footage of first my Mom stripping naked, getting in the shower, and then emerging a few minutes later naked with a towel around her hair. Then, it was my sister's turn. Even though there is nearly a twenty year difference between the two of them, mother and daughter, they have the same exact body. Even their pubic hair is trimmed the same way, in a landing strip.
Yet, planting the video recorder ended up not mattering, as my Mom is always flashing me her naked body and my sister is always allowing me to see and touch her anyway, whenever we wrestle. My sister is very athletic. She used to be a cheerleader in high school and she loves to wrestle. We wrestle all the time. I especially enjoy wrestling with her whenever she wears a short skirt, which is all the time. She can't help but flash me her panties, then. Whenever we wrestle, I get to touch and feel her, accidentally on purpose, of course, everywhere.
The five of them buy one outfit and take turns wearing it. All of them even take the same size shoe, a size seven. I know this because they are always borrowing one another's shoes. Because they all have the same size and shape, round and firm ass, I swear, when they all stand in a line with the backs turned from me and when they have their hair arranged the same way, I dare anyone to tell one from the other, especially if you've had a few drinks, especially if you are with them in a darkened room, such as a nightclub.
Yeah, now I think you know where I'm going with this story. Can you imagine the possibilities of five gorgeous women who look so much like one another that you can't tell one from the other? Then, you add in the women dressed in costume, a dimly lit room, and everyone drinking alcohol, well, it makes for a fun, albeit very confusing Halloween time.
Moreover, because my Mom and her sister had babies out of wedlock when they were just kids themselves, barely 18-years-old, there's less than twenty years separating the youngest to the oldest in the group. As women do, the younger ones make themselves appear older, while the older ones make themselves appear younger. They all meet somewhere in the middle. They all look between the ages of twenty-seven to thirty-three.
It's best if I begin from the beginning because this is a very long and complicated story. Seriously, it's a good thing all the names begin with J, I think, that way, you don't need a scorecard. Even my name begins with J. Hi, I'm John, but everyone calls me Jack and you can, too.
It all started when my friend Dave e-mailed me that he was coming to Boston. I was really excited. Dave and I were best friends from kindergarten and I haven't seen Dave in three years, since he left the neighborhood to follow his passion in Hollywood, California.
Dave is a talented guy. He's a gifted artist. He works for the movie industry. He does makeup. Only, Dave's not a cosmetologist. Dave doesn't do the eye shadow and lip gloss type of makeup, he does the special character makeup. He didn't even go to school to learn this. He's self-taught. He's a genius when it comes to this stuff.
I envy him to be so young and so talented. Dave was the only one of our my friends who didn't go to college, yet he already has an aspiring career and makes more money in one year than I imagine I'll make with my accounting degree and working in my accounting career in ten years. He makes me wish that I was gifted at something, but I'm not. I'm just a regular guy who is in lustful and forbidden love with his first cousin.
Making partial masks from Latex and with the use of wigs, beards, and mustaches, Dave can make anyone look like anyone, just by creating different noses, chins, ears or defining cheek bones, and/or the shape of a forehead. He's a magician when it comes to makeup disguise. Certainly, he is a very talented artist. I imagine he could have been a sculpture or a painter, if he had a mindset to go in that direction.
Always staring at people in the street, before asking them if he can take their picture, he's always had the eye for faces and facial features. To be honest, I never saw what Dave saw in people's faces, until, that is, he'd hold up a black and white photo that he had taken to show me. He only takes black and white photos. He said because of the natural highlights and shadows that he sees more when the photo is in black and white than when it is in color. He said, believe it or not, the brilliant color washes away the detail. It makes sense, I guess. He's forever bent over while viewing photos through a loop. Anyway, once he showed me the photo and pointed out what he saw, the detail was amazing.
Even as a young child, his favorite toy was Mr. Potato Head. He'd spend countless hours switching noses, lips, and ears, only to be frustrated that he didn't have enough of a selection. That was when he started drawing endless faces in black pencil, which led him to work his magic using computers. When he was still in high school, he took a job in a wax museum and once his work was noticed, it was a quick progression before he found himself working in Hollywood making the big bucks. He's already been nominated for an Oscar. He didn't win, but just to be nominated got him noticed with the special effects teams and landed him more work. Now, he has a great job with a major movie studio.
