Disclaimer: This is an adult story that should not be read by minors under the age of 18. It involves adult over the age of 18 in scenes of Incest, FF, M/FF, M/F, Oral, Anal, and a damn good plot.
I had a bit of trouble writing this story, which is why it took so long, but I think it worked out well. Had to get some help from an on-line porno though for the sex scenes.
Christmas Wish Part 2: Ghosts of Christmas Present
She stood out in the doorway, a ghost that had returned from the past. But some ghosts should always remain in the past.
At first I thought that this was Kate, Sarahâs young aunt, and the one who brought us into the army. She was a good likeness for the sexy aunt, straight red hair that hung down to her jaw, the right side of her face covered by her bangs, military style clothing consisting of a green beret, black tank top with an open camouflage jacket and matching pants that hung down below her hip bones. The top of her thong underwear was yanked up over her hips in club fashion. She even stood like Kate, the same bend at the hips with her duffle bag over the shoulders.
What finally convinced me that this wasnât Kate though, was the crooked grin on her beautiful face, and that her left eye was blue, while Kate had two green eyes. And the fact that she stood about six feet tall, while Kate was under 5â8â.
âHi Max,â
âMax, is that Aunty Kate,â Sarah called out, her tone a lot softer now. As she came around the corner to greet her favorite aunt, she dropped the china plates that she had been holding. They fell to the floor with a loud crash, but nobody noticed.
âHi Sarah,â she said, her tone more shy then when she had greeted me, as if afraid of not being welcomed.
Sarah could only stare at our guest, before whispering, âErin?â
âYeah,â her pale skin turned crimson as she blushed. âBeen a long time, hasnât it?â
âErin!â Sarah cried as she pulled her sister in a deep embrace. Erin also started crying, finally letting out her pent up emotions. âYouâre home, youâre finally home.â
I just stood there, not knowing what to do. It felt great having Erin home, but something felt off about this. This wasnât the same Erin that I grew up with and went on Special Forces missions with. The last two years had changed her, and I didnât think weâd ever see the old Erin again.
It was when the twins hugged that I noticed it. It was only for a second, but I wasnât mistaken. âErin⊠your eye.â
The twins separated and Erin looked up at me. The warmth of being home left her face, replaced by a look of sorrow.
Sarah looked from me to Erin and gasped as she saw what I had noticed. She brushed aside Erinâs hanging bangs and covered her mouth in horror. âOh baby.â Erin turned her head away, not comfortable with the attention.
âItâs not something I want to talk about,â Her bangs fell back to cover the black eye patch. I had seen enough survivors and rescued P.O.W.âs to recognize a missing eye. You have to understand, aside from their stunning good looks and great bodies, the one thing that made the twins really special where there eyes. They were identical in every way except for them. While Sarah had a blue right eye and green left eye, Erin had a green right eye and blue left. It was their eyes that got them the guys (and girls) most of the time. Though they had really nice, big, round breasts that screamed for attention when they wore tight shirts everyone always noticed their eyes first. But now Erin was missing her green eye, and it was obvious that it pained more, emotionally as well as physically.
Realizing that I caused this uncomfortable moment, I put a smile on and changed the subject. âWhy are we still out here in the doorway, come inside Erin. We were just about to have Christmas Eve diner.â She smiled in appreciation, and hugged me as I took her bag and Sarah led her to the living room.
I let the twins sit alone while I brought Erinâs duffle bag to our spare room. In the past we would all three sleep together, but I didnât know how things were now. I was quick to learn that this was a topic that I didnât have to worry about. When I came back down the stairs, I was momentarily shocked to see the two girls were already making out on the couch.
Within the one minute that I was gone, Erin had removed her jacket and black top, letting her huge breasts out to be mauled by Sarah. Sarah still had all of her clothes on, but this was only because she was too busy, her hands crawling all over Erin, and her mouth pressed with Erinâs mouth.
Looking at them now, I couldnât tell that they were twins. Both of the girls had changed so much. Sarah was no longer pale, having developed a bronze tan over the years from sunbathing naked, as well as a few missions into deserts, and her long hair was no longer fiery crimson, but more like red gold. Contrary to her sister, Erin was still lily white, though her hair was cut a lot shorter with long bangs. They both still stood tall, topping about six feet, and they still had great, muscular, though feminine, figures, and each had an awesome rack that could feed an army (which they had put to the test, and were successful). Though they also both had numerous scars (even I had many), I noticed that Erin had at least twice as many now.
I didnât want to ruin the moment, so I fought against my instincts that screamed, âJump in you moron!â Instead I just stood in the shadows and watched. For a second, the thought of being a creepy, psychotic, ex-boyfriend went through my head, watching his ex-girl friend with her new beaux, but I laughed that away. But I did feel weird just standing there watching, so I silently went up to my room, where I grabbed one of my digital cameras, and came back down to film them. I also turned on some music, to help them get into a rhythm.
By now Sarah had lost her top as well, and Erin was suckling on one of her nipples. Her little pink tongue wrapped around Sarahâs nipples, pulling the budding nub into her mouth. When she had them sticking far out and as hard as my cock, she would bite them with he pearly white teeth.
âOh, yes.â Sarah purred, her fingers running through Erinâs short hair. She kept her eyes closed, so she could fantasize that they were back in better times. I knew this, because I recognized the look of peace on her face. It was the same face sheâd make when we were all still in high school.
After a minute of this, Sarah fell back against the arm of the couch, pulling Erin down with her. Erin kept her head between Sarahâs breasts, while her hand went down to massage Sarahâs pussy. Sarah was still wearing her black skirt, but Erin simply went underneath it to grope her underwear. Sarah often went without panties, but she enjoyed wearing them for special occasions, because she found it fun when her lovers pulled them off, and how they felt against her cunt when they became soaked with cum.
I came around the other side of the couch so as to get a better angle of the action going on. On this side, I got a great view of Erinâs sexy ass sticking up in the air. She was still wearing her pants, but her muscular cheeks could be made out through the material, along with the thong underwear going up her crack. One thing I could never complain about the army was their training uniform. I had many fond memories of training with the many women wearing those loose bottoms and tight tops. I wanted so much to go over and grabbed that ass, run my fingers over that sweet pussy that could be made out right now. But this was the twinâs moment more than my own, and I could wait until they called me over.
âHmm, yes, touch my pussy,â Sarah whispered.
Erin had pulled her face off of Sarahâs breasts in order to look at the dripping pussy beneath her. Her face was split by a beautiful grin, as she became excited from her sisterâs own excitement.
âYou like this? You want me to continue?â She rubbed harder.
âOh yes, I love it.â