Please note: This is my submission to the Halloween contest. That said I would like to make a disclaimer. There is incest, but being a Halloween story I've also got some supernatural stuff and what some people might consider non-consent. The incest is the main part of the story so if you don't like it feel free to refrain from reading. I'm not going to go on and on I want you to get to the story. I would like to say one thing. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hoped you enjoy reading it. Happy Halloween, Samhain, All Hallows Eve or whatever you follow!
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Think it, but not say it. This was the stupidest idea I'd ever had.
Fine, Joe and Janie were sweet, they were cute, but taking them out for Halloween had been insane. Not so much the idea of walking with them, before dark had fully set, to get a bunch of candy. No, actually it was the fact that I'd agreed to let them pick my costume.
Silly, really, that I'd actually thought I'd been prepared for anything. Barbie, GI Joe, kitty cats and unicorns. All had flitted through my mind when I'd agreed. Hell, it might be embarrassing, but I could deal. What was the worst thing a five year old and an eight year old could come up with?
Damn my sister for letting them watch Legend.
The black hair was my own, which was a plus...barely. But the gown, which had cost me a fortune, and the Goth makeup, was plain ridiculous. I looked like a whore, and all I could think was, 'Yeah sis, I guess I do spoil them a bit too much.'
Regrets were futile, they would do nothing but make my face more red. So instead I held my head high, took hold of the angel in white and the zombie plastered in blood and set out to face my neighbors. I knew I'd never live it down. Little miss prissy accepted to Harvard was going to be scorned for the next five years.
Did I mention Joe and Janie were sweet?
The first house was fine. Mrs. Robinson gave me a little smirk and handed out the candy. I caught the glisten of Mr. Robinson's drool. Not too bad, guys drooled when I went to clubs with my friends, dressed perfectly respectable. I have nice tits. So sue me.
The second and third houses were the ones that made me want to run home. They were the ones where my childhood friends resided. Naturally they wouldn't let the opportunity pass. My last year of high school, trying to impress the teachers by actually following the dress code was a sore spot for them all.
"Well, well. Little miss purity. Seems you had a body under the starched shirts after all." Mark had said.
My chin had lifted as I'd given him a look meant to chill him to his bones. "Oh fuck off jock strap. If you couldn't throw a ball you'd be going local."
The disparaging remark had made him smirk. "Ya, well I got in without playing the prude. What kinda fun did you have last summer Claudia?"
Damn him for leaving me speechless. He was right. In my attempt to exhibit exemplarity behavior, so as not to call question to my choice to become a lawyer, much lest a criminal one, I'd passed over most of the summer gatherings. But so what? Was it so wrong to have ambitions? Without the scholarship I'd be stuck going local myself.
One of my closest friends, before my obsession with living straight and narrow that is, hadn't been much kinder when we'd reached the second house.
"Oh my gawd Claudia! Are you serious? You bailed on my beach party but you'll walk around in that?"
There was nothing I could say to make things okay with her. I knew what Mandy's parties were like. I hadn't wanted to chance getting caught drinking under twenty one, never mind doing so while guys were ogling me in a skeezy two piece. My idea of Harvard material had made the excuses for me. No doubt they seemed rather lame now.
A dozen houses more and I was cursing my sister, wishing she'd dropped the overtime in her perfect surgeon of the year job to take her own kids out. Her job wouldn't be compromised with this outfit. My reputation would. Then again she wouldn't have given in to the puppy dog eyes.
My pathetic submission made me hope that I was infertile. If I was going through with this for my niece and nephew, what would I do if the brats were mine?
Thought coagulating in my head I decided I'd had enough. I told the mini cherubs as much. With some sympathy they finally agreed. As long as I'd bring them to Brad's house first.
Brad was my cousin, my mom's sister's son and my best fried before I'd gone straight and narrow. He'd taken me on my first motor bike ride at thirteen and beaten up my first boyfriend for breaking my heart a year later. He'd done much worse to my next boyfriend for daring to try and take advantage of me. I hadn't seen him except for family functions in two years. Which he alone, among my big Italian family, hadn't bitched about.
With his own ambitions of taking over the family business of customizing cars, which one of my brothers had joined year ago, he, more then anyone else, understood my drive for perfection. He wouldn't let a car leave the shop with orange peel, an imperfection most dealerships didn't sweat over. My excuses to not attending his eighteenth and nineteenth birthday parties had been well received. He lived in the fast lane. I didn't. He got it.
Which was why I was so nervous about seeing him like this.
I loved Brad. Despite the tough assed exterior he was the only one I could say really got me. We were worlds apart and yet, sitting alone with the family converging at the last summer get together he'd said all the right things.
"There'll be a lot of competition to get into the best firm." He'd said shrewdly.
I'd smiled and given him a quick nod. "Exactly. I gotta make sure nothing I say or do can be used against me."
Still, even with the reassurance his last words had haunted me. "Discretion Claudia, it works wonders. You've still got to live."
The logic couldn't be argued. He was right, and yet I hadn't ever tried to heed his advice. I was too busy trying to be perfect. Until now that is.
With Joe pouting at me when I hesitated, and Janie tugging at me I'd finally succumbed. Really, how bad could it be? Brad was cool. He wouldn't ride me about the outfit. Only my own hypocrisy would rile me.
So we made our way to the last house of the block.
Almost as though he'd sensed us coming Brad opened the door while we were still on the cobblestone path. Leaning against the doorframe he smiled at me. "Stuck with the kiddies Claudia?"
I nodded and smiled. "Hey, it's the last year I'll have time to spend Halloween with them. Why not have a bit of fun?"
His lip quirked. "Glad to hear it. I take it this is your last stop?"
I had the strangest feeling he'd caught the conversation we'd had half way here. I dismissed it. There was no way he could have heard. I'd kept the conversation to a firm whisper. "Ya, I've got some volunteer work tomorrow. Looks good on my résumé. Can't stay up too late."
Brad nodded with complete understanding. "Well then why don't you guys come in." He looked at the kids, bending down to eye level. "Your mom ever let you watch a real horror?"
Both shook their heads. I wasn't surprised. My sis had read every parenting book from back to front.
"You want to?"
