Author: Sailbad
Title: Storm Bringer 
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: A phantom creature haunts the nights of women who live in this 
lonely, prairie home. From beyond our dimension a monster reaches to sex 
up lone females to the point of exhaustion. 
Keywords: beast, voy, mastrb, non-anthro 

Storm Bringer
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

The strangest things on Earth are not always legends from faraway lands 
or new discoveries from unexplored corners.  The unbelievable can be 
found in the most ordinary of places, as unambiguous as our own back 
yards.  They can range from the mere uncommon to the unimaginable, 
sublime to terrifying, and all of them secrets waiting to be found.  

Somewhere amidst the rolling ocean of Kansas wheat there stood a modest 
two-story farmhouse.  A lonely building not at all unlike others in the 
area built in the mid-nineteenth century, but this house had a strange 
aura about it.  Alluring to some but repulsive to most, the forlorn 
house seemed to hold a haunting secret connected to its surroundings, 
centuries old and maddeningly out of place.

The old farmhouse was a Spartan, clapboard sided building with few 
windows.  Not graced with the charm of nineteenth century American 
gothic, it presented itself as little more than an abode for poor 
people of the land.  It might have been swallowed in the immensity of 
the great prairie if not for sitting in between, along with its 
assorted outbuildings, three large hills at the end of its narrow, 
gravel lane.  Cloistered in its hollow, five cottonwood trees grew in a 
tight cluster around the house.  Unnaturally large, they seemed to 
stand guard over house against the sprawling nakedness of the plain and 
at the same time to draw life from the antiquated structure as if it 
emanated an unexplainable sustenance.

The house itself had for many years belonged to an old farmer’s widow 
who leased the surrounding land for her income.  Not much was known 
about the old lady but that she shunned visitors, fiercely guarded her 
solitude and kept entirely to herself.  Many said the old woman was 
crazy, others said she was a witch and had haunted the place with dark 
spirits.  Children brave enough to venture over the hills on dark 
summer nights traded stories about shrieks or insane laughter and 
violent dark clouds that spun and danced over the hollow on stormy 
nights.  All manner of spooky tales and accounts were attributed to her 
and the house both before and after her death.  When she was found by 
the grocer’s delivery boy, lying naked on her bed in an upstairs room 
with the sheets torn and clutched tight in her fists, the speculation 
soared.

For many years the house sat empty but eventually passed to a bachelor 
farmer who never reported anything unusual about the place.  He lived 
there peacefully and prosperously for years.  He was a friendly sort of 
fellow and welcomed his neighbors warmly.  People visited regularly and 
gradually the locals lost their fear of the old place.  Within two 
generations, the stories were completely forgotten and the old legends 
died.

------

Kelly woke that morning to pleasant relief.  In the early morning hours 
a tremendous thunderstorm had rolled in.  It washed the parched earth 
clean and brought down a coolness that bathed the morning air.  Kelly 
lay still under her sheets and lazily waited for the last remnant of 
drowsiness to wear itself away.  She hated being the first one up in 
the morning and listened for the telltale clatter of her aunt or cousin 
in the downstairs kitchen before she went down to greet the day.

She was spending the summer at her Aunt Helen’s house in the country, 
along with her daughter and Kelly’s favorite cousin, Lisa.  This had 
always been her favorite part of summer vacation: three weeks of 
swimming, riding horses, and fun.  Her aunt was the older sister of 
Kelly's mother, and worked as a color and graphics writer for a far 
away ad agency; (her mother had always said that Helen was the brains 
in the family) and her talent afforded her the luxury to live where 
ever she wanted.  Helen’s husband had been killed by a mugger when Lisa 
was 16 and she moved them to the open prairie to get away from the 
dangers of city life. 

Kelly bounced out of bed and went rummaging through her clothes to find 
something appropriate to put on.  She could not go downstairs with her 
boobs hanging out.  She found a comfortable t-shirt and pulled it over 
her head and she plodded to the door.  Luckily, the bathroom was still 
free and she dove in for a quick pee.  She sat on the toilet and mused 
about the day’s potentialities for a while and then rose to splash some 
water on her face and dry off before joining everybody in the kitchen.

As she bounded down the stairs she caught the faint smell of cinnamon 
and knew her aunt must have baked rolls for breakfast.  She could 
hardly wait.  Turning the corner into the kitchen she found her cousin 
Lisa sitting at the table, lightly perusing the morning paper.

“Well look who fell out of bed.  It’s that kid from the city who can’t 
ride horses,” said Lisa in her usual morning humor.

“Oh, shut up,” Kelly scolded.  She pecked Lisa on the top of the head 
and slid around behind her to take a seat at the table.

Plopping down in a chair, she ventured an inquiry to what was foremost 
on her mind.  “Where are the cinnamon rolls,” she eagerly asked?

“Www...  Cinnamon,” came her cousin’s reply?  She looked up from her 
paper and glanced toward her mother’s room.

“The cinnamon rolls your mom just baked.”

“Uh, Mom’s still in bed,” Lisa retorted.  “What cinnamon rolls?”

“I smelled cinnamon rolls when I came downstairs.  Did you hog the 
cinnamon rolls?”  She playfully swatted Lisa’s arm.

“I’m tellin’ ya, there’re no rolls.  Of course, if you wanna make some, 
I won’t stop ya.”

“That’s just weird, I smelled cinnamon,”  Kelly said.  She could have 
sworn she smelled them and was worked up about the idea of her Aunt 
Helen’s homemade rolls fresh out of the oven.  “So why’s your mom still 
sleeping,” she plied as she swiped a section of the paper Lisa was 
reading.

“’ don’t know,” Lisa responded distractedly.  “Sometimes... she works 
late.  Yeah, she works late.  She’ll probably sleep most the morning.”

The room went quiet as the two young ladies scanned through the morning 
news.  “’ you wanna go riding again today,” Kelly lazily probed?  The 
true beauty of Summer vacation was not pressing to any great hurry or 
tight schedule of activities.  She nudged her cousin under the table 
with her foot.

“Nmmm, too muddy,” came Lisa’s response as she read.  “Why don’t we 
take Mom’s car and go into town?  There’re some cute guys I want to 
look up.”

“How cute?”

“If you left your bra at home, you wouldn’t regret it,” she winked at 
Kelly and Kelly’s face lit up at the thought of fresh game. 

Kelly never understood why her sophisticated Aunt Helen would want to 
leave the city.  It seemed to Kelly that an intelligent, energetic 
woman like her aunt would wither away to nothing in this vacant 
prairie.  But she had not; in fact, if anything, she had grown more 
vibrant and aware.  What ever.  Kelly figured that it was not her 
problem; they lived well out here on the plains, and everyone seemed 
happy enough.  Kelly was 18, and would be a freshman in college when 
she returned home in the fall.  Lisa was a year older, and would be 
heading back to her school shortly; the three weeks of their annual 
summer vacation together would probably be the last time they would get 
to see each other until next summer.  

They were not the little girls that played together in the sandbox 
anymore, Kelly had come to realize.  They were now big girls with all 
the burgeoning sexuality that came with it.  Their lives were changing, 
she was growing increasingly excited at the thought of new challenges 
and new opportunities, even though the idea of facing them frightened 
her.  She was an active girl and had played on the volleyball team for 
years.  She had cut back a bit recently, though.  Her figure had 
changed; her sinewy frame had filled out into a quite pleasing woman-
shape and the bouncing and jarring hurt her now ample sized breasts 
unless she took the precaution of tying the rogues down.  She switched 
to swimming which gave her a thorough workout without the abusive 
physics.  People could tell she was going to be taller and prettier 
than either her mother or her Aunt Helen.  She got her robust build, 
thick red hair and deep blue eyes from her father and people were weary 
of a feisty temper to go with her physical traits but she really had 
none.  Not to say she was not passionate; she was well tempered.  Kelly 
always chose to wear her hair long.  It was curly and she did her best 
to keep it from going frizzy.  Lisa pried her to cut it and assume the 
freedom and practicality of a short and sassy look but Kelly firmly 
declined each time; she had long ago decided that she was more old-
fashioned and preferred her classic look.  She was not blind, more than 
once she had caught town boys from Lisa's circle of friends nearby 
sizing up her long slim physique, her generous and shapely breasts, and 
her uncomplicated beauty; she had seen the looks on their faces before 
they turned away in embarrassed haste, when they realized they had been 
caught staring.  But, they were only boys, and while they were eager 
and friendly enough, she simply was not interested. 

Lisa, Kelly’s cousin, was shorter by several inches.  She was of 
smaller build but by no means frail.  She had a tight, muscular body 
that showed the benefit of her many years of gymnastics.  She was 
pixie-ish cute with fine facial features and wore her blonde hair short 
and stylish.  She seemed to suffer from a perpetual "Country-Girls' 
Syndrome": stuck on a farm way out in the hinterland with only a small 
town nearby, she amused herself by adopting the styles and manners she 
picked up from magazines and TV.  She spent most of her free time 
riding horses (for fun) and reading the thick volumes from the shelves 
of her mother's personal library (she was determined to be more than 
just some farmer's wife); she reveled in her supple, athletic body (and 
the effects it produced on the boys and male faculty at her school).  
She was anything but fragile; the boy who forgot that was in for a 
surprise (and a black eye).  Her breasts were smaller than Kelly's but 
still proud, firm peaks (she never wore a bra), and Kelly had caught 
her sneaking envious comparing glances on more than one occasion.  
Though their bodies and minds had changed and grown, they were still 
best friends and they would still enjoy their summer together as they 
always had.  This was also shaping up to be the hottest and dampest 
summer they could remember, and they spent a lot of time riding their 
horses down to the lake to cool off (much to the delight of every 
teenage boy in three counties).  The long days stretched on before them 
into the promise of a fun and relaxing vacation. 

The two rode into town and had their fun at teasing the local male 
population while taking in all the sights rural Kansas could provide.  
It was a time for the two girls to exercise their life long friendship 
and reflect on the changes life and nature had made on them over time.  
After their fun in town they strayed back to the farmhouse to find 
Kelly’s aunt Helen awake and glowing with a peaceful joy that seemed to 
match the fresh summer air.

------

It had turned especially hot in the week that followed, and today had 
been the worst, nightfall had done nothing to bring relief.  The bright 
full moon floated in a mostly cloudless sky, illuminating everything in 
high contrast; whatever was not lit up in its flat silvery glow was the 
purest black.  A symphony of crickets sang out in the yard, and the 
frogs down in the cow-pond were backing them up in force.  

In the still darkness Kelly felt the sweat collect on her skin.  Beads 
gathered and trickled down her skin to soak in the crisp, white bed 
linen.  Her every move caused the sheets to stick to her, combining the 
discomfort of the heat with a frustrating entanglement to her bed.  She 
wished her aunt had put air-conditioning through to the upstairs rooms 
or at least a ceiling fan.  Like every other night, she had opened both 
windows in hopes of catching any kind of breeze in the stifling Kansas 
air that seemed to press down upon her from all sides.  The sweat on 
her skin gathered into droplets and the droplets into rivulets than ran 
slowly over her flesh.  Down her arms, around her neck and slowly 
between the valley of her breasts they teased as they sought their 
paths to the wet sheets about her.  When the stagnant oppression became 
too much for her she tossed off the confining sheets and sat up.  She 
gathered her chemise in her and pulled the soaked garment up her body 
and over her head.  It clung to her ample boobs which bounced free and 
jiggled on her chest.  Tossing the damp attire into the hamper in the 
corner, she arched back, stretching her skin taught and let darkness 
kiss her tormented flesh.  A small thrill shivered down her spine as 
her newly-exposed tits bobbed freely in the night air.  Laying back 
down on the bed she blew on herself to experience the brief chill 
spilling over her naked body.  Goose bumps rose on her skin and she 
shivered against the short relief.  She push the clinging locks of hair 
from her neck and over her pillow and her limbs searched for a cool 
place to lie.  She tried once again to focus her mind on sleep. 

She was thirsty.  A quick jaunt downstairs for a glass of water might 
stay her restlessness.  If nothing else, air moving over her damp skin 
would soothe her irritation.  Clad only in her skimpy, diaphanous white 
cotton panties, she rolled out of bed and padded quietly to the closed 
bedroom door.  The soaked material clung to the round globes of her 
butt cheeks which caused the crotch panel to tug teasingly at her pussy 
as she walked.  The delightful sensation tugged on her awareness and 
before she reached the door the friction against her sensitive mound 
awoke erotic urges within her adventurous mind.  The feeling of her 
breasts swaying unhindered in the open air only added to the urge.  The 
notion of getting herself off enflamed her mind.  And what better way 
to fall asleep than after a couple of really big climaxes?  As she 
placed a hand on the door knob she cupped the other over her mound and 
pressed against it.  Yes, the response greeted her with a surge of 
pleasure that promised more.  She was no newcomer to the subtle art of 
masturbation and she knew well what she could evoke upon her blossoming 
body with her skillful touch.  Her body had grown so wonderfully 
sensitive in all the right places and her ability to pleasure herself 
would have her swooning back into dreamland in no time.  She rubbed 
harder for several seconds, relishing the waves of pleasure as she slid 
her middle finger back and forth along her cleft through the cotton, 
and then forced herself to stop.  She opened the door slowly and eased 
out into the hall, listening intently. 

The floorboards creaked as she tiptoed down the hallway to the stairs.  
The air brushing lightly over her moist skin refreshed her senses and 
she felt her nipples harden.  The wanton act of creeping nude through 
the house added to her piqued lust.  She stepped daintily down the 
stairs, her breasts bounced and swayed freely before her and she made 
her way quietly to the kitchen.  As she passed by the window, the 
moonlight contrasted the pitch blackness of the room.  She was startled 
by movement and glancing out the window she caught the shadow of 
gathering clouds dance over the lonely hills.  Maybe, cooling relief 
was on the way.  The light of a digital clock over the stove cast the 
kitchen in an eerie blue pallor that chilled her mood and put her on 
edge.  A shiver of fright went through her and her skin flushed in a 
wave sweat through her pores, a rush of dizziness seized her.  The time 
read 01:15, still enough time to get in a good night’s sleep. 

Kelly placed a hand on the kitchen table to steady herself and leaning 
against it she felt her way toward the refrigerator humming resolutely 
in the corner.  From the cupboard by the corner her hand found a glass 
and drew it out.  Still a little woozy, she leaned against the counter 
for support and held the glass beneath the faucet as she turned on the 
cold water she knew would be nowhere near cold enough.  She opened the 
freezer door to get a couple of ice cubes and gave a small gasp as the 
frigid air poured over her, causing her skin to break out in goose 
bumps again.  She closed her eyes, spread her knees and stood on her 
tiptoes, head thrown back, letting the icy draft bathe her in relief.  
She threw back her head and shook her hair loose from her shoulders, 
letting the cold pour over her breasts and down her belly, and between 
her creamy thighs.  She grabbed a hand full of cubes and dropped them 
into her glass.  While she let her water cool, she took another cube 
from the tray before closing the door.  She brought the solitary cube 
to her lips and traced their outlines with it.  As it melted, drops of 
cold water dribbled down her neck and between her tits.  She followed 
the drops with the cube, tracing their path down her throat and 
stopping at her breasts.  She cupped one heavy orb in her other hand 
and then slowly dragged the ice over to her nipple.  Round and round 
she went until nipple ached with its stiffness.  She moaned.  

Kelly now needed relief from something else entirely.  Tossing the ice 
cube into the sink,  she picked up her glass of ice cold water and 
gulped it down.  She drank a second glass more quickly, then lightly 
splashed her face and neck to wash away the sweat, letting the water 
trickle down between her breasts and spill down to her panties.  
Suddenly she became aware of a strong smell of cinnamon in the air, 
just like the other morning.  She did not let it concern her too much, 
it was not an unusual smell for a kitchen.  She placed the glass in the 
sink and braved the dark passage back up the stairs to the guest room.  

Half way up the stairs she noticed that cinnamon scent was getting 
heavier.  It was when she crept past the partially opened door to 
Lisa’s room, with the smell its thickest, she first heard the a slight 
but steady creak of bed springs and amidst them Lisa’s soft moan.  She 
caught herself and remained still to confirm it.  It was definitely the 
creak of a bed and with it the soft sigh of a young woman in the throes 
of pleasure.  The thought of what it meant made Kelly’s heart leap in 
excitement.  She froze in her steps, eagerly listening for more, her 
mind pouring over what lurid pleasures her cousin might be treating 
herself to just on the other side of that door.  Was she having a 
really good dream?  Was she indulging in the same self-gratification 
Kelly herself was about to engage in?  Did she sneak a young lover into 
the house?  The creaking of the bed became more pronounced and Lisa’s 
obviously enraptured moans rose to accompany it.  Kelly was amazed that 
her aunt could not hear from her room downstairs Lisa’s chorus of 
barely-suppressed gasps, sighs, and whimpers even though Lisa was 
consciously struggling to keep herself as quiet as possible.  Kelly 
determined that her cousin had not heard her trip downstairs; in fact, 
she sounded so far lost in her joy that she probably was not aware of 
much of anything.  There was no mistaking; Lisa was getting something 
good and Kelly’s curiosity or perhaps her longing to be part of it 
lured her closer.  An image formed in her mind of her trendy cousin 
diddling herself or maybe in the arms of a young stud; she had to know; 
she had to see; whatever it was, she needed to be part of it. 

Shaking off apprehension and her better judgment, she crept closer to 
the door, trying not to make the squeaking floor betray her presence.  
With her head turned aside and her ear pressed to the open crack she 
listened to catch every creak of the bed, every rustle of sheets as 
Lisa labored toward her bliss.  The closer she got to the enraptured 
struggle the greater the lust grew in both her heart and her loins; 
arousal consumed her.  She was drawn to the center of lust’s calling.  
She wanted to be part of this wanton dance of delight and Lisa was its 
core.  She wanted to touch Lisa, be part of what Lisa was feeling, 
mount her rising excitement and cum with her.  Kelly was now committed 
to join whatever was taking place in Lisa’s room.  She only hoped her 
intrusion could be forgiven well enough for her to gain acceptance.  
She prepared herself, ran her hands through her hair, moistened her 
lips and pressed herself against the door.  Her breathing was coming in 
quick pants, a matching tempo to Lisa’s own.  As the door opened, Kelly 
thrust her head into the gap and her senses were immediately immersed 
in what was before only a bare notion.  The smell of cinnamon was 
thick.  The sounds of sex were strident and all about her.  Luckily for 
Kelly, the door did not creak.  Not that anyone in the room would have 
noticed.  The symphony of sexual engagement that surrounded Kelly was 
such that she doubted the participants could have heard her let alone 
been distracted.  Kelly was no virgin and she had indulged in enough 
debauchery to know that Lisa was in too deep to care.  With the door 
opened, she stepped into the room but with the door between her and 
Lisa’s bed she could not see what was going on. 

At that moment, Lisa gave a particularly deep and very telling groan.  
Kelly quickly realized it was loud enough to be heard downstairs.  She 
gave a quick glance down the hallway to make sure it was not already 
too late and then gently eased the door closed without a sound. 

When she turned back she was overwhelmed by the sight before her.  To 
Kelly’s amazement, Lisa was alone.  She lay on her back in the center 
of her bed with her filmy, satin nightgown pulled up into a bunch just 
above her breasts.  The faint moonlight glistened in the perspiration 
on her skin and outlined her form in the darkness.  Her slender hands 
clutched at the sheets on the bed and her heels were dug into the 
mattress.  Her body was in a large arch with her nude hips thrust 
upward to the ceiling.  Kelly could discern from the rigid tension of 
her muscles beneath the otherwise softness of her form that she was 
straining against the throes of delight.  Her head was back, eyes 
closed, mouth open and lips stretched tight against her white teeth.  
Her chest heaved from her urgent panting and her perky breasts and 
notably hard nipples pointed skyward.  Her golden hair was soaked in 
sweat and swung about her face as she shook her head from side to side.  
From where Kelly stood the smell of cinnamon was overpowering and she 
reasoned it must be some kind of body oil or lotion that Lisa used as 
an accompaniment to her self-gratification.  Now it became obvious to 
her that Lisa was getting herself off.  She could now make out the 
cause of Lisa’s affliction, a pillow that she had wadded up between her 
thighs and was grinding against it with the thrusts of her hips.  
Lisa’s hips twisted and pumped seductively in the air like some lewd 
belly dance as she sought her relief against the cushion.  Kelly could 
make out the wetly erotic sounds of Lisa’s efforts and she felt chills 
of sexual excitement churn through her.  As she watched she felt her 
self restraint slip away and she longed to join in her cousin’s joy.  
Meanwhile, Lisa’s passion rose to a new level and she began voicing it 
in an endless stream of moans, sighs, and obscenities.  

Kelly never knew her subdued, refined cousin to swear, yet now she was 
breathlessly whispering "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." 
like the mantra of a wild whore.  Out of respect for the dark ferocity 
seizing Lisa, she tucked herself back against the wall, beside the 
nightstand, out of sight 

Kelly watched her blonde cousin’s torso heave and her firm titties 
jiggle as she pumped and worked the pillow between her legs.  Lisa 
threw her head from side to side, biting her lip and grunting as a 
powerful climax, one of a long succession, racked her small, athletic 
frame. Her body shook and convulsed as her orgasm ran its course and 
not one beat did  she miss in humping her hips into the cushion clamped 
between her thighs.  The raw lust of watching so intense and yet so 
intimate pleasure washed over Kelly.  She found it hard to believe her 
sophisticated cousin could surrender herself to such abandon, it was a 
side to Lisa she had never known.  Kelly slowly lowered herself to her 
knees.  She longed to be part of the spectacle and feel what Lisa was 
feeling.  It looked to Kelly as though Lisa would not be ending her 
romp anytime soon, it gave her plenty of opportunity to meld into her 
cousin’s scene.  Lisa was oblivious to Kelly's presence; her senses had 
been reduced to the wonderful space between her legs and the need to 
please it.  

Kelly watched Lisa writhe on her bed and listened to the rising urgency 
in her whimpers and coos.  The two near naked girls were gasping in 
unison now; Kelly’s round, firm breasts rose and fell on her heaving 
chest, nipples swollen and begging for attention.  As she fell into the 
lust of the moment her heart pounded with the thrill in the sexually 
charged atmosphere, her pussy pulsed in the same rhythm.  

Kelly felt light-headed and from the rush of watching Lisa’s rapture 
play before her.  Lisa was now grunting as she worked against the 
pillow.  Her hips were bucking and grinding in an almost violent and 
lewdly suggestive manner.  It looked to Kelly that if a man were 
sexually engaged with her, he would be getting the fuck of his life.  
Kelly trembled as an endless series of electric pulses traced their way 
up and down her spine and along her neck behind her ears, her head 
growing light from the quickening beat in her panties.  Once soaked 
with sweat, they were now damp with her musk; she rubbed her thighs 
together to feel the sensation of pussy lips rolling her clit back and 
forth.  She could no longer resist her urge to join in Lisa’s delight.  
Almost unconsciously, her left hand traced its way up her wet torso to 
cup her heavy breast.  She weighed it, squeezed it and kneaded it as 
would a passion-crazed lover.  She pinched the nipple between her fore-
finger and thumb and felt the reception of pleasure through her body.  
Simultaneously, her right hand seized the front of her panties and 
pulled the fabric taught over her mound.  The material dug into her 
cleft and drug against her excited nub.  She looked over to watch 
Lisa’s sublimation with heavy eyes, her breath tearing through her 
throat.  She glowed with the rosy flush of her lust and she was poised 
on the brink of orgasm.

Just then, the pillow wedged against Lisa’s crotch moved.  In her 
highly agitated state of mind Kelly barely noticed it or its meaning.  
She attributed the motion as the result of Lisa’s humping.  None the 
less, it moved again and changed its shape, all without Lisa’s touch.  
Like a picture out of place, Kelly finally grasped that whatever was 
pressed against her cousin’s pussy was moving, undulating, throbbing 
out and in like a billows.  With every pulse outward it was growing 
bigger, swelling.  At that point Lisa released the sheets clenched in 
her fists and gently lowered her butt down to the mattress.  She thrust 
her hands beneath her and cupped her ass cheeks before pushing her hips 
upward against the swelling object.  Supported on her elbows, she 
spread her thighs wide and threw her feet over the sides of the bed.  
The shape, which was now apparently affixed to her pussy by its own 
capacity, began to hunch at Lisa’s pelvis in a pace that was matched by 
the heaving of the young blonde’s chest.  Lisa assisted the amorphous 
object’s effort with a rolling of her hips in a counter-rhythm to its 
hump.  The thing clung to her sex through her every move though by what 
means could not be seen.  A thick, wet slurping and slopping sound rent 
the air as it pumped against her and Lisa began to laugh sporadically, 
deliriously as though at last capturing some maddening secret.  The 
steady rocking of her hips were being disturbed by shudders that ran 
the length of her lithe body.

"Now, ... now... Do It... DO IT NOW!!!" she hissed from between gritted 
teeth. 

Kelly froze in shock when she first realized the full nature of what 
she was witnessing.  With a breast still in one hand and the other 
still clutching at her snatch, Kelly’s arousal evaporated.  With her 
mouth hung open and her eyes wide in disbelief she knelt as her mind 
tried to rationalize what she saw.  Lisa squealed shrilly as was heard 
a wet smacking sound.  The front half of the bulging mass at Lisa’s 
pussy began to open up like the petals of a flower.  As the pedals 
flung outward they sprayed in all directions a thick, crimson, 
cinnamon-scented fluid all about the room.  Droplets splattered on 
Kelly and tingled her skin where ever they touched.  A thick stream of 
the stuff gushed out from the wispy curls of Lisa’s cunt and ran slowly 
up her belly and between her breasts.  The tendrils radiating from the 
central mass stretched outward and lengthened.  They then flexed 
inward, toward Lisa’s crotch from all directions.  They reached under 
her butt, around her thighs, over her hips and belly until they looked 
like a large, many-fingered hand held Lisa by her sex.  The tendrils 
flattened out over her skin to secure their grip on her and Lisa let go 
of her ass to hang in the bulb’s clutches.  They cradled her ass and 
lifted her pelvis even higher off the bed, forcing her back to arch 
fiercely, her shoulders pressed deeply into the mattress and her face 
buried against her heaving chest.  She let her arms drop to the bed and 
her legs hang limply over the sides and helplessly surrendered to it

As the thing rose with Lisa in its firm grasp, Kelly got her first 
glimpse at the yet unseen portion of the creature and realized it was 
much more than the bulging blob affixed to her cousin’s crotch.  The 
flowering mass was supported by a thick stalk that protruded from the 
opposite side of the mass from Lisa’s cunt.  This serpentine limb stood 
on the creaking mattress between Lisa’s legs and extended over the foot 
of the bed and onto the floor.  From the darkness beyond the bed the 
muscular, pulsing tentacle reared over the bed like a cobra ready to 
strike and in its mouth hung Lisa’s helpless, ravaged form; awaiting 
the beast’s use of her.  From all sides the tendrils wrapped about 
Lisa’s pelvis and thighs writhed and slithered for better purchase; 
tightening and relaxing in unison; positioning and preparing their 
victim for its next act.  Each contraction of the center mass was now 
causing Lisa’s belly to swell in time.  With each swell Lisa grunted 
lasciviously in response.  Each succeeding expansion of the thing’s 
head, Lisa shuddered and twitched uncontrollably as she sucked in her 
breath.  Kelly watched Lisa’s face.  She saw her cousin posed in 
subjugated anticipation of what this thing was about to perform upon 
her.  Her mind seemed drawn in upon itself, awaiting some kind of 
carnal deliverance.

Kelly felt her lust reawaken as she realized beyond the horror of what 
stood before her, her cousin was getting fucked.  It was apparent now 
that with each contraction of the tentacle beast’s bulbous head, some 
organ was thrust deep into Lisa’s pussy.  The cock or whatever it used 
was drawn back out with every ensuing expansion of the head.  There was 
no denying in Lisa’s reaction that she was getting nothing short of the 
ride of her life.  Kelly could only imagine what the thing was treating 
her to beneath all those clinging tendrils and the tremendous exertion 
the thing made.  She could tell Lisa skirted the edge of yet another 
tremendous orgasm with the obscenely laboring creature driving her on.  
Kelly's head spun as she gulped the thick, sweet-smelling air.  She 
trembled uncontrollably in the grip of her own horniness.  She watched 
the monster straining and drooling as it plied its prominence into 
Lisa’s cunt.  Its flat tendrils tugged hard on her skin, holding her 
tightly to its task.  Lisa welcomed and encouraged it, cooing and 
purring as her head rolled from side to side, her jiggling nipples 
dancing about on her chest.  A ceaseless series of wet gobbling and 
slurping noises rose from around the tender blonde’s crotch as the 
thing worked her pussy.  Startling new sounds, deep, low growling 
grunts came from the darkness beyond the bed accompanied the beast’s 
efforts.  Small spurts of pinkish goo began to squirt out from between 
the greedily clinging tendrils with each contraction of the snake-
beast’s bulging head, splattering out in all directions about the bed.  
Lisa, the bed, and the floor around it were now soaked in the 
creature’s spicy-scented secretions.  Streams of the thick essence ran 
in rivulets down her body and the two appeared to be as one, slime-
coated, writhing entity.  She flailed weakly in a sticky pink puddle; 
she was trying to summon breath to scream, but the pulses were coming 
too quickly now, and she could only grunt and jerk helplessly with each 
hammer-blow. 

The scene filled Kelly’s mind.  Watching the beast savagely claim and 
pleasure her sweet cousin filled her with reckless desire and she 
wished it were her at the end of that hideous tail.  She remembered her 
own forsaken body and the hand cupping her breast squeezed it hard.  
Her other hand dug into her moistened nest.  Her hand seized the damp 
material of her panties and tore at it, ripping open from her leg.  
Pulling it aside, her fingers delved into her swollen pussy.  Two 
fingers sank deep up inside her while her thumb rolled back and forth 
over her clit.  With her arousal already at a near fever pitch her cunt 
hungered for the attention.  Waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure washed 
through her body; her mind was close to the brink of absolute release.  
Her hands worked a well rehearsed routine orchestrating her pleasure, 
teasing it, prolonging it, nursing the orgasm to the moment she chose.   
She knelt before the sexually engrossed pair with her entire body tense 
and trembling.  Her legs were weak from the strain but she kept herself 
up, unwilling to break from this scene.  None of her previous sexual 
experiences compared to the erotic build-up of this encounter.  Her 
nostrils flared, her chest heaved, her pulse roared in her ears and the 
sweat drenched her skin.  Her hands jerked and twitched in the fury she 
mercilessly unleashed upon herself.  She was so close to the most epic 
of climaxes in her young life but she held back, waiting for the 
creature’s release.  

Kelly’s head grew light and spasms tore at her overloaded nerves as the 
inevitability of her orgasm became more than she could control.  She 
watched Lisa’s rapture flower into ever more urgent thrashings, 
betraying her own crisis.  

With a high, keening wail and violent shudder, the unendurable pleasure 
of whatever the creature was exacting upon her burst through the pretty 
blonde.  Every muscle in her toned body tensed and an expression akin 
to vindictive triumph washed over her face.  The rest was purely 
physical as her whole body shuddered uncontrollably in a nerve system 
overloaded.  Her hips jerked upward spasmodically as if she were 
lunging them upward to meet a lover’s thrusts.  Her toes curled and dug 
into the sides of the mattress; her hands contorted, clenched and 
unclenched; milking at some unseen protuberance.  Violent as her 
struggling was, her body still hung in her snake-like ravager’s firm 
grasp, at its mercy.  Lisa was consumed in orgasm and resigned to her 
delivery.

As though triggered by the internal physical reactions of Lisa’s climax 
the creature reached the pinnacle of its copulatory deed.  The bloated 
head of the beast grew larger with each pulse; now big as a watermelon, 
its glossy, pebbly skin stretched tight, the whole thing from heaving 
head to the long tentacle extending into the darkness was coated in a 
stinking oily sweat.  It grunted with its coital labors, louder and 
more urgent with each lunge.  The bulbous head was shaking Lisa's 
primed and ready body like a ragdoll; its pulses gathered speed as it 
rushed towards it own peak.  The pitch of its grunting climbed along 
with the increasing pace of its contractions, an urgent pleading whine 
for release.  It froze tensely, remaining absolutely still even through 
Lisa’s quivering.  The tendrils clasped around her pulled tight as the 
head compressed, thrusting its member deep into her core and then held 
it.  Kelly then heard a low gurgling sound from deep within Lisa’s 
lower abdomen.  Conjugal completion, she figured.  Procreation or just 
recreation, it had to be gushing its seed within its chosen mate.  The 
unseen inseminator of the thing that drooled, hammered, sucked, and 
twisted at Lisa’s pussy had found its reward.  From some deep recess of 
her mind’s detachment, Lisa cooed her pleasure at the gift.  The petal-
like fingers clutching at Lisa released their hold ever so slightly and 
the head expanded out again, signaling a quick withdrawal.  The brief 
release caused a sweet cinnamon discharge from around gaps between the 
tendrils.  They streamed over Lisa, splattered on Kelly, and sprayed 
all around the room.  It was only to repurchase its grip before driving 
into her again.  The tendrils slapped tight bout Lisa’s hips and ass 
again as the head thrust it’s impregnator into her for re-engagement.  
Another gurgling discharge followed by another lilting moan from Lisa.   
The thrust and ejaculation repeated over and over, each time weaker 
than the last, pumping its pink alien semen into her pussy to 
overflowing.  It was much more than her body could ever contain, and 
torrents squirted out from between the squirming tendrils and washed 
over Lisa’s body and bed and spilling out onto the floor, which was 
already flooded in a deep slick of monstrous goo.  

This was Kelly’s moment too.  Coated from head to toe in the creature’s 
fragrant issue, her skin burned and tingled where ever the pink semen 
touched.  The slick, sticky substance had lubricated her busy hands and 
she had worked it into her breasts, her clit and deep into her cunt.  
No self restraint could hold back her cumming at that point.  In fact, 
her hands quit moving entirely and she drifted into her climax purely 
from the mental stimulation of the scene she had just witnessed.  The 
orgasm that had been building in her for so long from sheer lust and 
excitement slammed through her.  An electric pulse emanating from her 
pussy shot through her and then reverberated back again washing her 
body with pleasure that was almost excruciating in its intensity.  She 
dropped her hands to her knees for support as her muscles shuddered 
from the onslaught and then went weak from the strain.  Her vision went 
black and she almost swooned from the dizziness.  She crumpled against 
the side of Lisa’s bed, her head lying in a pool of the creature’s 
thick, pink cum.  Spasm after spasm the thunderous orgasm continued to 
rack her senses and cripple her body with ecstatic joy.  

When at last her climax had relented, Kelly just stared absently at the 
monster attached to her cousin’s body.  Her mouth tingled from the 
strange taste of the pink semen which was everywhere.  Her head lay in 
a puddle of it, her hair was matted with it, it dripped from her chin, 
her breasts, and her elbows.  She watched the noticeably shrunken and 
shriveled head of the beast still clung to its prey.  Lisa, unconscious 
now, still hung from its plundering maw.  Visibly drained from its 
ordeal, the creature slowly, almost tenderly lowered Lisa’s pelvis to 
the slime-covered mattress in a shaky, halting manner.  Once Lisa’s 
weight was fully supported by the bed, the tendrils began to unwrap 
themselves from her hips, thighs, and ass.  Sliding off from her skin 
they pulled back into bunches radiating around the head.  Eager to see 
for the first time what it had been treating her cousin to, Kelly 
lifted her head and leaned in to look over Lisa’s hip.  The creature 
began to pull back and as the gap opened between it and Lisa’s abused 
sex she could see what had been hidden from view.  From the center of 
the head protruded the soft, pale inseminator, still lodged within 
Lisa’s cunt.  Around the opening from which this tender tube of flesh 
emerged was a row of short, round, tongue-like feelers which vigorously 
flailed around the inseminator like the tentacles of an anemone.  
Around this circle of feelers was a narrow, ridge or lip of flesh which 
looked to Kelly to function like a seal or suction cup.  She could tell 
from how puffy and swollen Lisa’s labia were that these organs alone 
must have worked her over pretty good.  Her real curiosity centered on 
the phallic organ that had not yet fully emerged.  The thing continued 
to withdraw and pull its cock out of Lisa.  The last of the inseminator 
slipped free and the thing reared up, hunched over her besmeared body 
with its phallus dangling over and dripping on the violated pussy.  

When Kelly saw the organ in its entirety she gasped loudly.  It was 
nearly a foot long and she wondered how Lisa could have taken it all.  
As the creature hovered there, regaining its strength, Kelly risked 
that the creature knew she was there and regarded her as a benign 
presence; she ventured closer.  Rising up on her knees, she reached for 
the organ to feel it or, maybe, convince it to address her as a 
partner.  Her trembling fingers touched its surface and it neither 
flinched nor took defensive measures.  Her fingers gently closed around 
it, barely reaching around its entire girth.  As if in response, one of 
the flat tendrils that had embraced Lisa wrapped over Kelly’s hand and 
curled around her wrist in a soft caress.  The inseminator was quite 
warm, spongy and yielding to her touch and she noticed multiple ridges 
running its entire length which moved with a life of their own. The 
organ moved within her hand something like the way a fat caterpillar 
inches along.  She held it up to the faint light and looked at its tip.  
A row of small, stiff knobs surrounded the end like a crown and in the 
center, a hole from which it had rendered its essence within Lisa 
winked open and close.  She took this all in and speculated what such 
broad-ranging capabilities could do inside a woman.  She wondered what 
delight it would be to have that big mouth sucking on pussy while all 
those busy fingers teased and tickled around her clit.  She imagined 
what that long alien dick would feel like squeezed all the way up 
inside her and ramming in and out.  She thought about how it could 
twist and turn within her and what all those undulating ridges would do 
to her.  And then - at last - that big gush of sweet, tingly cum 
gushing in.  The beast reared up, high above the bed pulling its slick 
member out of Kelly’s hand. The phallus drew back inside the head and 
the lips closed over the opening.  The petal-like tendrils stretched 
outward one last time and then folded up around the head.  It was time 
for it to make its exit.

The creature lowered itself over Lisa.  And then it slid backwards over 
the foot of the bed with a bound.  Kelly reached for it, she 
desperately wanted it to stay.  She clambered around the bed on her 
hands and knees chasing after it.  As she came around the end of the 
bed she saw the thing’s big round tentacle slithering along the floor 
as it withdrew back through the open closet door from where the it 
came.  Faster than Kelly could crawl, the thing pulled back into the 
closet with hardly a sound.  Kelly paused for a moment, leery about 
chasing it into its lair, but her curiosity and libido quickly overcame 
her caution and she crept quietly to the open door and peered inside.  
All that greeted her were blouses, slacks and dresses hunk neatly on 
rods, pairs of shoes in rows on the floor and some boxes stacked in the 
corner.  That was all.  No monster.  No portal to another dimension.  
Nothing to even show it had ever been there.  Kelly doubted for a 
moment if any of it had really happened.  She spun her head around and 
looked.  There lie Lisa with her nightie up around her neck and the 
whole room splattered with pink slime.  She closed the door and tried 
to rationalize what had just happened.

A crushing sense of disappointment swept through her; had she been 
rejected?  Or had Lisa simply sucked it dry?  Maybe it was resting up 
in some alien dimension, and maybe, hopefully, it would come back some 
day.  She looked around the cum-splattered room and smiled; she knew, 
deep in the pit of her belly, that once the strange visitor had 
recovered its strength and built up its reserves, it would be back.  
For HER. 

------

In the wee hours of the morning, the Earth was kissed again by another 
enormous thunderstorm that blew in from nowhere and drove away the 
heat; replacing it with a clean and soothing, cool dampness.

Kelly slept like a baby.  Part due to the cool air brought in by the 
storm but in large part due to the tremendous sexual release she 
attained in Lisa’s room that night.  She had crept back to her room 
after tucking in the delirious Lisa and was herself out in a matter of 
minutes, still slimed from head to toe in the monster's spooge.  She 
slept a little later than usual but woke up with renewed energy.  The 
instant full consciousness found her, her mind sprang upon the 
encounter in Lisa’s room and that thing ravaging her cousin.  She 
bolted upright and tried piece together tangible evidence.  Incredibly, 
every trace of the tentacle's semen that soaked her had vanished.  
Kelly reasoned that it had apparently evaporated in the heat, or maybe 
the alien goo was made of material from some parallel universe, 
something that could not exist for long in this dimension.  She dressed 
herself and made her way downstairs, anxious and excited to see Lisa 
and relive or at least confirm last night’s fantastic encounter.  There 
were so many questions she wanted to press Lisa with.  As she passed 
her cousin’s room she noticed it again; that faint scent of cinnamon, 
not as strong as last night but lingering in the air just the same.  
She might have thought it all just some strange dream, but that small 
clue proved to Kelly it was real and she clung to it.

She bounced into the kitchen to find her aunt busy at the stove.  She 
bound up behind her and gave her a big bear-hug.

“’ morning, sweetie,” said Helen.  “Finally decided to get up, huh?”
“Ahnnnnh,” Kelly yawned.  She kissed her aunt on the cheek, released 
her, and leaned back against the kitchen table.  “I didn’t know it was 
so late.”

“The smell of your Aunt Helen’s blueberry pancakes was too much to 
resist, huh?”

“Actually the smell of cinnamon is so strong upstairs I hardly noticed, 
but now that you mention it they’re really making me hungry,” said 
Kelly.  She did not want to bring up what she had witnessed last night 
but she did not think any one could miss the overpowering aroma and she 
could not play dumb about it.

At the mention of cinnamon Helen froze, nearly dropping her spatula on 
the stove.  She turned to look through the dining room toward the 
stairs and just seemed to be pondering something.  She turned back to 
Kelly with an assuring smile on her lips.  “Listen, sweetie,” she said.  
“Lisa is probably going to be sleeping late this morning.  Why don’t 
you saddle up Dusty and ride over to the pond for a swim before it gets 
too hot, hmmm?”  She went back about her business on the stove and 
scooped up a pancake to lay on top of the ones warming on a plate. 

Kelly did not mention any more about it.  She and her Aunt Helen 
enjoyed a delicious breakfast and pleasant conversation about when Aunt 
Helen and Kelly’s mom were girls.  Kelly helped her clean up and then 
headed down to the stable and ol’ Dusty.

She had just gotten his saddle blanket on square before it suddenly hit 
her.  Last night, the encounter, the powerful smell of cinnamon 
upstairs, and Lisa has to sleep late to recover.  Three days ago the 
powerful smell of cinnamon downstairs and Aunt Helen slept most of the 
day.  “Oh!  They’re both getting it,” she said out loud as she looked 
slyly at the old house.

--------

Kelly enjoyed her ride and had a relaxing swim.  She returned to the 
house with even more questions about the strange visitor but Lisa was 
still asleep and her aunt was holed up in her study.  By mid-afternoon, 
the thick scent of cinnamon was gone or at least unnoticeable.  Lisa 
had slept for nearly twelve hours after her ordeal; she was withdrawn 
and very tired, but a little smile was never far from her lips.  She 
staggered downstairs and Kelly caught up with her on the porch swing, 
still in her nightie.

Kelly knelt in front of the porch swing so she could speak discretely.   
“Well...” She pressed with a consternating frown?  

“Well, what,” Lisa replied lackadaisically?

“What happened,” Kelly insisted?  “What was that thing... in your room... 
last night?”  She kept trying to probe an answer out of Lisa but it was 
hard for her to phrase so delicate a question about so intimate a 
subject.  Kelly’s words just seemed to bounce off her cousin.

Lisa’s eyes seemed to loose focus as though she were just looking 
through her.  “Kelly,” she whispered.

“Tell me,” Kelly pleaded.  “I want to know.  I want... “

Lisa sat up slowly and with the same distracted look of distant 
thoughts, she bent forward, took Kelly’s cheeks in her hands and kissed 
her on her forehead.

In frustration Kelly watched her cousin rise and weakly stumble back in 
to the kitchen, not saying another word. 

Neither girl spoke another word of the strange visitor; Lisa acted as 
if nothing had happened, and after a few casual probes that were 
brushed aside, Kelly had concluded that maybe Lisa was embarrassed at 
being discovered.  She decided not to bring the subject up unless Lisa 
chose to volunteer anything.  It was possible that she remembered 
nothing at all, or may have assumed it was all a dream, but Kelly 
refused to believe that; Lisa and Helen were both just being greedy and 
trying to keep the wonderful visitor a secret.  If asked why she was 
being so quiet, Lisa would simply blame her fatigue on the heat and 
change the subject.  She went about her daily routine as if her muscles 
ached; she fed and groomed her horses slowly and distractedly, but she 
did not go riding.  

Probing her Aunt Helen was even more difficult and twice as 
frustrating.  Whether she was too fast asleep or just chose to dismiss 
it, her aunt had not heard anything last night.   Helen sequestered 
herself in her study for the rest of the afternoon and was inaccessible 
for further questions.  By that point Kelly reasoned that both her 
cousin and her aunt had to know from her pointed questions that she was 
on to their late night goings on.  Still, they refused to let her into 
their club or let her know how to join and it was starting to make her 
angry.   She sulked for a while, she played quiet, gave them the cold 
shoulder, and basically went out of her way to let them know she was 
unhappy with this treatment.

Meanwhile, she formulated a new plan.  She would stay up late and try 
to catch them in the act.  How could they deny it then, let alone 
exclude her?  Furthermore, maybe the thing just might pick her room 
next time.  After all, she did introduce herself.  She would be ready 
for it.  She took an afternoon nap to be sure.

------

It was late at night when Kelly climbed from her bed.  She had laid 
awake for hours listening for any tell-tale moans or other such sounds 
of delight coming from her aunt’s or cousin’s rooms.  It was now 01:30, 
if the creature were making a visit, it would most likely be now.  For 
the third time that night, she crept slowly to her door, turning the 
knob she pulled the door open and poked her head out to listen.  All 
was quiet but she needed to make sure.  Walking on tiptoes she glided 
down the hallway careful not to step on any of the squeaky parts of the 
floor.  She passed by Lisa’s door.  She could hear only her cousin’s 
breath coming in the slow, even pace of deep sleep.  No ravishing going 
on in there.  She continued to the stairs.  She scooped an arm under 
her heavy breasts to keep them from bouncing painfully and eased down 
into the dark.  Again, carefully avoiding the known floor squeaks, she 
advanced on her aunt’s room.  Listening at her door she detected not a 
sound, nor any trace of the cinnamon smell.  She waited to make 
absolutely sure but then the frightening notion that the creature might 
be checking her room at that very moment struck her and she quickly 
made her way back to her bed.

Once back in her room she silently shut the door and sniffed the air.  
No, nothing yet.  She unbuttoned her night shirt and slipped it over 
her shoulders.  Fully nude, she felt through the darkness with her 
supple skin.  She was so sexually charged she tingled.  Kelly padded 
over to the rocker and took the two big pillows she had pilfered from 
the living room and placed them in front of the closet door.  She 
arranged them with one leaning on the other to put herself in a 
reclining position.  Next, she had to prepare her body for this 
encounter.  She took a long drink from a glass of ice water she had 
retrieved earlier.  Then, the lip balm which she applied liberally 
around her lips in anticipation of all the heavy breathing she knew she 
would be doing.  Lastly, she took a jar of Vaseline and dipped in her 
fingers.  With a big glob she spread it between both hands and then 
smeared a good quantity around the inside of her creamy, soft thighs, 
her full hips and her round butt cheeks so those tightly gripping 
tentacles would not irritate her.  She hesitated and thought about that 
big phallic member, bigger than any she had ever taken, and she 
wondered about a dab for her pussy.  No, it might not like that.  
Besides, if Lisa could take it then so could she.  She wiped her hands 
on her breasts and down her ribs, marveling at how the moonlight 
glistened on her sensuous curves.  She pushed her hair back over her 
shoulders and shook it free.  She had to be the most desirable woman in 
the house tonight.  How could a horny creature pass up something like 
this?

Kelly lowered herself onto the pillows facing the closet.  She settled 
her butt into them and then slowly laid down until she was stretched 
over them with her boobs pointed at the ceiling and her knees spread 
wide.  She hooked her arms around the corners of the pillow and tested 
her range of motion.  With her feet planted on the floor she rocked her 
hips up and down, a motion any guy would go crazy over.  She pumped her 
hips a few more times and imagined the fucking she was about to get.  
One hand and then the other snaked their way up her chest and found her 
round globes.  She squeezed them and pinched the nipples.  The image of 
that erotic monstrosity seizing her and plying her flesh played in her 
mind.  She knew this would be the most exotically thrilling night of 
her life and she could almost feel what the creature had in store for 
her.  A trembling hand broke free from its assault on her stiff nipple 
and slid down the tantalizing curves of her abdomen, seeking her 
attention craving pussy.  Her fingers teased their way through the 
tangled curls and into her moist slit.  She needed something quick to 
pique her mood and two fingers aptly surrounded her clit.  She worked 
them in a circle, round and round, sliding that insatiable piece of 
flesh in the way she had done for years.  Like habit she felt herself 
slip into the fast track to gratification.  A climax like an old 
trusted friend embraced her hips and poured soothing warmth and 
chilling excitement through her nerves.  Her muscles tensed as the jolt 
of pleasure spread though her.    

Kelly cupped both hands over her mound and savored the delight her 
pussy had just given her.  She glowed with sensuality.  She alluringly 
arched her back and pressed her butt into the pillow and drew her legs 
up, knees bent and toes pointing towards her firm ass; she gripped the 
backs of her shapely thighs and spread them as wide as she could.  Her 
tight and tender pussy aimed squarely at the closed closet door.  She 
tilted her head back and relaxed, her mind floated on the anticipation 
of her approaching ecstasy.  A ripe, voluptuous and very horny young 
maiden was primed and ready to be sexually serviced.  She was, in 
whole, an open invitation impossible to ignore.  

Unfortunately for Kelly, she was ignored and she woke up the next 
morning stiff from head to toe, lying naked in front of her closet, in 
a glaze of Vaseline, completely un-ravaged, and feeling quite silly. 

--------

It was all her imagination.  It had to be.  What could she have been 
thinking?  Her cousin was fucking an invisible closet-monster?  How 
crazy.  It had to be some kind of dream or maybe heat-induced hysteria.  
And what could her cousin and aunt be thinking about her?  Her 
withdrawn behavior and all of those weird, sexually tinged insinuations 
she had been dropping?  She had been a jerk and she needed to 
straighten up.  She hoped they could forgive her.

Kelly walked the long road of conciliation that day.  She tried very 
hard to make it up to her innocent aunt and cousin for her flighty 
behavior and bizarre assumptions.  She was terribly embarrassed by her 
own conduct but luckily all was forgiven.  She was glad they did not 
probe her for what she was thinking or they might have thrown her out 
of the house.  Kelly had to admit herself that the incredible 
conclusions she had jumped to were far too bizarre to have been real 
and was quick to embrace mold-induced hallucinations as the only 
logical explanation for what she thought she saw.

With all amends made, Kelly had a delightful day of riding, swimming, 
flirting and general laziness.  At the end of the happy day with the 
dishes done and no pressing needs confronting them, all three women 
lounged on the porch talking, laughing, and amusing themselves with 
whatever distractions available.

Lisa strummed her guitar while making up song parodies that teased her 
younger cousin’s naďve romantic notions.  Kelly was working on a 
crossword puzzle in the back of an old teen magazine she found in the 
living room and paring Lisa’s sarcastic jabs with her suburban wit.  
Helen was working her needlepoint and bemusedly chiming in to the 
conversation for sport.  The mood was very light and all three were 
reveling in the joy of summer on the prairie.  Kelly was happiest of 
all because she had been forgiven and her moody misbehavior behind her.

The two girls continued their banter but Aunt Helen gradually dropped 
out of the conversation.  As Kelly continued to tease Lisa on her bold 
claims, Helen rose and walked slowly to the edge of the porch.  She 
took the post at the top of the stairs in her hands and hugged it to 
her and leaned her slender frame against it.  Kelly watched her gazing 
into the distance.  There was a small gathering of clouds on the 
distant horizon.  Her aunt inhaled deeply of the summer evening air and 
it seemed to take her away to some pleasant memory.

As abruptly as she had risen, Aunt Helen turned to Kelly and walked 
toward the porch swing.  Standing before her she brushed Kelly’s hair 
aside and tenderly cupped her hands about Kelly’s face.  She bent down 
and kissed Kelly on the forehead and then smiled wistfully at her.  
“I’m going to turn in,” she said while Lisa babbled on absently in her 
retort to Kelly’s last jab.  Helen stopped as she crossed over the 
threshold to the house. Looking out again toward the horizon she 
announced, “It’s going to storm tonight,” and passed on into the house.

Lifting her head and turning toward Kelly, “Oh,” exclaimed Lisa in the 
middle of her chatter.  Her face was posed on the edge of happy 
surprise, a knowing smile on her lips.  “I think I’ll be turning in 
too,” she said in complete counterpoint to their light hearted 
exchange.  She rose and knelt before the porch swing, giving Kelly a 
big hug.

“Well, don’t sleep too late,” Kelly told her.  “I’d like to go into 
town and interview some of these suitors of yours.”

Lisa pulled back and with the same assuring smile said, “Don’t worry 
about that.  You just get up when ever you feel like it.”  She rose and 
started through the door.  Pausing, she said, “Don’t forget to turn off 
all the lights.”

“Sure,” Kelly said over the top of her magazine.

“Kel.  It’s important.  You have to turn off the lights or...,” she 
sternly added again as she gazed out into the distance.  “Just make 
sure they’re all off.”

“I’ll handle it, chief,” Kelly responded with a salute and a mock 
serious tone.  She continued her puzzle for a while longer, not really 
watching the time.  

She eventually grew tired and gave up her crossword for bed.  She was 
careful to turn off all the lights and check the doors.  Closing the 
last door, in her bedroom, she dropped her body backward onto the 
middle of her bed and began inventory on the happy thoughts in her 
head.  Dismissing them one by one, she wrapped herself in her favorite, 
a sex fantasy, and waited for sleep to overtake her.  As her fingers 
crept slowly over the mound of her pussy, an overpowering scent of 
cinnamon suddenly wafted over her.  

Kelly bolted upright in the realization.  It was real; all of it, and 
it was here now, for her.  She stared into the darkness of the corner 
of the room; half excited and half fearful of what she now faced.  
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she pushed the 
flimsy material under her butt and then slid them down her shapely 
legs.  They would be a hindrance to her guest.  In the dark gloom of 
the corner, her closet door slowly creaked open.  Kelly’s heart pounded 
in her chest as she laid herself down and waited to be taken.  

Fully recovered, Lisa’s strange guest slowly slid and slithered across 
the floor to Kelly's bed.  She inhaled deeply of the thickly scented air.  
She felt the bed shake as her lover mounted it.  She spread her knees and  
pushed her pelvis up invitingly.  She trembled in anticipation of what the 
night had in store. 


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

  
Stormer