Stevie's big sister, Alyssa, was a bit of a snotty bitch while possessing the dual qualities of being both a show-off and a tease to a very high degree. Worse still, much to both Stevie's irritation and delight, was how Alyssa seemed to take extra special pleasure in showing off for both him and his two best friends, Edgar and Francis.
Sadly, despite knowing they had no chance with her, all three of them, had major crushes on Alyssa. They were all eighteen years old and highly inexperienced when it came to girls, as most nerds were.
For Stevie, it was especially complicated, as his infatuation was the kind of all-consuming, hopeless crush a younger brother might develop for his hot older sister.
Alyssa, now twenty-two, was secretly working her way through college as a stripper--a fact unknown to her parents; and with her looks and attitude, she seemed ideally suited for the job.
She possessed an impressive mane of platinum blonde hair that framed a pretty face whose main feature was a pair of dreamy, doe-like, light brown eyes. In addition, Alyssa possessed a flawless, perfectly tanned complexion and a sultry, voluptuous figure. Her tummy was flat, her thighs nice and muscular, but it was her outsized tits that were her body's most prominent feature.
Not afraid to casually show them off when her parents were out, which was a lot since they both worked in excess of fifty plus hours a week, Alyssa thrived on the attention she received from both her little brother and his two nerdy friends. It was her tits, more than anything, which had captured the hearts and minds of Stevie and his two best and only friends, Edgar and Francis.
Unbeknownst to Alyssa, Stevie knew she worked as a stripper at Club Diamond because Edgar's older brother, Phillip, had seen her performance one recent late summer night. Knowing that his younger brother was infatuated with Alyssa, Phillip, as any good self-respecting older brother would, made sure to brag about seeing his brother's crush naked.
After Edgar heard from Phillip about Alyssa's impressive performance up on stage as a stripper, he naturally shared the news with his two best friends. All three of them, being admirers of her physique, would have eagerly snuck into the club one night to see her show--if not for the Club Diamond's over-twenty-one age restriction.
Instead, as September turned to October, they relied on their imaginative minds to picture what Alyssa and her alluring figure might look like in person.
One boring Saturday night, a week before Halloween, Francis--the imaginative one--devised a bold plan to catch a glimpse of Alyssa's beautiful naked body, finally.
After kicking around Francis's plan for a day or two, Stevie, who was the key to the whole thing working, eventually agreed to go along with it. His curiosity about his sister and desire to impress his friends outweighed his reservations.
Stevie waited until Saturday afternoon to approach his sister with the first step of Francis's plan.
He caught her alone in the kitchen and opened with what he hoped was an attention-grabber.
"Hey Alyssa, I just found out a juicy little secret about someone. You wanna hear it."
Alyssa sighed before turning to him. Dismissive as always to her younger brother, she snapped, "No, not really?"
"It's really juicy, Alyssa, my secret that is."
Alyssa, hitting her little brother with her most sarcastic smile, snapped, "What kind of juicy secret could a nerd like you have, Stevie? Oh wait, did you, or one of your stupid friends, finally score with a chick?"
"Hmm, No, but thanks for the sarcasm. I will have to remember how to use that same cutting sarcasm the next time you ask me for help in completing one of your assignments for Pinewood."
Alyssa was taking classes at Pinewood Community College to become a Certified Nursing Assistant. Over the past two years, she had often come to her bright younger brother for help with challenging assignments.
This was typical for them--Stevie had helped Alyssa with homework since she was in high school and he was in junior high.
Remembering this inconvenient fact, Alyssa quickly softened her tone. "Fine, you're right. I'm sorry."
Plopping down at the kitchen table, Alyssa added, "Let's hear your juicy secret, little brother."
Stevie settled down across from her at the table, and as he attempted to keep his eyes off her chest, she was wearing a super-tight T-shirt, he launched Phase One of Francis' plan.
Dropping his voice to a low whisper, he said, "I know you are a stripper, sis?"
Alyssa's pulse quickened; she hadn't expected to hear that her little brother knew her secret.
"You haven't told Mom and Dad, have you? Please, they will freak out if they find out I'm a stripper."
Stevie resisted the urge to smile, as he liked the slightly desperate tone in his sister's voice.
"No, I haven't told them, but your secret is not entirely in my hands, Alyssa."
"Who else knows then? And how do you know? I mean, the club I work at is twenty-one and over, so..."
"Edgar's older brother saw you, and he told Edgar, who, yeah, told me and Francis."
"So just you and your ner..." Alyssa cut herself off abruptly, as she was going to say 'your nerdy friends' before deciding she better cool it on the insults. "So just the three of you know?"
"Yes, well, and Phillip, but he was only in town for the weekend before flying back to his job out in California, but anyways, me, Edgar, and Francis won't spill your secret if you do something for us."
"Wait... are you blackmailing me, Stevie?" Reaching out, she used one hand to stroke his face. "Come on, Stevie, that's not like you. You're always so sweet with me."
"I am sweet, Alyssa. But lately, it feels pretty one-sided."
"Well, what do you want, Stevie?" Alyssa prompted.
"It's what we want, actually."
"We?"
"Yeah, Edgar, Francis, and me."
"OK, what do the three of you want?"
"Just a little favor."
"What kind of little favor, Stevie?"
"We want you to babysit tonight. Edgar's mom and dad are out of town for the weekend, and he is supposed to be watching Melissa."
"Melissa... that's his little sister, right? She is what... like five or six years old?"
"Melissa is four and really easy to babysit. We have something important tonight, so can you help us out? It's got to be someone we trust, or Edgar won't agree."
"Stevie, I'd usually say yes, but it's Halloween and I have a party I am supposed to go to."
"We could be back by ten, so you can still make your party."
Alyssa sighed. "Yeah, but the party is across town and I'll be late."
"We'll pay you, and I'll help with your assignments for the next three months."
"How much will you guys pay me?"
"Say like, two hundred dollars?"
Alyssa looked unimpressed and shook her head firmly no.
"Three hundred?" he offered.
"Five hundred."
"Four hundred now, and I have the cash with me."
Stevie pulled out his wallet and dropped four one-hundred-dollar bills on the table, then fished a joint from his shirt pocket. "You can have this, too. It's really good stuff, Alyssa."
"Wait, you have weed, Stevie? Where did you get that from?"
"Edgar lifted it out of his older brother's stash this morning. It's part of our offer."
"I guess you know I smoke weed, huh, Stevie?"
"Yeah, I'm not clueless... like Mom and Dad."
"OK, deal," Alyssa said, scooping up the cash and joint. "But you have to promise all three of you won't say anything about my secret. And what about trick or treating? Will I have to take her?"
"No, Edgar is going to take her around early, so that will already have been taken care of."
"So deal?" Stevie said
"Yeah, deal, but you guys better keep your word and say nothing."
"Don't worry, we will, and you should smoke the joint, like tonight after putting Melissa to bed."
"Why?"
"In case you want to buy a small bag or something of the stuff. That way you'll know how good it is before you go to your party."
"A small bag... Jeez, how much did Edgar steal from his brother?"
"Just enough for us to have a little, but not so much that he will notice. I only tried a little, Alyssa. It's really good."
"I didn't know you smoked weed, Stevie," Alyssa said, genuinely shocked. She'd always thought of her nerdy younger brother as being completely straight-laced.
"If it's that good, maybe I should wait until my party, since I gotta drive and I really don't like driving when I'm stoned."
"Yeah, true." Stevie pulled out two twenties. "Cab fare, both ways. So you won't have to worry about driving stoned. Try it. If you like it, you can get more from Edgar when we get there, before you head off to your party."
"OK, sure, I'll try it."
Stevie got up from the kitchen table, eager to report to Francis and Edgar how perfectly Phase One of their plan went.
Halloween Night 8:38 pm
Edgar lived two streets over from Stevie, and as the three of them walked the dark, lonely street toward Francis' house, they noted how the trick-or-treating had pretty much dried up already for the evening.
"OK, time to get into our costumes and then put Phase Two of our plan into action," Francis told his two co-conspirators.
"You did put them out, right? And the voice modulator, too?" Stevie asked as they approached Francis' house.
"Yeah, they're in the garage. You called your sister already, right?" Francis asked him.
"Yeah, I called her from my house right before I left."
"And what about the joint. Has she smoked it yet?"
"She took her first hit right before I called. She was smoking as we talked."
"And she already put my little sister in bed, right?" Edgar asked.
"Yeah, she told me she sent her to bed around eight fifteen," Stevie told his friend. "So we should be in the clear, right, Edgar?"
"Yeah, my little sister..." Edgar grinned. "She always falls asleep right away, and once she is asleep, she's out cold and could sleep through a hurricane, so we're good. But remember, if she wakes up and comes downstairs during our plan, we'll have to scram right away. Got it."
"Of course," both Stevie and Francis sang out as they slipped into Francis' garage.
The gang's de facto leader, Francis, wore a Ghost Face costume with a voice modulator so he could do all the talking, while Stevie dressed as Michael Myers in a blue jumpsuit and white mask. Edgar, after some indecision on what to wear, finally decided on a Jason Voorhees costume.
After picking up the weapons they had stashed earlier that afternoon in the garage, the trio headed out.
They crossed the street and headed toward Edgar's house, where they imagined Alyssa would be relaxing in the front living room, watching TV and getting stoned.
After making a quick phone call to one of her friends, advising her she would be arriving at the party around eleven or so, Alyssa settled down on the sofa to smoke some more of the joint.
After taking a pair of small tokes, Alyssa smiled as she was catching a nice buzz thanks to the weed being as good as advertised by her little brother.
As she sat there, enjoying her nice buzz, it came to her how she might have a bit of teasing fun with her brother and his two friends once they arrived to relieve her of her babysitting duties. Hopping up from the sofa, she grabbed her overnight bag, which contained her Halloween party clothes for later that evening, and went to the downstairs bathroom.
In the bathroom, knowing she'd have an audience later in the evening, and ever the show-off, Alyssa decided her casual outfit needed an upgrade in the sexiness department.
She had entered the bathroom, dressed casually in a pair of dark sweatpants, a loose-fitting white T-shirt, and a dark green button-up sweater. After exiting the bathroom, she had replaced the sweat pants with a tight blue jean skirt and added a pair of white thigh-high stockings.
Before putting the green sweater back on--feeling naughty, after all, it was Halloween--Alyssa removed her bra from under her white T-shirt.
But after checking herself in the mirror, she was disappointed that her loose-fitting T-shirt significantly detracted from her overall sexy appearance.
Well... why not? Alyssa thought as she admired herself in the mirror. If you are going to tease them, do it in spades.
Smiling at her reflection, she quickly took off the sweater and T-shirt, and after packing away the shirt, she put the green sweater back on.
"There, that's better," she said after leaving the top two buttons of the sweater undone, allowing a bit of her tremendous cleavage to be put on full display.
8:55 pm
Alyssa was once again relaxing on the sofa, anticipating how her little brother's two friends--and even her brother himself--would react when they arrived.
The fact was, Alyssa had long suspected the three of them suffered from having secret crushes on her. Knowing it was probably not really all that nice, but simply unable to help herself, Alyssa did nothing to dissipate said crushes on her.
Of her three secret admirers, Stevie was the one she enjoyed teasing the most... maybe because he was her little brother, making the teasing all the more exciting simply because of its naughty nature.
9:02 pm
Alyssa was buzzing nicely while relaxing on the sofa when the front doorbell echoed throughout the quiet house.
As she hopped up to her feet, a trio of loud voices yelling "trick or treat" rang out from the porch. Alyssa sighed; earlier, she and Melissa had been busy handing out candies left and right, but shortly after eight pm, the flood of trick-or-treaters had quieted down to a mere trickle, and after another ten minutes, had pretty much died off completely.
Alyssa opened the door and smiled at the older trick-or-treaters. "Thought all the little monsters had gone home already," she said to them with a smile.
The one in the Ghost Face mask replied, in a modulated voice, "Yeah, all but us."
Alyssa smiled. "Cool, you even have the voice-changing thing. You sound just like the villain dude on Scream."
"Got his knife too, little girl," he said as he flashed a large eight-inch carving knife.
Maybe if she weren't stoned, the large, menacing-looking knife would have caused alarm bells to start clanging in Alyssa's head. Instead, the Ghost Face character flashing his, all too real, knife only made her giggle before she opened the door wider.
"Hmm, that is a big knife, but..." she cooed, "I'm not such a little girl, you know?" Wanting to underscore the fact she was not "a little girl," Alyssa smiled at them before thrusting her chest out.
"Oh yeah, I think the babysitter puts the treat in trick or treat," Ghost Face replied before turning to his partner and saying, "Don't you think?"
Stevie, his nerves on edge and his eyes stuck on his sister's chest, barely nodded his head yes as Alyssa turned to grab some candy from the bowl still sitting there by the front door.
"So I'm right? You are babysitting, huh?" Ghost Face said as she dropped a pair of small candy bars in each of their orange pumpkin-shaped baskets.
"Yeah, but not for much longer."
"Parents be back soon?" Ghost Face replied while wishing Edgar would hurry up with his part of the plan.
Just as his friend was hoping he would hurry up, Edgar was then wrenching open the panel door on the electrical box around on the far side of the house.
Scanning it, he finally located the switch to turn off the power in the downstairs part of the house.
"No, not my parents, this is not my house. My little brother and his dorky friends are coming to take over babysitting for me. Should be here pretty soon, I hope..." Alyssa said just as she started to close the door.
"Wait, can... can the pretty babysitter give us some more candy... Please, since we are the last trick or treaters you're probably going to get tonight, and no use saving it," Ghost Face said while silently cursing Edgar for taking so long to kill the power.
"I suppose," Alyssa said with a sigh. "Yeah, no use saving it right?"
After scooping out the four remaining bite-sized candy bars from the dish, she dropped two each into their baskets, where they landed with a dull thud.
"Thanks," Ghost Face said just as the lights all went out, plunging the downstairs into darkness.
"Oh shit, the power just went out, I gotta go see about this..." Alyssa said as she started to shut the door.
Stevie, wearing heavy work boots, jammed his foot in the door, just in time to keep it from shutting, as Ghost Face took a step forward, ramming the door open further with his shoulder.
"Hey, what are you two doing?" Alyssa squealed as she was caught completely off guard, staggering backwards into the house.
There was just enough light, streaming in through the front picture window from the street light directly outside the house, for Alyssa to see them as they stepped inside.
Slowly, not in a panic as she was too high to do that just yet, Alyssa backed away from the front door. One of them slammed it shut while the other darted over to the picture window before yanking the curtains closed.
"What do you want... Are you trying to scare me, huh?" Alyssa calmly told them while trying to keep a lid on the rising panic that was just now beginning to worm its way through her hazy buzz.
When they didn't respond, she continued to back up toward the kitchen slowly. There was still some light coming down the stairs from the upstairs hallway light she left on for Melissa's sake-- in the unlikely event she woke up and had to use the bathroom-- for Alyssa to make out the intruders' dark outlines as they stood, just inside the house and past the front door, unmoving-- thus far.
She took another step back before quickly turning, intending to make a mad dash into the kitchen before grabbing the phone and calling 9-1-1. Her mad dash lasted for all of three steps as she ran smack into another intruder.
Edgar, after flipping the breakers for the downstairs, continued around to the back of his house. Using his key, he unlocked the door that led from the backyard to the kitchen and let himself in.
He was emerging from the gloom of the kitchen when Alyssa suddenly turned and ran smack into him.
"Hey," she squealed as Edgar pushed her, causing her to tumble backwards, and into the onrushing Ghost Face and the other white masked character.
"Let go!" she whined loudly as the three of them manhandled her over to the sofa before roughly pushing her down. Usually, she would have put up more of a fight, but the half of joint she smoked had dulled her senses to the point where she had very little fight left.
"Better be quiet, as you don't want to wake up whoever that is you are babysitting, little girl."
Alyssa was actually thinking about screaming then, but quickly nixed that idea as the only one that might hear her was Melissa, and what help would she be?
Instead, she decided maybe she could bribe her way out of this mess. Looking up at the three of them, she said, "Please... I... I have a lot of cash. A bit over four hundred dollars, I mean... take it and leave."
Ghost Face looked at his two companions; all three of them slowly shook their heads in the negative. "We don't want the babysitter's cash... we want something else."
She noted how the three of them seemed to be staring directly at her chest, causing something-- a quiet excitement, perhaps--to begin to take hold of her heart. As they continued to focus their collective attentions on her chest, Alyssa sensed that maybe her three masked intruders wanted something a bit naughty in nature, and if she gave it to them, she would not be harmed.
The thought caused a cold chill of exhilaration to crawl up her spine, as Alyssa had always possessed a bit of a forbidden fantasy about being "taken advantage of" by multiple young men.
Ghost Face plopped down next to her, and as she shrank back from him, he brought his knife up to her throat while the other two just stood there dumbly looking on.
In the semi-gloom of the living room, she could just make out the dark outline of the blade advancing toward her, but as she started to raise one hand in an effort to push it away, the Michael Myers character reached down and grabbed her hand.
"Relax, and I won't have to use this," Ghost Face hissed at her before carefully pressing the sharp edge of the blade against her neck.
Alyssa did as instructed, immediately falling limp before whispering, "Yes, yes, see I'm relaxed..."
Ghost Face withdrew the knife from her neck just as he spied the fat joint her brother had supplied her with earlier, sitting there in the ashtray on the coffee table.
"But not relaxed enough still. Maybe this will help though..."
The joint was about half of its former size, and as he handed it to her, he said, "Light it and take a big hit or two. Do it now."
Alyssa took the joint from him, then grabbed the lighter and fired it back up, taking a significant hit, but after only a second or two, she nervously blew the smoke out.
Her rebuke came quick as Ghost Face snapped, "Take another hit and this time hold the smoke in..."
"OK, OK," Alyssa responded, taking another enormous hit from the potent joint. After holding the smoke in for as long as possible, she blew it out.
"Much better," Ghost Face told her as the other two nodded their heads in approval.
"Please, I need something to drink. Holding the smoke in that long hurt my throat."
"Good idea," Ghost Face said. Standing up, he gestured to Jason for him to come nearer. They moved slightly away from the sofa as Ghost Face whispered to him, "Do your parents have any alcohol to drink?"
"Just beer, probably. My dad drinks it all the time."
A minute later, Ghost Face was handing Alyssa a cold bottle of beer. "Here... take a big drink of this, and then you are going to take another hit, and after that you are going to take off that sexy little skirt of yours for us."
"I guess you guys are trying to get me wasted, huh?" she said as she took the beer.
"We could do worse than get the babysitter wasted," Ghost Face growled at her before flashing the knife in her face.
"Well, when you put it like that, getting wasted on beer and weed is not so bad, I guess," Alyssa responded as she shrank back from the knife being flaunted in her face before taking a couple of large swigs from the bottle of beer.
"Good... we understand each other," Ghost Face told her.
Reaching down, Jason and Ghost Face yanked her to her feet. "Now take off your goddamn skirt."
Alyssa glanced at them nervously; they were arranged around her in a small semi-circle and as she slowly stripped off her skirt she could feel their greedy eyes upon her.
The three of them all nodded their heads in approval at the exquisite-looking white lace thong panties Alyssa was wearing under her slutty little skirt.
Ghost Face gently pushed her down onto the sofa before he settled down next to her. Leaning in close, he whispered, "The truth is, we just want you to relax some more, is all... and then we'll leave after you show us a little something more."
To emphasize his point about relaxing, he picked up the joint and handed it to her.
Alyssa took another significant hit from the joint, once again holding it in, as they all continued to do nothing but stare at her. Picking up the beer bottle, this time of her own accord, she followed up her hit by taking three large swallows of cold beer, causing her buzz to be ratcheted up to the point where she was, in fact, getting wasted.
"What else do you want me to show you?" she asked, even as she had a fairly certain idea of what they really wanted to see.
Ghost Face looked at his two companions, and after they nodded, he leaned in closer to her.
"The three of us got lucky in trick or treating tonight in finding the pretty babysitter all alone."
"You did?" was all her drug-addled brain could think of as a reply.
"Well, it's Halloween... The night for tricks and treats, and since we tricked our way into your house, you must now be a good hostess and provide us with some treats."
"What kind of treats?" she warily asked.
Ghost Face gestured for Jason to sit down on the opposite side of Alyssa, and after he squeezed in next to her on the sofa, the final act of their wicked plan was about to be put into gear.
"Big treats, nice and round, and very tasty, I imagine. Now you should be relaxed enough from the beer and weed to... to unbutton that pretty green sweater of yours for us."
Alyssa took a deep breath; indeed, she was feeling pretty buzzed, hesitating only slightly before bringing her fingers up to the top button of her sweater.
She briefly looked around at them; they were all three staring directly at her chest-- just as she started to unbutton her sweater slowly.
Taking her time, Alyssa carefully unbuttoned the five large buttons that ran up the middle of the sweater, allowing it to part just enough to show off a considerable vertical length of her perfectly tanned chest.
Ghost Face nodded at Jason; reaching out, they both carefully gripped her sweater and slowly began to pull it open.
As her sweater was being pulled open, Alyssa brought her hands up, covering her exposed breasts some from their greedy eyes.
"Put your goddamn hands down," Ghost Face barked at her as he stared greedily at her chest.
Alyssa, knowing his proclamation would soon be followed by the threat of the knife, warily dropped her hands.
There was a long moment of silence, then as the three of them stared at her. Ghost Face was on one side of her and Jason on the other, while the third one, the one in the white mask and jumpsuit, must be Michael Myers, her drug-addled brain told her, stood in front of her.
All of them, from their respective viewpoints, did nothing more than ogle at her large breasts.
ing how the three of them were utterly mesmerized by her tits, Alyssa, thanks to being so buzzed, maybe, easily slipped into her teasing stripper personality.
"You like them, boys, huh... I can tell?" she whispered as she gave them a fetching look.
Speaking the truth for the three of them, Ghost Face quietly said, "God, they are so big and beautiful."
The other two nodded their heads eagerly in agreement. After all three of them did nothing more than continue to gaze longingly at her chest, the one in the plain white mask reached over, grabbing Ghost Face by the arm.
Alyssa pulled her sweater closed as she watched, curiously, while the three of them retreated across the living room.
Soon, they were engaged in what appeared to be a rather heated, whispered discussion.
"Look, guys," Stevie said, "We saw my sister's tits, just like we planned, just like we wanted to, so now we can go."
"No way, dude. I want more," Francis snapped at him before lowering his voice. "I mean, look at her. She is wasted so I'm thinking maybe we can do anything we want to her... and then leave."
"That's not part of the plan, though," Stevie complained.
"Plans change," Edgar said as he glanced back over at her. "I mean, God her tits are fucking fantastic and I ain't leaving until I, at least, touch them."
"Me neither," Francis quickly added.
Knowing how stubborn both his best friends could be when they got an idea stuck in their collective heads, Michael told them. "Fine, you guys cop your feels, and that's it, and then let's go. I'm going to go wait outside on the front porch, so hurry up."
"Why are you going outside?" Francis asked.
"Maybe because I don't want to see you taking advantage of my sister like this. We were only supposed to see them and nothing more."
"Yeah, well, like Edgar said, plans change, and it's not like we are going to hurt her at all, dude. We will be very gentle, for sure, but I gotta get a quick feel of those puppies, dude... sorry."
"Just fucking hurry. Remember, I told her we would be here by around ten thirty," Michael told them.
Checking his watch, Francis replied, "It's only nine forty, Stevie. We got plenty of time till ten thirty."
"Fine, but still I don't want any part of this," Stevie whispered as he opened up the front door. "I going to wait outside on the porch so just hurry and then let's go."
Edgar and Francis, both smiling under their masks, nodded at each other before turning and heading back to the sofa. They stopped just short of the sofa only to find that not only had Alyssa pulled her sweater shut, but she had also buttoned it back up.
Barking at her harshly, Ghost Face said, "Unbutton your goddamn sweater again."
Alyssa sighed as the reached up to start to unbutton her sweater but before she could even get past the first button Ghost Face told her, "Hey, stop. I got a better idea."
"You don't want me to unbutton my sweater now?" a surprised Alyssa asked. Thus far she had gotten the top button undone and no more.
They both nodded no before reaching down and yanking Alyssa to her feet. Ghost Face moved around so he was facing her while Jason maneuvered around so he was standing behind her.
Leaning in close, Ghost Face whispered to her, "Be compliant with us and we will be very gentle with the pretty, big titted babysitter. Understand?"
Alyssa quickly nodded her head in agreement.
"Now close your eyes and keep them shut as we both want some nice kisses from you so we'll have to take off our masks."
"OK," Alyssa said as her eyes fluttered shut. Then it hit her drug addled mind as her eyes few open.
"Where is the other one? The one in the white mask?" Worried about Melissa, she snapped harshly, "He better not have snuck upstairs and is there with Melissa! I swear if any of you touch her..."
"Shhh, Melissa is safe," Ghost Face cooed in her ear. "He is outside on the front porch standing guard so don't worry about him."
"Well I would feel better and more relaxed, like you both want, if you give me a minute to go check on her anyways."
When they both looked at each other instead of answering, Alyssa upped the ante. "I promise when I get back downstairs to not resist as you guys do... you know... whatever you want to me."
"Do whatever we want... and you won't resist?" Ghost Face anxiously asked. "Promise."
"Yes, I promise but only if you both promise to be, you know, gentle with me in whatever you do to me."
Ghost Face and the Jason character both looked at each other before eagerly nodding their agreement.
"Alright, so go with her, follow her up the stairs, make sure she doesn't get lost," Ghost Face said to Jason.
After buttoning her sweater up, Alyssa floated over to the stairs, she was really high, before carefully gliding up them with Jason in tow. Outside of Melissa's room, she turned to him, "Wait here... I'll just be a minute."
Alyssa quickly checked on Melissa. She was sleeping, peacefully as ever, totally dead to the world.
After exiting Melissa's bedroom, she found the Jason character anxiously pacing the hallway, waiting for her. Grabbing her arm, he guided her back down the stairs and to her wicked fate.
Ghost Face was waiting impatiently for them at the bottom of the stairs. "So is she alright and sleeping peacefully?"
"Yes."
"So our agreement is still intact?" Ghost Face asked as he reached out, grabbing her around the upper arm.
"Y-yes," Alyssa nervously answered as they both propelled her back into the front living room.
"Bring her over in front of the sofa," Ghost Face told his companion.
Once they reached the sofa, Ghost Face told Jason, "Hold her hands behind her back and make sure she stays still."
Leaning in close to her, Ghost Face whispered in her ear, "Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so and don't let me catch you trying to peek at us or it will be very bad for you. Understand?"
Squeezed in between them with one at her back, and the other in front, Alyssa was in no position to do anything but comply as she stammered out her nervous affirmation to keep her eyes closed.
Closing her eyes, she felt her sweater being unbuttoned, one slow button after another, before she felt it being carefully pulled open.
There was a quiet moment with nothing happening other than her having an acute sense that they were both staring, quite greedily, at her tits.
A hand touched her face, gently turning it back before she felt a tender kiss on her lips, and then another as her face was turned back the other way.
"God, you are so beautiful," Ghost Face whispered in her ear as the other one nuzzled her neck from behind.
"Thank you," she whispered just as she felt both their hands beginning to fondle her breasts.
Letting out a soft sigh of relief that they were, thus far, being gentle with her as promised, Alyssa felt her nipples becoming erect as one of them slowly flickered his fingers over them as the other cupped her breasts, squeezing them tenderly--just as she loved.
Their kisses, soft and tender, floated down to her neck and throat as the affectionate fondling of her breasts continued with a relentless and soft desire that showed no sign of abating anytime soon.
Despite the circumstances, Alyssa found herself slowly getting turned on by their tender affections to the point where she found herself whispering encouragement to them.
"You guys really like the babysitter's big tits, huh... I can tell."
"Yes they are both exquisite and grand and utterly beautiful like you," Ghost Face whispered in her ear just before turning her face toward him.
Their mouths came together then as they shared a smattering of light airy kisses.
Dropping down on his knees, Jason carefully hooked a pair of fingers under the waistband of her panties before slowly pulling them down.
Alyssa put up no resistance as she felt her panties being pulled down, and then off of her, just as Ghost Face arced his tongue deep in her mouth.
Without thinking about it, she responded by letting her own tongue go, and as her kisses with Ghost Face turned from tender to hot and passionate, Jason began to work a finger in and out of her already wet cunt hole, making her squirm as she stood there.
Dropping his hands down, Francis started to knead her tits with increasing passion as their kisses continued unabated.
Edgar was staring at her pussy with growing desire as he started to work his fingers inside of her, most eagerly now, just as Francis dropped his mouth down to her chest.
Alyssa, totally submitted then as she let her head loll back, just as she thrust her chest out, offering up her tits to their greedy mouths while floating along on a warm buzz of weed, wine, and passion.
The soft rain of gentle, sloppy, and most passionate kisses on her boobs, by both of them now, as Edgar rose to add his own greedy mouth to the mix, was making Alyssa moan helplessly with pleasure.
She felt both of her nipples being assaulted by a pair of wild and playful tongues as her soft moans increased in intensity. Circling her super-sized areolas, their tongues playfully assaulted her nipples with such passionate intensity that Alyssa's knees were about to buckle.
"Please, guys. I need to sit down before I fall over. Your kisses are making me weak."
They both pulled back before putting their masks back in place as they guided her over to the nearby sofa.
"You can open your eyes now and sit on the edge of the sofa, on your knees, facing us."
Alyssa complied, settling down on the sofa on her knees. Dropping her hands to her thighs, she stared up at them as they both stood there in front of her.
"What do you want me to do now?"
Ghost Face was quiet for a moment before he said, "Do you have any suggestions?"
Alyssa thought for a brief moment. She would obviously have to make them both come, as she could only imagine how hard they must be after what just happened.
"Hmm, if you get my purse, I... I could put some lotion on my hands and give you both nice hand jobs."
Ghost Face, spying her purse sitting on the end table next to the sofa, reached over and grabbed it before handing it to her.
Alyssa fished the lotion out of her purse, watching curiously as Jason whispered, quite spiritedly it seemed, in his partner's ear before they quickly separated.
Feeling lucky, or maybe disappointed, if she were being honest, that she might be able to get out of this by giving them both a couple of nice hand jobs only, Alyssa twisted the cap off the bottle of lotion.
But just as she was about to dump some of the lotion on her hands, Ghost Face barked at her, "Stop... don't put the lotion on your hands yet."
"You... you guys don't want a pair of nice hand jobs? I give good ones, you know."
Ghost Face quickly moved to the sofa before dropping down next to her. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, "Jason wants something a bit more than a hand job from the pretty babysitter, I'm afraid."
"What... what does he want?' she answered, both afraid and excited all at once.
"He wants to fuck those big tits of yours, but he doesn't want me watching or even in the same room while he is doing it, so here is what you need to do. First, tease him a bit, I know you can do that, and then yeah, encourage him, in fact, beg him to fuck your tits, and while he is doing it, you'd better make it as nice as possible for him. I will be in the kitchen, not watching, but listening anyway. At first, he is going to act all shy like while seemingly being reluctant to do anything... it is all part of the game, though, so you need to encourage him, to seduce him even... Understand?"
Alyssa sighed before nodding her agreement.
She watched Ghost Face leave before turning her attention to Jason, who was standing there watching her.
Holding her hands out to him, Alyssa said, "Come closer, Jason... so we can talk for a minute."
He stood there, just staring at her for a long moment before he slowly approached her.
"So your friend, the Ghosty Face guy, told me what you want to do to me." Thrusting her chest out for all its worth, Alyssa tilted her head seductively as she dropped her voice to a whisper, "I'll let you, you know... fuck 'em if you want. I mean... that's what you want, right, Jason, to fuck the babysitter's big tits?"
He nodded his head yes.
"Well first I have to put some lotion on them to make them easier for you to fuck so..."
Alyssa squirted a generous amount of lotion out onto her hands before slowly bringing them up to her tits.
Looking down, she concentrated on rubbing the hand lotion all over her breasts in long, slow circles. Glancing up, she gave Jason, who was standing there fidgeting something awful as he stared at her, a sly smile before patting the sofa next to her as she whispered, "Maybe you want to sit down next to me, honey, and help rub the lotion on my boobies?"
Again, he paused for a long moment before he slowly moved to the sofa and sat down next to her. Taking his hands in hers, she turned his palms up, before grabbing the bottle of lotion.
"Yeah, the babysitter's boobies are really big, honey, so we will probably need some more lotion."
After squirting a substantial amount of the lotion onto his hands, she slowly twisted her body toward him before guiding his hands up to her chest.
Pressing his hands fully against her boobs, she whispered, "Go ahead, Jason, and rub the lotion into my tits and, hmm, take your time if you want, as I don't mind if you play with them some as you are rubbing the lotion in."
Jason eagerly nodded his head yes as she started to enthusiastically run his hands all over her tits she dropped her hands down to her thighs and out of the way, giving him full access to her tits.
Having a sixth sense about such things and based on the nervous, hesitant way he was fondling her breasts, Alyssa leaned in close to him. Whispering in his ear, she asked him, "Is this the first time a girl has ever let you feel her up, sweetie?"She leaned back, waiting for his answer, and as he continued to carefully knead her breasts, he finally nodded his head yes.
"Hmm, you like them... they feel nice?" she asked just as he cupped them with both of his hands before bouncing them up and down playfully.
This time, there was no pause at all as he quickly, and most energetically, nodded his head yes.
She allowed him to rub the lotion in for a few more seconds before she whispered, "I think the lotion is all rubbed in nicely now, honey so why don't you stand up for me because I think it might be party time for you and that big hard cock of yours."
She smiled sweetly at him as he slowly climbed to his feet.
"Now turn and face me, sweetie, as the babysitter is going to unzip your jeans so she can see exactly what is going on down there."
Reaching out, she first undid his beltless black jeans before slowly pulling the zipper down.
Gripping both sides of his jeans and boxers, she gave a hard tug down.
Jason, quite naturally, was sporting a rather well-defined boner of relatively average size and length.
Giggling as she stared at his hard, twitching cock, Alyssa put a hand to her mouth before whispering, "Oh wow, there certainly is a lot going on down there, I see."
Scooting up to the very edge of the sofa, Alyssa turned her body so she was facing him squarely.
Reaching out, she slinked her hands around his waist, pulling him closer to her.
"Now just snuggle that big hard cock of yours up and in between the babysitter's tits, honey, and then I will do the rest... OK?"
Jason nodded his head yes as he used one hand to guide his throbbing member up and in between her tits.
Alyssa brought her hands up, placing them on the outer half of both her breasts before squeezing them together.
Jason let out a loud hiss as Alyssa's large tits quite literally swallowed his cock whole then.
"Hmm, you like that baby... like the way your cock feels between the babysitter's tits."
Jason let out an unintelligible grumble in response as Alyssa started to maneuver her upper body up and down slowly.
Easily, Jason's cock slid up and in between the well-lotioned valley of tit flesh. She smiled at him as she started to move her body up and down a bit faster, making him groan all the more.
Without giving it a conscious thought, Jason started to buck his hips up and down, causing his cock to spear up and down also. Yeah, fucking Alyssa's tits, his best friend's older sister's tits that is, was simply the most divine feeling Edgar had ever experienced in his young life and one that he had been fantasizing about for like... forever.
Reaching out, he used his hands to grip her shoulders to steady himself as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. In a vain effort to forestall the inevitable, and make the blissful feeling last as long as possible, he bit his lip hard.
It helped for all of about three seconds, maybe, as just as he bit his lip, Alyssa started whispering to him, adding fuel to the raging fire.
"That's it, baby, fuck my big boobies... go on... fuck 'em harder, sweetie... come all over them... please."
Her words, combined with the way he was uncontrollably pumping his hips up and down in time in near perfect accord with the way she was maneuvering her tits up and down, caused his orgasm to come rushing home then.
Alyssa looked down at her chest just in time to see his cock come popping out from between her breasts. Dropping her chest down, her tits swallowed his cock once more. Just as he let out a loud grunt, she felt a warm geyser of cum being released in between her mammoth hills.
Pulling back, she giggled at the cum dripping down and in between her tits.
Thinking her giggling meant he did something wrong, the inexperienced Jason quickly yanked his boxers back up before stuffing his still semi-erect cock back inside.
Unknown to Jason, Alyssa pretty much always giggled when she made a man come hard. It was just something she did and had always done. A weird quirk some might call it.
Rising to her feet, she told him, "I'm going to the upstairs bathroom to clean your mess up and I suppose you want to follow me so I don't get lost, huh?"
Jason nodded before slipping behind her as she climbed the stairs.
After getting cleaned up, the two of them headed back downstairs to find Ghost Face waiting for them.
"Did she make you come?" he asked Jason.
Jason nodded yes before pointing to the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's your turn to wait in the kitchen. Same as you. I don't want you watching me or being in the same room."
Taking Alyssa by the hand, he led her over to the sofa before pushing her down on it.
"Now that it's your turn with me, what do you want?" she asked, more curious than nervous.
Ghost Face slowly reached out before extending a pair of fingers. Tracing a line across her lips, he whispered, "Babysitter has a pretty mouth. I bet it's nice and warm."
"You want to find out how nice, how warm, honey?" she asked.
Ghost Face nodded his head yes as Alyssa reached out to him with one hand. Dropping her hand down to his crotch, she felt around from side to side until she came across his cock. Even through the black robe and whatever he might be wearing underneath, his manhood felt both big and super hard.
"You want to lift your robe, so I can... You know... get it out and put it in my mouth. That's what you want, right?"
After nodding his head eagerly, he used both hands to pull up the black robe. Underneath, he was wearing a pair of blue jeans and wasting no time, Alyssa quickly undid his jeans before pulling his hardness out from his simple dark cotton briefs.
She slipped off the edge of the sofa, crouching down so she was at eye level with his throbbing, hard member.
"Go on, put it in your mouth," he hissed at her. Reaching down, he tangled one hand deep in her pretty blond hair just as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
Taking him in her willing mouth all the way, Alyssa started sucking on him straight away, almost like a woman possessed.
Ghost Face groaned loudly as the babysitter expertly sucked on his cock. It was, in fact, his very first blow job, and, finally he was able to understand what all the fuss was about when it came to getting a BJ.
After letting his manhood fall out of her mouth, she held it upright with one hand as her tongue darted out, lapping at the sensitive underside of his cock just below the bulbous head.
Her tongue slithered up and down the length of his cock, licking and lapping slowly and then faster, causing him to let out a series of audible groans.
Suspecting he wasn't going to last long, Alyssa took his cock back in her mouth before sucking on it vigorously. Just as she suspected he would, Ghost Face, within maybe ten seconds or so, let out a loud grunt before filling her mouth full of cum.
Alyssa looked up at him, smiling sweetly as she swallowed his cum. "That was nice, huh?" she whispered.
Ghost Face, for the first time, seemed to be at a loss for words as he quickly stuffed his cock back inside his jeans before zipping them up and letting his black robe drop back down in place.
Two down and maybe one to go, Alyssa mused silently to herself while wondering if she would even be "forced" to perform for a third time, considering how she had not seen the Michael character, not even once, since she showed off her boobs to all three of them.
"Go sit on the sofa and wait there quietly," he grunted at her before disappearing inside the kitchen. A second later, Ghost Face and Jason were hurrying across the room, heading toward the front door.
"Leaving so soon... but you two just came," Alyssa said before giggling at her little joke.
Ghost Face turned before barking at her, "Just sit there quietly, we aren't going anywhere... just yet."
Alyssa sighed as she watched the front door being opened, and then left open, before they both slipped out. Jason positioned himself half in and half out of the door, presumably to keep an eye on her.
"All done with my sister, guys?" Stevie snapped irritably at them.
"We are, but now it's your turn, Stevie," Francis said quietly to him. "Go on inside... she'll let you do whatever you want to her."
"Dude, that's my sister," Stevie whined.
"Well, don't think of her like that... think of her as the hot babysitter you've had a crush on all your life."
"I don't have a crush on her," Stevie shot back defensively.
Edgar leaned out toward the porch as he added his two cents to the mix. "Dude, you've had a major crush on your big sister for as long as I can remember... stop lying."
"Yeah, Stevie, you know that's true..." Francis added, "Heck, if my sister looked like that, I'd have a crush on her too."
Stevie said nothing in his defense because, basically, what they were saying was true: he did have a major crush on his big sister--for about as long as he could remember.
Slipping an arm around his shoulder, Francis told his best friend, "So go in and have some fun with her. She will never know it's you."
"I don't know... Let's get while the getting is good."
"See, I knew he would chicken out when it came time to be with a girl for the first time," Edgar snorted sarcastically from the doorway.
"I'm not chicken!" Stevie shot back angrily.
"Then go in there and get some. We will wait here on the porch, Francis said before adding another biting comment, "Yeah, I'm sure you won't be long."
Chiming in again from the doorway, Edgar added, "She will have you coming quicker than anything, Stevie."
Stevie sighed, realizing Edgar's comment might be his way out of this without losing face. "That's the thing, guys. I mean, it's already late. Remember, I told her we would be here around ten. And it's already almost that, I bet."
Francis pulled the sleeve of his robe back to check the time on his wristwatch. "Shit, he is right. It's already 9:40."
"So, she will have his inexperienced ass coming in all of thirty seconds, I bet," Edgar added mockingly from the doorway.
"Yeah, whatever, dude, but here is the thing, if I were going to do anything with Alyssa, I mean, you guys wouldn't understand this, but I... I love her and would want to take my time."
"How sweet," Edgar snorted.
Francis was quiet for a long moment before saying, "I have an idea that could give you a lot more time, Stevie, and, plus, I can arrange it so that things will be nice and romantic for you with her."
"How are you going to do that, Francis? How can it be anything but... but me coming in there and forcing myself on her? That's not fucking romantic in the least."
"That may be the ultimate truth, Stevie, but perception sometimes counts more than reality does. Just leave it up to me, and I will create a nice, quiet, romantic atmosphere for you where the reality of the situation will be easily blurred if not totally forgotten."
"Yeah, I know you are a genius with your ideas, Francis, but no matter what, she is expecting us by ten... and if we don't show up, maybe she will piece things together about who is taking advantage of her," Stevie whined.
"Lean in and listen to me, guys... I got that covered, too," Francis, the master of ideas, said happily.
The other two listened closely as Francis revealed his master plan to gain them more time with the "pretty babysitter".
"Now hurry... here is the key to my garage. Let yourself in quietly."
"What about your parents. What if they hear me?"
"They won't, trust me, they go to bed like clockwork every night by nine thirty, and upstairs in their bedroom, they won't hear anything, especially since they will have the TV on. They always fall asleep with the TV on."
"Alright," Stevie replied as Francis impatiently shoved a single key into his hand. "Remember, the phone is on the back wall next to my dad's workbench and right next to the door leading into the house. You've seen it, right?"
"Yeah, yeah," Stevie muttered as he dashed off the porch, heading across the dark, quiet street to Francis' house.
Alyssa sighed impatiently as she could hear them having an animated discussion out on the porch. Although they were talking way too low for her to hear anything that was being said, she still got the idea they were arguing with the third one, the Michael character that had been waiting outside all this time.
Finally, Ghost Face and Jason slipped back inside the house, and after closing the door, they advanced on her quickly.
In tandem, they both plopped down on either side of her. "Well, this has been fun, huh?" Ghostface said.
"Yeah, I suppose for you two," Alyssa responded sarcastically as she wondered what they were up to. "But you know you guys should leave, as my brother and his two dorky friends will be here soon."
Francis winced under his costume at Alyssa's biting remark. Not surprisingly, Alyssa's comment had the same effect on Edgar, too.
"Yeah, you are right, I suppose, and we are leaving, but we just wanted to come back inside and say goodbye... Isn't that right, Jason?"
Jason solemnly nodded his head as Alyssa snapped at them, "Well, you said your goodbyes, and I gave you both what you wanted, so go now."
Ghost Face slowly got to his feet, knowing the phone call should be coming in any time now.
Alyssa let out a sigh of relief, then as Jason also stood up.
Just then, the phone rang shrilly in the kitchen, but when Alyssa did not attempt to get up, seemingly content to let it ring, he snapped harshly at her, "Better go answer that or it might look suspicious..."
Reaching down, they both grabbed one of her arms before yanking her to her feet.
"C'mon... and if you don't mind, we are going to listen in to make sure you don't say anything you shouldn't."
"OK, OK, I'm going, "she whined as they manhandled her into the kitchen.
"Hurry up and answer it," Ghost Face barked at her, "And hold the phone out so we can hear too."
"Fine," Alyssa muttered.
"Hello."
"Hi Alyssa, it's Stevie."
Alyssa paused as she held her hand over the phone, whispering, "It's my brother."
"Talk to him," Ghost Face snapped.
"Hey Stevie, where are you guys? You are on your way, right?"
"Yeah, about that, sis. Sorry, we are going to be late. Edgar's piece of shit car broke down, and we are stuck across town. We called a cab, but they are busy and won't be able to pick us up for like an hour or so... maybe longer."
Francis and Edgar both smiled under their masks as Stevie was playing his role in Francis's genius plan perfectly.
"Shit..." Alyssa said as she glanced at both of her captors. "So I'm stuck here and am going to be late to my party."
"Yeah, afraid so. We will pay you some extra money, you know, for the inconvenience, but really I doubt we will be able to make it much before midnight."
"Tell him it's OK," Ghost Face whispered to her as he gripped her arm tightly and began to squeeze it in a threatening manner.
"It's OK, Stevie... just... you know," Alyssa nervously stammered as Ghost Face and Jason pushed against her menacingly. "Get here when you can."
"Alright," Stevie said from inside Francis' garage. "Bye and sorry... for everything, I mean."
Alyssa hung up the phone as Ghost Face snuggled up next to her, whispering in her ear, "Good news, huh. It's not even 9:45 yet, so I guess you have some free time on your hands before your little brother and his dorky friends get here."
"I guess so," Alyssa replied with a sigh.
Taking a step back from her, he outlined what would happen next. "As you might have noticed, the third member of our little raiding party has not had any fun yet with the pretty babysitter. That needs to change, especially since the truth is, he, among all of us, has the biggest crush on the babysitter."
"He does?" Alyssa numbly asked.
"Oh yes. He has been admiring the pretty babysitter, from afar and very discreetly, for years, and now you are going to fulfill his utmost fantasy by seducing him."
"I am?" Alyssa answered in that same numb voice as she was still trying to get over the shock of her wicked ordeal not coming to an end, but instead continuing.
Ghost Face quickly stepped up to her before flashing the knife in her face. "I hope that was a statement and not a question, as seducing him is of the utmost importance... to you and that brat's survival upstairs."
Although Alyssa was ninety-five percent sure that the Ghost Face character's words were just that, words, and that he would not harm either her, but most especially Melissa, she thought it would be best to play along, as she could not dare take the risk, no matter how small it was, that he was not bluffing.
"Yes, I'll seduce him, so please put your knife away, I don't need your threats. I will do whatever you guys want."
"Good," Ghost Face said as he took a step back. "So this is what I want you to do. Unlike me and Jason here, whose attraction to you is based on nothing short of lust, Michael's attraction to you runs... hmm, much deeper. Please take your time seducing him and do it both sweetly and slowly. Understand?
"Yes."
"And you need to know this. Our friend Michael is very innocent and sweet. He just turned eighteen, and he never wanted to go along with my plan to, you know, come in here and take advantage of you, but we pressured him into doing so, and he agreed, but very reluctantly.
"But he was inside earlier when you guys busted in," Alyssa snapped back.
"What are you trying to say?' Ghost Face barked right back at her.
"I guess I'm just saying he can't be all that innocent if he, you know, he busted into the house, is all. Plus, he hung out, inside, and watched me take off my sweater."
"Yeah, well, by his own admission, he has been dreaming of getting a glimpse of those big fucking tits of yours for like forever, so I guess he couldn't resist being at least not so innocent in that regard."
"I guess not," she said quietly.
"But remember, after that, he has been waiting outside all this time."
"Yeah, I know," Alyssa said, wondering who this person might be with such an intense crush on her.
"Anyways, I know my friend well and know he is still a pure untouched virgin, coz he is basically super shy around girls, so you will have to use all of her sexy charms to guide him to the Promised Land and then seduce him."
"I can do that," Alyssa replied, "But if you want the pretty babysitter to seduce him, which of her... ahh, sexy charms, do you think your shy young friend is most attracted to?"
Leaning in close, Ghost Face whispered, "Your big fucking tits. I know for a fact he is obsessed with them and would love nothing more than to have a chance to get his sex starved hands, among other things, all over them."
Alyssa sighed deeply as Ghost Face led her out of the kitchen.
After entering the living room, instead of taking her to the sofa where her other wicked deeds had taken place, he was steering her toward the stairs.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked quietly.
"I did some exploring upstairs, so we are going to the last bedroom at the end of the hallway. Go in there, close the door, and make yourself comfy on the bed. Make the lighting soft and seductive and wait for him. He will be up shortly."
"Fine," Alyssa answered.
"Here you will need this," he said, handing her a purple satin sash.
"What is that for?" Alyssa asked as she took the satin sash from him.
"For when you invite him to kiss you, and since he won't be able to kiss you without taking his mask off, you'll have to put that on."
"Of course," Alyssa replied as she stuffed the sash in the sweater's side pocket before heading off upstairs.
She paused at the stairs. Turning, she asked, "Can I bring my purse. I might need it."
"Why?" Ghost Face asked suspiciously.
"I have lotion in there. Jason there knows how lotion can come in handy, for certain, hmm, activities."Jason nodded his head yes.
"I guess it will be OK. Go ahead and bring her purse to her, Jason."
Jason quickly scooped up her purse from the end table next to the sofa, and after bringing it to her, Alyssa headed off up the stairs.
Francis waited roughly a minute or so, long enough so Alyssa could get settled upstairs anyway, before hurrying over to the front door. Opening it, he peeked out to find Stevie back from his clandestine phone call and pacing nervously on the porch.
"Come on in, dude," Francis said to him after opening the door. "She is waiting for you."
"She is? You mean everything is all set. Your plan worked."
"Of course, it worked. So go on, we have until midnight," Francis happily told his friend, "but to save time, why don't you take the jumpsuit off and leave it here before going upstairs?"
"Yeah, good idea, I suppose," Stevie mumbled before stripping off the blue jumpsuit and tossing it over on the sofa.
Like he had been manipulated into some mad, wild dream, Stevie slowly climbed the stairs, barely believing he was going upstairs where his sister was waiting for him to seduce him.
Technically, this was precisely what Stevie wanted, considering the intense crush he had on his big sister. However, still, the wicked way he ultimately would be fulfilling his dark sexual fantasies about her left him feeling more than a little off-kilter.
Stevie took a deep sigh as he paused at the door to the room. It was Edgar's room, in fact. Finally, after saying a short prayer, he pushed open the door.
She was waiting for him, relaxing in the middle of Edgar's double bed. She was leaning seductively against the upper bedpost with a fetching expression on her pretty face as he paused at the entrance of the bedroom. Turning, he quietly shut the door and locked it.
"Come closer, sweetie," she purred.
The majority of the room was shrouded in dark shadows, with the only light coming from a trio of plastic Jack-o'-Lantern Halloween decorations scattered about the room.
Two of the Jack O-Lanterns were on each of the nightstands flanking the bed, while the third was over on the dresser across from the bed. The flickering LED lights inside the pumpkins cast dancing shadows throughout the bedroom, adding to Stevie's feeling of being stuck in a wild dream.
As he slowly crossed the room to her, he noted how she was holding her sweater closed tight over her chest. He moved over to the side of the bed where she was facing, stopping a few feet short of it.
"I'm glad you took that stupid jumpsuit off, honey, and didn't come up here with a knife or anything... trying to scare me, I mean."
Stevie shook his head no.
Patting the bed, she said, "Sit down on the edge of the bed and we can talk for a minute."
Stevie shifted uneasily before he followed her instructions and sat down, facing her, on the edge of the bed.
Remembering her instructions to seduce him sweetly, Alyssa started things off by saying, "So your friend, Ghost Face, tells me you have a little bit of a crush on me, Mikey?"
After a long pause, he shook his head no.
"You don't have a crush on me?" she asked.
Michael held his hands out, close together, before slowly expanding them wider and wider.
Alyssa, at First, anyway, didn't understand what he was trying to say before it hit her. "Oh... not a little crush, but a big crush, huh?"
Michael responded by shaking his head yes.
"Well, I like little boys with big crushes. It turns me on, you know. I bet you are from the neighborhood... or... maybe even one of my little brothers' friends even. He has lots of friends, you know, my little brother, and for some reason they all seem to come around more in the summertime."
Reaching out, Alyssa grabbed his hand before whispering, "Do you know why that is, Mikey?"
He shook his head no.
"Scoot a little closer, and I will tell you."
He moved forward closer to her as she, most deliciously, let go of the sweater, allowing it to open just enough to reveal a broad sample of her perfectly tanned chest, along with a nice slice of her inner boobs.
"It's because during the summer, I tend to run around our house in a vast array of sexy bikinis, which tends to attract some attention." She smiled at him before adding, "Especially from my younger brother and his little friends."
Fidgeting a bit, she was, after all, telling the truth; he did nothing more than look down.
"Hmm, so I am guessing you might be one of those friends, or, if not, one of the other older teenage boys from around the neighborhood who has had a crush on me from afar for years now?"
He shrugged his shoulders in response.
"Hmm, I know you can't tell me who you are exactly and honestly I don't want to know because..." Leaning in, she dropped her voice to a whisper, "It's kind of exciting being taken advantage of by masked intruders who will forever remain anonymous, especially when I know my masked intruders will never, ever hurt the pretty babysitter... if she remains compliant."
Stevie nodded in agreement.
"Promise you will never hurt me?"
He immediately shook his head yes.
"Good. I believe you. So tell me..." Reaching out, she stroked the side of his mask before whispering, "Can we talk about the crush you have on me?"
He paused briefly before nodding his head in agreement.
"You've had this crush for some time, I imagine."
Again, he shook his head yes.
"And you think I'm pretty?"
He nodded his head ys as his excitement, along with his cock, was growing by the minute.
"And you like the fact I have a pair of nice, big boobies?"
This time, he responded--immediately--with a vigorous nod of his head, yes.
"You wanna see them, sweetie."
Looking down, he shyly shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of non-committal.
"Hmm, I guess you really are shy... just like your friend said, but don't worry, I'm not shy, not in the least."
Carefully, Alyssa gripped the sides of her sweater before slowly pulling it open. Tilting her head down seductively, Alyssa whispered, "So do you like them, hon. You think they are pretty... like me."
Stevie let out a gentle sigh as his eyes crawled all over his big sister's set of massive, perfectly formed tits.
Finally, he nodded.
Still whispering, she said, "You would like to kiss me, I bet, huh?"
After he nodded yes, Alyssa reached into the side pocket of her sweater and pulled out the purple sash/blindfold.
"Do you know what this is for?"
He shook his head no.
"It's so you can kiss me, if you want that is, but, of course, you would have to take off your mask and since you can't risk letting me see you..." Holding up the sash, she added, "This is for me."
Reaching up, she carefully wrapped the sash around her head before adjusting it over her eyes.
After getting the blindfold in place, she reached out with her hands and, after finding his hands, she gently pulled him closer to her.
"Come on, sweetie, it's time you got to explore, fully, that intense crush you've had on me for so long."
After moving up closer to him, Alyssa brought her hand up to his face. "Come on, sweetie, don't be shy, you can kiss the pretty babysitter."
She heard him take off his mask; then listened to the soft thud as it hit the bed next to them.
Their mouths came together, and as they exchanged several light kisses, she could feel his nervous hands stroking the bare skin of her belly.
Finally, he started to kiss her more seriously. Wanting to add fuel to the growing fire, Alyssa slipped her tongue out, brazenly punching it deep inside his mouth.
Her kiss, bold and aggressive, nearly took his breath away before he recovered enough to let his own tongue loose.
She was quietly amazed at his reserve, as he had not even attempted to feel her up. "Go on, sweetie," she whispered, "you can touch them if you want. Here, let me help you."
Reaching down, she found his hands before guiding them up to her prodigious twin peaks.
He gave them several tentative, shy squeezes just as he let his mouth drop down to the side of her neck, giving it an array of delicate kisses.
As he tenderly cupped her tits, bouncing them affectionately up and down in his hands, it made her realize one thing, without a doubt--this one was different.
Unlike the other two, who treated her with such impassioned lust that she felt like nothing short of a sex object to them--to be used and mauled at their leisure--this one radiated a feeling of tender, loving care in everything he did to her.
If only he could talk to her, he would more than likely be whispering sweet terms of endearment to her, over and over again.
She guided his mouth up to hers once again, where they exchanged another long series of delicate, light kisses that only made her double down on her feelings about this one.
He flickered his fingers along her nipples, lightly, delicately, sending shivers of excitement up and down Alyssa's spine as she just loved having her nipples played with in such a loving, delicate manner.
Wanting more of his shy, loving passion, Alyssa pulled back from him slightly before wrapping a hand around the back of his head. His hair in the back was long and messy, just like my little brother's.
That unbidden thought, of course, it wasn't true, as he was across town with his friends, still enflamed her with forbidden passion, even as she gently pushed his face downward.
"Go on, sweetie, I know you wanna suck on the babysitter's big boobies," she whispered to him softly.
Alyssa leaned back on her arms, thrusting her boobs upward for both his viewing pleasure and to make them wholly accessible to his hungry, young mouth, waiting for his delicate storm of kisses to assault her mighty hills.
Michael stared, his cock growing to epic proportions of hardness. God, he had never seen anything as beautiful as her leaning back on her arms, her big, beautiful tits thrust skyward, waiting for his eager mouth to assault them.
After taking a long moment to admire the scene, he finally closed his eyes as he began to rain a series of soft, gentle kisses all over his sister's tits.
Finding one of her nipples, he slipped his tongue out, lapping at it delicately with a series of soft flickers. Bringing his hands up, he gently fondled her tits as his lips and tongue took turns assailing each of her breasts with a loving assortment of tender kisses.
Alyssa was starting to lose control as he seemed to know exactly what she liked. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she hissed to him, "Stop teasing me, honey, and suck on them, suck on the babysitter's big tits... like you have been dreaming like forever... show me how much you want them, how much you love them."
The damn burst then, as Stevie, encouraged by her words, started to lose control. His mouth flew from one breast to the other, showering each with dozens of sloppy kisses before his mouth latched onto one of her fully erect nipples.
Closing his eyes, he lashed his tongue out, circling the huge areola before he began to suckle on her nipple vigorously. Alyssa let out an increasingly loud series of moans as her tits fell victim to his loving assault.
Time seemed to stand still as Stevie became lost in all that gorgeous tit flesh. He might have continued to suckle on her breasts, for like forever, if not there finally came a knocking on the door.
Yanking his head up from her delicious tits. Stevie grunted before jumping up from the bed and crossing the room.
Alyssa, amused by the knocking, apparently, she was taking too long in her seduction efforts, rose up in time to see the Michael Myers character crossing the bedroom as he adjusted his mask back in place.
Stevie yanked open the door to find his two friends both there.
"What are you doing in there? What is taking so long?" Francis whined at him.
Stevie, overcome with lust and anger at having his alone time with the babysitter, aka his sister, interrupted, reacted most uncharacteristically.
"I will be done, when I'm done, now fuck off," he hissed quietly at them both before giving Francis, who was leaning forward, and trying to see past him and into the bedroom, a hard shove.
"Dude, what the hell?" Edgar whispered harshly as he saw Francis go reeling backwards from the hard shove.
The shout, and then the ensuing scuffle, as the three of them whispered harshly and pushed at each other, caught Alyssa's attention. She hopped up from the bed and started to cross the room to see what all the fuss was about.
Hearing Alyssa crossing the bedroom, Stevie stepped out of the room before shutting the door.
"I'll be done soon," Stevie hissed at them, "Now fuck off before I end this whole thing and tell her who we are."
"You would not do that," Francis snapped back.
"Oh yeah, watch me..."
Turning, Stevie yanked up his mask before turning to open the bedroom door--while praying they would not call his bluff.
He was starting to wrench open the door when Francis whispered to him, "Fine, you win, dude. We'll go back downstairs. We just wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Yeah, Stevie," Edgar whispered to him, "We were just concerned because you were taking so long."
Stevie let out a massive sigh, relieved they had not called his bluff.
Turning to them, he whispered, "I'm fine... I'm almost done --relax. I will be down in a minute, and then we can go."
Alyssa was waiting for him just on the other side of the door. Although she couldn't hear what they were arguing about, she was still thoroughly amused at the whole thing, as they must have been arguing about her, obviously.
"Is everything OK, sweetie?" she cooed to him.
He shook his head yes before she slinked up to him. "I think you guys were arguing about me, huh?"
Again, he shook his head yes.
"Hmm, I think maybe someone was being a bit protective over the babysitter... someone like you, honey?"
She watched, her amusement growing, as he stood there for a long moment, doing nothing, before he finally nodded his head yes.
"I like that... you being protective of me, Mikey."
She half-turned, falling back against the door while allowing her sweater to fall open.
Stevie stared longingly at his big sister's lovely tits as she whispered, "Yeah, I'm not lying, Michael, it really turns me on, you being so protective. Go on, baby, get physical with me, like you did with them, and let your lust for the babysitter run wild."
Fixing him with a sly look, she put one hand on her hip while raising the other over her head as she thrust those mighty boobs out at him.
"I will close my eyes and then you can lose control and suck on my boobies as much as you want."
Stevie was staring at her tits, his lust growing as she uttered those last fateful words. Finally, he snapped, giving in to his baser impulses--just like she wanted.
Grunting, he flung his body at her, using his hands to attack her tits as he shoved her back against the door. Noting how her eyes were shut, as she promised, he threw caution aside as he ripped his mask upwards before literally burying his face between those twin mounds of Alyssa's beautiful tits.
Alyssa grunted as she was pushed fully back against the door just prior to him burying his face between her tits. She kept her eyes shut as she felt her breasts being assailed with dozens of wet, sloppy kisses while at the same time he brought his hands up and began to knead her tits fervently.
She moaned loudly as he attacked her tits with his mouth, and now with his hands, with such wild, animalistic lust that it nearly took her breath away.
"That's it, baby... lose control... suck on them," she moaned as he started to suck on her tits with a beastly rage that she never knew any man could possess for her. The simple truth was, his raging lust for her big tits was turning her on immensely.
As his mouth suckled on each of her tits in turn, she felt him pushing his lower body against her. Feeling an immense erection inside his jeans, as he began to hump her like a dog in heat, only served to fuel her passion further.
"Take me... take me to the bed, sweetie... I'll keep my eyes shut... don't worry."
Stevie, fueled by wild, forbidden lust for his sister, reached down, picking her up easily as she let out a surprised yelp.
She had fully expected him to lead her over to the bed, but when she felt herself being scooped up in his arms and carried over to the bed, it only added fuel to her growing desire.
Reaching the bed, Stevie somehow managed to dial back his lust as he sat her down gently on the bed.
Adjusting his mask back down, he took a deep breath as Alyssa, eyes still shut, scooted backwards a bit before reclining onto her back, in the center of the bed.
Alyssa opened her eyes, preparing to look away quickly if need be, but he had already put his mask back in place --as he stood there, doing nothing other than staring down at her.
It was then that Alyssa knew, without a doubt, and at least with him, who was in total control. Yes, as long as she kept her requests reasonable, she doubted he possessed the willpower to resist whatever she might ask of him.
Letting her head loll to one side, she looked up at him with a seriously seductive look on her face as she whispered, "I think I know what you really want, sweetie."
He shrugged his shoulders in response, watching as his sister slowly spread her legs wide open.
Stevie took a deep breath as he beheld, in person and for the first time in his life, a woman's vagina.
"You want to play with the babysitter's pussy, honey... I'll let you," she whispered to him.
Stevie sat down on the bed before reaching out with one hand. Slowly, carefully, as if he was about to touch the world's most delicate object, he extended one finger out towards the soft, pink folds of his sister's delicious-looking cunt.
It was soft and wet, and felt like heaven as he carefully stroked the folds of her pussy.
"Go on, baby, put one finger inside me... and then work it in and out. Like this..."
Reaching out, she grabbed his other hand, bringing it down and in between her legs.
"Oh my God," Stevie muttered quietly under his breath as his finger easily slid up and inside of her.
She was soft and wet down there, and it turned him on immensely as he sat squirming on the bed.
Carefully, and with her hand as a helpful guide, he worked his finger in and out of her, liking the way it made her squirm.
"Oh God baby, you are turning me on so much... can you... can you please kiss me... down there."
Stevie only hesitated for a minute before dropping his face down between her legs, and after yanking his plain white mask up, he went to work on giving his big sister oral pleasure.
Slipping his tongue out, he explored the moist folds of her pussy, lapping at it gently before switching to giving it tender kisses up and down, and all around her wet gash.
He had never eaten a girl out before, of course, but he was a quick learner, employing the old trial-and-error method by doing different things while gauging how each made her react.
He found she especially seemed to like it when he gently lapped at the nub of her clit, as it made her squirm and moan some. Adding a finger to the mix, he worked it in and out of her while attacking the nub with reckless abandon by lashing his tongue out and over it, again and again.
Alyssa, amped up already by the night's wicked activities, soon found herself on the cusp of a mighty orgasm as her unknown assailant worked his tongue and lips all over her snatch.
"Oh God, baby... You are going to make me come... please don't stop," she whined as he continued to lick her clit lightly while finger fucking her with a greater purpose now.
Spurred on by her moans of delight, Stevie flickered his tongue out lightly over her clit, before flattening out his tongue and lathering it with an increasingly passionate series of delightful licks and small kisses.