Old Obsidian Ring

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Eanáir 'En' DeGuerre looked at the dress and smiled. It was the perfect 'Flapper' dress from the 1920's and just looking at it on the hanger, the dress looked like it would fit. She turned to get her twin's opinion and huffed in irritation.

"Jan! Janvier Allison DeGuerre, where are you?" she hissed out loud in the small consignment shop.

"Over here. At the counter," Jan answered. Come see these rings."

"We. Are. Not. Here to look at stupid jewelry!" En huffed, exasperated with her sister. "We're here to find costumes; remember?"

"What's wrong with the ones we already got? Look. Look, there's an obsidian ring; isn't that so awesome? Look, look at it," Jan insisted.

"With the opal? Yeah, that, that is pretty," En conceded, looking through the extremely smudged glass at the black ring with a smoky white stone. "But come on; I found this flapper dress."

"Need two of them," Jan reminded her sister. "Are there two of them?"

"Shit," En huffed and gave the ring another glance before returning to the clothes rack.

"But you don't need another ring," En said loudly. "Come on, Jan. This is the last shop; we got to find something."

"I'm telling you; we already got costumes," Jan reminded her sister as the shopkeeper finally shuffled to where Jan was standing, bent over the glass counter.

"But we wore those last year," En whined, searching in vain for anything that would do.

"Help you?" the weathered old Haitian man asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"That ring? Right there? The obsidian one with the opal?" Janvier asked, pointing.

"Oh! Yes, yes, the noire de nuit. Truly beautiful, is it not?" the man smiled, unlocking the cabinet and reaching into the display case.

"I didn't find nothing," En sighed, returning to the counter.

"OMG! It fits too!" Jan said excitedly, turning to show her twin sister that the ring did fit perfectly on the index finger of her right hand.

"I am so very sorry I do not have one for you," the man smiled wistfully at the sister. "I do know how twins can be."

He brightened and shuffled away while Jan continued to admire the ring. Opening another cabinet, he rooted around for a moment, then pulled out two chains. Shuffling again to where the two eighteen year old red heads stood, he smiled as he lay the two chains onto a stained, aged white felt mat.

"What? Oh! Cat's paws!" En said, looking at the obsidian charms that hung from twenty inch silver box ling chains.

"And each as a one carat round cut garnet," the man smiled proudly. "The birthstone of January."

"How, how did you know our birthdays are..." En asked, looking from the large pendants to the old man's wrinkled face.

"You called your sister 'Janvier.' Janvier is French for January. I am unsure of your name, though. What is an En?" the man asked, studying her face.

"Eanáir. Gaelic for January," En informed the man.

"Ah!" the man said, wrinkled face breaking into a smile.

"Okay. We'll just wear those stupid costumes," En sighed, knowing they would be buying the jewelry.

"Yay!" Jan laughed, hugging her sister.

"So, who is the elder sister?" the man asked as he labored to push the right keys on the ancient cash register.

"That would be her," En sniped, pointing to Jan. "The one who always gets her way."

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Paul DeGuerre hated his reaction as his twin daughters stood in front of him, modeling their Halloween costumes. The previous year, he had objected to how tightly the lycra material clung to their well-developed bodies and his wife had told him to quit being a stick in the mud. This year, the material clung even tighter, looking as if the costumes had been painted onto the two beautiful red heads. Looking at Janvier Allison and Eanáir Lucille DeGuerre, with their coppery red hair cut into adorable pixie cuts that framed their oval faces perfectly, Paul could see his wife in their fine features. Just like his red headed wife, the girls possessed pale skin with a light dusting of freckles across their cheeks and snub noses. Their bright green eyes twinkled with merriment most of the time and when their eyes were twinkling, their plump lips stretched to reveal their straight white teeth.

"Better be straight," Paul thought as they stood in front of him. "Seven thousand dollars and that was with my insurance."

Paul smirked; he never had any trouble telling Jan apart from En. Standing in front of him, black cat ears headband on her pretty head, black long sleeved lycra body stocking stretched taut across her 34 DD chest and nipped in 27 inch waist, short skirt slung low over her 32inch hips and slightly chubby buttocks, Jan was angled just slightly ahead of her younger sister.

En wore a similar outfit; her cat ears and body stocking and skirt were pure white. When they turned, Jan's long black tail protruded through a hole in the skirt and En's white tail stuck out of her own skirt.

Their slightly pudgy legs were encased in micro-fishnet stockings; black for Jan and white for En. Over their hands, they wore 'Cat paw' gloves and their tennis shoes had matching cat paw covers.

Paul again cursed himself as his cock threatened to swell. He saw that neither girl wore bras under the snug outfits; the scoop necklines made bras impractical. Their constricted areolae and rock hard nipples were clearly visible through the material of the costumes. He knew the body stockings were thong style in the back and knew, as snug as the garments fit over their breasts, the fronts would display a delectable camel toe if it were not for the skirts. Again, he felt his cock stirring in his snug boxer-briefs.

"You know the minute they get there, those skirts are coming off," Kristi, his buxom blonde girlfriend whispered as Jan and En bounded up the stairs, Jan in front.

"I know," Paul said, voice tight. "But as long as I don't have to see it..."

For the hundredth time that day, Paul cursed Michelle DeGuerre nee Byrnes for running off with Timmy Jones, her twenty seven year old supervisor. The twins had celebrated their eighteenth birthday January 1st, which had fallen on a Sunday. Michelle had returned to work on Tuesday, January 3rd. That night, Paul had returned from his own job to two hungry girls and no wife. She had not even taken anything out to defrost so Paul took the easy way out and ordered a pizza from Sloane's Pizzeria. Kristi Genducci, their former babysitter had been the delivery girl that night and greeted Paul and the twins warmly. She admitted, when she recognized the address, she'd traded routes with George, the other delivery driver so she could say 'Hi' to the DeGuerre family.

Paul tried a few times to reach Michelle's cell phone and each call went straight to voice mail. Jan and En had the same results. Entering their bedroom, Paul learned of Michelle's abandonment; her clothes and toiletries were gone.

After a few more pizza deliveries, Kristi put two and two together. After her last delivery on a Friday night, she drove to the DeGuerre house and became Paul's lover.

But, even with a twenty three year old busty blonde helping him, cooking, cleaning, gently guiding his two eighteen year old girls, Paul still cursed his wayward wife. He'd been twenty five and she a self-conscious very busty red headed eighteen year old with more freckles than sense when he'd come into the coffee shop where she worked. Lust at first sight overcame common sense and four months later, they wed. Six months after their hurried wedding, Michelle labored, sweated, cried, groaned and cursed, and gave birth to Janvier Allison DeGuerre and Eanáir Lucille DeGuerre. Allison had been Paul's mother's name and Lucille had been Michelle's mother's name.

"Then eighteen years later? Decides its true love with her and Timmy; what kind of grown man runs around with the name Timmy?" Paul again cursed as Kristi grabbed the heavy wooden bowl of Halloween Candies from the kitchen table.

"Surprised there's any candy left," Kristi teased Paul as she walked to the front door.

"I have not been eating..." Paul denied.

"Bye Daddy, bye Kristi," Jan said, black cat nose and faux whiskers now attached to her snub nose.

"Bye Daddy, Bye Kristi," En echoed, her white cat's nose and whiskers attached to her nose.

"You two be care..." Paul started but the slamming of the garage door cut off his words.

"Trick or treat!" he smiled as he heard some children outside of their front door.

He remembered taking two four year old ballerinas, two five year old genies and two six year old princesses trick or treating. Jan would push the doorbell and wait for a count of three before again pushing the button.

Joining Kristi as she sat on the porch swing, Paul was just in time to see the taillights of the twins' car turn the corner. Leaning over, he gently kissed Kristi on her cheek. She smiled up at him.

"So far, we've had two ghosts and I'm not sure what the little girl was. She told me, but she was busy sucking on a huge lollypop..." Kristi smiled as two young boys came up the walk, already calling out 'Trick or Treat!'

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Neither Jan nor En knew who gained access to the old Wallace House. Neither Jan nor En knew how they managed to get electricity up to the old, abandoned home. Driving up the neglected street, they could actually see the first floor of the old, creepy house illuminated from within. Getting out of the car, they could hear the booming, thudding music, and occasionally, squeals, screams and raucous laughter coming from within the abandoned mansion. En wiggled out of her costume's skirt and tossed it into the back seat of their car.

"Roads suck," En commented, examining the front bumper of their car.

"Hey, not my fault," Jan defended, also inspecting the front bumper.

"I didn't say it was your fault," En said, determining that there was no damage despite the hard thump a pothole had delivered. "I just said the road sucks. Come on. Let's go!"

"I mean, shit, show and ice and then you salt it and come along with a snowplow..." Jan said as they pushed open the rusted gate that once guarded the driveway of the old three story home.

"Well, just be careful of it when we go back," En advised.

Without the skirt, En's pale white buttocks were displayed prominently in the thong cut bodysuit. Her white tail curved upward, drawing attention to her somewhat chubby buttocks, white fishnet stockings and stubby legs.

"You not going take your skirt off?" En asked as they carefully climbed the rickety wooden steps to the front door.

"No, not just yet," Jan said, even tugging the hem of the skirt down slightly. "Maybe later."

"Enter... if you dare!" Dracula said, answering En's knock on the heavy wooden door.

"Hey Jason," En said, brushing past the young man.

"Hey Jan," Jason said, eyes following En's delectable rear end into the darkened foyer.

"That was En," Jan said, entering the dark foyer.

Inside, the music was so loud it was bleeding and distorted. Several people kept screaming at Choco, demanding that he turn it down. The young African-American man smirked, grabbing his crotch through his 'Black Lightning' costume and telling them to 'Ask him nicely.'

"No, bitch," 'Super Man' said, unplugging the extension cord from the generator he'd mounted in the rear of his pickup truck. "Turn it down or pack it up."

Grumbling threats and curses, Choco said he would turn it down. Super Man plugged the equipment into the generator again and again, people covered their ears as the interrupted song blared out of the numerous speakers. Choco did reduce the volume to just below ear-splitting and stood, glaring hatefully at everyone.

"Hi Edmund," En cooed, approaching 'Thor.'

"Hi En. Bye En. Bo be a whore somewhere else, En," Claudette Schmidt, Edmund Bauersfeld's girlfriend said, stepping between En and Edmund.

"You know, Claudette, just when I think there is no possible way I could think less of you? You show up and prove me wrong," Jan said, stepping between her sister and Claudette.

With a hateful glare, Claudette grabbed Edmund's arm and dragged the handsome blond youth away.

"Dyke," Claudette braved saying just before they disappeared into another room.

"En, Jesus, all right? Find anyone else but that dumb ass, huh?" Jan begged her sister.

"Peggy," En retorted.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, I deserved that one," Jan agreed. "But God! She, she was just so gorgeous!"

"Well, Edmund's pretty fucking gorgeous too," En said, waving a greeting to a 'Catholic Schoolgirl' and a 'Naughty Priest.' "Angela! Kenan! Hi!"

A few people braved climbing the cracked and splitting grand staircase to the second floor. En and Jan braved the wobbly stairs and looked around in the semi-blackness. The home's last occupants had removed most of the furniture so there was little of interest on the second floor. En sneezed when her feet stirred up some dust. The third floor was also quite dark, and very barren. Again, En sneezed and they trooped back down to the ground level.

In the kitchen area of the home, 'Super Man' and 'Wonder Woman' had set up some snacks and drinks on the wobbly counters. Grabbing a fistful of Chex party mix and a potent rum punch, En looked around for Edmund. She was polite and even agreed to dance with Jason, the Dracula doorman.

"Why don't you like him? He obviously likes you," Jan advised when En returned to the kitchen area.

"I, God, don't you think I've asked myself the same thing?" En agreed, helping herself to some more rum punch. "I don't know. I, I just, when I look at Edmund, I mean, I just immediately get wet. Jason? Eh."

Jan also danced a few times with others; male and female. 'Elsa' from the movie 'Frozen' did whisper to Jan that she'd love to sneak up to the second floor, find a room for them. Jan smiled and gave Elsa a kiss before whispering to her that it wasn't a good time right now.

"That why you're still wearing your skirt? I notice En couldn't wait to take hers off," Elsa asked.

"Yeah, that snotty little bitch," Jan smiled, giving Elsa another kiss before returning to the kitchen for another potent rum punch and some potato chips.

Just after ten thirty, Choco had a belly full of being rejected by the blonde bitches in the house. Summer, a heavy-set brunette and Dakota, a slim, attractive African-American girl had both let Choco know they were receptive but he wanted a blonde bitch. Amidst the protests and the promise from Super Man that he would not be paid, Choco packed up his equipment and left.

The silence was short-lived; George Linden drove home and grabbed an ancient boom box his dad had stashed in his man-cave. Not as loud as Choco's equipment, the old unit played George's father's cds just fine and the dancing continued. Although some made disparaging remarks about the 'old school' tunes, the majority continued to dance, to bounce, to rub against one another.

"Hide and seek!" someone screamed out and, with squeals and laughter, most of the party-goers agreed.

"Tag! You're it!" Angela, the naughty schoolgirl laughed, tagging Kenan.

"Hey!" En whispered to Thor. "I'm going to the first bedroom on the right, third floor. I'll be in the closet, okay?"

With a smile, Edmund/Thor nodded his head in understanding. Claudette turned and glared hatefully at En. En did not see the hateful glare; she was already in motion, fluffy white tail swishing with promise.

"One! Two! Three!" Kenan started to count, eyes covered.

With squeals and whoops and laughter, the party goers scattered. En made her way up to the third floor and dashed into the first bedroom. Opening the closet, she sneezed at the dust her tennis shoes stirred up then entered, leaving the door slightly ajar.

She held her breath as she heard heavy footsteps approaching. The room itself had been nearly black; there was no moonlight this cloudy evening. The closet was pitch black; there wasn't even any light coming through the chink in the door.

Again, En held her breath as the closet door gave out a protesting squeak. The door let out a different pitched squeak as it was shut. En reached out her arms, hoping to embrace Edmund, to feel his finely chiseled form.

With a grunt of disapproval from the visitor, En was grabbed by powerful hands and twisted to face away. En stumbled slightly, putting her hands out to prevent a fall. Her hands came into contact with the far wall of the large closet and she braced herself against the wall by her hands.

"Ooh!" En grunted out as her thong bottom was unsnapped.

The stretchy material sprang upward, leaving En's buttocks, hips and crotch bare. She giggled; she could feel her cat's tail dragging against the back of her head as she bent at the waist at an almost perfect forty five degree angle.

Gently, a foot nudged En's feet a little wider apart. Fingers plunged into En's sopping wet pussy and En let out a groan of pleasure. A hand softly cupped En's mouth, quieting her moans.

"Mmph! I, ooohh!" En groaned as the head of an uncircumcised cock pressed against her slit.

Again, the hand softly cupped her mouth. En heard a very soft 'Shh!' as the very thick member pushed up into her from behind.

"Mmng!" En grunted, trying to be silent even as her pleasure welled up in her belly.

"Oommph!" she grunted as the head of the large cock bumped painfully against her cervix.

En could feel the hem of the unseen lover's shirt brushing against her bare buttocks as the silent invader held himself inside of her. She again bit back her groan as the large cock slowly withdrew. She could feel the foreskin curling back to cover a portion of the cockhead as the thick member rasped against her slick vaginal walls. Squeezing eyes and mouth tightly, En fought hard against a groan of pleasure as the thick shaft again thrust into her. She could feel the foreskin curling back rubbing deliciously as the cock entered her once more.

"Mmng!" she again fought hard to stay silent as a thumb rubbed maddeningly over her exposed rosebud.

Slowly, even as the cock pulled out, the Thumb pushed into En's rectum. She ground her teeth as the thumb added to the scandalous pleasure the unprotected cock was giving her. En began to pant; her climax was fast approaching. Her cat's paw pendant rocked and swayed, slapping against her chest with the force of her lover's thrusts.

"Oomph!" she gurgled as the cock's owner grabbed her hanging breast in the other hand. A thumb and forefinger tugged and twisted her left nipple quite cruelly.

"Shit!" En heard a hoarse grunt and suddenly felt semen jetting forcefully into her pussy.

"Mmng! Oh, oh God!" En squealed, her climax overwhelming her need for quiet.

"Shh!" the cock's owner hissed, clamping a firm hand over En's mouth.

The hand left En's mouth when En's shudders ceased. Again, the hand wormed up underneath her loose body stocking and groped her heavy, swaying breasts. Slowly, the thumb pulled out of En's quivering rectum. Fingers began to scoop up the semen that dribbled from En's pussy, dripping down over En's stocking cuffs. Then, the fingers pressed against En's rosebud.

"Mmng! I, you, you can't..." En protested as the slimy fingers pushed into her rectum.

While her anus was being fingered by two, then three fingers, the cock had remained firmly notched in En's pussy. En could feel another orgasm beginning to well up in her guts as the thick cock began to plunge into her once more.