Chapter 1 - Trick Or Treat

"Mom? Do we have to go trick-or-treating?"

Jessica's voice has that plaintive-bordering-on-sulky tone that can really get on your nerves. You know it's a total lie when Danny says you sound exactly the same when you're trying to get out of something. Just because you're identical twins you're not the same in every way!

"Of course you do! You're eighteen now, it's tradition!"

"But why do I have to be the angel?!"

Aha, there it is! That's the real reason Jessica's pouting - she got the boring angel costume while you get to be the cool devil.

"Because rock beats scissors, that's why!"

You stick your tongue out at your twin sister, but when her face darkens you hastily retreat back into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. Not because you're scared, of course, you just want some privacy.

Jessica pounds on the door and shouts about cheating and how everything's always unfair and you kind of zone her out while you touch up your makeup. That's probably another reason she's being such a baby - being the Devil means you get awesome makeup with black lipstick, thick lines that show off your awesome cheekbones, and heavy mascara that makes your eyes pop.

The bad part is that you have to wear a wig, because for some reason the Devil can't be blonde and there's no way you're dying your hair black for just one night. The wig is itchy and it's hard to get it perfectly straight, especially since you have to put on the cheap plastic horns over it, but you guess it's just one of those things you have to put up with.

There's a more measured knock on the door and you realize Jessica must have stomped off to sulk somewhere else when your mother asks if you're done.

"I guess", you answer, giving your reflection a final critical look. The makeup is awesome (your mother helped with that and you have to admit she did a great job), and the black top and tights you added to the costume makes the bright red corset (bustier? bodice?) and miniskirt stand out nicely, especially together with the black and red cape.

"Yeah, I'm ready", you say, mostly to yourself.

When you exit the bathroom you make a little ta-da motion with your hands, but to your surprise your mother shakes her head and gives you one of those looks.

"What's this? No no no, this won't do at all."

"What? What do you mean?"

In spite of your protests she pushes you back into the bathroom and starts tugging at your clothes, and before you know it you've lost the black top and your leggings along with both your bra and your panties. (You didn't really need the bra with the bustier (corset?) being a bit big for your breasts, but it felt weird not wearing it.)

"Motherrr!"

"Hush now, Jennifer."

She continues to tug at your clothes, adjusting the skirt and the-

"Stand still! I need to adjust your bustier."

"But I'm naked!"

She looks up at you and you can see she's just barely restraining herself from rolling her eyes.

"You're not naked, you have the costume on. You're only nearly naked."

You make an exasperated sound, gesturing with your hands to convey to her the extent to which that's not a real improvement.

"Oh sweetie, you know what trick-or-treating means."

You blush a deep red, your gaze flicking from here to there around the bathroom; everywhere but your mother's face.

"Of course I do, I'm not a child! But you said we're just going around the neighborhood. It's just going to be the people we know, they're not going to want to..."

You trail off, your mind unwilling to picture what comes at the end of that sentence.

"Jennifer. Honey."

Your mother sounds so serious your gaze is drawn back to her face, but when you meet her gaze she's smiling and oh my god are those tears in her eyes?!

She stands up and gives you a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. (The effect is somewhat lessened by the wig, but it still gives you some of the feeling it did when she would do the same when you were younger.)

"Of course they'll want to, you have nothing to worry about. You are a very beautiful young woman."

You hug your mother close, sniffling a little. You hadn't quite wanted to admit even to yourself that you were feeling insecure about your looks and worrying that nobody would be interested in you. You know Jessica feels the same - maybe that's why you both wanted the Devil costume, to have something outrageous to hide behind.

You stay like that for a while, your mother stroking the wig (again losing some of the effect, but you'll take it) to comfort you. Then when you've collected yourself you pull back, turning to the bathroom mirror to check your makeup and straighten your horns, meeting your mother's gaze in the glass. She smiles and you smile back after very carefully dabbing at your eyes with a tissue.

"Okay. Okay, then."

You turn around and give her another hug, then go out into the hallway. You nearly bump into Danny who's wearing the same silly Peter Pan costume he wore last year. You give him a look that he correctly interprets as "Really? The same thing again? Really?", and he gives you a careless shrug and a smile that says "What? I know what works" to which you roll your eyes and sniff "You may be two years older than me but you're still more immature".

You both go down the stairs to join Jessica who's still pouting. Her bustier and skirt are white rather than red, and in place of a black wig with horns and a black cape she has a tinsel halo and a pair of fluffy wings on her back. You start to say something conciliatory but she holds her hand up.

"Whatever. Let's get this over with."

"Wait! Don't forget your candy!"

That's your dad's voice coming from the kitchen, quickly followed by his plaid-shirt-and-silly-trapper-hat lumberjack costumed body carrying three small white bags in one hand and a comically oversized latex axe in the other, handing you one bag each. You're surprised at how light yours is, and when you open it there's just a couple of candybars at the bottom.

"But daddy, this isn't nearly enough!"

Your dad gives you a surprised look, then glances up at your mother who's walking down the stairs, already in what you're guessing is her lumberjack's fiancée costume with a frilly dress and a similar cap except white - how she's had time to change you can't understand, even if she was just in her robe before - and they do that annoying parent telepathy thing where they just look at each other for a moment and somehow have a whole conversation.

"Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that, sweetie. You're all very pretty, yes, and handsome" - he deflects Danny's protest before he has time to voice it - "and if you need more you can just come back here. But you won't need to. Because you're pretty. And handsome."

You and Jessica both try to protest but Danny and your dad both start pushing you towards the door, and suddenly you're outside.

"Just stick with Danny and you'll be fine."

Your parents are both in the doorway now, blocking any chance of getting back inside with dignity.

"Good luck! Have fun! Be nice!"

And with that they close the door behind you.

"Alright!"

Danny rubs his hands and starts walking down the driveway. You hang back with your heart pounding in your chest, and when you glance over at Jessica she looks exactly like you're feeling: nervous going on terrified.

But before your brother can start being all brothery you set your jaw, grip the candy bag tightly in your hand, and nod to your twin sister. She nods back, and somehow you both get your legs moving.

"I guess we're actually doing this."

"It sure looks that way."

You give each other a brief smile, and when she shifts her bag you take her hand, your previous quarrel left behind.

Danny has already jogged across the street to Ms. Hank's house. While you follow him on trembling legs he uses the knocker and loudly yells "Trick or treat!", the door soon opening to reveal Ms. Hanks in a short, clingy silk robe.

"Oh, hi Danny! Are you coming to me first this year too?"

"Of course, Ms. Hank! You know you're my favorite neighbor."

You roll your eyes.

"No surprise there."

Jessica shoots you a look that makes you grin, and then you both break out in giggles.

Danny's had a thing for Ms. Hank for as long as you can remember. It's not really surprising: She's not just over ten years his senior so she was a young woman when he was getting interested in girls, she's also got a great figure, she flirts with everyone, and she tends to wear very skimpy outfits. She moved here to help take care of her elderly aunt Flora, but she also used to babysit you. Back when she would go trick-or-treating you know he always tried to sneak out of his room to watch when she came around to your house.

While you cross the street up to her driveway, Ms. Hanks is making a show of looking in Danny's treat bag which you can tell all the way from here has made his face fall, but then she pushes it away and gives him a wink.

"Never mind, I guess I'll take the trick. Oh, hi girls!"

"Hello Ms. Hank", you answer her in unison, giving her a shy wave. For once you're grateful for her habit of dressing provocatively as it makes you feel less exposed yourself when her robe barely covers her ass and has slipped open enough to show plenty of her generous cleavage.

"I keep telling you to call me Lucy. Either way, I'm letting Danny turn a trick so you can move on if you like. Or you can stay and watch."

She smiles and gives you a wink that makes you blush all the way from your wig down to the top of your chest.

"Uhm, we're supposed to stay together..."

"Yeah, Dad said we should stick to Danny. It's our first time."

"I figured as much. Well, this shouldn't take long."

Before Danny can feel slighted she's grabbed him over his shorts, making him gasp.

"Let's see if you've grown since last year."

While Danny quickly strips out of his shorts and pulls down his tights, Ms. Hank shoots you a wink and a smirk that says she's seen plenty of his cock since last Halloween. You exchange a glance with Jessica, both of you figuring that's why it takes him twice as long to mow her lawn as anyone else's.

Then you both spin around when she pulls down your brother's shorts and tights and his cock springs into view, neither of you feeling very interested in viewing that particular piece of human anatomy anymore than absolutely necessary.

Shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, you're treated to a few minutes of the sound of Ms. Hank sucking your brother's dick. It sounds like she's doing something very different from what you've tried yourself, all wet and slurping and noisy. You can't resist sneaking a peek, and if that hadn't been your brother it would have been kind of hot. Ms. Hank - Lucy - is hunkered down in front of him, stroking him with one hand while she squeezes one of her breasts with the other, her robe hanging open as her head moves back and forth, a thick string of spittle swinging from her chin. You quickly look away, but from the corner of your eye you catch Jessica's eye and from the look on her face she's had a peek too. She looks apprehensive and you seek out her hand to hold it tight.

"I think you're ready now."

Ms. Hank's voice is a bit breathless, as is Danny's when he answers "Yes, Ms. Hank". You risk another peek and catch a look of her leaning back against the front door, her robe hanging open to show her whole naked body, and then Danny steps forward and she grabs hold of his dick and guides it in between her spread legs. You whip your eyes forward again, shivering when you hear her moan deeply.

"Oh yes, Danny, you have grown!"

You and Jessica roll your eyes at each other at boys' obsession with having the size of their dicks praised, still holding each others' hands while you listen to the sounds of fucking. It's very different from when you're doing it yourself - yes, you've had sex for a while now, even more since you and Jessica got separate rooms when you turned eighteen, but again this is much noisier, especially the way Lucy talks to Danny, telling him to fuck her harder and how big his cock is.

Lucy and Danny are soon gasping, and when she moans that she's cumming he makes a strangled noise that presumably signals that he's joining her.

You turn around when it seems they should have had enough time to decouple and dress but instead you get an eyeful of Lucy hunkered down in front of Danny again, gazing up at him while she squeezes his cock over her tongue, slowly licking the underside of his shaft before swallowing demonstratively.

You stand frozen while she gets to her feet and kisses his cheek, then closes her robe while he grins like an idiot.

"See you again next year, Danny. Maybe your sisters won't be quite as shy then."

She shoots you another of those blush-inducing looks and you stammer something back while Jessica motions angrily for Danny to pull his pants up and let's go already! He's oblivious to it of course, a stupid smile on his face as he waves goodbye to her while she blows him a kiss before closing the door. Finally you go both go up and grab him (by the elbows, because god knows where his hands have been) and drag him down from the porch.

You almost want to go back home, but you know your parents would scold you for not being adventurous enough so after exchanging a silent look with Jessica you nod at each other, steeling yourselves to pressing forward.

The next house belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Lunson, an elderly couple who are always chatty and friendly when you bump into them on the street. Jessica and Danny have apparently decided it's your turn to knock, both of them taking a step back when you get up to the front door. You knock and try to step back to join them, but they're blocking your way.

It's Mr. Lunson who opens, a big smile on his broad face. He's wearing a gingerbread man costume, the brown felt hat sagging a little on his head.

"Hello children! Martha, it's the Richardsons!"

Mrs. Lunson joins her husband, her witch costume simple but effective, consisting mainly of a black pointy hat and a false nose together with a dress that's only slightly more old-fashioned than the ones she usually wears.

"Oh my, aren't you a cute little devil! Oh, and Jessica's the sweetest little angel!"

You don't know how she's so good at telling you apart when nobody else but your family can do it reliably, but her friendly smile always makes you feel safe.

"Trick or treat?"

You blush as you hold out your nearly empty bag, your heart pounding hard in your chest. Is this it?

But they both choose treat, Martha taking one of your candy bars and Mrs. Lunson taking one of Jessica's. They both hug all three of you like they usually do, though they're distinctively more handsy, Mrs. Lunson even more so than her husband. He just lets his hands linger a bit on your hips but she puts one hand square on your ass, kneading your butt cheek with her surprisingly strong fingers before letting you go, and when she kisses you goodbye it's right on the lips.

When you walk down their driveway your heart is pounding just as hard as before, but now your feelings are more confused than the pure nervousness you felt before.

Your next stop is the Madisons, a couple with three kids who are a few years younger than you. You hope to god the kids are shut away the way you used to be, because this will be embarrassing enough without them seeing you.

Danny walks up to the front door while you and Jessica hang back, but when he rings the doorbell and Mr. Madison opens he steps off to the side, leaving the both of you in full view.

"Uhm... trick or treat?"

You can hear your voice shaking, but you force a smile.

"Hi girls! Happy Halloween!"

At first you think he's wearing some kind of werewolf costume with a ripped shirt and furry arms and chest, but when Mrs. Madison joins him in the doorway you she sees dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood so he must be the Big Bad Wolf.

"Happy Halloween Jessica and Jennifer! And you too Danny, don't think I don't see you lurking there behind the door."

Danny steps out with a grin.

"Happy Halloween Mrs. Madison."

She kisses him on the cheek and you see her hand slip inside his tights.

"Aw, are you spent already? I was hoping for a ride this year."

You see Danny blush even as his grin grows even wider.

"I guess you'll have to make do with a treat?"

He holds up his bag, but she pushes it away.

"Not so quick there, cowboy. Let me have a look at what else is on offer first."

She gives him another kiss before letting him step off to the side again.

You're starting to relax a little - you've spent a lot of time at their house babysitting their younger children, and they've always been nice to you. And you can't deny that Mark is handsome, something even the wolf fuzz on his face can't hide.

You take a tighter hold on Jessica's hand and pull her forward. You're not sure if it's the devil costume making you bolder or if you just have more of a thing for Mr. Madison than she does, but it seems you have to take the initiative here. She follows you forward, repeating your previous "Trick or treat?" in a breathless voice.

"Let me get a good look at you two! Aren't you just the cutest couple!"

"Thank you, Kelly."

The Madisons have always insisted that you use their first names (except that one time when their son Brandon managed to set a fire in the living room while you were babysitting him and Tilda and you were busy with the flooding Tilda had caused in the bathroom), and they're good friends with your parents so you've always felt safe with them.

But right now things feel different. Kelly and Mark are exchanging looks with each other and looking at you and Jessica in ways you're not used to, and Kelly's touching you - your neck, your arm, the top of your chest - in a way that's both exciting and a little frightening.

"Which one do you like better, honey? The saucy devil or the sweet little angel?"

Her question nearly makes your heart stop as everything suddenly becomes very real - you're going to have sex with your neighbors right here on their porch.

"What kind of question is that? You know I'm all about the sweet, pretty girls."

Mark gives his wife a big wolf grin and kisses her cheek. She gives him a satisfied smile in return.

"Then I guess this hot devil is mine."

She looks like she's about to ask which one you are, but then she shakes her head.

"I think it's better if we don't know which is which."

You quickly nod, then swallow hard as Kelly draws a finger down your cheek, then pulls you in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm and you feel like you're melting when she pulls you close.

Then she's all over you, but not in a bad way. Not like Mike Wankerman that time you made out with him after the Winter Dance, not like a clingy, grabby octopus with clammy hands who grabs hold of your boobs and butt and constantly tries to get in between your legs. Kelly's touches are soft and gentle, but her hands and lips are constantly moving, stroking, caressing, kissing, just barely touching your lips, your neck, your arms, your thighs, your hands, your shoulders; heating up your whole body without giving you a chance to think or be afraid. She clearly knows what she wants, but she's drawing you to her rather than pushing you.

And it works. God, it works! Before you know it you're returning her kisses, your hands hesitantly touching her before she guides them to where they want to go, showing you that you're allowed. When she starts kissing down your neck and over your collarbone you're almost panting with expectation, and when she tugs down the top of your bustier to free your breasts to the balmy evening air and then her lips your blood is pounding in your ears and several other places. When you feel her mouth on your nipple you gasp, pulling her against your chest even as her hand slips in between your legs, up under your short skirt.

You hear yourself moan, then recognize it's not you but Jessica. Through misty eyes you look over at your twin sister sitting on Mark's lap, his mouth on her breast as his wife's is on yours. She glances over at you and you realize you've just made the exact same sound. Her face looks like an exact reflection of how you're feeling - excited, aroused, nervous, but not afraid.

Kelly doesn't rush you but she keeps the initiative, showing you what to do, whispering words to you that you've never heard outside giggling whispers in the locker room, but from her they don't sound dirty - well, not dirty in a bad way.

When she kneels before you to put her mouth on your pussy you're already wet and so very ready for her. She doesn't lick you like the boys you've been with, like it's something she's expected to do or something she's doing to get you to do something for her later. No, she's doing it because she's enjoying it, because it's something she wants to do, because she loves it. When she whispers up to you that she loves the taste of your cunt - that's the word she uses, and she makes it sound so good - you absolutely believe her, and it nearly makes you cum.

You hear another moan from your sister, and when you look over at her she's still on Mark's lap but now she's facing him, rocking back and forth with his hands on her ass and her angel wings waving in the air, and when she raises herself so he can suck her breast you can see his cock slide out of her. When she starts to ride him more aggressively Kelly pushes a finger inside you, sending a line of fiery arousal up through your navel, her hand keeping pace with your sister's bouncing ass.

You've never been with a woman before outside some half-drunken fumbling make-out at the end of a party or two, and you realize you've never been with anyone who knew what they were doing. But Kelly knows. Oh god, she knows! She does things with her mouth and fingers you didn't believe were possible, and when you cum it's a moment of unbearable tension followed by an amazing release, like your whole body becomes a knot that falls apart at a slight tug. She's licking and sucking your clit, two fingers working inside you, bringing you pleasure you've never received from a boy's dick or your own hand or even the shower head.

She doesn't stop when you cum, but keeps going and going until you can't stand it anymore and have to pull away. When you do she rises to her feet smoothly, pulling you into a soft embrace and letting you tremble in her arms as you come down from the intensity of the experience.

When you start to collect yourself you look over at Jessica and Mark. Your sister is still riding him, faster now, moaning every time she lets herself fall down over his lap to take him inside her.

Kelly pulls your attention back with a kiss.

"Do you want me to..."

You trail off, unsure how to continue as you're not nearly as bold with your words as she is.

She gives you a warm smile, adjusting your wig a little.

"From the sounds of it Mark will soon be done with your sister, so I think I should let you go on your way. You'll get a chance to reciprocate some other day."

You can't quite decide if you're disappointed or relieved that your first time eating pussy won't be with Kelly on her front porch on Halloween and now you can't believe you just thought that, but before your feelings have time to fight it out you hear Jessica cry out as she cums on Mark's cock. You turn to watch as she writhes on his lap, her legs twitching as he pushes her down on his lap by her hips, fucking her through her orgasm.

When she slides off his lap he's still hard, his cock glistening with her juices. You have to tear your eyes away to look at your sister, her face shining with a silly blissful grin as she pants for air.

Kelly leads you over to Jessica and you go to sit beside her, holding her as she catches her breath. When you glance down at Mark's hard cock he gives you a wink and a proper wolfman grin, but Kelly grabs hold of his shaft before you can decide if he wants you to do something.

"Don't worry about this, girls. There will be some other trick-or-treaters along soon to take care of him."

Mark makes a fake sad face, then kisses her cheek.

"She's right. This is your first time, you should only worry about enjoying yourselves. Us old folks will get ours soon enough."

Kelly barely has time to open her mouth for a faux-offended remark before he continues, "I was only referring to the general 'us', of course. Not you, sweetie. You're as young and beautiful as ever."

Kelly rolls her eyes but she still looks pleased and returns the kiss.

As Kelly and Mark start to get their costumes back in order, Danny bounds up onto the porch again, chewing one of the candy bars from his bag and putting his phone away. Apparently he didn't want to just stand around while his sisters were fucked to orgasm on your neighbors' porch, which you think is fair enough.

He helps Jessica get her halo back on straight, obviously making a whole series of crude remarks about fallen angels the whole time, while Kelly straightens your wig and horns.

"You don't need to wait until next Halloween before coming back here, you know."

She gives you a soft, lingering kiss, and you feel yourself melt into her arms all over again. When she lets you go you stammer an answer that doesn't quite mean anything, but she just smiles and brushes her fingers down your cheek.

As you walk away you take Jessica's hand, both of you breaking out big grins as you meet each other's eyes.

"Wow."

"Yeah, you can say that again."

"Okay. 'Wow.'"

She punches you in the arm at the bad joke and even from behind you can see that Danny's rolling his eyes.

"So, do you girls want to continue on or head home?"

You look at Jessica who hesitates before tilting her head a little and shrugging slightly. You feel the same way - you're not nervous anymore, but you're also a bit overwhelmed and after the Madisons anything else is likely to be a letdown.

You raise your eyebrows and make a small gesture towards your house, and Jessica nods.

"We can go home", you say in chorus.

"Cool."

Danny walks ahead of you, giving you some time to absorb the experiences you've had before returning home. You see another group of two boys and two girls dressed up as witches and vampires over on Creek Street, exchanging waves with them as they go up to one of the houses there.

As you walk along the hedge separating your front garden from the street you hear a cry from the other side, and when you turn into your driveway you see Mindy Marsh from your class bent over the bannister around your front porch in some kind of fairy princess costume, your dad in his lumberjack costume standing behind her with his hands on her hips, obviously fucking her. She cries out again and then he does too, apparently cumming inside her.

All three of you reflexively make retching sounds and hurry for the kitchen entrance instead, unwilling to get any closer to that scene than absolutely necessary.

"I guess it's not Halloween unless you've seen something truly horrible."

You and Danny break out laughing at Jessica's deadpan delivery, then she joins you as Danny imitates Mindy's orgasmic cries.

You put your bags of candy bars on the kitchen counter, then hurry up the stairs as you hear another group calling out "Trick or treat!" as they come up towards your house, your mother going out to meet them.

You're already looking forward to next Halloween.