We entered the new house, and there was a chill in the air. My parents had just bought the house. They said they got a great deal on it because no one wanted it. No one wanted it because everyone said it was haunted. But "We don't believe in ghosts," my dad said during the whole process of buying the house. The house itself was huge, and everything in it was old. All the old furniture was still there, as if the former occupants had just run off, not caring about what they left behind. My mom said she loved it's 'victorian' style, which was, as I had guessed, her word for ugly.
I didn't like any of it. Everything looked heavy, and it felt like the heat hadn't been on in years. The cold had taken up permanent resisdence with the absence of other occupants.
A shiver ran through me as I entered the house. I looked around at the large foyer, it's once glossy floor was clouded.
"Well, it needs some work," My mom said.
"Yes, but it's still very nice," my dad said.
I simply rolled my eyes at them. I had not been thrilled by the whole decision to move into a new house, and I wasn't going to be suckered in by their enthusiasm now.
"Can I just go to my room?" I asked.
"Oh... sure, hun... I'll show you the way." I followed my mom through the livingroom, and it's large fire place with several red, lace-frilled chairs placed in front if it. We went up the stairs, and it seemed to get even colder. I followed her all the way down to the end.
"This'll be your room," she said opening the door to the left.
I walked in and I was shocked. It was five-times larger than my old room. It looked cavernous. As I walked in I shivered.
"It's freezing in here," I said.
"I think your father went to turn on the heat," she said, "Oh, here's the best part." She walked along the inner wall of the room and opened a door. "You have your own bathroom." She smiled. "No more bickering when you can't get in it. I'm gonna go get some of my things out of the car, try to get settled in." She walked past me and out of the room. I dropped my bag and looked around. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room, and a long mirror against the wall. I went to the bathroom. It had a nice, large bathtub, and beautiful red tile on the floor. It looked as if it had been cleaned recently.
A shiver shot through my back again, and I clamped my arms around myself. I could have sworn that I had seen my breath. I walked around my room for awhile, examining everything. There was a small dresser tucked in the corner. I placed my bag on my bed and started to unpack it. I opened the dresser and put some of my stuff in it, and as I did it I felt a cold draft rub against my neck. I got goosebumps all over by body as I felt it. I was shivering, and I suddenly got the feeling that I was being watched. I felt as though a set of eyes were peering at me. I turned around quickly and looked around. There was nothing there. I was not liking what I was feeling and I left my room. I went down the stairs and found my mother.
"Mom, I don't like this place," I told her.
"Oh, You're just not comfortable here yet." She said.
"But it's always cold, and it feels eerie," I told her, and she just shook her head.
"You just need to relax, why don't you go back to your room and take a long, hot bath," she said and went about unpacking somethings.
It was useless to argue with her. I reluctantly went back to my room and into my bathroom. I did need a hot bath, and I really needed to relax. I turned on the hot water, and began to fill up the tub. As it filled up I went to my bag and got some soap. When I returned to the bathroom it was already starting to steam up. I closed the door behind me and unbottoned my shirt. I removed it and placed in on the floor by the door. I didn't wear a bra, because I didn't really need one. My breasts weren't very big and they were very firm, so I rarely saw the need to be annoyed by a bra when I wasn't out. I undid my pants and and removed them with my panties.
I turned off the water and slipped into the tub. I moaned softly as the hot water engulfed me. It was relaxing. I laid back in the tub and rubbed my entire body with the soup. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. It was quiet and I heard every splash of water I caused as my soupy hand ran over my soft tits. I took deep breaths as my body relaxed. My hand slipped down my body, under the water and slid down my flat belly. It seemed to have a mind of it's own, but I didn't care. It slipped over my thin pubic hair, and across the lips of my pussy. I moaned softly.
I lifted my leg and hung it over the edge of the tub. My hand rubbed along my cunt, the palm of my hand feeling, and rubbing along my hardening clit. I groaned as my hand sped up it's actions.
A finger slipped into my slick hole, pumping in and out of me. My eyes were closed, and my mouth open slightly in ecstasy. My other hand rubbed along my soft tits, grasped them in it's palm and let the finger squeeze them lightly. It pinched my nipple and I gasped softly. From my breast it traced the path taken by my other hand, and slid down my stomach and rested on my cunt. As one hand was gently working a finger in and out of my pussy, my other pushed and rubbed my hard clit. My hips gyrated, and pushed my crotch against my busy hands. I pulled the outer lips of my pussy apart with my fingers and I felt the warm water resting against the inner folds of my cunt.
I felt so good, so relaxed. The flowery smell of the soup coming up from the tub brushed the inside of my nose. It smelled so lovily. My hand pulled away from my clit and rubbed up the length of my thigh, coming out of the water and continuing up my leg. It stroked my calf, then went back down, It stopped at my pussy for a moment, rubbing my clit softly for a bit before rubbing along the length of my other leg.
The steam from the tub filled the bathroom with a thick haze, that seemed to suddenly grow thicker. I noticed more steam rising from the water, and I felt the air above the tub grow cold. I could see my breath. It was so cold. My mind was in a haze, I slipped further into the tub, my hand still busy on my cunt.
Though I was almost completely submerged in the warm water, I still shivered. I felt again that someone was watching me.
My eyes were half-open, and I felt like I was in a dream. I heard a whisper, 'don't stop, ' it said. It came from the back of my mind, but it felt as though it wasn't me, though it sounded like my own voice, 'rub your pussy for me.'
My finger sped up it's work on my pussy, and I huffed and pushed my hips into my hand. 'that's nice, ' the voice whispered, 'but don't you want more?'
"Yes," I mumbled softly, "I want more."
'don't you need something long and hard, ' the voice continued. The thought made me even hotter in my cunt, though my body remained cold. 'you need something big and hot to warm you deep inside' it said.
"Oh!" I moaned, "yes, I need something... something deeper." My hand came back to my pussy and pinched my clit hard, forcing me to scream. I suddenly felt my pussy clamp down on my finger. My orgasm shot through my body and I bit down on my lip to prevent me from screaming, I groaned with my orgasm through my teeth. I shuttered, and opened my eyes. The haze above me was gone and the water was no longer warm. I looked around as if I was just waking up from a deep sleep. I felt strangely relaxed. I got out of the tub and dried myself off. I put my clothes back on and went out of my room, feeling much better.
I went downstairs to the kitchen, where my mom was just taking dinner from the oven.
"Well, where have you been?" She asked setting some food on the table.
"What do you mean? I was taking a bath," I told her.
"For two hours?!" She asked.
"What?! I was only in there for a half-hour," I told her.
"Then what else have you been doing, then?" she asked.
"Nothing." I said.
What was going on? Had I really been in the bathroom for two hours. Had I fallen asleep. I guess it was possible, but I didn't recall it.
We ate dinner and my mom and dad talked about work that needed to be done on the landscaping. Apparently it hadn't been groomed in years and all the bushes needed to be replaced. I didn't really pay attention and I didn't say much, I just sat there eating, letting my parent's entertain themselves as always.
After I ate, my mom gave me some sheets and blankets for my bed. I went back to my room and dressed my bed. I layed down on it. There was nothing to do, the phones weren't hooked up yet; there was no cable, plus the TV's still had to be moved in from my other house. There was a knock at my door. It was my mom.
"We're going to bed," she said, "We've got a lot to do tomorrow. Goodnight."
I told her goodnight and turned back into the room. I barely made it back to the bed when there was another knock at the door.
"What is it now?!" I said and turned back to the door. I opened it to find nothing. I stepped into the hall and looked around. I didn't see anything. I must have been hearing things, I thought. I stepped back into the room. I stripped out of my shirt and jeans, and put on my nightshirt.
I got into bed and turned off the light. I laid in bed, staring around at the foreign surroundings. There was a pale blue light coming through the curtains, casting eerie shadows over the entire room. The russling of the curtains made the shadows move around the room.
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