Salem, October 1, 1992, 30 days before Samhain day or All Hallows Eve
I lay there trying to wake up and it takes forever. You know how when you wake up from a deep sleep, and are trying to get out from under the think layers of sleep and fog. Well, that is what I am trying to do.
I try to figure out what has awakened me from this deep sleep. I listen to the movements and sounds of the old house. Then the scent of fresh brewed coffee hits me. I always love that smell in the mornings. I look over at my clock and groan. It is only 7 fucking o'clock in the morning, and a Saturday morning at that! I roll over and decide to go back to sleep. There is no way I am getting up this early, if I can help it.
I vaguely remember the erotic dream I had right before I woke up. I have had the same fragmented dreams for as long as I can remember. It always involves the same 2 people. It seems so real. This time, they are again in bed, performing oral sex on each other. They appear to be around the same age. What is the weirdest part is that I feel like I am the guy, but I am a girl, so that's impossible, right?
As I got older, the scenes got more intense. Lately, the dreams have grown disturbing. The period, if I am not mistaken, is somewhere in the late1600's. The only other person I talk to about the dream is my twin brother. When I first started having them as a kid, I told it to Robin. It turns out he had the same dream. I make a mental note to ask Robin if his dreams have changed like mine.
I am a firm believer in reincarnation and believe that this may be me in a previous lifetime, but why is Robin having them too?
Dad traced our family all the way back to farther than the Salem Witch Trials, to the founding families that started Salem. You can say we are pure-blooded. We are also Wiccan. Dad traced his and Mom's parental ancestry to a brother and sister, Calvin and Charity, whom the town burned for being witches and having an incestuous affair, thus no one mentioned them in the Salem Witch Trials. The town burned them, instead of hanging them, because of the incest. It was immoral and the town did not condone that stuff. Dad and Mom found out that they were distant cousins.
Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the grandparents raised the surviving twins of this affair. The town assumed that these were younger children of the grandparents. Those twins went on to live a long life. The girl twin had lots of children, although she had no husband. The town turned a blind eye to this fact, due to guilt over the previous burning. They feared the beginning of another persecution. Her brother had taken on the job of helping her raise the kids and support her. Many suspected that the brother was the father. They lived their lives together from day one and died just minutes from each other. People said that they could not stand being apart, both refusing to marry. Even in death, they went together. Dad told us this when we were 9.
Our mom died in a car accident and burned to death when we were 7. We started having the dreams after that tragedy, since we witnessed her death. Mom got us to safety, and then went back to the car to retrieve a pendant that she had left in the car that was a family heirloom. They passed it down from mother to firstborn daughter for generations. Just as she reached the car, it blew up.
The eerie thing is that we found it at home later lying on her bed. We always wondered if she had left it or had she put it there before going to the Summerlands after her death. We intended to go to a special ceremony, at which both Robin and I were to receive a valuable heirloom that every first born daughter and first born son received for generations in our family. Robin was to get a ring from Dad. Dad waited for us there, as he had to prepare for the ceremony.
I think of the dream and try to fall back asleep, hoping to finish it. Just as I fall back a sleep, something jars me awake again.
"Son of a mother fucking, cock sucking, whoring bitch, what in the hell keeps waking me up; I hate fucking mornings!" I scream.
My black cat, which is lying on my feet, looks at me with scorn and hisses at me. She, like me, does NOT like mornings.
"Sorry, girl, but something keeps waking me up. Let's go see at what it is," I stretch, climbing out of bed.
I grab my robe off the hook on my door and slip it over my naked body. I should be home alone, but around this mad house, you never know when someone will pop in. I leave it hanging open. It's not as if they don't know that I sleep naked, or that I like to walk around that way. Everyone has seen me nude. I watch my familiar stretch and slowly climb off the bed, not at all happy with being disturbed. She then follows me, as I pad barefoot down the plush carpeted hallway towards the kitchen. If I am going to have to be up this early, I need some caffeine. I opt for coffee this morning, instead of my usual soda.
Who am I you ask? Well, I'm Marian and my 21st birthday is in 30 days on Samhain or, as most people now a days call it, Halloween. I just finished school at the local Tech School. Robin, my twin, just finished school there, too. I live at home with my dad and twin brother. Then why am I going around naked in front of my family? We all do, we are nudists at heart. We try to keep it within reason. When we have friends over, we try to keep clothed; this is why I have my robe on. You never know who will be here.
Dad is at work. He has his own business building and repairing computers. He is also the family historian. He hopes that Robin and I will take over the company one day. I'm not sure if Robin will, but I know that I am eager to start working there full time. Robin is not much into the tech stuff; he feels more at home with his head buried in a history book or some computer game.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love history as much as he does, but there is more to the world than talking about some old, dead Roman Emperor. I roll my eyes thinking about it. I like reading about it, but I don't go around spouting off Roman trivia all day long. I could care less who this guy was, or why someone decided to kill him and why my brother disagrees with it.
Sophia decides I am taking too long and runs ahead of me towards her food bowl. I hate mornings and am like a walking zombie until I have some caffeine or sex to wake me up. Since sex is out right now, I choose caffeine. Why is sex out? Well, we, Robin and I, are becoming the head of our coven and the High Priest and High Priestess on our birthday. Dad told us that we are to remain virgins until we do. So oral or anal are all we get, and I just dumped my most recent boyfriend. Well, I wouldn't say dumped it was more as if I scared the living daylight out of him. I laugh to myself, as I remember the look of horror on his face as I threaten to have all kinds of stuff done to him.
Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I was telling you why I knew I was suppose to be alone. Robin is going to Janet's house this morning. I know you want to know who Janet is. Well, she is his long-time girlfriend of 3 months. Yeah, yeah, I know 3 months isn't long, but if you knew Robin, you would know that for him it is. I don't want to start on Janet, but I hate the bitch. She is nothing but a tramp. The only ones dating her are those looking to score. She has also destroyed many relationships. She gets off on breaking up couples, and then discarding the guy like yesterdays trash.
I walk past Robin's room and notice that the door is ajar. Robin leaves his door closed when not at home. I look in and see that his bed is still in disarray. It looks like 2 people slept in it instead of one. Ahhh, he must have been what woke me. Looks like "the bitch" called it off again. Well, I will talk to him and see what is up after I have some coffee. I enter the kitchen and stop short. Robin is at the counter, wearing only boxers and pouring 2 cups of coffee.
I stand there and watch him put extra sugar and cream in one. That must be for me. I am the ONLY one around here that uses that much cream and sugar. I sit down at the table and wait until he turns and comes over. He turns around, smiles at me, and hands me my cup.
"Damn, Marian, did you plan to sleep all day?" Robin grumbles.
I look at the rooster clock on the wall, and then point out, "It's only 8 in the fucking morning. You are lucky I'm even up."
"Not really," he smiles with a devilish smirk.
"Okay, out with it, jerk-off, so I can exterminate you now, then go back to fucking bed and salvage the morning while I still can," I retort.
"Out with what?" Robin inquires with a fake innocent look.
"Don't pull the angel act with me, Robin. I know you too well. What did you do to wake me up and why the hell did you wake me up? Couldn't this wait until when I want to be up?" I state with mounting exasperation.
"Come on, Sis, I need to talk to you. Okay, I kind of slammed a door to wake you. I waited to see if you would get up the first time. After you went back to sleep I gave you a little more time. I then did it again. I hoped that this time you would get up. If you hadn't, I was going to use a water gun the next time," Robin confesses, giving me his best puppy dog look.
"You kind of slammed a door? Why the hell didn't you just wake me up like normal people do?" I inquire of him.
"If I had done that, you would have kicked the shit out of me, NO thanks! I still have bruises from the last time you hit me for waking you up." he beams, thinking he out smarted me.
"Well, I might still do it," I try to give him my best infuriated look, "Okay, what did the 'tramp' do that cost me my morning slumber?"
Okay so maybe I'll let him off this time, but he had better not make it a habit. I really hate having my mornings disturbed.
"The 'tramp', as you so graciously call her, tried to proclaim that I got her pregnant one night when I was drunk, and that she wanted me to support her and the infant. After I pointed out that I NEVER have sex with her, just oral, demanded to know what the hell was up, (of course, I had to use a little threat of physical brutality) she admitted that she knew it wasn't mine, but some dude's from a party 3 months ago. She said that she couldn't tell her family the truth of the father's identity, so she hoped that I would fall for the story," he steams.
"So, that is why this relationship lasted that long. I began to wonder why you were still seeing her," I observe.
"Well, she tried to say that she loved me. After a couple of weeks, I began to believe her. I am tired of fooling around. It is just an endless list of girls. I barely recall their names months later. I'm tired of being extra careful not to go too far and have sex before our 21st birthday," Robin opens to me.
"You are almost 21, so why do you want to settle down now? We have years left before we need to start a family. No one is rushing us, Robin. Not many boys our age have those thoughts," I inquire of him.
"I know I'm not being rushed. I just want a steady girl. I'm not saying matrimony. I just want someone who really cares about me. Not because I am good at oral sex, or can help them get A's in school. I want someone that really knows me, not the persona I show the world," Robin clarifies to me.
I sit there and digest what he has just revealed to me. That does not surprise me. I know that he is soft inside and that there is more to him than what he shows.
"I too, long for a significant relationship," I think to myself, as I look back on my list of boyfriends. None last for more than a week or 2 at the most. It is like trying on new jeans. It is hard to find one that fits just right. I take a big swig of the coffee that has grown cold and grimace.
I stand up and head over to the coffee pot to warm my coffee up, "You want more coffee?"
"Yes, please," Robin looks down at his cup and notes that it is empty, "Look, I'm sorry I woke you. I just needed someone to talk with. You are the only one with whom I can really be this open. Hell, I can't even talk to Dad about this kind of stuff. It just doesn't seem right, you know. I know that he would listen and even offer to help; I just don't feel right about talking to them about this kind of stuff. They don't understand me like you do."
"Robin, I know what you mean. You think I talk to Dad about how good or how bad a date was? I know that I can walk around naked in front of him and you, but talking about relationships and sex. Well, that is another thing all together. You are the only one that I talk to about that stuff," I point out, "Don't worry about waking me. I'll get over it. Look at it this way. I have a head start on my day. Now I can do more writing and computer fun."
"You mean more 'porn' stories to write. Thanks for the coffee," Robin declares.
"What's wrong with porn? Besides, you do too. Hey, I'm starving; you want steak and eggs? There is slice of steak left from last night that we can split," I offer, after hearing my stomach rumble.
Without waiting for him to respond, I pull out the steak and eggs. I then ask him to get the hash browns from the freezer and put them in the oven. As he does that, I season the steak and put in on the gas grill. I love the stove Dad bought. It has a grill that does a superb job on steaks.
While that is cooking, I turn around and look at Robin. He is very handsome. He stands about 5'11 and weighs around 180 lbs. I love his flaming red hair and dark brown eyes, the same as mine. Then he turns around and flashes that dazzling smile of his, showing all of his pearly white teeth. I glance down and see his boxers tenting out. It makes me wonder what has made him hard. Then I remember that I have my dressing gown hanging open.
I mumble an apology about his problem and start to tie it shut, wondering why I am doing this. I have never been self-conscious about giving him or seeing him with a hard-on, or for that matter any guy before. Hell, you would think that this is the first hard-on I have given him. It is not. I have seen many that I have caused. Most of them have come from bending over to get something when I didn't know he was looking and a few when I knew he was. I laugh to myself at that one.
Robin glances down at his hard cock and looks at me as if I had grown a second head, "What are you apologizing for and why are you closing your dressing gown? Are you feeling ok? You have seen me with a hard dick and you walk around naked all the time. Come on Sis, take off the robe, and get comfortable. If I get too horny, I'll just jerk off for you."
"I don't know what came over me. After what we just talked about, I just suddenly felt very self-conscious about getting you hard. I care very deeply for you and hate the fact you may be hurting for any reason," I respond, "Speaking of which, are you still having those dreams? Mine are turning distressing sometimes. I feel like someone is persecuting them. I also get the feeling that she is pregnant, or was at other times, though no babies have shown up. You know, I wonder if I listen to Dad's accounts about his family history too much."
"Sis, I'll be fine, so get comfortable," Robin walks over to me, untying and removing my robe, "Yes, I'm still having them. Mine are also turning sinister. You know, when Dad told us what he found out about the twins in his family during the Witch Trials. It didn't surprise me that their betrothed burned them for incest instead of witchcraft. Although that was a factor, they just used the incest instead. Especially since by that time the governor was stepping in. You know, I am starting to think that we are those 2 people, Marian. Why else are we dreaming about the same people?"
I walk over and lay my robe on the back of the chair. As I do, he takes off his boxers. I turn back to flip the steak and think about what he said. I know that I dream about our past life, or at least suspect it, but the twins from our family history. I think about asking Dad if he has any pictures of them. When he became the family historian after Mom's death and researched the family history, he might have come across pictures from the era. I do remember he mentioned a curse that the twins put on their betrothed.
"I know that we are reincarnated. What makes you think we were brother/sister in our past lives; that we are the ones from Dad's family? If so, why have we chosen to be twins again? Are we supposed to do something that we didn't get to do the first time? Has the Goddess given us a second chance at love that we missed out on then? What about their or our babies, if what you say is true? What are we to do?" I question.
I put the eggs on to cook and plate up the hash browns that Robin sets on the counter. Once I finish cooking the eggs, I place them on the plates. Robin removes the steak from the grill and cuts it for us. He places the bigger slice on his plate and gives me the slightly smaller piece.
I take our plates to the table where Robin pours us milk and juice. We sit down and start to eat, thinking of what we are afraid to be the truth, and each wondering what we are to do now if it is. I think back on the dreams that I have had and try to piece them together. Yes, it makes sense. I do believe what he says is true, but how to know for sure? Samhain is only 30 days away. That day, we are going to perform a special Ancestor Ritual for Samhain to honor all of the family members that died during the "Burning Times." That may give us the answers we need.
"I don't know, Marian. I wish I had the answers. All I know is that the more I have these dreams, the more I feel like I missed out on something. I can't explain it. I just have this gut feeling that we are they; that we have a second chance. We can't pass that up. You know our beliefs in reincarnation. We chose this family and these parents for a reason. We wanted to have what they took from us the last time. I believe that we are soul mates. Normally, the only times that we have glimpses of our past lives are when we are in the Summer Lands between lives. I think that this time we received a glimpse of our past lives to right a wrong," Robin comments.
"Perhaps you're right, but I don't exactly know what to do about it. I mean, breaking a taboo once was apparently dangerous enough. It's not as if we could expect well wishes from the community this time, either! Of course, they can't burn us for it this time, but they can still shun us for doing it. Then again, we've never cared much what people think about us anyway," I react to his declaration.
"I will be brutally honest right now, Sis. I don't just think of you as my sister. My feelings are not that different from those we might have had for each other in that past life. Why do you think that I have enjoyed our little teasing so much, despite having to jack off in order to get rid of my blue balls? Can you honestly say that you don't have the same sort of feelings? Why else do you flirt so much and try to get my attention so much?
"That's not even counting your reaction to all of my past girlfriends. You haven't exactly welcomed any of them with open arms. For that matter, I haven't been too thrilled with your boyfriends, especially Darrel Foghorn. That guy has 'wife-beater' written all over him. He's a controlling sociopath," Robin tells me.
"Well, I kind of scared that jackass off myself. He accused me of being a 'devil-worshipper' when I told him I am a Wiccan, so I threatened to put a hex on him," I reveal.
"We don't do that! Marian, you know better! We have a little rule that says 'harm none'! Whatever we do will come back to bite us in the butt!" Robin yells with some irritation.
"Yes, I know that, but he doesn't! It shut him up, after all. It was fun to watch the look on his face when I said that. I told him that I would make his dick shrink and never get up again, amongst other things," I giggle.
"I half-wish that you could do that. Darrel doesn't deserve to fuck anyone. He's too much of a bully. The only sex I'd wish on him, if I could do so, is prison sex at the hands of a bigger bully. The idea of him walking funny for a few days cracks me up. Now, will you answer my question about your feelings about me? You seem to have evaded it so far," Robin remarks.
"Yeah, I have those feelings, Robin. I just... I don't know... I'm just kind of embarrassed about it, I guess. Have you ever thought that might be partly the reason why we go through so many boyfriends and girlfriends? We're trying to find something that we'll only find with each other. It just scares us to admit it. Yeah, I delight in watching you get a hard-on. I usually think about you jacking off while I watch you or I start to think about giving you a good BJ," I finally admit to him.
I watch him stand up and take the plates that we finished to the dishwasher and load it. He turns around and looks at me. My heart quickens at the look of unmistakable desire. He slowly walks towards me. I glance down and see that his cock had gotten fully hard. He appears to be around 9 inches, long and fat. My mouth waters, as I imagine what he would taste like. Some lingering memory swears that I have tasted him before, but that is impossible. Nevertheless, as he walks towards me, my body calls out to his, as if it has already sampled that which I am envisioning.
He stops in front of me and simply holds out his hand to me. I look at it and then back up into his brown eyes. I know what he wants. I know what we will do. I also know what we will save for the ceremony. I know I should refuse and say no, but I can't. A part of me refuses too, some part of my brain that says you have already done it.
I reach out with my shaky hand and put it in his. He pulls me up and pulls me into his arms. I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. I feel his cock lay hard against my stomach. He stands at 6'1" compared to my 5'5". I laugh as my familiar purrs, as she rubs herself against us while circling our legs.
"Sophia, go lay down, can't you see we are busy?" I say to my cat.
She just looks at us and then walks away with a flip of her tail. She can be such a Miss Priss at times.
"I still don't see why she won't mate with my Merlin. I don't see what she has against him. They would have beautiful babies," Robin pouts.
"You can't force someone to love you, or your cat in your case," I point out.
"Well, I can put a spell on her," Robin threatens.
"Don't you dare," I tell him firmly.
"Yeah, I know. I won't, but I do hope she will mate with him when she goes into heat. What is the use of having 2 pure-blooded Persians with papers, if we can't mate them and sell the kittens," Robin continues to pout.
"Just give them time," I reply.
"I am, but on a different subject. I can't wait any longer to have you. The dream I had last night has left me needing you now. I want to taste you. I have resisted this pull for as long as I can. Come let's give into this temptation. I promise not to take your virginity before the 31st," he states, leading me into his bedroom.
As we walk toward his room, a million things are going through my brain, but what stands out the most is how much I really need him right now. I feel my pussy getting wetter at just the thought of him sucking me, and me taking his huge cock down my throat. We walk into his room and he leads me over to his bed. Ignoring the disarray of the bed, I sit down on it. I watch him as he walks across the room and relights the fireplace. We have one in each bedroom and in the living room. He then closes the curtains, which darkens the room. It suddenly reminds me of last night's dream. I unexpectedly realize that it is in this room that my dream took place.
"I can see by the look on your face that you feel it too. When I woke up this morning, I swear that I could smell your scent on the sheets. I think a lot more is going on when we dream than we originally thought. You look so beautiful by the light of the fireplace. Lay down for me, please. I must have you now. I can't wait anymore," he states.
I lie back on the bed and watch him close the bedroom door. Now the only light is what the fireplace is casting off. I turn over to my side as I remember the girl lying in. I watch Robin's eyes widen even more and his cock harden to the point that it looks very painful. He walks over to the bed and stands there looking at me. I roll over onto my back and part my thighs, knowing what he sees and somehow I know exactly how he feels right now. I hear his breath quicken. I want to ask him to hurry up, but somehow I know he must do this on his own. It is as if we are reenacting the dream, only different, and this time we are both awake.
This time it is my turn for my breath to quicken, as Robin lies down beside me and leans over to inhale my feminine scent. I remember from the dream how intoxicating it is. I lean over and inhale his musky scent. I can't resist any more. I have to taste him. I have to see if I really know what he tastes like. I flick out my tongue and lick the precum seeping out of the opening in the head. I feel him flick out his tongue and do the same to me. I stretch my legs out as far as I can, inviting him to explore more.
"Oh yes, please more. I have to have this now! Please! This is pure torture," I implore of him.
"You want more of what, my cock or me eating you? I can't wait to feel you engulf my cock," he places a pillow under me, lifting me, and enabling everything to be at his disposal.
"Both!" I cry out.
He plays with my pussy and gently inserts first one finger then another. I buck against him, wanting more. After his fingers are wet, he pulls them out and runs them around my anal opening.
I grab a hold of his hips, which are right above my head, and pull him down to me. I then engulf his cock. Oh Goddess, it does taste just like I knew it would! I was surprised that I had no trouble taking his full massive size, but then on another level I knew that I could. The more we were doing, the more I started to wonder if we had been sleepwalking while he dreamed.
He inserts his fingers into my ass and starts to suck me hard. I don't know how long I can hold back. I want to cum right now, but I also want to wait for him to cum. I pick up speed and suck him faster. I gently roll his balls between my fingers and lightly squeeze them. I can tell he is getting near to the edge too. I buck my hips as he finger fucks my ass and sucks my pussy.
I quickly take his cock all the way to the base and suck hard as he pushes it further down my throat. I love him with all my being and know that I will never want another person in my life but him. I have never felt this way about anyone else. When I think I can hold out no longer, he tenses and erupts, sending buckets of cum down my throat. I let loose and finally cum. For the first time in my life, I squirt. He quickly latches onto me and swallows every drop, just as I do him in return.
I have been so caught up into the moment I don't even realize he has added a third finger into my ass. I suck his deflating cock clean as he cleans my pussy juices up. I lie there on the bed, as my heart rate tries to return to normal. I feel him pull his fingers out of my ass and watch him turn around in bed. He leans over the edge and grabs some baby wipes to clean us up.
"Wow that was incredible! It is as good as the dreams are, but yet different," I respond with a shaky breath.
I don't even dare try to stand up right now; instead, I snuggle up to him and lay my head over his beating heart, as he wraps his arms around me. I know we have to talk about what is going on. I know we have to decide how to find out the truth and decide what we are going to do. I even know that we will explore more before we leave this bed, but all I can do right now is drift off to sleep. Right before sleep overcomes us, I feel our cats jump on the bed and curl up together. Just maybe we will have kittens after all.