Chapter 58: Brother & Sister Haunted by the Incestuous Ghosts

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The pen flows.

Kristen remembers the story of a house that burned down. A mother and her daughter were killed by a fire set by the husband. Kristen imagines why. A rewrite of history. Now, the mother and daughter were having an incestuous affair.

The husband walked in and caught them.

The house has since been rebuilt, but there have always been rumors of hauntings. Now, it’s driven out the new owners. For a year, the house has lain empty, everyone whispering about its contents. Kristen knows just who to investigate it.

There’s a brother and sister pair that investigates hauntings on YouTube.

The Ghost Duo.

Chip Carpenter
I was at my desk, researching our next video. There were lots of haunted houses, but to find one that one of the big shows hadn’t done was hard. The lesser-known ones were what we specialized in investigating.

Not that there were ghosts, but it was fun doing some urban exploring, and the views were killing it. Our Patreon was making us bank. We had sponsors. We might be the next History Channel show at this rate.

“How about this house in Maine?” Dahlia asked. My sister was lounging in a chair, her feet thrust over the side, and researching on her phone. “It’s called Skull House.”

I snorted in laughter, but... “That name will sell. Let me see.” I did a Google search. “Huh, people see floating skulls. Old house. Colonial. Yes, this is it. We’re doing it.”

“I love going to Maine,” she said. “Such beautiful country. Plus, the Steven King connection. It’ll do gangbusters.”

I nodded, eager for the money that would flow in.

Chip and Dahlia decide Ghost Duo’s next case will be the Burnt House in Washington State. They’re intrigued by the backstory, even if it’s not an old house.

Chip Carpenter
“Let’s see, it’s a two-day drive to Maine,” I said, opening up our spreadsheet that contained our schedule. “We film for two nights and edit in the Hotel. Skull House can be up in a...” I blinked. “It’s a three-day drive to get to Burnt House. This story is great. And we have a mystery here. Why did the husband burn down the house and kill his wife and daughter?”

“Ooh, and the rumors of the ghosts driving people to flee the house,” said Dahlia. “There’s going to be fodder.”

“We’ll have to uncover the truth,” said Chip. “I think this is a two-parter at least.”

“Def,” Dahlia said and rose. “Better get packing. Let’s get an early start.”

Ghost Duo drives out to the house. In three days, they’ve arrived. They have a busy shoot. Gathering B-roll. Going to the library to read old newspapers. Digging into the facts before they go to the actual house itself.

They’ll have to break in, of course, but that’s Ghost Duo’s schtick. They’re willing to do anything to uncover the truth.

And they will, the just have no idea how naughty the truth is, or what it’ll do to their relationship.

Dahlia Carpenter
We slipped into the house before sunset. A realtor had given us a tour earlier, allowing us to get the layout and make our plans. I left the backdoor unlocked so we just had to slip in. We carried in our gear from the car. It took a few trips.

We had to set up the cameras, and then connect them to the computer we set up in the living room. It was a house built in the fifties. It didn’t have an open floor plan. It was quaint. Two stories and a basement. Bad wiring, so that would make the EMF meters go crazy.

People would think ghosts when it was really just unshielded copper wiring carrying electricity.

The sun was still up, so it wasn’t time to start, but we had all the cameras rolling. There would be a sped-up montage of us setting it up. I headed down the hallway to the master bedroom and looked around. Through the open window, the sun set.

I was about to leave when I felt something. A presence. I shivered and turned around.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

On the bed was a young woman lying naked on her back. She had round breasts and sandy-blonde hair. She squeezed her thighs around an older woman’s head. The older woman, a MILF with a plump rump, had her platinum-blonde hair spilled over the girl’s thighs as she ate her out.

“Oh, oh, Mommy!” the girl moaned.

“M-mommy?” I gasped, this wave of heat washing through me. I squirmed there in my jeans, my pussy soaking my thong. “What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?”

They ignored me.

“Oh, oh, eat my pussy, Mommy!” the girl moaned. “Please, please, eat me.”

My eyes widened. That was ... Lavender Baker on the bed, the daughter. She looked like she did in her faded yearbook picture. So that must be Agnes Baker, the mother. But ... but ... what the fuck? Ghosts weren’t real, so why was I seeing this?

I wanted to back out of the room, but the incestuous lovemaking was hypnotic. The girl squirmed on the bed, only it didn’t creak. It was a show bed, the house furnished by the realty agent. There was no impression the girl left in the mattress. No indent. This was insane.

“Oh, oh, I love it when you eat me out, Mommy!” the ghost of Lavender moaned.

“Mmm, you’re just so yummy,” cooed the spirit of Mrs. Baker. “Such a delicious cunt!”

“Mommy!” squealed the teenager. She was sixteen when she died. “Don’t stop licking me, Mommy! I want to cum. I want to drown you!”

I swallowed. This was so crazy. I wanted to see that. I did. This heat burned through me. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared in awe at the incestuous tableau before me. It couldn’t be real.

It was, though.

So real.

My cheeks blazed with the heat of this moment. My heart pounded in my chest. I loved watching the sight. The licking. The lapping. It was just so good to witness that. My hands fanned my face at the kinky sight.

The moans were so good. I could smell pussy. The tart and sweet aromas filled my nose. Mrs. Baker’s blonde bush dripped with her cream as she devoured her daughter. My own cunt burned. I wanted to masturbate, and yet...

“This is happening,” I groaned. “This is really happening.”

I pinched my cheek. Pain flared.

The scene stayed.

Real ghosts were before me, and they were having sex. This was insane. Insane and so fucking hot. The daughter trembled, her round boobs jiggling. I ran a finger through my dyed-purple hair, my hips wiggling back and forth in my jean skirt. My hands then rested on my bare belly. I wore a sexy top.

Chip didn’t insist, but he definitely was thrilled when I had my tits almost out for the views.

My nipples were so hard. My pussy so wet. The girl moaned louder and louder. She had to be close to cumming. She humped her pussy against her mother’s lips. Her head tossed back and forth. Her hands gripped her boobs. She massaged them.

“Mommy, yes!” she squealed.

I knew she was cumming.

Her mother purred, drowning in her daughter’s cream. The woman licked it up, feasting on her little girl. I had sex with a girl before. I knew what it was like to have delicious juices gushing from that yummy snatch.

The mother was in heaven. So was the girl. She tossed her head, bucking on the bed that didn’t move or creak. She slid her fingers up her tits to pinch her nipples as she moaned through her orgasm. My heart thundered in my chest.

“Oh, that was so good, Mommy,” the girl said and sat up.

“Mmm, it was,” cooed Mrs. Baker. She lifted her face from her daughter’s pussy and rose up to kiss her.

Before their lips met, Lavender’s spirit glanced at me and smiled in invitation to join them.

Heat exploded through me along with fear. I spun around and ran out of the room, screaming.

Chip Carpenter
We were all set up. The cameras were recording. The sun would be going down. I liked it to be fully dark before we did our “investigations” so we could use thermal and night vision. Make things spookier.

Dahlia screamed.

“What?” I gasped and glanced at the screen.

There she was running down the hallway. She was at the stairs. I shot my gaze to the right to see her running down them, her purple hair flying behind her. She ran right to me. Why was she starting so early? And why was she so panicked?

She threw herself into me, clinging to me and trembling in fear.

“What?” I asked.

“G-ghosts!” she stammered. “There are g-ghosts!”

I frowned. Was this for the camera? I mean, we had “seen” “ghosts” before.

“They are real ghosts!” she gasped, clinging to me. “Full-body apparitions that were having sex on the bed in the master bedroom. Lesbian sex. The mother and the daughter.”

“What?” I asked, my heart pounding. “You saw them?”

“Yes!” Dahlia gasped. “I watched them. Look at the cameras!”

I found the one for the master bedroom. There was nothing there. I reversed time and ... There was a pair of women kissing naked. They melted away after a moment. Just vanished. My heart lurched. I rewound it back farther and...

Yes, yes, they appeared suddenly. My sister watched them having sex for about five minutes, and they vanished after she ran out. My sister trembled behind me. I glanced at her and grinned. She was breathing heavily.

“This is fucking it,” I said. “I mean, we’ll have to censor this shit, but ... That’s real ghosts. We captured fucking real ghosts. This is huge!”

“They’re real, Chip,” whimpered Dahlia.

“And that means we’re going to make so much fucking money.” I smiled at her. “Look at what we captured. We just have to get more. We have to split up. Start exploring.”

She trembled, still afraid, but... “How much?”

“Millions,” I said. “Fucking millions.”

Dahlia Carpenter
We would make fucking millions. That thought rippled through my mind as I moved through the dark house with the EMF detector clicking away. That was to be expected since there was power still connected to the house.