Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2009 21:05:33 -0800 (PST)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Chapter 10

      Halloween 16
      Chapter ten
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      Caitlin's Halloween 16

      When Caitlin turned 16, I was 18 and at college in Illinois.  On the
phone the night before, she was so bummed that I wasn't going to be there
that it just about broke my heart.  I changed my mind about going but
almost didn't make it.  There was a freak snowfall the night before and the
snow plows and salt trucks weren't prepared for it.  But I was able to
catch a train to Chicago and fly home, arriving at the front door about an
hour before the trick-or-treaters were suppose to begin knocking on the
door.
      Of course Mom, Dad and the others wanted to "catch up on all the
news," but I brushed them all aside.  I didn't even bother to praise them
on the various costumes they were wearing.  "Sorry, not much time.  Caitlin
... upstairs," I ordered.  "Caleb find me three disks about this big
around." I formed my thumbs and index fingers into a circle.  "Collin, find
all the Christmas wrap you can and bring it upstairs along with a box of
aluminum foil."
      More politely I turned to Mom and asked, "Do you have any red, white
and blue ribbon about this wide?"  I indicated with my fingers about an
inch wide.
      "I'll see," Mom said.  "I might have some left over from the Fourth
of July decorations."
      Caitlin was upstairs, waiting impatiently, when I got there.
      After a quick but pseudo-passionate kiss, I asked, "By the way,
where's Denny ... and Paris?  I thought they'd be here by now."
      "They'll be here soon.  In fact, when the door opened we thought it
was them ... but then you walked in," she said, smiling brightly.
      "The intruder doorbell rang once ... then twice.
      "Caleb and Collin," I said.
      Then it rang a third, fourth and fifth time.
      "Ryan, Denny and Paris, just in time," Caitlin said.  "I don't know
just in time for what but they're just in time."
      The footfalls were more rapid than usual.  Denny came bounding into
the room and leapt into my arms.  "God I've missed you!" he said sincerely.
      As I eased him down, I looked at him and said, "My God you're getting
big.  What are you, about 14?"
      "Yeah, fourteen almost fifteen ... and fifteen centimeters," he said,
raising the hem of his costume skirt.  There in all its naked glory was
Denny's cock ... all six inches of it ... and it wasn't even hard.  Unlike
his dad, he was a show-er not a grower.  Of course, due to the lack of
time, I didn't have time to discover if it grew when it got hard or not.
      "Where's Ryan Song?" I asked.  Brenda and Ryan didn't want their son
called "Junior" or "the second" or whatever so they opted for an
international choice.  The Spanish word was dos (dose), Italian due (duay),
French deux (doo) German zwei (zhwhy) so the only natural alternative was
the Thai word for 2 ... "saawng," or "song."  Ryan Song.  Mom said the name
was lyrical.
      "Downstairs with your dad.  Sometimes I think he likes your dad more
than he does me," Ryan said.
      "That's because Dad doesn't have to reprimand him when he does
naughty things," Caleb said.
      To everyone assembled I said, "I know I told you guys two years ago
that I wasn't going to EVER dress up for Halloween again."
      "Yeah," Caitlin said sadly.
      "But I didn't say anything about dressing `down' for Halloween."
      "Now you're beginning to scare me."
      "Why's that?"
      "You're starting to think like Denny ... like how can I get some guy
to change his mind."
      We all laughed, "Yeah, that IS pretty scary, isn't it.  More than
Halloween scary!
      "Whaddaya mean, `dress down'?" Denny asked.
      I reached in my pants pocket and whipped out a skimpy red, white and
blue swimsuit.  They were on sale at the end of summer.  It was the kind
the USA Olympic swim team wore ... to glory ... that year.  They created a
wave-like swirl across the crotch.  I dropped trou in front of everyone,
pulled off my shirt, shoes and socks and pulled on the Speedo.  It was a
size too small so my package looked enormous.  `Well, it is,' I thought.
The single tri-color curve of the wave swirling over my cock only enhanced
the visual effect.
      "Fuck, that's beautiful," Denny said, running his hand over the
satiny material.
      "Thanks," I said modestly.
      "No, the fabric.  That's beautiful!"  Then he gave my cock a hard
squeeze before saying, "Just kidding."
      "What I need is ..."
      "I know what you want," Denny said, looking at all the stuff the
others brought up.
      The doorbell chimed.
      Every one shout-whispered "Mom!"
      I almost started to put on my pants again but then thought, "That's
stupid.  I plan to pass out candy wearing this ... in front of her.'
      "Oh my!" Mom exclaimed. I heard surprise in her tone but I saw
admiration in her eyes.  "Will this do?" she asked holding up several
elaborately tied bows.
      "Perfect," Denny said, politely snatching them from her hands.
"Collin, carefully take out the staple and flatten the ribbon."
      Caitlin was already drawing circles on the aluminum foil slightly
bigger than the pickle jar lids Caleb found for me.  "This is okay for the
silver medal, what about the bronze and gold?"
      Mom said, "Oh I have just the thing," delighted to be able to
contribute.  She rummaged through the Christmas wrap and brought out the
shiny gold foil wrap.  Then she brought out two different brown rolls of
paper.  "Which one?"
      Everyone pointed to the same roll.
      "Thanks, Mom," I said.
      "Glad to be of help.  Are you going out tonight, Connor?"
      "No, I'm too old for trick-or-treating, so I thought I'd stay here
and help you guys hand out candy.  Is that okay?"
      Caitlin looked crestfallen, but I was going to stand my ground this
time.  There was no way I was going to parade through the neighborhood in a
skimpy Speedo ... in which I will undoubtedly get a hard-on.  At least at
home, I can have a quick jack-off to calm it down and continue passing out
candy.
      "Oh, wonderful." Mom said.  "I'll go downstairs, now, to wait for the
kids and tell your dad you're going to help us tonight."
      "K," we all said, continuing to tape, glue and staple the assembled
pieces into medals.
      Once they were hanging proudly around my neck and they looked really
authentic ... at a distance ... we all went downstairs.
      Dad stared at me warily and asked, "Are you going out
trick-or-treating wearing that?"
      "No," I said, already anticipating he would challenge my costume
decision.
      "Good," he said firmly.  "Your mother tells me you're gonna stay here
and help us?"
      "If that's okay with you."  I expected him to tell me to go upstairs
and change.
      "Great.  It'll help show those little tykes what national pride is
all about.  Fine choice of a costume, son.  A little skimpy but your
heart's in the right place."
      "So is your hard," Denny murmured softly.
      I felt his hand gently patting my ass cheek where Dad couldn't see it
and I felt myself beginning to bone up.
      "Paybacks are hell," the little fucker whispered.
      "I hope so," Ryan said, putting his hand on my other butt cheek.
"Tonight too soon?"
      Not knowing what those two were doing, Caitlin said, "Let's go," and
all the kids left.
      I smooched Ryan Song in a masculine way and told him to have fun.
      "I'm going back to help Miss Brenda," Ryan said.  "I'll be back to
pick up the kids later.  Give me a call, okay?"
      "Okay," Mom said.
      As he started to open the door, there was a knock.  There were about
eight younger aged (3 to 7 years old) kids at the door.  It was as if they
were waiting for Caitlin and the crew to leave ... like it was some kind of
sign that it was okay to begin begging.  I passed out candy as Ryan
politely nudged his way through the group on the way to his car.
      "Don't bother to sit down," Dad said.  "You'll wear yourself out
getting up and down all the time."
      Sure enough, the doorbell rang.
      "Older kids," Dad said.
      Opening the door I saw a small group of middle school-sized kids.
They looked at me suspiciously.  "Who are you?" one girl asked.
      "He's an Olympic swimmer."
      "I know WHAT he is," the girl said stubbornly.  "I asked WHO he is."
      "Hi, I'm Connor.  I'm Caitlin's, Caleb's and Collin's brother."
      "Okay," she said happily and after getting their treats they all
walked away.
      `I've only been gone two years and they've already forgotten me' I
thought.
      "How did you know they were older?" I asked Dad.
      "Older ones can reach the doorbell.  The younger ones are still used
to knocking on doors before entering."
      "Oh, yeah," I said, recalling the early childhood lesson of knock
first at the bathroom door ... and especially Mom and Dad's bedroom door.
Later, after she turned 10, it was very important to knock at Caitlin's
door, too.
      More kids arrived, more candy was offered and Mom and I had fun
trying to figure out who some of the kids were.  Some didn't even TRY to
mask their identity.  Others tried but it was impossible ... like the
really fat kids or the really tall kids.
      "We sure are getting a lot more older-aged kids this year," Dad
expressed aloud.
      "A lot more kids than usual, too, I think," Mom agreed.
      "Probably the warm weather.  Last year it rained, remember?" I said.
      "In Illinois," Dad said, "but it was dry here."
      "Oh, yeah," I said, forgetting that I stayed at college that year.
      "Maybe you should go get some more candy," Mom said to Dad.
      "Good idea.  I don't want to have to start handing out money.  If I
do that, then everyone who's already been here will show up again."
      I laughed.  "You really think so?"
      "It's really a little network of information out there tonight.  One
group of kids tells the other groups where all the good loot is and they
all swarm those places."
      "Yeah," I said, remembering how we hated to go to houses where they
were passing out cough drops like they were candy.  But then I also
remember using those cough drops when the first sore throat of the season
appeared a week or two later.
      While Dad was gone, and Mom was taking a toilet break a couple of
kids arrived.  They looked to be about 13 or 14.  They were dressed like
Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum.  They didn't' need matching outfits for me to
realize they were twins.
      "Trick or Treat," they said like they shared the same vocal cords.
      "Wow!" the boy said.
      His sister looked where her brother was staring and said, "Damn, I
sure would like to suck on some of that candy!"
      "Me, too," her brother said, almost drooling at the sight of my red,
white and blue bag of flesh candy.
      "You know where I live," I teased.  "Anytime.  But I have to warn
you.  I go back to college Sunday afternoon."
      They both giggled and as I closed the door I thought, `Damn, you
fool.  You just propositioned some underage kids.  They could have you
arrested.  And you're 18 now so you'd be tried as an adult.'
      "Do you know any twins who live in the neighborhood, Mom," I asked
when she returned from the bathroom.
      "That nice policeman down the street has twins, why?"
      "There were just a couple of twins at the door," I said as a wave of
pain pierced my heart like a lead bullet.
      "Well, they couldn't be his.  His are infants."
      I breathed a sigh of relief ... for the moment.
      As it got later and later, there were fewer and fewer young kids but
there didn't seem to be any slowdown in the number of older kids arriving.
      Dad returned with the last ten bags of candy from the convenience
store.  "Art said he had to charge me full price tonight, because the
streets were still so active, but he promised to give me a discount on
anything I buy the next time to make up for it," Dad said.
      "Tell him you don't expect a discount," Mom said.  "He's in business
to make money, not to do favors."
      Remembering the favor Mr. Barnard did for us kids two years earlier I
said, "Oh, I don't know.  Favors go a long way in improving your business
prospects."
      "How do you mean?' Mom asked.
      "Well, Mr. Barnard started out with just us four kids.  Now I bet
forty of fifty of our friends rent costumes from him ... exclusively."
      Then the doorbell rang.
      All of the girls showing up ... and some of the guys ... ogled my
swimsuit.  Well, they ogled what was IN my swimsuit.
      Most of the girls didn't say anything but they sure made it obvious
they liked what they saw.  Every once in a while a girl would make a
comment to her boyfriend ... like, `I'm glad yours isn't that big,' or
`what would a guy do with one that size.'  Some of the guys commented on
how obscene it was but they were also the ones adjusting their crotch as
they left.  Younger brothers of some of my high school friends actually
made appreciative remarks about my bold new look ... like `for a geek you
sure have changed' ... but I noticed they were talking to my crotch.
      It was only after curfew sounded and Caitlin, with our kids in tow,
returned that I found out the truth about what had been happening.
      "We're gonna go upstairs and sort out the loot," Caitlin said.
      "Okay," Mom said.
      "Don't call Ryan until we've had a chance to divvy up the candy,"
Caleb said.
      "Okay," Mom said.
      After handing her bag of `loot' to Denny for the divvying process,
Paris and sleepy Ryan Song opted to stay downstairs with Mom and Dad.  When
the rest of us were all back upstairs, Denny told me, while he was telling
the other groups where all the good candy was, Caitlin was telling them to
go check out the guy passing out candy at ... and gave them our house
address.  She had no idea who she was giving this information to.  She just
wanted to show off her big brother ... her big brother's big equipment.
      "Since Denny has to go home tonight," Collin said, "I think you
should fuck him first."
      "What?" I said, surprised.
      Denny lifted the back hem of his skirt, holding it in place with one
hand while sorting candy with the other.
      I felt so used!  Although, as soon as I slipped in ... and I was
three-quarters soft at the time... Denny moaned his appreciation.  His
gentle ass squeezing had me at full-hard in seconds.  I thought, `I've been
fucking Tiffany ... yes, my girlfriend! ... exclusively at college and it's
wonderful.  I'm not complaining.  But I gotta admit I miss having a hot boy
ass once in awhile.'
      "You should have fucked Caitlin first," Caleb said.
      "Why?" I asked.
      "You don't ever want to go from ass to cunt.  It causes infections.
Really bad ones."
      "That's okay he can use a condom tonight.  That way he can cum inside
me for a change."
      "I don't know if I have four cum loads left in me tonight.  Anyone
want to take a rain check?"
      "You only need three" Collin said.  "Caleb can wait until the
morning.  You fuck him every morning anyway."
      "Yeah, he's right, Caleb said, "I'll wait."
      "You only want to wait till last so you'll get to ride his big cock
longer than the rest of us."
      "Hell, he rides it more often than all the rest of us put together,"
Collin said.
      And so, my sister's Halloween 16 turned out as sexy as mine.
Actually, it was sexier because we were able to include Denny in the mix
and we could suck and fuck with wild abandon.  Although, I have to admit,
there is something to be said about furtive sex in dark rooms with crowds
of people in the next room.
      The twins didn't show up that weekend either.  I think I've always
been fascinated with the possibly of watching twins having sex with each
other ever since because of that incident ... but I've never had the
opportunity.

      Halloween 16
      Caleb's Halloween 16

      When Caleb turned 16, I was 20 and still at college in Illinois.  He
didn't expect me to come home but since I did it for Caitlin, I figured I
should do it for him, too.  Only this time Tiffany returned with me.  Since
we had a chance to plan the costumes this time, I decided to go as Tarzan
with Tiffany as my Jane.  There had been new interest in the character with
the release of the Lord Greystoke stories and movies ... one live action,
one animated.  So, once again, I was able to "dress down" for Halloween.
      Since Tiffany was wearing a skimpy jungle-print bikini-like outfit,
Mom and Dad had no problem with me wearing a loincloth.
      Although ... Dad commented, "That one sure is a lot smaller than that
Indian outfit you wore a few years back."
      "Yeah, well it goes with the territory," I said.  I didn't point out
he couldn't keep his eyes off of Tiffany's `smaller' outfit.
      I also didn't point out that I had Mr. Barnard make the loincloth
from that old pair of swim trunks I had worn the first day ... and every
subsequent swim date ... at Tiffany's.
      "And what's with that monkey on your back?" Dad asked.
      "It's not on my back, Dad, it's on my shoulder.  And it's a monkey
because the toy store didn't have a chimpanzee."  I used Velcro to stick
the monkey on a "sash" I had made from grape vines that went over my right
shoulder and tied at my left hip.  Tiffany said the dried brown of the vine
accented the dusky brown of my nipples.
      "Oh, yeah Tarzan had that jungle ape ... what's his name."
      "Cheeta."
      "Yeah, that' it.  Well it looks like you've got a monkey on your
back."
      "I have to agree with your dad," Tiffany said.  "It keeps sliding
down your back but I think I have an idea to fix it."
      With the help of Mom's sewing basket again, Tiffany was able to
stitch the monkey's `made in China' label to the waistband of my loincloth.
And I discovered, with the Velcro on its hands I could accidentally `catch'
the material of my loincloth in it, thereby showing off my package better
... when I needed to.
      As the little kids began to arrive, I discovered having the monkey at
eye level was a much better position for them to appreciate it.  I passed
out the candy as usual.  Tiffany stood beside me holding the bowl.  Some of
the little ones wanted to pet my monkey so I let them.  Some asked me his
name and I smiled as I said, "Spanky."  They were so young they walked away
completely unaware of the double meaning.
      Tiffany, however, swatted my ass when she heard that ... but not in
front of the kids.
      As the older kids arrived I made a slight change in the routine.  I
asked Tiffany to put a handful of candy in the `pocket' I made by lifting
my loincloth like mom use to do with her apron to carry apples from the
back porch to the kitchen table.  Then I let the teenagers choose what
candy they wanted from the assortment ... essentially from my lap, except I
wasn't sitting down.
      Since I was working up a sweat ... and I had taken a trip to the
bathroom to pee and had nowhere to dry my hands so I had to use my
loincloth ... my outfit was becoming transparent, again.  So, when I lifted
it, the Trick-or-Treaters could see my full ten inches.  Oh, yeah ... I
kept growing even after I went to college.  A little later, Tiffany brought
out a small bowl of water and set it on the table on the porch.  Every once
in a while she would dip her hand in, grope me and then wait for the next
wave of visitors.
      Predictably, the girls asked more often than the guys what the
monkey's name was.  The guys laughed anywhere from embarrassed little
chuckles to roars of laughter when I admitted it publicly.  Then many of
the guys, on their departure down our sidewalk, had to explain to their
girlfriends what was so funny about my monkey being named Spanky.
      I was surprised at the number of guys who actually made a reference
to `spanking the monkey,' like "Hey, dude, hope you don't have to spank the
monkey with this babe around," nodding toward Tiffany.  Or the more
sexually liberated guys would say, "If you need any help spankin' that
monkey, give me a call."  But of course they never gave me their digits.
      All this was happening while Mom and Dad were watching TV.  Once the
little kids stopped coming by, Mom lost interest in the costumes and sat
quietly in the living room with Dad who was almost asleep.
      Several of the guys actually propositioned Tiffany in front of me and
I started to get angry until she reminded me I was being propositioned by
just as many girls and some of the guys.  Then two more revelers showed up.
Both were dressed like ballerinas in those short ruffled tutu outfits.
They were giggling all the way up the sidewalk from the street.  When they
got to where I could see them in the light I said, "These are the twins
from the last time."
      Tiffany said, "It sounds like they remember you, too."
      "Okay if I give them a good show?  They're about 16 or 17 this year."
      "You know I'm game for anything that makes you happy."
      "Yeah, that's what I love about you."
      "Trick or Treat" they said in a sing-song tone like we were old
friends.
      "Oooh," I played along, "If I don't give you a treat what trick will
you play on us?"  Then I pulled the loincloth full of assorted candy up
toward my belly like I was withholding the treats.  This of course put my
whole package on display for them ... the improved jumbo-sized candy bag.
      "Oh ... My ... Gawd!" the boy said.
      "Oh my God!" the girl said, "It's even bigger than I remember."
      I thought, Too bad the cloth is drying so quickly.  It's difficult to
see the "real" me.  It looks more like a banana than a cock.'
      Looking at Tiffany, like she just realized she was there, the sister
squealed, "Girlfriend!  If he's your boyfriend, you're one lucky girl."
      "Girlfriend" Tiffany said mimicking her tone, "he is and I am."  Then
they both giggled like they were long-time friends.
      "Damn, why is it that all the good ones are already spoken for?" the
brother groused.
      Looking around to see if any other Trick or Treaters were approaching
... and asking Tiffany rather than me ... the girl said, "Any chance I
could touch that?"
      "Well," Tiffany said, "I suppose it would be all right but you have
to put your hand in that bowl of water first."
      Looking at it suspiciously she asked, "Why?  What's in it?"
      "Just water.  But we don't want to get any candy on the costume
... especially chocolate."
      "Uh, I don't know ..." the girl hesitated.
      Her brother looked like he was willing to take a bath in a bowl full
of acid if it meant HE could touch my pouch.
      "It's okay," Tiffany said, putting her hand in the water, scooping up
a little palm full of it and applying it to my mound.  "There, see.  It's
just water."  Then like a model directing the audience's attention to a new
product, Tiffany held her hands, palm side up just beneath my pouch
... and, as if by magic, the pouch was becoming transparent again and
clinging like plastic wrap.
      "Fuuuccckkkk," the boy twin whispered.
      Without hesitation the girl dipped her hand in and, bringing up water
like Tiffany did, applied it gingerly to my mound.
      "It's okay," I encouraged, "it won't break."
      "Oh my no," Tiffany said.  "It's not hard enough to break ... yet."
      "It' s NOT hard?" the boy asked in disbelief.
      The girl applied more pressure and I began to harden.  She snatched
her hand away as she felt it move.
      "I'd give him my whole bag of candy just to suck that," the boy said.
      I looked at Tiffany.  She said, "Did you say you have to use the
bathroom, young man?"
      "Huh?" he asked, not understanding.
      "Yes, I'm sure he does," I said, "I'll show him where it is."
      He looked back and forth between Tiffany and his sister several times
before his sister said, "GO!"
      He followed me.  As we walked through the living room, I said, "This
is one of those nice twins I was telling you about from the last time.  He
has to pee.  Okay if he uses the laundry room bath?"
      "Well of course, dear," Mom said.  "When nature calls, we have to
answer!"  Looking up from the TV as he passed by she said, "My, aren't you
a handsome young fella?"
      "Thank you ma'am," he sang, bowing slightly and covering his crotch
with his hands beneath his tutu.
      I think he might have been sprouting a boner.
      Once we were in the laundry room, I steered him away from the
bathroom and guided him onto the back porch.
      "Kneel on the bed," I said, "I don't want you to get your knees dirty
kneeling on the floor.  Then I pulled my pouch aside and said, "I hope
you're serious.  I've been horny all night."
      Then Mom's words of warning rang in my ears, again, `You never know
when you'll need a spare bed,' from when I got my new bed and she had the
movers move my old bed down here.
      My male ballerina was way too eager and, therefore, not as
pleasurable as Caleb ... but, what the hell, I allowed him to continue.  He
had to bend over a little and I ran my hand over his leotard covered ass.
"I want to run my finger down your crack and feel your hot pucker."
      "Can't.  One piece leotard," he took a moment to say before engulfing
my cock again.  Then backing off again for just another moment he added,
"Me, too."
      As he sucked me it got a little better but not much.  I thought,
`Maybe it's just from lack of experience.  At his age, he's probably only
sucked one or two of his friends and he's already admitted, he's never seen
one as big as mine.  He kept trying to deep-throat me and listening to him
gag just made me all the hotter.  I clutched his head gently and said, "I'm
ready."
      He kept sucking.
      "You wanna swallow?" I asked dubiously.
      "Ummm."
      "There's a laundry sink behind you if you wanna spit it out.  It's
okay.  I won't be upset."
      "Ummm."  Then he dropped his voice a whole octave and hummed again in
that lower baritone register.
      That set me off and I started squirting jizz in his mouth.
      He swallowed.
      `Maybe he's a little more experienced than I first thought.'
      When we returned to the front door I said, "You can keep your candy.
THIS was MY treat," I said, tenderly wiping the corner of his mouth with my
thumb.
      Looking at Tiffany, he blushed and said, "Sorry, it's just ... I know
I'll NEVER get a chance like this again and ..."
      "No need to apologize," Tiffany assured him.  "Then patting my mound
she said, "You've done me a favor.  Tonight we'll have a longer ride before
our first orgasms."
      "First?" the girl said in disbelief.
      "First of many," Tiffany said, smiling.
      "Do you have a webcam?" the boy asked.
      "We have to go," his sister warned.
      "Spoilsport," he groused.
      Then, looking at Tiffany, the girl asked bashfully, "Just once more?"
      Tiffany nodded her approval.
      The girl twin quickly dipped her hand in the bowl of water.
      As she reached for my crotch, I moved the pouch aside and let my
still-half-hard cock flop free.
      She hesitated for a split second before gripping my jungle banana.
      "Doesn't it feel awesome?" her brother asked.
      "So fuckin' huge!"
      "It's even bigger when it's in your mouth," he said with a smirk.
      She didn't let go immediately so I suggested, "If you move your hand
up and down the length of it ..."
      "Ohhhh, that is so ..."
      And I began to lengthen again.  Some post cum seepage oozed out.
      Lifting her hand to her mouth she licked it off.  Then she suddenly
thrust both hands between her legs and moaned.  She trembled and groaned
some more.
      "You GO girlfriend!" Tiffany said, encouraging her to enjoy her first
front porch orgasm.
      There's something about watching your sister having an orgasm that
affect us guys ... even the gay ones ... because the boy looked down at his
crotch fearfully.
      Seeing the growing wet spot in his white leotard tights, I said,
"Glad we could give you two such a treat."
      Sympathetically, Tiffany said, "Use a protein based cleaner on those
stains."
      "Damn these one piece outfits," the boy said to his sister as they
left.  "He wanted to fuck me."
      The girl called back "Thank you!"
      The boy called back "Thank you very much!"
      "You know where we live," I called back to them.

      Halloween 16
      Collin's Halloween 16

      When Caitlin turned 16, I was 18 and at college in Illinois.
      When Caleb turned 16, I was 20 and still at college in Illinois
      When Collin turned 16, I was 22 and I had graduated from college.
      Recalling Caitlin's and Caleb's ... and my own ... Halloweens was
satisfying but then there was Collin's Halloween 16.  I had graduated the
year before.  Tiffany and I were married.  She was pregnant with our first
son ... to be named Declan.  While she stayed home with her (and my) family
to take care of her, I went to Canada for three months for special
training.  It meant the salary I was getting straight out of college would
double with that little "International Certificate."  I couldn't pass up
the opportunity or the prospects of the additional money ... what with a
family in the making.
      I returned home just in time for Thanksgiving dinner.  Ryan, Miss
Brenda, Denny, Paris and little Ryan Song, who was by then six years old,
were invited to dinner, too.  Naturally, Caitlin wanted to catch me up on
Halloween because of our past escapades.  She sai, "Caleb and I offered to
stay home to help mom and Dad but Collin insisted that WE take Paris and
Ryan Song out and that he would stay in and help them."
      Knowing this would be the last `legal' time he could go out
Trick-or-Treating, I looked at him quizzically.  The township passed an
ordinance that sixteen was the maximum age for Trick-or-Treaters because of
the financial hardship on senior citizens and many other families due to
the downturn of the economy ... the one no one would admit was a recession,
even though it was.
      "What?" he asked annoyed.  "It's okay for you not to dress up for
Halloween but it's not okay for me to make the same decision?"
      "Play nice boys," Mom reprimanded.
      "I didn't say anything," I argued.
      "Besides, it a girl kinda thing anyway," he groused.
      Not knowing any different, I left it at that.
      As it turned out, Brenda and Ryan had committed themselves to
visiting her folks' later that evening because they were leaving to go on a
Caribbean Cruise the next day.  Tiffany and I were also going, since it was
her parents, too.  So, we siblings weren't able to have Thanksgiving sex
with each other that year and because I was in Canada, Halloween sex,
either.
      That was almost twenty years ago but I can recall it as easily as if
it were yesterday ... because I think about it constantly.  My wife, yes
it's still Tiffany, and I will celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary
... on Halloween.  I have four boys whose ages range from age 8 to 14.
Declan, Devon, Dylan and Dakota ... yes, he was a Mt. Rushmore vacation
baby.  Like Mom and Dad, we had the kids two years apart ... all their
kids' names began with `C' while ours begin with "D'.  No I don't have sex
with them.  If they ever ask me to, I'll think about it and decide at that
time.

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