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Shielded somewhat by the tall bushes behind the apartment building, I pulled my Ghostface mask out of the backpack. With the black robe I was already wearing as a makeshift cloak, and the heavy duty black boots on my feet, my simple costume was complete. I was without a pretend weapon, partly because I couldn’t find a convincing prop, partly to avoid freaking anyone out too much. I was ready to go to the Halloween party where my sister would be, to have fun, not to scare anyone to death. Nobody was going to steal an empty backpack if I left it there.
She was home from college for the weekend. Sam, I mean. Short for Samantha. Even though it wasn’t a major holiday, my little sister often traveled the mere 50 miles to see family. It was her freshman year and she still got homesick after two months. Me, I had toughed it out for two years and had gotten my associate degree at a junior college here in town, staying at home. Going away to college wasn’t for me. Now I had a good job at an auto parts store, in management training. I was still at home, though. It was good to have Sam come back for her visits.
So now I walked up the apartment stairs in my costume. Sam’s friend lived a couple of miles from our house, and she had borrowed Mom’s car. I opted to walk. Being on foot and walking to the other side of town was no big deal, and on Halloween night especially so. I had attracted no attention from any passersby. Probably the Ghostface mask wouldn’t have fazed anyone, but I had walked the distance unmasked. It was easier to see, for one thing.
So yes, I tripped one time on the stairway, until I wised up and watched each step carefully up to the third . Sam hadn’t told me which apartment number it was, but from the sounds it was evident that the party was in 303. Sam hadn’t told me which apartment, because she didn’t know I was coming. I didn’t know if I would be coming either, heh heh, but I had hopes.
Two other people had been climbing the stairs ahead of me. I had kind of timed my entrance at the front door by the sidewalk that way. So when they entered the apartment after knocking and getting no reply, I just followed them right in.
Sam was in the far corner. I was afraid to be anywhere near her so soon. I went over to the table with the drinks and snacks, and immediately recognized my problem: I would have to reveal my face if I ate or drank anything. Fortunately I wasn’t hungry, so it wasn’t a priority. But with several people there getting beers and whatnot, it was a good spot for ice breaking.
“Hello. Who is this?” I had prepared a few lines from the movie, so as to be in character. The first couple I tried it with turned their backs on me. So I turned around and tried it on the two girls at the other side of the table. “Hello. Who is this?”
I recognized one as a friend of Sam’s. Her disguise as a vampire wasn’t very convincing, or much of a disguise. I figured the other, dressed sort of like a cat, must be the same age, just going by looks. The catty one giggled. “You sound just *like* him.”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” I continued, keeping my voice quiet and a little gravelly.
“Oh my God, who are you?” she squealed in mock fear.
“Yeah, I dunno about this,” Sam’s friend said to her.
“Don’t hang up on me,” I warned, and kind of broke character by chuckling at my own wit.
“Come here,” Sam’s friend said to the cat, and led her by the hand over to the other side of the room. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”
I wasn’t bothered. The female to male ratio was rather favorable actually. I went to the other corner and tried to strike up a conversation with three zombies. “Hello. Who is this?”
“Your worst nightmare,” the tallest of the zombies replied.
“Tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine.”
“Already know your name, dumb ass. It’s Dumb Ass, right?” That was the shortest of the zombies laying the snark on good and thick.
I wasn’t getting anywhere but I wasn’t ready to admit defeat. “Do you like scary movies?” I continued, trying to stay with the movie theme.
“I like making out with your girlfriend,” the tall one said. “Which one is she?”
I shrugged and turned away. To my surprise, I almost walked right into Sam. “Hello. Who is this?” I asked her.
Sam was dressed in a black and green witch costume, complete with pointed hat. “I’m Maleficent the Malevolent. The Queen of Evil,” she said. Her voice was more sultry than I ever remembered.
“Do you like scary movies?” I asked, keeping my voice even.
“Like them? I star in them,” she answered. “Wanna audition for a movie, Billy?”
My name isn’t Billy, but she was playing along. “You sure you’re not Sidney?” I asked.
“I told you. I’m Maleficent. Come over here, Billy, and I’ll show you why.” She took my hand and led me down the hall.
Inside the bedroom, she closed the door behind us. “This movie is a scary movie. I want to see if you’re right for the part.”
I still had on my mask, and my black cloak. Nothing from the movie I was quoting from came to mind, so I blurted out, “what’s the movie about?”
She reached inside my cloak and undid the top of my black denim jeans. “It’s about a witch who wants a big cock inside her pussy.”
Before I could think of anything else to say, she had my pants down to my thighs. My cock was hard from seeing her behave like this. “I wanna play a game,” I said rasped. No, it didn’t make any sense to say that. But I was so turned on by my sister that I couldn’t stop what she was doing.
“Wow. I always wanted one that was eight inches,” she said, and sank the rest of the way to her knees. Her black hat got knocked off as she pressed her face toward my groin, her fist now wrapped firmly around my cock.
“I like this game,” I said,
“Hold still, then,” she said as she took it into her mouth.
Never had she given any clue that she was an experienced and expert dick sucker. But that is what she was. I had had my dick sucked plenty of times, by the sluts who wanted to thank me for paying for dinner or whatever. But I had never had it done by someone I loved.
“Oh Maleficent, that’s so gooooooooood,” I said. I was so turned on by the experience that I came in thirty seconds flat.
After she swallowed every savory drop, she pulled back, obviously satisfied with her own performance. “I’m glad you liked it, Chris.”
I was stunned. “Wait. You knew it was me?”
“I’ve always wanted to do this for you,” she confessed.
“Well, we should get out of this bedroom, before someone walks in. But I’ll return the favor when we get home.” I was looking forward to seeing her big tits and hot wet pussy before the night was over.
“I’m counting on it, big brother,” my super y sister Sam smirked.
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