This is a sequel to "The Witching Hour", which was originally a stand-alone story, but some readers wanted to know what happened next. The success of any story depends on a conspiracy between the author and the reader. The author tries his or her best to set the scene and provide dynamic input to the story. The reader contributes to the story by using his or her imagination to paint a picture in their mind's eye as the action unfolds. Thanks for doing your bit.
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What the hell had I done?
At the last minute and unknown to me, my wife Hazel had arranged for her sister Jenny to go to our local Halloween masque ball instead of her. I arrived very late, mistook Jenny for Hazel, as she was dressed in Hazel's witch costume and I ended up in bed with her. The two red-headed sisters are very similar in appearance, but that's really no excuse.
What an idiot! Sometimes I don't know which month it is, but bedding my sister-in-law was more than just a minor error. I really should have been able to tell which witch was which! Luckily Hazel had been babysitting overnight for Jenny and when she got back home in the morning she hadn't twigged that I had been at the ball.
That morning, while Hazel was busy making herself a cup of coffee, I retrieved my red devil costume from the wash basket in our bedroom and stashed it in my wardrobe. I couldn't work out what to do apart from that. Hazel had told me Jenny knew the guy she had slept with was "in a steady relationship", so Jenny must have realised it was me. I had no idea what Jenny would do, but at least she hadn't dropped me in it straight away.
That Sunday I kept asking myself whether or not it would be best to confess all to Hazel, but I was absolutely shit scared that would be a disaster. If Hazel didn't believe it had been a genuine case of mistaken identity, then all of the various family relationships would be under threat. Hazel and Jenny had always been very close, so no doubt I would get the blame, whatever happened. My parents-in-law, Tommy and Mary, were nice people, but conservative in outlook, so they would be horrified if they found out I had cheated on my wife with their other daughter. Worst of all, Hazel and I had decided earlier in the year that we would try to have children, so she had gone off the pill a few months ago. If she found out what I had been up to with her sister, I might lose my wife and any chance of having those children.
I resolved to say nothing and tried my best to hide my worries and act normal. It sounds strange, but that wasn't too difficult. The strong autumn winds had ripped the waterproof roof covering off our shed and dislodged a gutter on the side of the house, so I had some minor repairs to keep me busy. Hazel seemed tired after babysitting with Jenny's daughter, Emma, so she was happy to have a quiet day, taking care of various household chores, including the laundry. My stained costume was no longer in the wash basket and I gave myself a pat on the back for dodging that particular bullet.
Over dinner Hazel and I talked about what had been happening while I had been away on business in London the previous week. She was delighted to hear that the deal I had done meant I would get a nice bonus. For most of the year we had been talking about how we might go on a winter cruise in the Caribbean, but that evening she seemed less enthusiastic about a cruise. "We should definitely celebrate your success," she said, "But there are probably other things we could do with the money. There's no need for us to rush into any decisions."
After dinner we watched TV for a short while and then Hazel started to make come to bed signals. You know the sort of thing - snuggling up to me on the sofa and batting her eyelashes. I admit the thought crossed my mind about how lucky I was to be getting my wicked way with two beautiful sisters in the space of twenty four hours. Then I thought about how perilously close I was to losing the love of my life and I decided to show Hazel just how much she meant to me. I leaned over and kissed her. "Come on," I said. "I missed you and we have a lot of catching up to do."
That evening I did my best to give Hazel the loving that she deserved. I started at her toes and worked my way upwards, kissing and licking until I got to the honey pot. The contrast of those curly red hairs against the pale skin is spell-binding and I usually like to spend time down there, kissing, sucking, licking and blowing until her little man in the boat is teased out and happy. Sometimes we do sixty nine, but this time I let Hazel lie back while I did the giving and she did the getting. Apart from between her legs, Hazel's most sensitive erogenous zone is her neck, so her absolute favourite positions are where I can nuzzle or stroke her neck while we work up to a climax. Usually she gives me a gentle nudge when she's had enough oral attention down below. This time was a bit different. She was hot as hell, wriggling and squirming, her fingers running through my hair, and then suddenly she grabbed my head and pulled me upwards. I went with the flow and guided my dick into her while I nuzzled her neck.
Opinion polls have confirmed that most people in this country do not believe in God. Hazel and I are no exception and the only time we go to church is if we are invited to a wedding or we are paying our respects at a funeral. If God exists, He must be puzzled by our behaviour. We don't bother to pray to Him, but then we spend a lot of time having fun in bed and shouting out His name. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." shouted Hazel. If He was listening He probably thought it was a prank call. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." God didn't answer the call that evening, but it seems I was a good substitute for Him. As we basked in the post-coital glow, Hazel told me it had been heavenly.
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Monday dawned and I went off to work early, leaving Hazel to enjoy a slightly later start to the day. She works in a bank and is normally up and about at around the same time as me, but she had an appointment at 10am that morning for a routine check-up at the local doctor's surgery. My main achievement that day was to get a replacement mobile phone for the one that I stupidly left on the back seat of a London cab.
I came home from work and was hanging up my coat when Hazel called me through to the lounge. On the coffee table there was an ice bucket and she was filling up a couple of glasses from a bottle of champagne. I showed her the cruise brochures that I had picked up from the local travel agent. "That's nice," she said, giving me a lovely big smile. I sat down on the sofa next to her and she handed me a glass. She clinked her glass against mine, "Congratulations, Nick!"
"Thanks, Hazel," I said, raising my glass to her, thinking of the effort I had put in to land the contract the previous week in London. "I do my best."
"Yes, you certainly do," she replied, grinning at me from ear to ear. "You're going to be a daddy!"
I sprayed a mouthful of champagne all over the floor, which was clearly not the reaction she had expected, although she continued to grin like the Cheshire cat. There was me thinking we're celebrating my bonus and then she hits me with the big news. No wonder she was no longer interested in a winter cruise in the Caribbean. As I dabbed at the spilled champagne with my handkerchief and Hazel refilled my glass, I felt joy and love, but also relief. My wife loved me, we were going to have a family and luckily I had managed to avoid spoiling it all.
We kissed and hugged and cried with happiness a little bit (yes, me too!), then Hazel explained that after missing her last period she did a check using a home pregnancy testing kit while I was away in London . She waited to give me the good news until it was confirmed by the doctor that morning. "I'm only a few weeks pregnant, but that's why I was happy to let Jenny go to the ball in my place. No alcohol for me for the next eight months after this glass of bubbly," she told me, as she smiled and sipped her champagne.
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For the rest of that week I was on cloud nine. My colleagues were probably wondering why I was doing a Mr Happy impression, but Hazel didn't want us to tell anyone else, not even her parents or her sister, until she was "a bit more pregnant". I teased her by pointing out that she couldn't get any more pregnant, but I understood why she would want to keep mum for a while! We agreed that Christmas would be a good time to break the good news to everyone.
I dismissed any vague doubts about whether or not Jenny would let slip to Hazel that I had balled her at the ball. Jenny and I got on very well with one another and she had nothing to gain by stirring things up, as far as I could see.
The weekend arrived and Hazel told me she would be babysitting for Jenny again on Saturday evening. The guy who plied her with drink at the ball had phoned her and asked her out on a date. That was OK by me and Hazel was pleased when I offered to come along and maybe read some stories to Emma. It was a pity that her father hadn't seen fit to keep more in touch with his four year old daughter after the divorce.
Everything seemed to be fine and Hazel and I had an enjoyable evening at Jenny's place, entertaining a lovely four year old princess and smiling to ourselves at the thought that she would soon have a little cousin. We didn't hang around after Jenny got back, although Hazel got some brief feedback about Jenny's date while I started the car.
As we drove the short distance home, Hazel told me Jenny's evening hadn't been much fun. The guy was loud and drank too much. He had seemed interesting at the ball, where loud and drinking would be par for the course, but loud and drinking too much in a quiet, romantic setting like a nice restaurant meant he wouldn't be getting another chance with Jenny. "Oh, and by the way," added Hazel, "Jenny has a couple of odd jobs that need done. That tap in the bathroom is leaking and there's a cupboard door with a broken hinge in the kitchen. She asked if you could help, so I said you'd go round tomorrow. Is that OK? It shouldn't take long."
"No problem at all," I replied, hoping that would indeed be the case. I knew that Jenny and I would need to talk about the elephant in the room sometime.
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