In a long standing Christmas tradition, Mike and his parents returned every year to Minnesota to spend the holidays with his ‘Maiden’ aunts, Patsy and Sophie, in the large ancestral home. Mike hated the trip even though as a younger boy he had loved the yearly chance to play in the snow.
This year, Mike had made the trip alone. His parents had to travel to New York for an important meeting. His dad was up for promotion to Regional manager and the bosses wanted to meet his wife as well. They would both be under scrutiny to make sure he had what it took. Would she mind the longer hours and travel required of a regional manager? They had enough experience to know if the wife hated her husband being away, eventually the man would hate the job as well. He would need support on the home front, not antagonism. In fact, the timing of the trip, over Christmas, had been deliberate to see if they were willing to make sacrifices for the job.
At the airport, his mother had brushed back tears while making him promise to be good. They would make it to Minnesota for a few days anyway. This would be his first Christmas without his parents. He told his mom he was old enough and to quit worrying. He felt uncomfortable with her blubbering like this is the middle of the airport terminal. His dad shook his hand and said he knew he would be fine.
He lugged his backpack and hurried down the terminal to baggage. As he went down the escalator, he saw his aunts waiting. Of course, they had to smother him as he stepped off the escalator. Once disentangled, he searched for the right baggage carousel. His aunts jabbered away as he barely listened. He felt the penetrating cold every time one of the doors opened, as if the Minnesota winter was trying to leach every calorie of heat out of the world leaving it all ice. When his bag came out, he grabbed it and even though his aunts wanted to help, he told them he had it. The bags weren’t really heavy to him. At seventeen he had plenty of strength from playing three sports. He was a lanky 6’3 though he still only weighed 165. For his past birthday, he had gotten a weight set. He lifted every day. And though he had developed good definition in his arms and shoulders from the weights he hadn’t gained much mass.
His Aunts led him to the covered garage, chattering about how it was too bad his parents would miss the traditional family Christmas party. Mike wasn’t sure that was such a terrible thing. Since he knew the relatives only from this once a year trek to Siberia, he didn’t feel all that attached to the Family Christmas party. The family home was in the older section of St. Paul. The house was a three story Queen Anne with a turret and stick work and rooms galore. As a young boy , Mike had loved wandering among the rooms imagining all sorts of stories about the house; ghosts and spirits, ladies and knights though the chances of finding any knights in Minnesota was probably pretty slim historically, about as slim as finding any ladies.
Once they reached the house, it looked the same to Mike, an old grey edifice, kind of like the aunts. “Come in, come in,” Aunt Patsy said hurrying him inside. She led him to the second floor and to the front bedroom which had a fireplace and a funny rounded alcove created by the turret. “I know this is usually your parent’s room but since they can’t come, you should have it,” Aunt Sophie said.
There was a fire going in the fireplace which gave off a wonderful glow. Mike took off his coat and stood with his back to the fire which warmed him in no time. Aunt Patsy left while saying, “Dinner will be ready soon.” Aunt Sophie hurried out, “I should help. Get comfortable,” she said over her shoulder as she too disappeared.
Mike looked around the room. It would be strange sleeping in his parent’s room, or so he thought of this room. He went to the turret and looked out over the monochrome landscape. Whatever wasn’t covered by snow looked black in the gloomy light, for low clouds obscured the light from the sun creating a crepuscular landscape.
He started unpacking his clothes and putting them in the large mahogany armoire. Soon, he heard an aunt shouting up the stairs, “Dinner’s ready.” He headed down. Dinner was a pot roast with potatoes, brown gravy, and cabbage: good Midwestern fare. It was also wonderful. Mike chowed down. He was trying to gain weight so that he could compete for the tight end position on the football team next season. But his natural metabolism was a nuclear furnace so that no matter how much he ate, it was burned up and he never seemed to gain an ounce. He demolished the pot roast and potatoes. His aunts of course considered it a compliment to their cooking and were happy. They brought out an apple pie and ice cream which Mike attacked with gusto only possible for a teenage boy. He sat back, full and told his aunts, thanks.
They retired early for there wasn’t much light this far north in the winter and darkness came early. Mike settled into his room. He got out of his clothes and put on his PJ bottoms. Being from California he was used to not wearing tops. He turned out the lights and climbed into bed. He heard weird moaning sighs and assumed they were just the noises of an old house. It reminded him of earlier years he had wandered around looking for ghosts in the old house. His cousins all had stories of the ghosts that lived in this house. Now he was disdainful of them, but when he was younger he had believed.
He fell asleep with the fire burning low.
Mike woke slowly as from a dream and he sensed a glowing presence that faded as he opened his eyes. He was instantly aware that he had just had a wet dream. How he hated those… But there was no sticky mess in his pjs. He felt around and sensed the moist leftovers of a dream but there was no mess from an ejaculation in his bottoms. ‘What the heck?’ he wondered. Mike sensed someone in the room and he looked around, but there was nothing and nobody in the room. He shrugged it off to the strange room and fell back asleep even though there was the faint glow of morning coming in the window.
Mike woke a few hours later to sounds coming from downstairs. He bounced out of bed, felt his pjs to make sure they weren’t stuck to him and they weren’t. Breathing a sigh of relief, he grabbed some clothes and quickly dressed. He went downstairs.
Aunt Sophie was fixing breakfast. “Would you like some hotcakes?”
“I’d love some,” he responded.
“Have a seat,” she said turning to the table with a spatula piled high with pancakes. There was a bottle of warm maple syrup on the table and Mike attacked the flapjacks after dousing them with syrup. Aunt Sophie continued cooking pancakes until Mike nearly burst. He’d be hungry again in two hours but for now he was stuffed.
They went into the front room, already decorated for Christmas. It was cheery just being in the room. Mike started looking forward to the party now. There was a knock on the door and Patsy opened it. She turned back to Mike. “Mike, it’s your cousin Amanda. She has her driver’s license now.”
Mike looked over to see a stunning blonde in a big coat coming in, her long hair trailing out over the coat. “Hi,” she said chirpily.
“Hi,” he responded. He remembered Amanda as a gangly almost woman who had been a bit of a pain in the rear, always following him around. He tried not to stare, but she had changed, and how. Her long wavy blonde hair fell almost to her butt, Mike had always been a long hair man.
“I thought maybe you’d like to get out and see the city,” she said.
Mike nodded, “Um, sure. That sounds good.”
Amanda waited a moment then said, “Why don’t you get your coat.”
Mike blushed then ran upstairs and came back with his winter coat, the one bought specifically for Minnesota. “I’m ready,” he said as he bounded down the stairs. The aunts gave each other a look at his enthusiasm to go out into the cold now that Amanda was his guide.
Amanda led him out to her car, a Jetta, of course. Once inside, Amanda started the car to get the heat going. “Do you need to do any shopping?”
Mike started to say no, but he realized he wanted to hang out with Amanda whatever she wanted to do. He nodded, “Yeah.”
“I’ll show you the Mall of America,” Amanda said, excited.
Mike had seen the mall before and frankly, to him, a mall was a mall. He hung around the local mall as did so many of his friends, but that was because there were girls there, not because he liked a mall. Now he had the girl, Amanda, and so saw no reason to hang out at a mall. He would much rather have had Amanda all to himself somewhere else.
Amanda pulled away and off they went. Mike was a bit worried about driving in the snowy conditions. He had never driven on ice or snow and could imagine winding up in the ditch. But Amanda was a careful driver and they arrived at the mall with no incidents. She led him to the amusement area first. Mike’s father had given him a goodly stash of cash, telling his son to offer to pay for things like dinners out. He offered and she accepted a ride on the carousel. The morning whizzed by as they rode rides in the amusement park. Mike was having a blast as Amanda would sit in his lap on some rides, or plaster herself to his side hanging onto his arm, her firm breasts pressed into his side.
They finally broke for lunch, which Mike bought. Gosh, he thought, this was almost like a date except Amanda was his cousin. In the afternoon, Amanda dragged him to various stores as she finished her Christmas shopping. At one store he saw a nice pendent that he thought his mom would like so he bought it. Amanda cooed over it and complimented his taste.
Amanda brought him back in the afternoon and the two cousins plopped down in the front room. “Did you sleep in the front room upstairs?” Amanda asked.
Mike nodded.
“Did you hear or see anything?” she asked leaning forward.
“Maybe I heard the house or wind, but nothing else. Why?” he asked.
“The house is haunted, especially that front bedroom. Everyone knows about it,” she said confidently.
Mike thought about the night before and realized the only thing was the weird wet dream and he sure couldn’t tell Amanda about that. He shook his head, “Nothing.”
Amanda looked disappointed. “Oh.”
Aunt Sophie came in and said, “Amanda, why don’t you stay for dinner. I’ll call your mother and tell her.” And she was back out to the kitchen before the girl could even answer.
Amanda laughed, “I guess I’m staying for dinner.”
The aunts made fried chicken and Mike had to hold himself back since he didn’t want to appear to be a pig in front of Amanda. After dinner, the two teens retired to the TV room and watched the tube. Amanda sat next to Mike on the couch. He was supremely aware of this attractive girl sitting next to him.
The aunts were laughing to each other about the situation. They had watched the prior year when Amanda had thrown herself at her cousin and he had ignored her. This year, Amanda was much more mature and more subtle in her approach, but no less determined and much more effective from the looks of things. Mike was not even watching the TV. All of his attention was on the heat generated where his skin touched hers and on the bulge his aching cock was creating in his jeans. He hoped that Amanda didn’t notice which of course she did but was much more subtle than Mike. He changed the subject. “What about the ghost?” he asked her.
“The story is that there is a ghost, a woman, who haunts that front bedroom. Your parents are the only people who ever sleep there.”
“Why that room?” he asked.
Amanda shrugged, “Nobody knows. Nobody ever died there. She must just want to haunt that room for some reason.”
“You ever seen it?” he asked.
“No. No one in the family has ever seen her, or so the grownups tell the kids,” she said. “But supposedly some visitors have slept there and seen her. One man, an Army buddy that was grandpa’s friend from the war, ran out of the house in the middle of winter stark naked he was so scared. Grandma used to tell the story of how they found him naked and shivering hiding behind the woodpile. More scared than he ever had been of the Germans.”
Amanda left a while later and Mike went off to bed. Aunt Sophie had built up the fire in his room and it blazed red hot heating the room.
Mike dressed in his PJ bottoms and climbed in under the covers. The bed was cold, but quickly heated up. Mike looked around the dark corners of the room, looking for any hint of the paranormal. Of course there was nothing. He finally fell into a light sleep.
Mike woke to a strange feeling. There was something sitting on him. He flung his eyes open to see a naked woman sitting on his hips.
She screamed, “NO!” as he woke up.
“Are you the ghost?” Mike asked feeling a little silly even as he said it.
The beautiful woman slumped forward a little, “What is it about your family?” she asked no one. “First your dad and now you waking up.”
“Who are you?” Mike asked.
“Lilith,” she said as if the words were being dragged from her throat.
“What are you?” he asked her.
He could see her struggle to not answer, but the answer again seemed forced. “I am a succubus,” she said.
“What?”
“A spirit who lives by the sexual energy of humans,” she said.
“Thank you, Michael,” she said as he finished cumming.
“What the hell,” Mike said.
Lilith laughed gaily. “It has nothing to do with Hell. I am a spirit.”
“Did you come last night?” he asked.
She nodded.
“How come I didn’t see you last night?”
I felt you waking up and I faded right before you woke. Tonight, I felt you about to cum and I didn’t want to miss it. I waited too long. Just like with your father,” she said.
“You did this with my father?” he asked incredulously.
The sprite laughed again, “This is my place, Michael. If you men want to come to my territory you will have to pay the tariff, your seed.”
“I don’t believe this.” He said flatly.
Lilith giggled as her pussy squeezed his cock reminding him his belief didn't matter; she had his seed. She told him, “There are more things in heaven and earth, Michael, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
“How come you didn’t disappear tonight?” he asked.
“Because dear boy, when I am corporate and am seen by the person I am with, I can’t disappear again till the morning sun appears. I am a spirit of the night, but being seen locks me into this plane of existence until the night has run its course.”
Mike realized he was still hard and Lilith was milking his cock with her internal muscles. Soon she was slowly moving on him again. Lilith sighed in pleasure, “Like father like son.”
Mike couldn’t believe it. He was getting laid for the very first time and it wasn’t even a real woman. Did this count? One thing though, she sure looked and felt real and God was she hot looking. Mike was fully erect again and his hips started bouncing up trying to match the rhythm Lilith had started.
“Yes, Michael. Give me your seed.” Lilith lay down on him and rolled to the side pulling him over on top of her.
Mike started fucking the sprite who felt so real. She had to be real he reasoned because his fantasies never felt this good. Mike pumped into the girl his ass bouncing in the cool air of the room. He felt every little thing, her thigh against his, his cock dipping into her clasping hot pussy, her hard nipples digging into his chest… Once again, he felt the orgasm approach, the need in his balls to expend their load.
“Yes,” Lilith moaned below him, “Please, give it to me…”
That was all the encouragement Mike needed. He felt his balls pull up close and the power of the spasm as his balls started spewing his seed into Lilith. When he was done, she rolled him to the side and sat up on the bed. She looked rosy and happy. “Thank you Michael.”
He looked up at her the fire roaring in the back. “You’re beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you. I think it counts if that does concern you,” she said.
“Can you read my mind?” he asked worried.
“No not really, but while we were connected I could sense the worry. You were thinking about a girl…” Lilith said.
“My cousin, Amanda,” he answered.
“You wish to have sex with her?”
“She’s my cousin,” Mike said in horror.
“Michael. I have been around for a long time, from Sumer and Babylon, to Greece and Rome. I have lived the history of your people and always, people have married cousins and they have had sex with cousins. It is the most common marriage in your history. If you wish to have sex with your cousin there is nothing wrong.”
“But how?” Mike asked almost rhetorically.
Lilith turned her head to the window. Mike looked and could see the first rays of the morning. He looked back to see Lilith smiling. “I am released.” She faded even as he watched until there was just a fog, a faint glow, as she faded, her voice heavy with sensuality said, “Bring her to me. Bring her here.” Then there was nothing.
Mike fell back against the bed. Was this real? Had it just been a wild dream? The faint pleasant ache in his loins told him that it wasn’t a dream. He fell asleep watching the fire.
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