This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
Julie watched her daughter-in-law and son closely at breakfast. She had to hand it to them, they didn't act like anything out of the ordinary had happened. Sure, Daniel was quiet as he munched his cereal. And, yes, Penelope was a bit taciturn. But if Julie hadn't seen them rutting like animals with her own eyes, she would never have known.
Brad, George, and Brittney certainly seemed none the wiser. Julie excused herself from the table and went into the kitchen to pour herself another mug of coffee. She listened to George prattle on about bathroom tiles. Brad occasionally offered a remark to let his father know he was listening. Julie tuned them out and watched the steam rise from her cup. It swirled, twisted, and jelled into two clots rhythmically pulsing together.
Oh, Gosh. Julie's hand went to her mouth. She glanced over her shoulder, but no one in the dining room was watching her. The wisps of steam had coalesced and formed two figures in the air above the kitchen counter. They were clearly representative of a man and a woman, and they humped just as Penelope and Daniel had done the night before. Just as Julie, herself, had done with her son. She watched the mating figures undulate, and butterflies flapped in her stomach.
What was wrong with the Andersons? The women who'd sworn to love and protect their men had tossed their vows out like yesterday's recycling. Julie watched the steam hump and hump. She realized that if she was going to prevent Daniel from mating Penelope again, she'd have to give a little and help him with his penis again. The thought sent more butterflies to her tummy, and wetness to her panties. Of course, she wouldn't need to have sex with him again. Oral sex wasn't cheating, and that should be enough to satisfy a horny teenager.
"Mom?" Brittney carried her empty plate into the kitchen.
"Yes?" Julie frantically waved at the steam, erasing the humping figures.
"Can I have a few bucks?" Brittney placed her plate in the sink. "I have a STEM class this afterschool and I'll need to buy a snack."
"Sure, pumpkin." Julie nodded and fetched her purse. She pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to her daughter. "Good?"
Brittney nodded and her elfin features lit up in a smile. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best."
"You're welcome, Britt." Julie smiled back. She needed to get to the Samatar house this morning. If nothing else, she'd protect that sweet innocence written all over Brittney's eighteen-year-old face.
Julie shepherded her children out the door. The twins walked down the long driveway to catch the bus. Brad and Penelope got in their pickup truck to drive back to their house. When they'd gone, Julie returned to the dining room to find George finishing his coffee.
"I'm headed back to the east tower." George smiled up at his wife. "Want to help with some electrical?"
"I ... can't." Julie frowned.
"What's up?" George stood and walked over to his wife.
"I ..." Julie couldn't think of a lie. She wasn't good at duplicity, despite all the secrets she'd been keeping from George recently. "I need to stop by the Samatar's house."
"Can't it wait?" George's smile faded.
"No, it can't." Julie took a deep breath. "I'll be back soon."
"Well, don't give them any money." George gave his wife a pat on the butt and walked past her. He couldn't help notice how round her backside had become. "Find me in the tower when you're back. I could use your help today."
"Yes, dear." Julie turned and watched him go. She felt so torn. George needed her to be his true and faithful wife. Daniel needed her to take care of him as only a mother could. Brittney needed her protection. Brad needed her to save his marriage. And even the house needed her to keep its secrets. She took a deep breath and retrieved her purse and car keys. She'd do her best to give everyone what they needed.
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The pickup truck pulled away from the short driveway. Penelope waved to Brad as he sped off to work. She let herself into their house. Their space was filled with tasteful furniture, framed art prints, and photos of Brad and Penelope. There was a framed picture from their wedding day and another from their honeymoon hanging in the living room. Everything seemed so small and empty.
Penelope shivered as she thought about how stretched and full her pussy had been just hours ago as eighteen-year-old Daniel dumped a huge load inside her. How surreal a thing. Her thighs trembled. Jeez, she was walking around with Daniel's cum in her that very moment. Earlier that morning, she'd brushed her teeth with a womb full of teenage jizz. She'd talked calmly with her husband in their truck driving home. She eaten breakfast, with a pussy full of sperm. Penelope rushed toward her bedroom, shedding her clothes along the way.
Naked on her bed, Penelope's hand found her pussy and she rubbed at her lips and clit. She had about eight hours until Brad returned home. She intended to have many orgasms in that time. All the while thinking about enormous cocks. Thoughts about Daniel's hot load wove around thoughts about the impossibly cold cum Thomas had deposited in her vagina the day before. The boys in that house had used her for their pleasure, and she'd loved it. She'd loved it so much, she'd made a devil's bargain with a phantom. Penelope's large breasts wobbled as she brought herself to the first of many orgasms she intended to give herself that day. She screamed out in the small, empty house. When she came down from the high, her hand went right back to work.
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The Samatar house was about as different from Palmer Mansion as a house could get. A blocky bungalow with no detail or charm, situated in a neighborhood full of such houses. Julie rang the doorbell and waited, her hands clasped in front of her. Her fingers, mindlessly, twisted at the blue fabric of her dress. Julie looked down and noticed a line of salt running just in front of the threshold. The salt ran off to the side of the door, where a it formed a symbol that, to Julie, looked very much like a fire-breathing dragon.
Khadra opened the door. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Anderson." She smiled at the white woman and thought that Julie looked quite worried. "Come in."
"Hello, Khadra." Julie stepped over the threshold and suddenly felt very tired, like the house had drained her energy. "I'd like some help."
"You would?" Khadra nodded her head and adjusted her hijab. "I trust that our wards kept the demons under control?"
"Um ..." Julie needed to sit, she felt so exhausted. "May I?" She found a chair in the living room and sat down.
"Excuse my manners." Khadra nodded. "May I offer you some tea?"
Julie shook her head.
"Well, then." Khadra sat on the couch across from Julie, her knees pressed together under her loose dress. "What can I do for you? I'm afraid my husband is not at home."
"That's okay." Julie leaned her head back on the headrest and looked to the side. She spotted more salt on the windowsills, with more symbols. She saw a snake symbol, and what looked like a porcupine, maybe. The details weren't great in art made of salt.
"Mrs. Anderson?"
"Sorry. I'm so sleepy." Julie's eyes found Khadra again, and she focused on her host. Julie decided that Khadra was quite a beauty, with her smooth brown skin, and pretty smile. "I'd like to get a charm to protect my family."
"That is what we did." Khadra nodded, her smile fading. Her client looked pale. Well, she was always pale, but more so than usual. Pallid, even. "And we're scheduled to come back on Wednesday to check up on the wards. Everything is in order there?"
"Can you please give me something for my children? To protect them. Maybe for them to wear, or put around their neck, or something?" Julie struggled against her fatigue. She wanted nothing more than to lay her head back and take a little nap right there in that strange living room.
"Did something happen, Mrs. Anderson?" Khadra rose from the couch and moved over to her sideboard, careful to keep the housewife in her field of view. She opened a drawer and pulled out several cheesecloth sachets filled with pennyroyal, pure salt, and silver dust.
"I saw a ghost." Julie didn't want to lie anymore, but she couldn't tell this woman the whole perverted truth. "A pregnant woman from the nineteenth century. She fornicated with her son."
"A cursed sin." Khadra walked over to Julie. "The son was also a ghost?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Most troublesome." Khadra handed Julie the sachets. "There are four bags here, one for each family member. Have each person keep the bag on them at all times." Khadra rubbed the poor woman's shoulder. "I am beginning to see what we are dealing with. Maxamed and I will come prepared on Wednesday. We can banish these demons."
"Thank you." Julie put the sachets into her purse and summoned all her effort to stand. "I have to get back to my husband now." She walked on trembling legs to the front door, opened it, and stepped out into the cool morning. Once outside, she felt enlivened and refreshed. She turned and smiled at Khadra, who now held the door.
"We are not wealthy, Mrs. Anderson." Khadra couldn't help but notice Julie's changed demeanor.
"Of course." Julie reached into her purse and retrieved thirty-five dollars, all the money she had on her. "We're a bit short on funds, too. But here, take this." She handed Khadra the money.
"Thank you." Khadra took the money and tucked it away in her long, formless dress. "See you in a couple days."
"Yes, see you." Julie waved and walked back to her car with a spring in her step.
