The Costume Party II

STORY EDITED BY ALESSANDRO_ALEX

I lay in bed all night long trying to figure out this feeling that I had in my stomach. Something was bothering me, but I could not for the life of me make out what it was. Had I done something wrong? Normally when I do something wrong and I feel guilty about it, I get sick to my stomach. Could it be that I secretly went to a party that I was not allowed to be at and slept with some strange man?

My mind then wandered to the masked man who had taken my innocence. Okay, so I was not a virgin, but this man had taken something from me. He had stepped into my world of being that good little girl that I had always been, to making me this naughty creature and I desperately wanted more of it. I knew that was impossible however, being as I had no idea who this man was or how to track him down.

“Ashley,” my mother’s voice pushed through my door and startled me out of my thoughts. “I am getting ready to do laundry, would you like for me to do your laundry as well?”

My mother was someone who was always trying to please other people. I was capable of doing my own laundry but she was always offering to do my laundry, among other things for me. If I asked my mom to clean my room, do all of my chores or even do my homework, I think just to please me, she would do it all. I would never have the heart to do those things to her though, she was a wonderful woman and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, or take advantage of her.

Getting up from my bed I walked over the to door and swung it open. My mother stood on the other side, a big smile plastered across her face and a laundry basket in hand. I swore at times that I was not related to this woman who got excited about doing laundry. If it were not for the fact that we looked exactly alike, I would have asked if I was adopted years ago.

“I’m good mom,” I said as I stepped out into the hallway. I figured since she was doing laundry, she would need some company to save her from the madness. Plus, I liked spending time with my mother. We didn’t get to do it very often anymore, so I had to jump at every chance that I could get. Maybe I could get some much needed advice about my situation. Sure I would not tell her the whole truth, but I would get my point across.

“You sure sweetie?” she asked me, in that kind and loving tone she always had. It made me want to hug her for being so wonderful. I don’t think a girl could ask for a more loving, caring and understanding mother. Even if I could, I think I would always end up choosing the one I already have.
“Yeah, I am sure mom,” I answered her with a smile. “I don’t have enough clothes to wash yet, but I would love to hang out and maybe chat. It has been a while since we have really had a good mother daughter talk.”

“That sounds wonderful sweetie,” my mother said with great excitement in her voice. “I would really like that. With your father and brothers out fishing for the day, it will really give us a chance to catch up.”

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Three hours into laundry and my mother and I are having a great time. We made coffee and my mom had bought a pie the day before, so we picked at that. We talked about her work and how her and dad have been doing and my brothers. I told her about school and things that had been going on in my life and then I decided it was time for some advice.

“Mom,” I asked with a worried tone in my voice. I was afraid that she would get mad or give me advice I did not want to hear. I needed to know what to do though, and my mom was the only person I could think of to go to in this situation. “I did something kind of stupid.”

“You did, did you?” she asked as she raised one of her eyebrows at me. She gave me a small look of worry but her eyes told me that she was not mad at me yet, but I could definitely sense the concern that was now radiating from her body. “Well go ahead and tell me, it’s best to get things off your chest , I always say.”

I thought for a moment on what I was going to say to her, my eyes wondering around the room. Suddenly my eyes fell upon the giant laundry basket she had been working at and my heart began to race. There, laying on top of the pile of clothes that still needed to be washed , was the costume. It was the very costume that my masked man had been wearing the other night. My heart sank into my stomach and I began to feel a little sick.

“What is that?” I asked my mom pointing to the costume on top of the laundry basket. My mother turned her head to take a look and then turned back to me with a smile.

“Oh, that,” my mother laughed, turning her head back to me. “That was your fathers costume from the party. He was a three musketeer and my was he handsome.”

“Wow, that’s cool,” I said as my heart began to race so fast I felt like I was going to pass out. How could this be? Had I slept with my father? The world felt as if it was slowing down but I was still going regular speed. “I need to go lay down mom, I suddenly do not feel very well.”

“Are you okay sweetie?” my mother asked me, this time with true concern. “Do you need me to do anything for you? I could make you some tea.”

“No it’s fine,” I lied to her, standing up from the chair and heading out of the kitchen. I stopped myself quickly and turned back. “I’m just going to go lay down, but thank you mom.”

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I laid in bed for what felt like hours, thinking things over. Wondering if it could truly be possible that I had slept with my father? A musketeer is a popular costume, there could have been many people there with the same costume. I kept telling myself that over and over, not wanting to admit the possibility. That ’ s when it hit me. I looked around the party for him and couldn’t find him. I did not see a million people dressed up as him, I would have noticed that.

“Holy shit,” I said aloud, sitting up quickly in my bed. I had actually slept with my father at that party, and I … I liked it. I had enjoyed kissing and fucking my own father. How much grosser could this day get? Well, being as I wanted to sleep with this man again, made it a little more then I wanted.

‘I don’t want to do it again,’ I thought to myself as I crawled out of bed and began to pace around in my room. Why would I want to knowingly sleep with my father? Besides the obvious reasons of his perfect smile, his piercing eyes and his electric touch. Oh my god, I wanted to sleep with my father.

I threw myself back down onto my bed and buried my head in my pillow. I had to get the idea of sleeping with my own father out of my head. It was wrong and it was never going to happen again. I could not let myself want to have him, I just couldn’t. However, the only thought racing through my head at th at moment , was how I was going to get him back inside of me. I screamed into my pillow as loud as I could, trying to force myself to stop being so crazy, but it was not working.

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I put my costume on from the party the other night. Then looked myself over in the mirror, making sure I did not stand out as who I truly was. By putting on the costume I wanted to try and make myself look less like his daughter and more like the fairy I was pretending to be. In this outfit, I was not Ashley and he was not my father. At least that was what I was going to keep telling myself.

I nodded at myself in the mirror, accepting the way that I looked and headed for my bedroom door. I opened it slowly, looking around to make sure that no one was there. Slowly making my way down the stairs, I kept my ears listening for anything that may have meant that I was about to be caught. I could hear my mother switching laundry by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs. I reached for my keys and ran out the door.

I pulled a note from my bra, where I had stuffed it a few moments ago and placed it on the handle of the garbage can, near the side of the house. It gave a place and a time to meet me this evening. I knew that he would find it because it was Sunday and he always took the trash can to the end of the driveway on Sunday. I then got in my car and headed toward my planned destination, I had a little bit of setting up to do.

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I looked down at my watch and sighed. It was fifteen minutes passed the time I had asked him to meet me here. I figured that my mother had found a way to keep him home. He would not be able to leave if he did not have a good enough excuse. I figured this plan was a bust and I began to head toward my car. Right as I was about to walk away from the gazebo in the park I was standing at, I saw my fathers Red SUV pull into the lot. My car was down around the corner, so he would not know it was me.

I crawled back up onto the ledge of the gazebo and I waited, as a smile started to form across my face. My plan was falling into place after all and I was overly excited about it. Not only was I going to get to sleep with him again, but he was not going to know that it was me. In my opinion that was the makings of a great idea. But my idea turned out to not be as great as I had planned.

Walking toward me from across the park was not my father, but Logan, my oldest brother. I had not taken into consideration what would happen if someone besides my father had gotten that note. What was I going to say? How was I supposed to explain myself? I felt like running, trying not to face the situation, but this was my mess and I was going to clean it up.

“Hey,” my brother’s voice echoed across the park and over to me. I smiled over at him, though it was forced and I wanted nothing more then to cry at this moment.

“Hey,” I said back with a shaky voice, unsure if I should speak or not. My father did not seem to recognize me by my voice, but what was to stop Logan from doing so? He could have very well known who I was by the way that I sounded. He had grown up listening to me constantly talking, he had to have picked up on how it sounded, though I would have thought that about my father as well.

“I’m not who you were expecting,” he said as he stepped in front of me. “But I found your little note that you left for my father and I thought that I would step in. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care really, but you need to stay away from my dad. My mother is a great woman and she does not deserve what both of you are going to put her through , when she finds out what ’ s going on.”

“It’s not like that,” I said defensively, “nothing happened between us really. I just met him the other night and I wanted to be able to see him again. It was nothing against your mother.”

I thought about my mother. The way that she smiles and the sound of her laugh. I would be heart broken if I was ever the reason my mother got hurt. I have never once in my life heard my mother cry and I did not want to be the cause of the first time it happened. I now felt more sick and guilty about this whole situation then I had before.

“I am going to talk to my father about this,” he said in an angry tone, turning away from me. “I just wanted to let you know he is not going to be showing up for any sex in the park , if that was your big plan.”

I jumped down from the gazebo and ran after him. Grabbing him by the shoulder, I turned him toward me. The look in his eyes frightened me, as if he was going to yell at me some more. I was used to being yelled at by him, being as we fought all the time, but this is the first time it had ever been out of real anger, and that frightened me.

“Get your filthy hands off me you whore.” His words hit me like a fist. It felt as if I had been beaten, his words were so harsh. I had never heard such words come out of his mouth and sadly, it kind of made me hot all over again. Thoughts were racing through my head as to how I could stop him from leaving.

“I was just thinking,” I said with a playful tone, hoping that I did not set him off anymore. “That since your daddy can not come out and play with me, maybe you would like to take his place.” I looked over his face after the words left my mouth and saw that his expression had softened a bit. “Don’t you want to play with me?”

Logan reached out and grabbed my arm and began to drag me toward the gazebo. Once we were on the inside of it, he threw me down to the ground, a little harder then I would have liked. Quickly he began to pace back and forth in front of me, thinking over the situation that had been thrown into his ballpark. I hoped that he would not want to sleep with me, but would agree not to tell our father about this either.

I began to push myself back up off the ground , but before I got even halfway up , he had me pinned against the ground. His lips were pressed hard against mine and I could feel his tongue trying to break past my lips. I parted them quickly, letting his tongue roam freely in my mouth. For a moment I just lay there, thinking about all the reasons this was wrong, but how could it be more wrong then what I had done at that party?

It did not take me long to give in and start to kiss him back. Our tongues did not dance like mine and daddies, instead they fought each other. We did not kiss each others mouths, we fucked each others mouths, violently and painfully. We pushed and pulled at each other for a while before he pulled away from my lips and began to pull at my dress. Shockingly enough it did not take him long to get me completely naked, the only thing left on my body, was my mask.

“Wow,” I heard him mutter under his breath, as he then moved down and began to suck on my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth hard and rolled his teeth over it. It was a painful feeling at first but soon my body was begging for more. I pushed up into him, and he took the message without hesitation. He moved his mouth over to my other nipple and repeated what he had been doing to the other. This time however, he took my free nipple between his fingers and began to squeeze them. The harder he squeezed, the louder my moans became.

“You like that, you whore?” my brothers words echoed as he began to kiss his way back up to my mouth. His lips pressed against mine before I had time to answer but the answer was yes. I loved how violent he was being with me. The other night was quick but it was so soft and sensual. This time it was nothing more then raw animalistic wants and needs , and I loved it.

He kissed me for a brief moment before pulling himself off the top of me. I whimpered slightly, wanting his body pressed back down on mine. He pulled at his belt on his pants, which turned my whimpers into soft moans. Something more was coming, something better and I was excited. It did not take him long to get his pants and his boxers off, leaving him naked from the waist down, showing off his beautiful cock, which had to be about 8 inches long and about 4 inches thick. As I licked my lips with anticipation, he smiled at me.

“Looks like someone wants a taste,” he said with a massive grin across his face and a small devilish laugh. Reaching down he grabbed me once again by the arm and pulled me up , until I was sitting on my knees. I could feel my pussy juices drip down onto my legs beneath me , as he stood up in front of me and brought his cock to my mouth. I didn’t even wait for instruction, I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked over the tip.

With no protest on his end, I moved closer and began to lick up and down the sides of his cock. I could tell that he was enjoying it by the slight moans that came out of his mouth. This only caused me to lick his cock faster, making sure that every inch of his cock was soaking wet. I could see his cock glistening in the light from the gazebo from my spit, it looked almost like a trophy, big and shiny, as if I had won the chance to get to put something so amazing in my mouth.

“Oh my god, yes,” he moaned loudly . He grabbed a hold of the back of my head , and he then forced his cock past my lips, getting the whole tip in before he let me have control back again . It got me even hotter , that he was showing me what he wanted. I gladly gave him what he wanted by sucking more of his cock into my mouth. I soon had a good three inches of his cock in my mouth. Slowly he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth with those three inches.

I stood there for a moment, letting him fuck my mouth, not moving at all as he did as he pleased with me. Once he stopped moving, I went back to moving my mouth up and down and around his cock. I licked and sucked fast and hard around those three inches , before I got the courage to work more into my mouth. I knew I was never going to be able to get the whole thing in my mouth, being as my six inch dildo at home was almost to much for me to handle, but I was going to give it my best shot.

I was eventually able to get six of the eight inches in my mouth and I was doing good. I moved my head back and forth around those six inches of his cock, putting my hand up to hold the other two inches, so it felt as if his whole cock was worked and being taken care of. My other hand moving up, I began caressing his balls between my fingers. I knew I was doing a great job because he kept letting me know.

“Oh yes, just like that,” he moaned, “don’t stop. Suck that cock like the good little fucking whore that you are.”

His words turned me on to the point where I could not take it anymore. I removed the hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock and began to finger myself. One hand still rubbing his cock and my mouth trying to get the rest of his cock into my mouth, as I rammed my fingers in and out of my dripping wet hole. I moaned around his cock, which made him moan louder then he was already. The moaning was helpful, it allowed for more of his cock to work its way into my mouth. Soon all eight inches were fucking itself down my throat.

I began to finger my pussy as hard as I could as I sucked his cock as fast and hard as I could. His hand grabbed firmly onto the back of my head, forcing his cock to stay deep in my mouth, throwing me into my orgasm. I bucked my hips around my fingers, moaning around the entire length of his cock. My juices squirting out around my fingers and down all over my legs. I almost lost control and stopped sucking his cock, but he refused to let me. He made sure that his cock stayed in my mouth. I quickly regained control and grabbed onto his ass, pushing him as deep into me as I possibly could.

“Oh fuck,” he screamed, grabbing my hair into his fist. He did not say that he was going to cum but I knew that it was happening. Soon his cum was hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. I could feel it filling my throat and I tried to pull away but he did not let me. I forced myself to swallow, making room for the rest that was coming out. He then began to pull out of my mouth.

I sucked on his cock a little more, making sure to get every last drop of cum off of him. Once I was finished he sat himself down onto the floor of the gazebo and starred away from me. He seemed to have no interest in looking at me at all. After a few minutes had passed, he pulled on his pants and walked back toward our fathers car. I felt as if I was going to cry when he drove off.

Gathering my clothes, I reassembled myself and headed back to my car. Once I was there, I slipped into the extra clothes that I had brought with me and I headed home. I saw Logan pull in with our dad’s car just moments before I pulled up along side the curb. I grabbed my bag and made my way up to the steps, trying to avoid eye contact with him. He gave me the same big brotherly smile he always gave me and I relaxed just a bit, still thinking about him with his cock in my mouth. I felt bad that my family had no idea what they were doing though, but not bad enough to want to tell them.

I pushed the door open and me and Logan stepped in. Our parents were waiting in the living room, our mother pacing back and forth. She turned to us as we stepped into the living room and gave us that look that said we were in trouble. That was when my eyes noticed the clock and saw that it was two in the morning. “Where the hell have you two been.”

“We were just hanging out at the park mom,” Logan said, causing my heart to jump into my throat. My eyes got big and I wondered if he knew, or if he was just covering for me. “Stephanie and I broke up and I was having a hard time. I went there to get some air and Ashley followed me. She was just making sure I was okay and before we knew it, it was after one o’clock. We didn’t mean to worry you both.”

“Oh honey,” my mother said with sadness in her voice. She raced over and hugged Logan. “I am so sorry, you two were so perfect together.” She then moved over and began to hug me as well. “I am so proud of you for being such an amazing sister.”

“We are going to head to bed now,” Logan said to both of our parents and headed up the stairs. I told my parents good night and slowly walked up behind him. I did not want to have to talk to him, so I tried to give him time to get to his room. He had other plans, as he waited at the top of the stairs.

“Goodnight,” he said to me with a wink, walking into his bedroom. He turned back to me and smiled. “Try not to stay out so late next time.”

I ran into my room as soon as his door shut and threw myself down on my bed, something that had become a trend today. Looking over at the clock that was sitting on my nightstand, millions of questions started to race through my head, but only one stood out …. Did Logan know that it was me or was he just being a good brother and saving my ass for being out so late? Would I ever know?