The Legend of The Great Pump-Kin

Author's Note: Welcome to my entry in the Halloween Story Contest 2023. Have you heard of the Legend of The Great Pump-Kin? No? Well gather round my friends and get close to that campfire and far from the ominous fall shadows as I regale you with a story of prophecy, incest, love, lust and revenge!

Chapter One

On this day of October 31st, in the year of our lord 1871, the town of Burrillville, acting upon the sentence of honorable Judge Jeremiah Mason, executed by public hanging, Jonathan Winchester. Winchester was found guilty of the heinous crime of having sexual relations with not only his sister, but his niece as well as both of his daughters.

In court, and acting as his own defense, Mr. Winchester claimed to be under the influence of an evil spirit he encountered when exploring the forbidden woods beyond Spring Lake Road.

By his account, this spirit dwelt in a pumpkin patch behind the tainted ground where the Nipmuc buried the dead who shamed them or broke the laws of both man and the Manitou they sent their heathen prayers to.

Mr. Winchester insisted it was this demonic entity that instilled in him the desire to lay in sin with the women of his family. When asked the name of this demon, Mr. Winchester referred to it as the same name used in an old wives tale, stating it was indeed the....

"Great Pumpkin?" Nathan snorted as he sat down on a moss covered stump and pulled off his shoe. "Seriously sis?"

"Seriously, and its two words Pump-Kin" Zoey waved the tattered leather journal in her hand while leaning against a tree several feet in front of him. "It's all right here."

"Christ, that thing?" He rolled his light blue eyes, "A bunch of shit written by a superstitious woman back in the damn 1800's?"

"That superstitious woman was our grandmother five times removed!" Zoey declared indignantly. "She's the matriarch of our family. Not just anyone."

"Was, not is, so why should I care about her?"

"Whatever, thing is it's true and you shouldn't make fun of it. There's a lot of lore in this book. Myths, legends, haunted places and..." she stopped when she noticed her younger brother shaking his head.

"Lore? C'mon, Zoe, you really buy all that ghost buster crap?"

"You know I do, and Mom does too."

"Insanity is hereditary," he smirked.

"So is being a loser. I guess there's no hope for your kids," she gave her head a toss, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "Assuming you ever make any."

"Wow!" Nathan exclaimed, shaking the rock out of his shoe. "That was bitchy!"

"Sorry," Zoey looked back down at the journal and closed it around her finger to hold her place, careful not to further rip the tattered pages. "I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, I guess," Nathan put his shoe back on and shrugged. "I shouldn't make fun of you either. I just think you and Mom put a little too much stock in old stories."

"This isn't just any old story; this is our history." Zoey explained.

"Only because our family was originally from this shithole state." Nathan rolled his baby blue eyes.

"Rhode Island's not a shithole, it has beautiful foliage, great beaches, cool old mansions and a lot of history," Zoey smiled. "Especially when it comes to the supernatural. H.P. Lovecraft was born and lived here. Edgar Allen Poe met his love here."

"Lovecraft died Po' didn't he?" Nathan chuckled.

"You're so clever," It was her turn to roll her similar blue eyes. "But know what's only about fifteen minutes from here?"

"A swamp from the smell of it."

"The house they based the Conjuring on, they let people stay overnight and almost everyone says they hear and see ghosts."

"They charge for them to stay," he pointed out. "The ghosts are recorded sounds and video," he sighed. "You and Mom probably still believe in the frigging tooth fairy."

"Our family has always believed; this book has been passed down since Mabel Winchester wrote it."

"Winchester?" Nathan remained sitting as he distastefully eyed the dense trees and bushes around them. It was warm for the end of October, at least for the East Coast, more like the weather in Ft. Lauderdale where they were supposed to be. Instead, and for a reason she still hadn't given him, Mom had dragged them up here for a week.

"Yup," Zoey made a rolling motion with her hand. "Let's go dunce, put two and two together."

"You telling me that Winchester guy you just read about is related to us?"

"We're his direct descendants." Zoey stated with an air of pride Nathan found odd considering what the book said about him.

"Dear old great however many times gramps was boning his daughters," he scowled. "Bet they don't tell people shit like that on Ancestry dot com."

"Probably not," she agreed. "But that's what we're doing here, looking for his grave."

"Up here? I thought the cemetery was down by..." he frowned, trying to remember the name of the road. "I forget that, but that big ass church is next to it."

"Mabel wrote that seeing what he did was seen as a disgrace they buried him near the Nipmuc burial ground out of spite and to further shame him and his name."

"Seen as? Banging your sister, niece, and kids is pretty fucked up."

"To self-righteous judgmental Puritans I'm sure it was, but those narrow minded idiots don't understand that."

"I don't think anyone understands that" Nathan scrunched his face up in disgust. "Just sick and gross."

"Think so?" Zoey asked, nonchalantly setting him up.

"Damn straight I do."

"Then how come All in the Family is on your porn hub favorites list?" She smiled at the way his face turned red and he looked away from her.

"And Family is for fun, My sister's hot, why not?" She tapped her chin. "I like 'My Sister Sucks', really clever, you think sucks like she's a pain, but they mean suck like..." Zoey pushed her tongue into her cheek, puffing it out while working her hand next to her mouth, simulating a blow job.

"Okay, okay!" Nathan looked even more flustered than he had before, and Zoey knew exactly why. "I get it."

"No, you've never gotten it," she teased with what she knew was a much more sensitive topic than his favorite porn sites. "Maybe that's part of the problem."

"Sorry I'm not easy like you," he countered. "Maybe I'm waiting for someone special and not just looking for fun."

"Mad props for saying that with a straight face, you'd stick it in the crack of dawn if you could."

"Sis has jokes," he muttered. "You know that really bothers me."

"I do, and I'd say I'm sorry, but you're being a dink about helping me today."

"Helping you do what?" he spread his arms out. "Slogging through the woods looking for a place that's probably made up?"

"It's not made up, and you're helping me because I'm your sister, and your best friend, and we always help each other."

"Never helped me with girls," he pointed out for the hundredth time. "How come you never set me up with your friends or their sisters?"

"Maybe because I think you should be able to get your own girl." Zoey retorted. "Besides, my friends are two years older than you and into college guys, their sisters go to school with you and know you're a loser."

"Real nice," he pushed his glasses up on his sweaty nose. "I'm not a loser, I'm just kind of shy with girls."

"You don't try. You're not going to find them hanging around with your dork friends and playing world of shitcraft all night."

Nathan frowned, and looked away again, but this time with a look of hurt on his face. Zoey slumped back against the tree, annoyed with herself. Between being both nervous and excited, she was all kinds of amped up and getting snippy with him for no reason.

She eyed her 18 year old brother as he took off his other shoe, shaking it out as he had the other. She doubted there was anything in it or he'd have done it right away, he was doing it as an excuse to remain quiet and mask his hurt feelings.

Nathan was decent looking guy but didn't help himself. The big nerdy glasses he wore were his choice, he could wear contacts, but seemed to think the glasses were 'cool'.

Maybe they could be but seeing he was the stereotyped geek in every way and so paralyzed with irrational fear around girls he stammered, and worse, said awkward stupid things to them, he was a 100% lost cause nerd.

He tried to dress like a cool kid as exemplified by his white Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt, banana republic shorts, and the insanely expensive Black Vessi sneakers mom had bought him for his birthday two months ago.

Her brother had the wardrobe of the yuppie Starbucks crowd, but with the social skills of a complete dork, and it wasn't a good combination, the clothes were a desperate cry to not be what he was, and even girls his age noticed that.

But beneath the glasses, he had the beautiful baby blue eyes they'd inherited from Mom, and his features were smooth, bordering on pretty with high cheek bones and a cute cleft in his chin.

He had a good build, still a little thin, but he'd been filling out lately, mostly due to buying a weight bench and working out in the basement in another effort to improve himself physically.

That wasn't the issue, Zoey had seen girls look at him, and been interested, it was when he opened his mouth that things went to hell. She felt bad for him, Nate was a sweet kid and she knew he'd be amazing to any girl who could get through his awkwardness to get to know the real him.

Nate would help anyone, give you the shirt off his back, and when around just her or some of his friends had a great sense of humor and a great aww shucks smile that she'd always loved, and was another point in his favor with girls.

It went well with his usually unkempt sandy brown hair, and overall air of boy next door cute. His argument that she never helped him with his issues with girls was valid. Zoey could set him up for a date.

For that matter she knew a few girls who were easy enough she could just get them to fuck him, but there was a reason she hadn't. Nathan was only meant to be with one woman, and only when the time was right.

Luckily for him, both were closer than he dared hope.

"I'm sorry, Nate," she said quietly. "Low blow."

"It was," he agreed. "But, whatever, it's okay."

"No, it's not," she walked slowly over and as he'd been doing all day, at least when he knew she was looking his way, he seemed to struggle to keep his eyes averted from her.

Zoey didn't share her brothers' issues with the opposite sex. Armed with her wide blue eyes, long honey blonde here, soft pretty features, and a pair of full sensual made for cock sucking lips, she had never wanted for attention from boys.

The neck down didn't hurt either. Zoey was currently working her way through school as a waitress at Hooters and well qualified for the job. On the taller side, her legs 'went on forever' as some old perv had once told her.

Years of dance classes had kept them toned and looking good, and her deep tan added an additional appeal to them. She had a slim athletic build with a small, but tight, heart shaped ass that earned her a lot of tips in the painted on orange shorts she wore as part of her 'uniform'

The top part of that ensemble, a white tank top, a size too small, as required, made her breasts, which unlike the rest of her body, were quite large, look even more prominent. Zoey wasn't stuck on herself, but knew she was both pretty and possessed a killer body.

As Nate was quick to call out when she mocked his virginity, Zoey was a good time girl. She enjoyed sex, and if a guy caught her eye and wasn't a jerk, she was more than happy to have some fun with him.

But only once or twice. Since her first time four years ago, right up until now, she'd never had a serious boyfriend. She wasn't constantly sleeping around, but whenever the urge arose, she had no issue finding what she needed.

Because just as Nate was meant to be with one person, so was she, except to be able to seduce that person she had to be both experienced and confident, so Mom had told her it was okay to have lovers, but only for sex, her heart was to only be given to her predestined partner.

As she approached she continued to watch Nate look at her legs, which were on full display in the absurdly short denim cut offs she wore. His eyes would then quickly shift upwards to her breasts, hugged tightly by one of her Hooters tank tops, but this one, a half shirt which left her flat tanned midriff bare as well as displaying the inch long silver chain dangling from her pierced naval.

"It's not okay," she stopped directly in front of him, her bare stomach at eye level. "But, in a way, it is okay, know why?"

"Because it's true, I am a loser." He lowered his head and now confronted by her legs, he tried to turn his head, but she caught his chin in her hand and tilted his head to look up at her.

"You're not, and never say that about yourself."

"You just said it."

"And I said I was sorry, but go ahead and ask me why it's okay?"

"Fine, why is it okay?"

"What if I told you," she smiled down at him through her red coated lips. "That your little virginity problem will be a thing of the past after today?"

"Huh?" he blinked. "How the hell is that going to happen? I don't even know anyone up here," he waved his hand. "I was supposed to go to that big party at the beach, was hoping I'd find a girl drunk enough to feel bad for me. Now we're here and..."

She stopped him with a slender finger to his lips, then ran her long ebony painted nails lightly down his cheek.

"There's a party here tonight."

"That stupid town festival thing? Bunch of old people? Thing sounds like it will be straight of fucking Mayberry."

"It will be wilder than you think," she flashed a sly smile. "But that's not where it will happen."

"Stop fucking with me, nothing's going to happen tonight," he sighed. "Nothing ever happens for me."

"Little brother?" Zoey leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. "I want you to look me in the eye." When his gaze met hers, she continued. "I promise I am not punking you. Today is your day, I am going to make it happen for you. All you have to do is two things. The first is to trust me."

"What's the second?" Nathan asked with a slight tremor in his voice she knew was from her being so close to him.

"You need to help me find that grave and do what I ask once we do."

"And that's somehow going to get me laid?"

"Not just laid," she whispered. "But with a hot girl who'll make your wildest fantasies come true."

"Seriously?"

"She's pretty, she's sexy, and she's nasty as fuck when it comes to sex."

"And like, she's here? You know her?"

"Yes to both," she straightened and turned away.

Zoey walked over to the backpack she'd put down and could feel his eyes on her ass in the painted on shorts, especially when she bent over to pick up the bag, slinging it over her shoulder she looked back at him.

"You coming?"

"If it means I'll be coming, lead the way, sis!"

Chapter Two

"Damn, this place stinks!" Nathan complained from just in front of her.

"It's the bog," she, pointed between two large trees. "It's like the swamps down in Florida."

"A little taste of home," he grunted. "Still don't know why the hell Mom dragged us up here for a few days."

"For today and tonight." Zoey told him as she stopped and opened he journal to the crudely drawn map in the middle of the book. "First couple of days here were to just get used to the city, the next couple will be to enjoy the fallout."

"Fallout?"

"You'll see," she needed to stop making cryptic statements and her brother proved her right with his next words.

"You sound like a reject from a bad ghost story with all your weird comments." He paused. "No service up here, we better not really get lost, we could wander into fucking Connecticut."

"We'll be fine, once we find what we're looking for the way back will be easy."

"How do you figure that?"

"We'll have different kind of GPS," she smiled when he scowled at her, then put her hands up and waved them "Oh, spoooookeeyyyyyyy" she moaned in a ghostly voice.

"You're nuts," Nathan said, but laughed. "Now yell 'you're all dooooomed!"

"Nah, no one's doomed, but some people are going to have some awkward explaining to do and some serious drama ahead of them."

"Zoey, can you drop the crap and tell me what's up? Mom's been acting all kind of weird since she told us we were coming up here."

"Easier to show you," she stopped and looked around. "Shit, which is east? I think I was looking at this upside down."

Nathan looked up at the sun and pointed. "That way, let's hear it for being a boy scout."

"Man, its warm," he wiped at his face. "Can I get some water?"

Zoey removed one of the bottles from the backpack and gave it to him.

"Thought it was supposed to be cool up here around now?" He said after chugging half the bottle and handing it back to her.

"It is, but that's part of everything. Every thirty years, roughly once a generation, it heats up, part of knowing it's the right time."

"Here we go again," he looked around and pointed. "That smell isn't just that dirty water, look at these trees, there's fungus all over them, and they look kind of..." he searched for the word. "Unhealthy."

"Because we're close. That burial ground is spoiled ground. Everything that grows around it is sick, just like the things they buried here."

"They buried people here, not things."

"If you knew some of the legends of what they did you might change your mind." She shuddered. "Cannibalism, human sacrifice, sex with animals."

"Ugh, makes banging your daughter sound okay," Nathan whistled.

"There you go, bro, perspective!" she laughed, then her eyes widened. "Holy shit! I see a cairn!"

"A what?"

"A pile of stones, that's what they used to mark graves!"

Zoey hurried forward, stepping between the twisted branches of two gnarled trees that she'd gotten a glimpse of the cairn through. She took two steps past them, then yelped when her footing gave way in the mud and she pitched forward.

She gasped when Nathan grabbed her arm and yanked her back into him.

"Thanks," she paused to catch her breath as she stared down at the black mud that was sprinkled with nasty looking multicolored growths.

"We're at the very edge of the bog," Nathan snapped a long thin branch from a tree and stepping in front of her poked the ground.

In two places the tip sank several inches down, in the third it found solid ground.

"Here, stay right behind me."

They carefully treaded their way between several more trees, each more deformed and fungus covered than the next. The smell was getting bad, and Zoey made the mistake of trying to breathe through her mouth and retched, almost losing her lunch.

"Take this," Nathan pressed a bandana into her hand, he'd had in his pocket, and had used to wipe his face several times.

"Thanks," even though it was damp and sweaty, pressing it to her face kept the stink manageable. Next to her, Nathan had pulled his baggy t-shirt up over his mouth, holding it with one hand while using the stick.

They reached a stretch of water several feet across and after Nathan probed it with the branch they were sure it was only a few inches deep. Zoey removed her sneakers and socks, as Nathan did the same.

"Take my hand in case there's a deeper spot or your foot gets sucked into the muck."

Zoey took his hand and squeezed it. She hadn't expected it to be this creepy up here, and she was grateful for his touch. More than that, he'd gone from bitching and giving her a hard time, to basically taking charge and watching out for her.

"A good young man takes care of his own."

Zoey froze in mid-step, she'd heard the words, spoken in a sibilant voice, in her mind not through her ears.

"Especially the womenfolk, and in turn they take good care of their man."

"Holy shit," she whispered as a chill ran through her.

"What's the matter?" Nathan asked. You're crushing my hand, you see something?"

"No, just getting a weird vibe from this place." She resumed walking slowly through the water which wasn't just warm, but sticky from the scum floating in it.

"It was always that way, and should be that way again, isn't that right fruit of my seed?"

"Grandpa?" she thought the word, wondering if it would work.

"No, he has passed from this world, both in body and spirit. I am who you seek and the true patriarch or our special family"

They reached the other side of the mucky water, but Zoey hesitated to approach the clearing in front of her which was littered with cairns, some still standing, others knocked over, rocks strewn everywhere.

"No cause for fear, my beautiful daughter. I mean you no harm, I seek retribution on the descendants of those who hung he who I gave my seed to in hopes to further the oldest and most powerful love, that of family."

"Sis?" Nathan squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with concern. "You okay? You look like you seen a ghost, and I don't mean that as a joke."

"I...I'm okay."

"You sure? We can just get out of here if you're scared."

"No," she shook her head and took a deep breath. "I need to do this for Mom and Mabel and everyone in between. I can't stop."

"I don't know what you're supposed to do, but if it's that important, tell me, and I'll go do it for you and you can stay here, how's that?"

Zoey, overwhelmed with affection, threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Nathan, you know that?"

"Love you too, sis," he awkwardly returned the hug, but she heard him inhale deeply, taking in the scent of her hair and perfume. "You sure you're okay?"

"I am now," she leaned back, still smiling. "My brave brother is here to protect me."

"He is a brave lad, but you know he is protective of you for more than being his sister, do you not?"

"Yes, that's why mama said its time." Zoey replied in her mind.

"Your mother is right, dear one. Tis the time and the season for both love and retribution. Come to me, my golden haired beauty, no harm will befall you from the spirits of the dead and disgraced, they only rage at night, and you will be gone before then."

"Come on, Nate," she slipped into her sneakers, stepping on the backs of them rather than putting them all the way back on. "It should be right on the edge of the burial ground. They kept him separate from the others because they didn't want to piss off the remaining Nipmucs by putting a white man among them."

"How do you know that?" he mimicked, her, just sliding his feet into his shoes.

"Mabel," she hefted the journal. "What else you want to know?" she flinched when a rock from the top of the small cairn they'd just passed rolled off the top and just missed her foot. "Talk to me."

"What happened to his family? If they hung him for incest wouldn't they have done that to them?"

"Mabel said that as soon as he realized he'd been spotted in the barn with both his daughters, the town would come for him."

"Both? Damn." Nathan shook his head. "Kinky old goat."

"He told them to lie and say he coerced them that he put a spell on them and they couldn't control themselves."

"They bought that?"

"It was the 1800's they still bought everything especially here in the northeast," Zoey reminded him. "The daughters were told to add they were afraid to say no because he was their father."

"The town took pity on them but wanted to send them all off to a convent. They agreed, but the carriage that was to take them there was hijacked by robbers, and they were never seen again."

"Whoa, they were killed?" Nathan came to a sudden stop when another rock, rolled off a pile even though there was no wind and it was several feet away.

"No, the robbers were the farm hands that worked for John and Mabel, she paid them to ambush the carriage and knock out the two men in charge of getting them to the convent, when they woke up the women were gone they assumed they ended up being sold to brothels or murdered."

"Back then there were no id's and not much for detailed records so they went to New York, then further west and the family kept spreading out. Remember Nana saying she was born and raised in Oregon before coming to Florida?"

"Wow, and I thought we were from a dull family."

"We're a wild bunch, Nate," she gave him a playful wink despite her nerves. "You'll see just how wild soon and hear more later."

They made their way across the circular clearing, twice jumping out of the way of rolling rocks. Not that they were big enough to really hurt, but both somehow knew they shouldn't come into contact with them.

"That has to be it," Zoey pointed to a thin path between two enormous trees with crude drawings carved into the bark.

"Look at this," Nathan stopped in front of the one on the right which showed a drawing of a stick figure in front of a circle with a leering face drawn in the center.

Beneath it was a depiction of two people having sex, one figure bent over with the other behind it. There were several more pairs of copulating stick figures and next to each the round face looking on.

"Wonder what this says?" He pointed to a series of symbols that had the appearance of a language.

"Beware the gourd that corrupts the heart and loins."

"You can read that?"

"No," she opened the journal and showed him the exact tree Mabel had drawn a hundred fifty years ago. "See?"

"Damn, that's freaky."

"Told you this is all real." She pointed to the smiling circle. "That's the Great Pump-Kin."

"That's not the Charlie Brown version, that's for sure." He looked up at the sky, then his watch. "It's only three, but it seems like it's already getting darker," he looked up again. "All of a sudden too, no?"

"Even the sun won't shine on the cursed dead," Zoey said softly. "Nor does it want to nourish the gourd."

"Oh, my gourd with this," Nathan forced a nervous laugh.

"Ouch," Zoey winced. "Better squash those jokes."

"Double ouch!" Nathan grinned.

"Children," there was a sigh in her mind that caused her to laugh.

"We going to do whatever it is you're supposed to do?" Nathan turned serious, "I don't want to be up here in the dark, and I don't know how long the flashlights in our phones would hold up."

"Okay," she hefted the bag on her shoulder, and went to step between the trees, but Nathan cut her off, going in front of her.

"Jeez, look at this place."

Zoey cleared the trees and found they were standing before another circle, this full of thick bushes and brush, but also a thick tangle of vines that were interspersed with grey desiccated husks of pumpkins.

"Something tells me that's what we're looking for." Nathan spoke softly while nodding to her left.

Zoey followed his gaze to see an old rotting casket sitting atop what looked like three feet of dried up vegetation that was grey and black on the bottom, but much greener just beneath the coffin.

"Assholes didn't even bury him."

"They did," Zoey pushed herself to approach what she knew was the 'altar' Mabel had described in the journal. "Look at the old dirt and rocks along the base of this growth, the casket has been pushed up from the ground over the years."

"That's fucked up." Nathan walked in a circle around the casket, holding his phone up. "Hey, my camera isn't working."

"This isn't meant to be photographed." When she saw the look on his face, she tapped her chest. "Take one of me."

Nathan clicked his phone and frowned when the flash went off. He stared at the picture of her, then once again tried to take one of the coffin.

"This is fucked up," he lowered the phone. "You...you think this isn't really here, like some kind of ghostly image?"

"Maybe," Zoey's focus was on the thick grey vines that crisscrossed over the cracked lid of the casket. In the center was a large deflated black shell of a pumpkin.

She tentatively reached out, her fingers grazing it, then cried out when a flash went off behind her eyes and she saw an image of what she knew she had to do appear before her.

"What's wrong?" Nathan was immediately by her side. "You jerked your hand back like you were shocked or something."

"I felt something like that, a charge." She left out what she'd seen but had the feeling the same image had been in her brother's mind many times lately.

"Not just mind, but heart. It's here that is the key, only because of his feelings is this the time, pretty one."

"Right," Zoey replied aloud, and slipping the large bag from her shoulder, handed it to Nathan. "Do me a favor, there's a blanket in there, spread it out for me."

"What are we going to do, have a picnic with old gramps here?"

"Just do it, please," she said softly as she reached back and removed the scrunchie from her ponytail and shook out her long curly hair.

"Okay," he unzipped the bag and after taking out the two bottles of water, pulled out the old black blanket she'd folded up and shoved in there this morning.

"There's candles under it, put them on the corners of the blanket and use the lighter in the inside pocket."

"Now I guess it's a séance," he mumbled.

As Nathan shook out the blanket, then put the four small Yankee candle jars on the ends as she'd asked.

"Pumpkin scented, what a shock." He found the cheap plastic Bic and opened each jar to light the candles.

"Phew!" he waved his hand under his nose. "That's not just pumpkin."

"Mom melted in some nightshade incense," Zoey bent over, and took a deep breath of the acrid smoke."

"Nightshade?"

"It's known to be an aphrodisiac," Zoey slipped her sneakers off, and briefly stared down at her black tipped toes, wiggling them in the cool dirt.

It felt good, the soil beneath her feet surprisingly vibrant and strong, as if there were an energy flowing through it.

"Like goat weed?" Nathan asked.

"Something like it," Zoey placed the journal flat on the edge of the coffin, flipping through the pages until she came to the spell she'd been practicing with Mom for the last six months.

She could most likely do this from memory, but in case her nerves kicked in and her mind went blank, she wanted it in front of her. Zoey found the spell, then swallowed nervously when the black shapeless husk slid several inches down the lid of the coffin towards her hands.

"Whoa! I saw that!" Nathan started to step towards her, but she put her hand up. "Stay on the blanket."

"But..."

"Do your part for me," Zoey gave him an encouraging smile. "Remember what I said will happen for you if I succeed here."

"No idea what this has to do with that, but okay." He stepped back into the middle of the blanket.

"Take your shoes off, and sit down, get comfortable," she instructed.

Nathan shrugged and did as she asked, and Zoey's eyes narrowed when she noticed the smoke from the candles drifting toward him. There was no breeze, and even if there were, it wouldn't explain how smoke from all four corners would be drifting inward and into his face.

He blinked, and at first waved at the wisps of smoke, then stopped and seemed to relax as the incense laced grey tendrils swirled around his head.

"You know, this stuff kind of grows on you, it smells good."

"Glad you like it," she whispered.

"Turn his mind to where it needs to be before you begin." The voice, which seemed much closer and louder, hissed in her head.

"Hey, Nate can I ask you a question?"

"Shouldn't you be doing whatever it is you think you need to do?"

"I need a few minutes to let my energy build," she lied. "Let's talk."

"About what? The cool stories I'll have for my friends when we get back home about haunted pumpkin patches?"

"I don't think you should talk about what we'll be doing here," her voice seemed different. Lower, with a smoky, sultry rasp to it, and she was speaking slower than she usually did. "Now be a good boy and answer your sister's question."

"Good boy?" he gave her an odd look.

"You are a good boy for me, Nate. You do anything I ask of you, don't you?"

"Usually, you okay? You sound stoned."

"I think I sound sexy, don't you? Let's see," she turned and gave him a sultry smile, her normally wide eyes now narrow and smoldering with intensity. "Hmm, I like that little brother," she released a purr that would make a phone sex operator proud. "Yeah, baby, you want to make your big sister happy, don't you?"

"What the hell, Zoey?" he demanded his face flushing and not from the heat of the candles. "What kind of weird shit is this?"

"My question," she eased back on the porn star voice, but kept her eyes on his, holding him with her stare. "Is what's with all that porn you watch?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"One your sister wants an answer to," her smile changed to disarming, and she let her eyes widen, trying to get him relaxed. "We've never had secrets from each other," she cocked her head. "Have we?"

"Uh, no, no," he stammered. "I...well, uh, you know. I don't have a girl so I..." he looked away. "Need something to get off to."

"Sure, makes sense, I jill off myself sometimes," she giggled. "Nothing wrong with some me time, right?"

"I guess, shouldn't you be..."

"But even the sites that said family, all the videos marked as watched were brother and sister." She kept her tone casual even though out of the corner of her eye a ripple flowed through the black husk and it was now slowly pulsing.

Mom had said that would happen; it was a sign it recognized her as the blood of one's who'd born the seed of forbidden lust.

"Oh, well, I..." he stuttered the way he did when he tried talking to a girl, and on cue he pushed his glasses up on his nose, his tell whenever he was nervous or lying. "I guess maybe it's kind of...because the girls and guys are around our age so I think it's what sex would be like."

"Plenty of young porn stars not pretending to be someone's sister," she paused to lick her lips and saw his eyes widen behind his lenses. "But other thing I noticed is the sister is always the big sister, never the little sister, and in some of them, the brother was a virgin."

"Why are we talking about this?" Nathan asked. "We're in a damn cemetery and it's getting dark and..."

"You think about it, Nate?"

"Think about what? Sex?"

"Sex with me."

"Fuck no!" he exclaimed. "Jesus, why would you say that?" he pointed to the casket. "You're getting that from that sick fucking story about the molester in that box. Got it on the brain."

There was the sound of someone taking a deep breath in her mind, and a slow exhalation that had a blatantly sexual aspect to it.

"Ah, the scent of love laced lust for forbidden fruit, there is nothing like it. The ones before you failed for there was not a true desire for me to inspire. Even as a diminished spirit I feel his longing for his sibling's heart and body.

"It's time, daughter, speak the words that will make me whole, that will lead to you consummating your love, and my and your family's revenge."

"On the night of Samhain," Zoey recited in Latin. "I ask for love the world deem insane."

She reached into the pocket of her shorts and removing a small pocketknife snapped it open.

"Zoey, what are you doing?" Nathan's voice sounded far away and garbled from the sudden rushing in her ears.

She reached over the husk and didn't hesitate to draw the knife across her palm. She felt no pain from the cut and watched the blood drip onto the throbbing mass on the altar.

Tonight, I long to feel and see,

To share the love of family.

A lust so strong and love so right,

I yearn for in their arms tonight.

Love the righteous deem forbidden,

forcing us to keep it hidden.

Beneath her hand the mass swelled and a series of cracking sounds reached her ears. The rotted black skin burst open, healthy green tendrils sprouting from under it. Zoey spread her arms and lifted her head, her voice rising.

A love for which we've been taught shame,

within us fans that secret flame.

We burn within for those we crave,

those by morality enslaved.

Within them now unleash desire;

and now ignite that inner fire!

Pieces of decayed black vegetation exploded around and above her, but none of it struck her, as she continued the incantation. A feeling of light headedness overcame her and everything momentarily went dark. But her memory didn't fail and her voice shouted into her personal darkness.

Within the one whose love you seek,

desire for whom you dare to speak,

be there but a glowing ember,

spark of need for family member,

that tiny seed is all you need

Her vision returned and Zoey could see herself, as if she were floating above her body. Not just her, but the clearing. Nathan remaining on the blanket, still sitting, his eyes wide as he stared at what was happening on the altar.

The fresh greens were intertwining, forming a circular shape that quickly became a solid sphere. The green cracked away as the original husk had, now giving way to a familiar shade of orange.

Zoey stared down at her body where she stood, arms out as if in supplication, her head thrown back, and her eyes were now the same shade of orange as the transforming shape on the alter.

to nurture lust on which to feed

to quench the thirst of family first,

and scorn the laws of couplings cursed.

The flow'r thus will burst from cover

and each embrace their true lover.

The sphere had now morphed into a large pumpkin, and as Zoey watched from above, small chunks of it popped out of the front, two triangular eyes, a nose and a row of sharp fangs appearing, curved into a feral smile.

That seed you seek yet can be found,

in this unhallowed tainted ground.

Wisps of orange steam emanated from it, and a sizzling sound accompanied a small circle being burned into the top of it, around the stem.

The seed of the unholy gourd

surpasses laws of the false lord.

The root of lust will grow at last

And therefore it shall come to pass

That which is deemed the greatest sin,

through the power of the Great Pump-kin!

The top flipped off the pumpkin releasing a cloud of orange steam that encompassed her. Suddenly, Zoey was back in her body, coughing as the noxious fumes went up her nose.

She heard Nathan asking if she were okay, and saw him rising to his feet, but remaining still when the orange cloud billowed further around her, now so thick she lost sight of him.

"Daughter, take but this one seed you're reawakening of me has produced. Use it for yourself to help bond with your destined love. When the time comes, I will show you how to replenish me to exact our revenge."

The pumpkin before her shook and its mouth shifted, as if it were puckering up. Something small shot out of it and hit her in the chest. Zoey plucked the sticky object from her shirt, and saw it was indeed a pumpkin seed.

She held it between her fingers uncertain what to do. When no instructions came in her mind, she popped it in her mouth and swallowed it, grimacing at the taste as well as the slimy coating around it sliding down her throat.

She turned away from the altar to see the orange cloud dissipating enough to make out Nathan still on the blanket staring in her direction. It was time to do what she promised mom she would do, what she was meant to do, and what her brother needed and wanted her to do.

Become his first, and only, lover.

But now that the moment was here, she felt doubt creeping in.

What if this messed him up? What if he only desired her because he never had a girlfriend and she was the only girl who was good to him? What if she seduced him, and now that the ice was broken, he went after other girls?

She had no doubt there was lust there, but was there love for her? In her case she loved him with all her heart, and could most likely push herself to engage in the physical act of sex, but could she love him in every way?

What if she tried to take him now, and he refused? She knew Nathan was full of shame and self-loathing over his desire for her, she could see the conflict on his face every time he looked at her and thought of her in that way.

Zoey had spent months playing it up, dressing more provocatively around him, teasing him by not wearing a bra around the house, getting close to him on the couch, once deliberately walking out of the bathroom in just a towel, knowing he was home and when he came out of his room, letting the towel drop just enough for him to get a quick flash of her breasts before she pulled it up and acted embarrassed.

She kept his fire for her burning and with Mom's blessing, and all for tonight. Now what if she failed as others had before her? They'd all thought they were the ones, what if?

Zoey's mind stopped racing and her hand went to her bare stomach where a burning sensation was building. It didn't hurt, just a growing heat, reminding her of when she'd done fireballs at a party, the liquor leaving a hot trail down her throat to spread through her body.

This heat however spread lower, and she gasped when she felt it between her thighs. A soft moan escaped her when her clit swelled. The heat shot up through her chest, causing her nipples to pop beneath her shirt.

Her moan transformed into a whimper as both her clit and nipples throbbed and ached with need as if she'd been horny for a long period of time. Her hands went to her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt and groaning at how sensitive they were.

Zoey's body spasmed, and her mind filled with a kaleidoscope of images. The first few were of herself. Her in a bikini stretched out by the pool, same bikini, but now on her stomach with her top untied to avoid tan lines.

In a form fitting red micro dress and fuck me heels, her hair teased out and made up to get messed up. She realized she was seeing herself through Nathan's eyes; glimpses of all the times he'd stared at her.

Her bending over in the tight Hooters shorts and to her surprise one of her at one of the car washes, in a bikini top, her hair wet and her upper body soapy as she rubbed herself against the car, working a tip.

The images went quicker but were all of her in revealing out fits and positions. Her 'accidental wardrobe malfunction with the towel kept showing up in between other images. A series of her sleeping in just a tank top and a thong, with her sheet off, telling her he'd snuck into her room on more than one occasion.

Had she kicked the sheet off or had the perv pulled it off her? She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror to the right of her bed with his cock in his hand, masturbating to her. Things took an even more X-rated turn, views of her cupping her breasts, of her on her hands and knees, on her back, her legs up and mouth open, eyes wide as he fucked her in his fantasies.

Zoey on top, her long hair falling across her face, her tits bouncing as she rode him. Her between his thighs, his cock in her hand, against her face, in her mouth. A flash of him cumming on her face and in her open mouth, on her tits, her ass.

The vision of his lust for her caused her clit and nipples to throb to the point it bordered on painful, she knew she was now feeling his lust, his frustration of seeing what he felt he could never have.

The mental slideshow shifted, still views of her, but more innocent, a rapid fire series of Zoey smiling, laughing, several of her kissing him on the cheek, her blowing him a kiss as he took a picture of her.

Words joined the images, Nathan's voice whispered. "She's so beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, Why does she have to be my sister?"

Zoey's mind went dark then two small flames flicked in the darkness. The light spread to show a dining room table set for two, complete with a bottle of wine. She knew that image, this past Valentine she was supposed to go out, but the guy cancelled last minute.

It had been a rare case of her having some interest in the guy, and she'd been hurt when she'd heard from a friend he'd blown her off to go out with someone else. She'd come home upset and Nathan had asked what was wrong.

She'd told him what happened and tried to laugh it off, but she knew she sounded like the loser she felt like. Nathan had left her room and she'd showered and lied down. He called her an hour later and told her to come downstairs.

She tossed on shorts and a t-shirt and come down to find the candlelit dining room and food from her favorite Italian restaurant on the table. Nathan had told her that she deserved a nice Valentine, and then with a flourish produced a red rose and kissed her on the cheek.

Zoey had been so touched she'd been teary eyed; it was such a sweet gesture! They'd had a "grown up dinner" as Nathan called it, talking about everything in their lives while eating and sipping wine.

They'd gone out on the deck and watched the sunset while drinking more wine. When she said she was tired and needed to get up early, Nathan had thanked her for the closest thing he'd ever had to a date.

On a whim, Zoey kissed him on the lips, it was a quick peck and she playfully thanked him for a wonderful evening. That brief harmless peck now ran through her head repeatedly and in fast forward, the entire night blurred in an increasingly fast loop showing her how much it had meant to him.

She kissed me! Her lips were so soft, she looked so pretty with her eyes closed. Why couldn't this be for real? Now the night went into his fantasy, the kiss lasting longer, growing more passionate, them going back into the house, into her room.

They pulled each other's clothes off and fell onto the bed where they made love. Not raunchy sex as she'd seen before in his head, but sweet, soft, and slow. She saw her face beneath him, her lips parted eyes closed, moaning softly as he loved her.

They both moaned in a mutual climax and he whispered, "I love you Zoey," she replied, "And I love you Nathan, and I'll love you forever, I promise, you'll be the only man I'll love."

"Love you Nathan, Love you Nathan," the words spun in her head followed by "All I need is a chance to show her how much I love her. No one would treat her better than me! But I can't even tell her!"

There was a sob of frustration at the end of those words that melted her heart, and as her mind cleared, Zoey stepped towards him. She now knew she could do this, no, not could, wanted to.

She'd known of his lust, now she'd felt his love and in turn it awakened her love for him. It was all true, they were meant for each other, and not just for tonight's ritual, but the rest of their lives. A smile spread across her face and a wave of moist heat flowed between her thighs.

Zoey had her share of sex the last four years, but she'd never been this wet, nor felt the need to quench her body's lust this strongly. Her heart swelled as well, love matching lust. She was going to make her little brother happy, make his dreams come true, all of them, the dirty ones, the sweet ones, and everything in between.

Now experiencing an emotional desire that matched her physical longing, she smiled as she sauntered over to him.

"You okay?" he asked, as he remained standing on the blanket. "What was all that?"

"You have something you want to tell me, Nathan?" she asked, stepping on the blanket with him.

"Like what?"

"Like," she leaned close and whispered in his ear. "How much you love me?"

"I do love you, but you know, you're my sister."

"No, you want to love me like those boys in the videos love their sisters. You want to love me in every way." She released a heavy sigh, her breath hot on his neck. "Not just love me but fuck me."

"Hey," he took a step back putting his hands up. "You got that messed up family stuff in your head. I..."

"You sneak into my room when you know I came home drunk and wouldn't wake up." She told him. "You pulled my sheet off, you stood there in my room and made a nasty mess in your own hand, jacking off right over my ass."

"I...no..." he blinked and swallowed hard. "How do you know that?"

"A little pumpkin showed me," she shrugged. "But seeing I found one of my thongs in your desk drawer covered in nasty stains I knew already."

"Zoey, I'm sorry, but I've never been with a girl and..."

She stopped him with her finger to his lips as she had before.

"It's okay, Nathan. I've known for months."

"You have?"

"I have and that's why we're here because your feelings for me were foretold a hundred and fifty years ago."

"Jesus, that crap again?"

"Not crap, baby," she reached out and gently removed his glasses from his face, folding them and dropping them onto the edge of the blanket. "Destiny."

"But..."

"You have such pretty eyes," she placed her hand on his sweaty cheek and realized not only had the cut in her palm healed, but there was also no longer any blood anywhere on her. "Would you like to kiss me, Nate?"

"You're really not messing with me?"

"I'd love to be messing with you, but how about a kiss first?"

Nathan's hand went to his face to push up the glasses she'd taken off, and she saw his fingers trembling.

"But um, wouldn't it be wrong? I mean, it's kind of against the law isn't it? What if someone found out? They'd call you all kinds of names and think you were nasty."

He was so sweet! Here she was offering to make his dreams come true and he was worried about what people would think of her if they ever found out. Not himself, just her.

"You need to take the lead big sister," The voice prodded her. "Take the choice away from him, and remember, the seed to remove his concern can be spread, you'll know how."

"No more talk, little brother," Zoey crossed her arms, and grabbing the bottom of her shirt peeled it over her head and flipped it behind her, leaving him confronted with her large breasts barely contained in the skimpy white bra she'd worn because she knew this would be happening today.

The cups only covered the outer portion of her breasts and were lace, revealing her hard pink nipples beneath the thin material.

"Oh..." Nathan's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open, an expression she'd have laughed at if she weren't so horny that her thighs were pressed together and she was squirming as she stood in front of him.

She didn't hesitate to reach behind her, unhook her bra and whip it off, exposing her bare breasts to her brother.

"Oh my god!" Nathan exclaimed, but his eyes were riveted to her breasts.

Zoey's tits were things of wonder, and she knew it. Large, well rounded, and despite their size and weight sitting high and proud, the gift of youth as her mother joked. In addition to her large light pink nipples, the inner portion of her breasts were deeply tanned, leaving the outer half milky white.

"Been thinking of your sister's tits a lot haven't you?" she cupped them, offering them to him. "Better look than that little peek I gave you in the hall that day, the one you can't get out of your head."

"Gave me?" he repeated as he watched her slide her thumbs over her nipples.

"Hmm," she moaned and her hips jerked as just her own light touch made her feel as if she were going to pop. "Did it on purpose, needed to keep those nasty thoughts about your big sis going."

She grabbed his shirt and yanked it up to his chest. Still looking as if he couldn't believe this was real, Nathan slowly lifted his arms, allowing her to pull his shirt off.

"There, that's better," she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her soft breasts into him. "How's that feel, baby?" she wiggled side to side, sliding her hard nipples along his chest. "Come on, Nate, don't be shy, hug your sister."

His arms encircled her and when she ground her hips into him she could feel his cock pressing into her stomach.

"You don't feel shy," she cooed, thrusting into him for emphasis while she caressed his shoulders and back with her long nails. His hands slid up the smooth skin of her back and she could feel them shaking, his entire body was tense and trembling.

The kid had never been with girl, as far as she knew never even kissed one, and here was his sister, topless and grinding on him. Her body jerked when the heat which had died down to a warm glow in her lower stomach and between her legs, roared back to life.

It shot up through her chest and into her throat before filling her mouth. Her face flushed and her tongue felt as if it were on fire. As the Pump-Kin had told her, she knew what to do.

Zoey grabbed the back of his head, and lifted hers, kissing him. Nathan gasped as her lips pressed hard to his, and as soon as they parted she drove her tongue between them.

More than just her tongue; the heat flowed between her lips and into his mouth. Nathan's body jerked against her and his hands tightened, squeezing her back. Zoey continued to kiss him, her lips now working softly along his.

Her tongue playfully danced over and under his and as the heat left their mouths, she felt his body relax into her, and more importantly he was now returning her kiss. He moaned into her mouth as she resumed working her nipples across his chest.

Zoey emitted a moan of her own, a much louder one, when his hands slid up her sides, then between them, fondling her breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive that a shudder went through her when his palms grazed them.

"Yeah, play with them," she purred into their kiss. "They're yours little brother, all yours."

Nathan's tongue plunged boldly into her mouth and she whimpered when it was now his fingers on her nipples, rolling them. His lips slipped from hers and Zoey cried out in surprised pleasure when he slid one hand behind her, caught the end of her long hair and used it to pull her head back.

"Yes!" she called out into the warm, and suddenly foggy air when Nathan's lips fastened to her neck, kissing and licking her tender skin.

Zoey's hands went between them, fumbling with his belt, and once she had it open yanking his shorts open so hard the button was flying. She tore his zipper down with her left hand, the fingers of her right already deftly slipping into the slit in his boxers.

"Fuck," he breathed into her neck and her slender fingers wrapped around his hard cock as best they could with it trapped in his underwear. "I...I swear I must be dreaming."

"Baby, your sister has seen your dreams, and I'm going to make every one of them come true."

She pushed his hands from her breasts and dropped to her knees. Grabbing the sides of his shorts and underwear she pulled them down so roughly he staggered forward, having to put his hands on her shoulders for balance.

But all Zoey cared about was his cock, which had sprung free and was level with her face.

"Wow," she blinked, as she gripped it in her right fist. "Nate, if the girls knew you had this you'd have had no problem getting a date."

She wasn't kidding; her little brother's cock was not only exceptionally long, but her fingers could barely touch around his thick shaft. Her other hand slid between his thighs, cupping his heavy swollen balls.

"Jesus," Nate stared down at her, that wide eyed is this real look still on his face. "You're going to...Oh!"

He moaned when after giving his cock a quick pump, Zoey opened wide and downed half his length in one smooth suck. She opened wider, taking him deeper, then went to town.

She bobbed her head rapidly, loving the way Nate moaned and whimpered above her. Her hair fell across her face and he swept it to the side, shifting his left hand to the top of her head as she blew him.

Blew him. She was on her knees in a damn cursed burial ground sucking her brother's dick and moaning like a porn star while she did it. Rather than disturb her, the image fueled her to take him even deeper.

She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but angled her head, gave her gag reflex a moment to settle, then pushed forward, slipping him all the way down. She turned her eyes up to him, taking in the look on his face as she deep throated him.

Zoey would have liked to take her time, lick, tease, really put on a show and make his brother's first blow job something memorable. But her body was in overdrive, her hips grinding in tight circles as she knelt before him.

Her entire pussy was now throbbing and she could feel the now sopping crotch of her thong sticking to her gushing slit. She shook her head vigorously, working his cock around in her mouth and throat and his hips thrust, sending him deeper.

She gagged once more, spit spilling from the sides of her mouth, and he groaned.

"Sorry, I...it just feels so good."

Zoey kept her eyes on his and after giving him a wink with a now watering eye, she slid her lips along his shaft and released him. She spit a nasty glob of pre cum laced drool onto the large purple head of his cock and ran her hand over it, before pumping his wet cock in her fist.

His hips worked, thrusting his cock through her hand, and his balls tightened in her palm. Zoey took a deep breath, then took him deep and proceeded to suck him with an enthusiasm that bordered on violent.

She released him from her hand and repeatedly deep throated him, pounding his long thick cock down her throat. She gagged and gurgled each time, drool flowing down her chin and dripping onto her chest and tits.

She put her hands on his hips and pushed and pulled in time with her sucking, driving him into her descending mouth. Her eyes were watering and her face flushed from the exertion of fucking her own mouth with his huge dick.

Nate's hand tightened in her hair, but his other reached beneath her, cupping her right breast and fondling it. She groaned around his cock and she continued to assault her own throat.

"Glug, glug, glug!" the nasty sloppy gagging and slurping sounds could rival any porn stars efforts and she felt a twisted sense of pride as she showed off her oral prowess to her brother.

But why not, after all this would be the last cock she ever sucked, the one that would be stuffing her holes, all of them, for the rest of her life, so shouldn't she make a good first impression? Show Nate what a nasty little cocksucker his big sister was?

She bobbed her head faster, her sucking becoming louder, nastier, and more frenzied. Somewhere in her lust addled mind it surprised her he hadn't come yet. He'd never touched a girl before this, never mind had his dick sucked, let alone the way she was going at it.

"My essence enhances those who partake of it. They become more enduring, confident, more skilled. All so they can better please their lover and show them there is no love like that of family."

The voice was louder and stronger in her mind, going from a dry whisper to a vibrant bass, much the way the husk itself had transformed.

"Oh, Zoey," Nate moaned her name, sending another electric shock of pleasure though her. "I can't believe this, I'm getting a blow job," he emitted a sound somewhere between a nervous laugh and a groan. "And from my sister!"

Zoey released him from her mouth sending another sticky mess flowing down her chin.

"You're going to get more than that from your big sister," she rose to her feet and gave him a gentle shove. "Lay down."

His eyes darted down to his sloppy dripping cock, then to her heaving breasts, and finally to her red, tear, and make up streaked face.

"You...you mean we're going to..." he looked around. "Here?"

"Has to be here," she slapped his hands away when he reached for her breasts. "Stop being a pain in the ass and do as I tell you!"

"Okay, okay!" he sat down on the blanket and tugged his shorts from his feet. "Jeez, even now you have to be bossy?""

"Even now you have to be a dork?"

"Siblings," The voice muttered. "All through the centuries, they never change."

His mouth opened to reply, but Zoey raised her right leg, put her bare foot in his face, and pushed him down onto his back. The indignant look on his face was replaced by one of anticipation when she unsnapped her shorts.

Zoey unzipped them while staring down at his spit slicked cock, hard and twitching between his thighs, marveling at the size of it. She'd meant what she'd said, if the girl's he went to school with ever saw it, he'd have had no problem getting laid.

But they hadn't known, and every thick hard inch belonged to her, both now and forever. Zoey tugged her shorts down over her hips, then turned her back to him, and put on a show, shimmying side to side as she worked the tights shorts down over the curve of her ass.

She pushed them, as well as her thong, to her knees, moaning as the crotch peeled from her hot, sticky flesh.

"Goddamn," Nate whispered behind her. "I can see your pussy!"

"Stop sounding like a little boy," Zoey straightened and kicked her shorts away. Christ, she was about to give him his first time and he was acting like a fool.

"No! I mean I can see it perfect, you the trees, everything! I don't have my glasses and nothing's blurry!"

"His children should be whole in every way."

Zoey turned to see him smiling excitedly up at her.

"And the first thing I get to see like this is you! God, you're even sexier than I thought you'd be!"

"That's better," she nodded as she swung her right foot over his hips, straddling him. "Because I'm going to give you a real show."

Zoey lowered herself, turning her knees outward and wantonly spreading her legs as she squatted over him. She grabbed his bobbing cock, and her breath hissed between her lips when she rubbed his angry purple head over her swollen clit and through her wet lips.

Nate's eyes met hers, and she took a moment to enjoy the look of anticipation on her brother's face before easing his tip up inside her. Like when she blew him, Zoey would have liked to go slow, let him revel in the feeling of slowly sinking into his sister's hot wet flesh.

But just as it happened then, her lust, her need, for her brother, overwhelmed her. She drove down on him, impaling herself on the full length of his cock. They both cried out; Nate in pure ecstatic pleasure as for the first time in his life he experienced what it was like to be inside a woman.

For Zoey it was a mixture of pleasure laced with pain. His cock was so damn thick, thicker than any man she'd had before, and she didn't give herself any time to get used to him, just buried him inside her aching cunt.

She was forced to spread uncomfortably around him, and even with her being so wet, it still hurt. But not enough to stop her from bouncing up and down, using her legs to ease him halfway out before slamming back down on him.

She released a high pitched yelp each time she forced herself to take his full length, but as she continued to ride him hard and fast she became more accustomed to him. Zoey had her hands on her knees, keeping her balance and she was sure making it even more exciting for him.

She cupped her breasts, fondling them while she went full cowgirl on him. Nate's hands went to her thighs, helping to steady her as she found yet another gear, now slamming down on him hard enough to make his balls slap against her ass.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" Nate moaned beneath her as she bucked on him like he was a horse at a rodeo.

"How's your sister look riding your big dick, baby?" She raised her arms over her head, lifting her hair, and posing for him.

"So sexy," he groaned as she continued her all out assault on his cock. "So beautiful."

Zoey threw her head back and laughed, then cried out in joy as now that she was used to his size, the feeling of being so completely full was incredible. She was now rising higher, sliding more of him from within her before descending on his long shaft.

Her tits bounced wildly and she cried out louder than she ever had with any of the other guys she'd been with. That was because this wasn't any boy, it was her brother! The committing of the ultimate taboo had released all her inhibitions.

Zoey felt wild and deliciously wanton as she took her brother's virginity. She'd never lacked confidence, but she'd never felt as sexy as she did right now. She recalled the fantasy images she'd seen in Nate's mind and knew this memory would replace those, now and for the rest of his life.

From now on there would be no bitter thoughts, shame or unfulfilled desires tormenting her brother. Now, there would be nothing but fantasies fulfilled and lust sated. Nate would get all the wild nasty sex from her he'd ever imagined.

Zoey would get the love she'd never before craved from a man. Before tonight, all her sex had been meaningless fun, never emotional, but Nate would fill that empty place in her heart just as he filled all her other holes.

She leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest, and slid her feet out behind her so she was now kneeling. She pumped her hips, pounding down on his cock. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them and stroking her nipples.

Zoey slid further forward, her hands shifting to the blanket on either side of his head. Lowering herself down to him, she put her breasts in his face. Laughing, she shook side to side, slapping him with her tits.

Nate caught them in his hands, and Zoey yelled "Yes!" when his lips found her right nipple.

"Suck it!' she exclaimed, now slowly rocking back and forth, and more sensually sliding his cock in and out of her while he shifted to sucking her other nipple. "Suck those tits! Those tits you dreamt about, the tits that you jerked off to."

Nate turned his head side to side, flicking his tongue over her nipples as his hands slid down her sides and to her hips. He pushed and pulled, urging her to ride him faster. He sucked each of her nipples in turn, then smiled up at her.

"Kiss me?" he asked.

"Anything you want, baby," she cooed, bringing her face down to him.

Their lips met, and she let her weight go, pressing her breasts into his chest as their tongues found each other. Nate's hands slid up her now sweaty back, caressing her before his arms encircled her slender waist.

"My turn," he whispered into her lips.

He drew his knees up so his feet were flat on the blanket and thrust his hips, driving his cock deep into her. She cried out in surprise, then went into a series of high pitched yips when he squeezed her tightly to him and his hips went into a frenzy.

He was tearing into her prone pussy with a force, and confidence, she hadn't expected. Again, it was unnatural he hadn't come yet being his first time, more so if she were to believe the spirit inside the awakened pumpkin had anything to do with it.

What was natural about any of this? Answer was nothing, but what really mattered is Zoey was getting fucked like she never had before, and it felt better than anything she'd ever imagined.

She was so wet she could hear his cock entering her and her thighs were now warm and sticky from her gushing around him. Nate surprised her a second time, when he thrust his body up and to the right, rolling them over.

Their positions reversed; he was now smiling down at her while still pumping her with his seemingly inexhaustible cock. Whatever the hell was in that seed could put Viagra to shame.

Nate kissed her hard, his tongue forcing her lips apart, and his mouth capturing her squeals as he hammered away at her. He broke the kiss and leaned back, sliding his dripping cock from her.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Don't stop!"

"I think I want to give my sister a real kiss."

He crawled down the blanket, slid onto his stomach, and with no hesitation, buried his face between her thighs.

"Oh, my god!' Zoey squealed as her brother boldly plunged his tongue into her sloppy pussy. "You bad boy!" she giggled, then groaned when he slurped on her, and she felt herself gush into his mouth.

He swirled his tongue inside her, and Zoey whimpered and squirmed on the blanket. Nate put his hands on her thighs and using his thumbs spread her open. He moved his head, fucking her with his now rigid tongue and she thrust her hips into his face, urging him deeper.

Nate's thumb found her clit and rubbed it in a slow circle as he probed her with his eager tongue. His eyes turned upward to meet hers, and he eased his head back, removing his tongue from her pussy, a thin sticky strand trailing from his tongue.

He slurped it back to his source, one more jamming his tongue inside her while playing with her throbbing clit. Zoey lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders, her feet on his back.

She worked her hips up and down, grinding her hot pink flesh into his face. Nate slipped his tongue from inside her, and her body tensed in anticipation as he wiggled his tongue through the soft folds of her slit.

He was taking his time, another surprise considering how excited he was, and she wiggled her ass on the blanket, whimpering as his fluttering tongue explored her. Zoey grabbed his head, her fingers curling in his hair, and holding him still, thrust her hips, pushing his tongue onto her clit.

"Lick it!" she moaned. "I need to come, baby! Please make your sister come!"

Nate's tongue circled her clit, slowly at first then in increasingly fast circle. Zoey released his hair, and grabbed her tits, her thumbs caressing her nipples.

"So hot," Nate whispered into her, and she was so worked up, just his warm breath on her clit made her squirm.

His eyes were on her tits, but then shifted to the side and he gasped. "What the fuck?"

Zoey looked in that direction and saw the pumpkin was now on the ground, and less than two feet from the blanket.

"How did it get there, and its glowing like there's a candle in there!" Nate lifted his head from between her legs and tried to rise.

Zoey crossed her legs over him, locking her ankles behind his head.

"Its okay, he's not going to hurt us! He wants us to be together," she flinched when an image of why the pumpkin needed to be this close, and how she had to finish with Nate was inserted into her mind.

"It's freaky," Nate stared nervously at the smiling pumpkin.

"Is that wet pussy in your face freaky?" she asked. "Was watching me suck your dick for the first time freaky? Fucking me?"

"Hell no," Nate turned his eyes back to her, then repeated. "First time?"

"Baby, your big sister will be fucking and sucking you every day after this," she flicked her tongue at him. "Might even suck it again in a few minutes, now how about you forget about Mr. Pumpkin and make me come so you can get back to pumping me?"

His gaze dropped to her now sweat slicked breasts, then the smooth pink slit topped with a patch of now damp blonde fuzz, her swollen clit plainly visible in its aroused state. Without another word, plunged his face back between her thighs and Zoey squealed in delight when this time he took her clit between his lips and sucked on it.

Nate sucked her several times, first gently, then harder, making her groan. He shoved two fingers inside her dripping cunt. Zoey felt his knuckles press against her pussy as he pushed them in as far as he could, and her eyes rolled back when he curled them.

She put her feet on his shoulders, her toes curling into him as his tongue went wild on her clit, dancing across it with a skill that seemed out of place with his lack of experience. It was as the Pump-kin said, it had somehow enhanced not only her brother's stamina, and confidence, but his ability to please her.

Her, up until now virgin, brother played her clit expertly. His tongue flickered side to side, then up and down, and in both slow and fast circles around her appreciative clit. Likewise, his fingers moved with similar skill.

Curling inside her, pumping her, then suddenly shaking them side to side, making sloppy slapping sounds inside her flooded pussy. Zoey gripped her nipples between her black tipped fingers, twisting them roughly.

The sudden sharp pain added to her pleasure and her hips moved faster, grinding in Nate's face, and driving his fingers deeper.

"Yes," she moaned, "Like that, baby," she pushed on his shoulders with her feet, lifting her ass off the blanket. "Work that clit, make your big sister come for the first time!"

Nate switched to sucking, hard and fast, then more gently. Zoey whimpered, her pussy contracting around his now thrusting fingers while tugging her nipples, stretching them to the point it was painful.

She shook them, causing her tits to bounce and their weight increased the pleasurable pain in her sensitive pink flesh. Nate wiggled his fingers inside her, and when he curled them while simultaneously giving her clit a hard suck, the orgasm that had been slowly building within her exploded.

Throwing her head back, Zoey released a long loud wail of pleasure as her pussy convulsed around her brother's fingers.

"Yes, yes, oh, fucking yes!" she cried out into the warm fetid air still swirling with orange smoke from the Pump-Kin's awakening.

Zoey was jolted with another intense wave of pleasure and her words turned into yelps and squeals mixed in with incoherent attempts to speak. She'd never come this hard in her life, and the waves of ecstasy crashing through her had her body writhing on the blanket.

She slipped her legs back around Nate's head, and ground her hips wildly, grinding her hot quivering flesh in his now trapped face. To his credit, both his fingers and tongue were still moving, striving to please her while she bucked and squirmed.

With a long breathy moan, Zoey went limp, breathing hard as the last waves of the orgasm flowed gently through her, the last ripples of it causing her hips to twitch and her pussy to contract around his fingers one last time.

"Oh, fuck me," she stared up at the thick over hanging branches that obscured all but a sliver of the blue sky above. "I...wow, I came hard."

"Did you just say fuck you?" Nate slid up to his knees, grabbed her behind her knees, lifted her legs, and plowed into her in one long hard stroke.

"That's it, baby! Take your sister! Make me yours!"

"Mine," Nate, his face as flushed and sweaty as hers, smiled. "All mine."

"Show me I'm yours!"

Zoey became the willing victim of careful what you wish for when Nate leaned forward, pushing her legs back until she was staring up at her feet, and tore into her with a force that bordered on brutal.

She yipped continuously as he took her as hard as she'd told him to, his balls smacking against her each time his cock drove home. Above her Nate looked damn good, without his glasses she could see his beautiful blue eyes more clearly, and his hair being a sweaty tousled mess was a good look for him.

She'd never quite noticed just how much he'd begun to fill out, but the way the muscles in his arms and shoulders stood out were impressive. As was his glistening chest and flat stomach, but nowhere near as impressive as the beautiful cock plundering her now sore, but in a good way, pussy.

Nate's breathing grew heavier and his thrusts faster and more desperate. Sensing he was getting close, Zoey yelled "Stop!" and pushed her legs against his arms.

"I...I do something wrong?" he asked as she slid up the blanket, causing his cock to slip from inside her.

"No, but it would be wrong if you had your first time without seeing my best side," she quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass enticingly. "Come get it, baby!"

Nate didn't need to be told twice. Sliding over behind her, her gripped her hips, and entered her. Zoey's eyes rolled and her mouth opened into a continuous O, as Nate resumed his frenzied fucking of her.

He'd also, as she hoped, failed to notice her rolling over had put them much closer to the Pump-Kin which was now barely more than a foot from them. Nate's left hand snagged her long hair and pulled on it.

Using that as an excuse to look to her left, Zoey saw the top of the Pump-Kin had popped off, leaving a large perfectly round hole in the top it. Orange steam flowed from it, as well as from the triangular eyes.

It was eerie, but she felt no threat from it, to the contrary, Zoey found she wanted to make it happy. For her and Nate to make it proud of them. Not just now by consummating the forbidden love the Pump-Kin existed to spread, but to help gain retribution for their ancestor, and anyone of the men the gourd had inspired to love their family.

Zoey's attention came back to the act in question when Nate gave her ass a playful slap. She yelped, but wiggled back into him, telling him it was okay. Still hold her hair, he gave each side of her ass a few smacks, hard enough to sting, but not really hurt.

Not that she would have noticed anything other than the way his thick cock continued to split her tight twat with her relentless pounding.

"Fuck me!" Zoey looked over her shoulder at him. "Fuck your sister! Your lover, you're dirty little slut, you're everything!"

"Yes," Nate's thrusts once again became shorter and faster, his cock now twitching each time he went deep. "My everything, I love it!"

"And you'll love me! We'll love each other. Nice and slow and sweet, but this time you're showing your sister who she belongs to, aren't you?"

"Yeah, making you mine!" he gasped and his fingers tightened on her hip and he pulled her hair harder.

"I am a nasty little thing, aren't I?" she egged him on. "Butt ass naked on my knees in these creepy woods. Sucking my brother's dick, coming in his face, letting him take me!"

She lowered her head to the blanket, lifting her ass higher.

"How's that?" she demanded amid her sharp yips as she swore he was hitting even deeper inside her than he had before. "Face down, ass up, just the way it should be, right? You just giving it to your bitch sister, showing her what a man you are, making her tell you how much she loved your cock and how bad she needs it in her nasty little cunt!"

"Oh, oh, Zoey!" he moaned. "I...I'm going to come!"

"Not inside!" she yelled back at him. "Take it out and hold it for me!"

Nate groaned and whipped his cock out. Zoey sat up on her knees and turned towards him, to see him holding his cock at the base, but there was a pearly white drop already oozing from his tip.

Before she was completely turned around, she gripped his cock hard, just beneath his head, pinching off his impending ejaculation.

"Ow!" Nate whimpered. "That hurts!"

Zoey ignored him, awkwardly spinning the rest of her way around on the blanket. When his cock was directly in front of her she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and released the death grip she had on it.

"Fuck!" Nate exclaimed as his cock erupted in her mouth.

Zoey squealed around his head and made a gurgling sound as she struggled to keep the jet of cum that struck the back of her throat from sliding down into it. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around his head, jerking him into her mouth.

Nate moaned and whimpered as she added her free hand to his balls, rubbing them to coax every bit of cum from him. She needed all of it, to completely drain him to ensure the night would go as planned and they could spread as much taboo lust as possible.

The size of her brother's load matched that of his cock. She kept stroking and he kept giving her more and some of it threatened to spill from the corners of her mouth.

She wondered if the amount of cum he was generating was another effect of the Pump-Kin's seed, because the load she was continuing to milk from him would put Peter North to shame.

"Okay, okay," Nate whimpered when she stopped jerking and switched to sucking hard on his tip to get the last few drops like the good girl she was being. Because Zoey was a good girl.

She was being good for their mother who this meant so much to, good to all those before her who had tried fruitlessly to be in the position she was now in. And, of course, good to the Pump-Kin who helped her consummate her forbidden love, and most of all, good to her moaning squirming brother who she had just finished sucking dry.

"That was...intense," Nate sank to his knees in front of her and went to hug her. "I can't believe I had my first time and it was with.... what are you...Gross!"

The last word was in response to Zoey leaning over and letting his cum flow from her mouth into the pumpkin. She spit several times, making sure every drop of it was out of her mouth before picking up the top by its stem, and putting it in place.

"Sorry," Zoey sat back on her knees. "Not very sexy," she shrugged. "I usually swallow it, or sometimes let it drip down on my tits."

"Can I see that next time?"

"Anything you want," she put her arms out to him. "Come here."

Nate slid over to her and she smiled as she embraced him. "I love you, Nathan."

"Wow, Nathan," he laughed. "I feel all grown up now."

"You're a man now," she kissed his cheek, then grabbed his semi hard cock. "More of a man than I expected, that's for sure."

"Thanks, I think, and I love you to, Zoey" He eased back, but stayed close enough their arms were still around each other's shoulders. "This was weird as hell, but you were even better than I thought you'd be."

"That's a big compliment," she leaned back into him, resting her head on his shoulder, enjoying being in his arms. "You thought of me a lot."

"How did you know I snuck in your room, were you awake?"

"The Pump-Kin showed me. I saw that and all the dirty things you wanted. But I saw things like me laughing and smiling and how you loved me as much as you wanted me."

"It showed you?" He shook his head. "I don't what's worse, that you're telling me that or that I believe it."

"You felt it when I kissed you, what the seed put in me I passed to you."

"So does that mean this isn't real, its just that thing making us?"

"No," she kissed him softly. "You loved me, and I loved you too, but I wasn't sure if it was right to do to you, and you were afraid to say anything, it just pushed us."

"What you're saying is this is like some kind of Cupid of incest?"

"That's a good one," Zoey snickered. "If there's love, then it will be lasting love," she kissed him again. "This is the first day of the rest of our lives together."

"I like that," he told her, then frowned. "But we can't really be like this all the time."

"Why not?" Zoey turned her head at a hissing sound and saw the Pump-Kin glowing brighter than before, small sparks flying from its eyes and a crackling sound emanating from within it.

"What's it doing?" Nate glanced nervously at it.

"Making seeds from the seed of our taboo love." Zoey explained. "Its in the journal plus Mom explained it to me."

"Mom!" he snapped his fingers. "That's what I was going to say before that thing started up. You think we can hide this from Mom?"

"Probably not, so it's a good thing we don't have to."

"What do you mean?"

"Because, little brother," she patted his cheek affectionately. "Mom's the one who told me we were going to be together."

Chapter Three

"I can't believe Mom knows," Nate said as they made their way down the hill.

"Can't believe that's the third time you've said that in fifteen minutes." Zoey rolled her eyes. "Big dick or not, you're still annoying, you know that?"

"And you're still bitchy," he retorted, then grinned. "But when you give head like that I guess you can get away with it."

"How would you know? That's the only head you've ever gotten," she snickered. "But it doesn't matter, I'd be the best anyway."

"How many guys have you done that too?"

"Okay, here's how a relationship works," Zoey stopped for a moment to peer in either direction looking for the red scarf she'd tied to a low hanging branch to mark where they'd left the path to look for the cemetery. "You don't ask things like that, and jealousy is an ugly emotion."

She nodded in relief when she spotted the scarf and turned in that direction.

"It doesn't matter who I was with before, all that matters is you're the only one I'll be with from now on."

"Kind of unfair though, you got to play and..." he stopped when she shot him a dirty look.

"What, you want to go try someone else now?"

"No, no!" he stammered. "Just, I don't know, maybe I just think I missed out a little."

"We're meant for each other, Nate. I think its sweet I'll be your first and only girl. I was with other guys so I could be a good lover for your first time."

"But whatever that shit you passed to me was, it made me know what to do. I was way better than I thought I'd be, especially, you know, going down on you."

"Good point," Zoey acknowledged. "Maybe I just wanted to slut around," she giggled at the look on his face. "Sorry, no more teasing, promise."

Nate stopped for a few seconds to shift his grip on the Pump-Kin in his arms. "This is heavier than it looks."

"That's why I'm not carrying it, there it is!" she pointed between two trees to where their mother's white Chevy Tahoe was parked by the side of the road.

"Already?" Nate looked over his shoulder at the dense woods behind him. "It was a lot easier finding our way back.

"Because the woods were trying to keep us from finding what we came for," she laughed. "Really came for, so now they probably want us gone."

"Sure," he mumbled, then grimaced. "Thing is getting hot and its making bubbling noises."

"Brewing up something special," Zoey smiled. "Mom's going to be so happy."

"Back to Mom."

"Fourth time."

"Because you're not answering me."

"I did, you just don't want to believe me for some reason," Zoey reminded him as they made their way down the gently sloping hill leading to the car.

"After what happened, and Mr. Night of the Living Pumpkin here, I believe it, just don't understand how she knew and why she's okay with it."

"Fine, I'll tell you," Zoey shot him an exasperated look. "I just thought you could just roll with things, especially after what we just did," she gave him a soft look. "And what we'll keep doing my brother turned lover."

"I like that but stop acting like I shouldn't want to know what's going on."

"Even before the Pump-kin showed me the way you wanted me; I already knew."

They reached the car, and Zoey thumbed the button on the key to unlock the doors, then opened the back so Nate could put the Pump-Kin in the back.

"On the seat and buckle him in." She told Nate when he went to put it down on the floor of the back seat.

"Him?" Nate frowned. "Really?"

"Really," Zoey walked around the SUV and slipped into the driver's seat. "Remember, he's part of our family."

"Course he is," Nate grumbled, but placed the Pumpkin on back passenger seat and managed to buckle it in. He hopped in next to Zoey and as she pulled way he asked.

"Well?"

"When we were up there I teased you about the brother sister porn I found on your computer. I found it a few months ago and there was too much of it for me not to think you had a thing for your sister.

"But I wasn't sure so I started dressing to tease when Mom wasn't home, did things like bend over a lot in front of you, get close to you, and I caught you looking every time. Then I snooped around your room and found one of my thongs and a pair of stockings in your room, and they were," she scrunched her face up. "sticky and nasty."

"How embarrassing," he blushed. "Sorry."

"Hey, you just got me all sticky and nasty so it's all good now, right?" she put her hand on his leg just below his shorts.

"True."

"That wouldn't have happened if I didn't know," Zoey squeezed his leg. "But I was kind of weirded out. Felt bad too, thought it was because you were so frustrated with girls you were getting fixated on me, so I went to Mom about it."

"You told Mom? Back to being embarrassed."

"I told her I wasn't mad, and didn't want her to be mad at you, but I had no idea how to handle it. I expected her to be upset, but when I was done telling her what I found she was smiling and excited.

"She took me into her room and went into a lock box and showed me the journal, then told me the whole story and how you wanting me meant we were destined to be the instrument of our ancestor and the Pump-Kin's revenge."

"You bought this?"

"We just lived it." She threw her thumb over her shoulder, pointing into the back seat. "He's not real? You saw him rise from the dead, reborn through the spell, and our lust and love for each other."

"Yeah, kind of hard to explain that." He put his hand on hers. "But when you say it like that it makes me feel like we're not real, that we were pushed into this, and we don't really love each other."

"Of course, we do!" Zoey pulled over by the side of the road and turned in the seat to face him. "Did you know that every generation, the daughter had two children, a boy and a girl?"

"So?"

"You don't think that's odd? We're talking eight generations, and the women always had two children, a brother and sister." Zoey tapped her chest, "And the sister is always older."

"What about the brothers?"

"Brothers?" Zoey looked away evasively, that was one Mom could handle. "Doesn't say anything about them."

"Wonder why?"

"Because it doesn't matter. It was Mabel that sought out the Pump-Kin after John told her they'd be coming for her. She got to it before the town set the patch on fire, and promised if it gave her a seed, she would avenge its impending death, and our family.

"She ate one of the seed, went into town and seduced her brother, and he got her pregnant. The baby was a girl and because she was conceived from a union inspired by the Pump-Kin's last seed, it's the women in the family who were trusted with the journal, and that's why they always had a boy and a girl because it would be siblings who were the chosen ones because she slept with her younger brother to start the cycle.

"Chosen ones, we're going way down into the rabbit hole now." Nate sighed but turned his hand over so he could hold Zoey's as she continued.

"Point is there were seven pairs of siblings before us, but none of them were able to do what we did." She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Know why?"

"Don't even want to guess at this point."

"Because it has to be real love. The Pump-Kin isn't evil, he's an ancient spirit from a time before we had all these bullshit rules. For him to be awakened there must be a true longing between siblings.

"Mom explained all that to me and told me we'd be coming up here for Halloween, and to make sure I kept your interest and not to help you with girls because I'm supposed to be your first."

"Why did I have to be the damn virgin?"

"Because men have the seed, and in order to create more that seed has to be pure and mixed with the juices of the sister. You were inside me, then came in my mouth so..."

"Got it." he scrunched his face up. "Who would think you could manage to make 'came in my mouth' not sound sexy."

"Whatever, the whole reason I'm telling you this is so you know what we have is real. That and how important you not being with anyone before me was."

"It's ordained the brother has to be a loser?" Nate grunted."

"Oh, woe is you, that was some awful first time sex you just had and it was with the girl you wanted." Zoey was trying to be patient, but lover or not, he was still her brother and no one could get under your skin as easily as a sibling.

"Yeah," he took a breath and nodded. "You're right. Mom and when he was alive, Dad, always said your first time should be with someone you love and is special and they feel the same about you."

"You are special, that's for sure," Zoey snickered.

"I was going to keep saying nice things and say it was a bonus you're so pretty and sexy but screw it."

"Ha-ha, you just said it!" Zoey laughed at the look of chagrin on his face.

"Funny how your first time didn't have to be special," he continued down the same path.

"Oh, for fucks sake, Nate!" Zoey snapped. "Way to ruin things! I'm so happy I could be your first, and even though we fucked nasty I felt so much love for you, and saw how much you love me, and you're just shitting on it."

"Wow," Nate slapped himself in the head. "Shit, Zoey, you're right, and I'm really sorry." He squeezed her leg. "It wasn't easy being the lonely loser while you were the popular girl having a great time, and I guess that's why I said that. You got to have all the fun you wanted, and you're making it sound like I had no choice if I buy all of this."

"Nate, you being a virgin was the missing link," she explained while wishing she'd held off talking about this until they got home.

"The parts of that journal Mabel wrote as far as the signs and how to know the true chosen were translated from John's notes, and he copied it from who knows where, it's vague because there were things she couldn't figure out."

"I feel like I'm missing something with this." Nate went for the glasses that were no longer on his face again. "Something big."

"Mom will explain everything," Zoey seized the opportunity not to be the one to have to divulge the full truth.

"Great, that's going to be a whole new batch of awkward."

"What matters is you and I aren't just together now the way we both wanted to be, but we're the ones to give the Pump-Kin life and get payback for what happened to Grandpa and anyone else who was persecuted for loving someone a bunch of anal puritan shit stains decided you shouldn't."

"Can I ask you a question?" Nate spoke more softly, and a sidelong glance in his direction told her that her answer to the question was going to be important.

"Anything."

"Be honest, were you really in love with me the way I was you?"

"Honestly? Yes, but I admit I was confused about it. I had doubts like you did and wondered if I were weird or twisted. Even after Mom said this was natural to us because of things she'll tell you I felt like it could be wrong."

"Because it's supposed to be wrong?"

"Not as much that, but you hadn't been with anyone and if your love for me wasn't real but some kind of taboo crush because I was the closest thing to a girl your age in your life that me having sex with you could mess you up.

"What if after we did it, we both regretted it? What if it ruined us? I bust you up because I'm your sister, but you're more than a brother, you're my best friend, the person I tell all my secrets to, the person I get in trouble with and keep out of trouble.

"If it went wrong and all that stuff Mom said was bullshit, I could lose the most important person in my life, and both our hearts would be broken. So, I wasn't sure, and I hope that doesn't make you feel bad.

"No," Nate leaned over and kissed her cheek as she drove. "Zoey, that really means a lot. Mom told you this was all real and as much as you bought into it, you were worried about hurting me. Thank you."

"Even after Mr. P back there popped up I still had doubts, then when I swallowed the seed I was able to see inside you and once I saw it was real and how much you loved me, the doubts went away and I felt all the feelings I'd tried to hold back just in case come out and I felt so much love for you!"

"That wasn't love written on your face," Nate grinned.

"Poison, Unskinny Bop," Zoey put her finger up as she thought. "1990! Nice try, bro."

"Damn, you and your song lyrics!" Nate clapped. "I can't get one past you."

"See, Nate? Things that that stupid little game are why I was worried, I want you as a person and brother and if being your lover was going to ruin that than I'd have never touched you."

"But you did, and for the record? You can touch me anytime. Like, you don't even have to ask."

"I'll keep that in mind," Zoey stopped at a red light and leaning over, kissed him on the lips."

"Hey!" He pulled back. "Come on, we're in public!"

"In a state no one knows us." She dropped her hand in his lap and squeezed. "We can do whatever we want! People will just think we're a young couple having fun."

"Fun, and..." Nate gave her that shy smile she adored so much. "In love?"

"So in love," she whispered and kissed him again, this time a more lingering one and they both laughed when a car slowed down as it passed them and a guy yelled, "Get a room!"

"I have one, and can't wait to get you in it," Zoey looked at her phone in its clip on the dashboard. "Shit, we have to go! Mom said we have to get back within an hour of fertilizing the Pump-Kin."

"Fertilized? I feel so used," Nate sighed dramatically.

"Let's try this again," Zoey pulled back onto the road. "I know it was no fun being a virgin, and you were frustrated and embarrassed about your feelings for me. But I'm so happy that I not only got to be your first, but I'll be your only." She paused for effect. "Isn't that special?"

"You are special, Zoey." He touched her cheek with the back of his hand and the simple touch sent a giddy thrill through her, like she was a teen whose crush just said hi to them.

"Don't know if you saw it or not, but as soon as I started thinking about you, I didn't think about other girls as much. I used to dream of you being my first."

"And he made our dreams come true." She turned back to the wheel and pulled onto the road. "Now we fulfill our end of the deal."

"Right, revenge," Nate sounded hesitant. "Do we really need to do something nasty to people?"

"Our love is the reward for making things right. We have the rest of our lives together, its only fair we do one thing for him."

"Yeah, but the people that burned him and killed great to infinity grandpa are long gone. The people who live here now didn't do anything."

"They didn't, but we're the generation that succeeded in truly bringing him to life, which means it's also this generation that pays the price."

"That sounds kind of ominous." Nate said nervously. "We're not going to hurt anyone are we?"

"Not at all," Zoey shook her head. "Matter of fact, they're going to love it."

A loud gurgling followed by several short hisses and a crackling sound came from the back seat.

"That's right, Mr. P" Zoey laughed. "They're going to get a real trick with tonight's treat."

Chapter Four

"There they are!" Mom exclaimed excitedly when Zoey entered the house and held the door open for Nate as he carried the Pump-Kin.

"Uh, hey, Mom," Nate said awkwardly while he looked around, wondering where to put down the still warm, steaming gourd.

"Hey, Mom? That's all you have to say after what just happened?" Mom looked at Zoey. "It did happen, right?"

"Yeah, it did," Zoey gave her a sly smile. "Did you doubt me?"

"Not for a minute, but Nate doesn't look as happy as I thought he would."

"He's nervous, still can't understand it all. Thinks you'll be mad."

"Bring him into the kitchen, please," Mom led the way and pointed to the table. "Right there."

"Another one with the 'him'." Nate grunted while putting it down.

"Okay, now let me look at you two." Mom gestured with her hands for them to stand next to each other. "You do make a beautiful couple."

"We have a beautiful Mom," Zoey sidled up next to Nate and slid her arm around his waist.

"Aren't you sweet," Mom beamed.

"Not just pretty, but sexy," Zoey laughed. "Mom's a milf, isn't she, little brother?"

"I guess. I mean, I don't think of her like that." He looked quickly from her to Zoey. "I really don't, it's not like you and..."

"It's okay, honey, its okay," Mom laughed. "Your sister's just teasing. Hey, where are your glasses? You didn't lose them, did you?"

"In my pocket," for the first time since they entered the house he smiled. "Don't need them anymore, all of a sudden I can see fine without them."

"How nice!" Mom gushed. "He really cares about his family."

"We're not..." Nate stopped when Zoey grabbed his side, squeezing hard, then changed topics. "Sorry I didn't say it when Zoe did, but you're really pretty Mom."

"Thank you, honey."

"Course she is," Zoey giggled. "I look just like her. We could be sisters."

"Now you're laying it on." Mom laughed.

But it wasn't much of an exaggeration. At forty four their mother was still a stunning woman, and as she always joked, Zoey was truly her 'mini me'. Mom still wore her blonde hair long, and they shared the same baby blue eyes, high cheek bones and full sensual lips.

Zoey felt those features, especially her lips, still looked better on her mother who was a mature woman, whereas she was still young enough to have somewhat of a babyface as she was still somewhere between a teenager and a woman in her own right.

On Zoey, the full mouth leant her a bratty look. where on her mother, they were a promise of amazing kisses, and even more pleasurable things. After that last thought she wondered if the seed she'd eaten was still influencing her.

From the neck down, they were not as similar. They shared the same height and were busty on top, but over the years Mom had gained some curves. Her hips, thighs and ass were thicker than they had been in her younger days.

But she still looked damn good, not heavy, but thick and a little softer in all the right places. Like her face, Mom's body said mature real woman, and she hadn't been joking, she was a total milf.

Zoey had seen Nate's friends, as well as some of her male friends, and even a couple of the guys she'd dated check her out, and she always suspected mom knew it, and loved it.

There was plenty to check out now in the witch costume she'd bought to pass out candy in. The one piece tattered black dress was short, the ragged hem ending just far enough to cover whatever she had had on beneath it.

The lower portion of her long well shaped legs were clad in black and white striped knee high stockings, leaving the upper portion of her legs bare, including a lot of creamy white thigh.

The dress featured a plunging neckline which displayed the inner curve of her breasts, but also tight enough to push them out even further. The dress was accentuated by a black choker with a silver pentagram clasp, and a pair of black fuck me heels Zoey wouldn't be able to walk in.

Mom had already applied her make up, her eyes done in heavy black mascara and eye shadow and her perfect lips also coated in back. She'd liberally applied blush to her normally fair cheeks and the overall look was sexy, but more than a little trashy.

She'd teased out her long hair so it was bigger and wild looking, surrounding her face and she'd pulled some of it over her shoulders where it reached her breasts. She might be passing out candy to little kids, but she'd be giving the fathers and older boys a different kind of treat.

The pointy hat and black gloves were on the table near the Pump-Kin which was still gurgling away and Zoey swore the sound had an air of content to it, as if it were purring like a cat.

"Let me see," Mom said to them.

"See what?" Nate asked.

"Kiss your sister," she smiled, her white teeth a flash against her black lips. "Your lover, your girlfriend, your everything."

"Mom, I feel kind of...hmmf!"

Nate was cut off by Zoey turning to him and smothering his lips with hers. He resisted for a second, but once she put her arms around him and pressed her body against his, he responded.

She kissed him harder, and when she slipped her tongue out, it was met with his. Even with their mother watching, and the fact it was just a kiss, a warm heat grew between her legs as her still sticky pussy let her know it was ready for more.

Likewise, she felt his cock stiffening, and pushing into her belly just as her nipples were poking into his chest. She broke the kiss before she began grinding on him and saw Mom smiling, and so happy there were tears in her eyes.

"How beautiful!" She sounded choked up. "I'm so proud of you!"

She came over, arms spread and embraced both of them.

"My babies are together and I couldn't be happier for you!"

She kissed each of them on the cheek, then looked over her shoulder when the Pump-Kin's strange sounds grew much louder.

"Yes, I know, isn't it wonderful?" Mom asked as if she understood it.

She left them to walk over to the table and put her hand on top of it.

"I'm sorry, I ignored you, I was just admiring your gift to us." The Pump-Kin gurgled louder and vibrated on the table beneath her touch. "I'm as beautiful as the first time you saw me? Aw, aren't you sweet," she playfully slapped the side of it. "And full of shit, but its appreciated."

She then caressed it fondly, first with her hand, then just with her long red nails, and Nate swore there was a sexual aspect to the way she touched it. That idea gained traction when the Pump-Kin shook and vibrated on the table.

He glanced at Zoey to see she looked more interested than put off and gave a mental shrug. These were the two people who meant the most to him and would never hurt him. If they were okay with this, then he would try not to worry about it.

"Oh, you're done are you?" Mom gripped the stem and removed the top of the Pump-Kin and put it on the table.

She peered inside waving her hand to see through a fresh wave of orange steam spewing from the top.

"Look at that," Mom went to reach into it.

"Mom, don't!' Nate blurted. "That's full of...uh..." he looked at Zoey as he was unable to say it.

"I know what it's full of." Mom didn't hesitate to stick her hand inside, and when she removed her closed hand, opened it to reveal a pile of seeds in her palm. "And there's more. This is more than I'd hoped for." She looked at Nate. "You really had it stored up didn't you?"

"It was a mouthful, that's for sure," Zoey told her.

"Zoe!" Nate pointed to Mom.

"Please, I've had plenty of mouthfuls in my time," she sighed. "Could use one these days, god I miss your dad."

"TMI!" Nate felt himself blushing.

"We have to work on his prudishness," Mom told Zoey. "You'd think seeing he just fucked his sister he'd be a little more open to things."

"I'll get him there," Zoey assured her while leaning over and looking into the Pump-Kin.

"Maybe you'll have some help," Mom put her arm around Zoey's waist and drew her close, kissing her cheek, but so close to her mouth she almost caught her lips.

They exchanged a quick glance, Zoey's one of surprise, but Mom had a slight smile playing about her lips.

"Girls lips are softer, aren't they?" Mom looked Zoey in the eye while she spoke, and she looked away, her face flushing.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Nate, go into the fridge and get me that big metal bowl on the bottom shelf," Mom ignored his question while reaching into the Pump-Kin and getting another handful of seeds. "The one covered with tin foil."

Nate did as she asked, bringing it over to the table. Zoey, who still looked flustered, uncovered it while Mom stood there holding her hands up, the seeds in her palms.

"Time to mix up some special treats, Nate get the wooden spoon hanging over the stove please."

Nate retrieved it then looked into the bowl to see it filled with a chocolate cake mix. Zoey took the spoon from him and stirred the mix. While she did, Mom dropped the seeds into the bowl one at a time, giving his sister time to swirl it into the batter before releasing another one.

"Can I ask what we're doing?"

"Mixing up the medicine," Mom smirked. "These brownies are going to pack quite the punch and seal our part of the deal Mabel made long ago."

"Revenge, right?"

"Yup," Mom didn't look at him as she continued plopping one seed at a time into the bowl while Zoey rapidly stirred the contents.

"What is this revenge?" Nate pressed. "Zoey said we're not going to hurt anyone. That's true, right?"

"You're a sweet boy, Nate," Mom told him, still focusing on the task at hand. "Sorry, you're not a boy anymore. You're sister made you a man today."

"This man wants to know what the hell we're doing," Nate said irritably. "Everything is all cloak and dagger with you two today."

"Hmm, the man speaks like a man." Mom cooed and flashed him an odd smile. "Very exciting, isn't it Zoey?"

"He's still a dork."

"Regardless, he's our dork." Mom had finished adding the seeds, then reached into the Pump-Kin and removed a nasty pile of slimy orange goop.

With no hesitation she held her hand over the bowl and let the gooey substance slowly drip into the bowl while Zoey mixed it.

"The revenge is a bit of what comes around goes around mixed with judge not lest ye be judged."

"What's that mean?"

"Don't be dense," Zoey rolled her eyes while she stirred. "You saw what the seed did for us, what do you think is going to happen to the people who eat these brownies?"

"Holy shit, they're going to want to have sex with their brother or sister?"

"Or mom, dad, anyone in their family," Mom explained.

"But we wanted it, what about the person who doesn't eat the seed? They're not going to force them are they?" Nate's eyes were wide with concern.

"You are a softie, aren't you?" Mom asked but put her hand up. "No worries, Nate, no one will be doing anything they don't want to."

"They'll be like us then? They're going to end up together?"

"Probably not," Zoey shrugged. "I guess a couple might, but most won't. Most might never talk to each other again, who knows?"

"What your sister is not explaining is that our friend here generates two types of seeds. The first is the one he sows upon awakening. That one only works if there is a true desire within the summoner for the object of their affection, and there has to be mutual interest in the other as well.

"That seed just makes it happen and allows them to see that love within each other and helps them act on it. Consider it liquid courage for incest. It also enhances the encounter to make it as satisfying as possible."

"That's why you could last more than a minute," Zoey snickered.

"Then that's why you were so good at..." he caught himself when Mom looked his way. "You know."

"Don't bicker," Mom chastised them. "Nate there's nothing wrong with inexperience, you were kept that way for a reason."

"Right!" he snapped his fingers. "Zoey said me being a virgin was the key."

"Absolutely," Mom nodded.

"But then she said they hadn't figured that out before," he pursed his lips in thought. "That makes it sound like someone tried this before."

Mom looked at Zoey, who put her hands up.

"No way I was getting into that," she shook her head for emphasis. "I pushed enough on him; this is your truth bomb."

"Okay, you're right, this should come from me."

"This doesn't sound good," Nate looked back and forth between the two women.

"It won't seem as bad after what you just experienced with your sister," Mom said.

"I don't know, he can be a drama queen," Zoey mumbled.

"Did you tell him anything?"

"Him is right here." Nate put his hands out in exasperation.

"I told him what Mabel did, getting a seed and sleeping with her son, and that all the girls in the family have a boy and girl."

"And he still needs it spelled out for him?" Mom shrugged, "Then again, its not a line of thinking most people would want to follow."

"I asked about the brother's kids and Zoey said she didn't know, but I think that's what I missed." Nate offered.

"The brothers also had a boy and girl." Mom raised her eyebrows and put her hand out as if waiting for him to get it.

"But I guess they're not part of this prophecy thing because Zoey said its just the kids from the daughter."

"They're the same kids, honey," Mom said softly. "From the same parents."

"How can that..." Nate stopped and Zoey could see the wheels spinning.

"Wait for it," she whispered to Mom.

"Same parents, always a..." Nate swallowed hard, then gasped.

"Oh my god, are you saying that the brothers and sisters all had sex?"

"Yes," Mom tapped Zoey lightly as a signal not to joke or interrupt. "Our family is very special, Nate. We were birthed by the Pump-Kins last seed and Mabel's vow to keep that seed, which became our lineage, pure."

"No way," Nate had visibly paled and he leaned against the counter behind him.

Zoey went to go to him, but Mom caught her hand, and held her back while she continued.

"Mabel seduced her brother who was a few years younger than her. He'd lived with her and John after their parents passed, and apparently during that time had some thoughts about his older sister. It was enough of a spark for the seed to work its magic and succumb to her seduction.

"Now that he'd committed the same sin his brother in law was being executed for, he was part of the group that ambushed the carriage bringing the women to the convent and he and Mabel lived as husband and wife in New York.

"They had two children, first a girl, then a boy. Zoey told you of the prophecy, but I'm sure made it seem like it was just the two of you to make it easier."

"She did," Nate answered numbly, his finger going for his phantom glasses again.

"Truth is, every generation has tried to resurrect the Pump-Kin and gain revenge as part of the deal Mabel made with it. This would occur when the brother would develop some form of attraction for his sister.

"Once it was known, the sister, like Zoey did would try to keep that fire burning as best they could without being obvious. The family would come back here from wherever they were living to stay in this house and as you did, the siblings would seek the Pump-Kin.

"The sister is always the one who invokes the Pump-Kin because it was Mabel who made the deal; therefore, her daughters and granddaughters had the power to do so and to communicate with it to some degree.

"Each time it went as today did. The seduction was successful because it's in our blood to desire our sibling. That was how powerful our friend here was in his original form; his seed still has power through all this time.

"Once the union of body and heart were consummated, it was time to set revenge in motion, and that's where they all failed. None of the brother's seed was able to fully awaken him and give him the ability to sow the seeds of lust and retribution.

"Your grandmother worked at a university as a professor of linguistics. She was able to better decipher the original texts that are in the back of the journal that Mabel translated as best she could.

"She found the missing piece of the puzzle. All had to be as it was when Mabel made the deal and she found where her brother, Jeb, was young and still a virgin. Since then, all the other boys, like the women, had sex before they came together and became lifelong lovers."

"When she discovered this, your father and I were close to our turn to try, but he had already screwed around with some slut in high school, but" she put her hands out. "We went through with it anyway because we needed to keep up the tradition and you never know..."

"Dad..." Nate's mouth fell open. "Was your brother."

"Yes, honey." Mom nodded.

"Jesus Christ!" Nate shouted. "Zoey, we're fucking inbred!" He pointed at Mom. "So are you! Our brother was our goddamn uncle and Mom's our fucking aunt!"

"Easy, Nate." This time Zoey went over and tried to put her arms around him, but he side stepped her, still facing Mom.

"This is sick! Generations of this? We're lucky we're not deformed or all messed up!"

"Honey, look at me, look at your sister, and yourself. Remember your dad. We're all healthy and intelligent, and beautiful. We're not the product of typical incest. That seed blessed us with a love others could only hope to experience.

"Its...Grandma and Grandpa!" Nate pointed to Mom. "You told us Dad's grandparents were dead and that's why we only had one set. You lied!"

"Neither of you would have understood this when you were young, plus if you knew ahead of time it would have affected things. Nate, every generation has not only been together, but madly in love.

"None of us were ever divorced, there was never infidelity, only two people deeply in love. The gift of the Pump-Kin is ever lasting taboo love. Genetic sexual attraction is a real thing in life and in cases of it, the people described their family member as being irresistible and they needed them like they'd never needed another.

"There's nothing wrong here, Nate. There's been nothing but love for our sibling tuned spouse, and for our children and parents. We've always been a perfect family." She gestured to Zoey,

"Look at her, Nate. Isn't she the most beautiful young woman you've ever seen? Up in the woods I know you felt lust, but I also know your heart was as full as..." she nodded to her right. "That Pump-kin was of your lust."

She walked over, and taking Zoey's hand, put it in Nate's.

"This amazing woman is yours, Nate. You're hers, and the two of you are so beautiful together. I..." she swallowed hard, and her eyes became misty. "I wish your father had lived to not only see you together, but to know it's our children who were chosen to finish this for our grandfather.

"I just...wow, and I thought me and Zoey being together was out there." Nate ran his fingers through his hair.

"Its not easy, and I understand your reaction," Mom put her hand over theirs. "But it's not sick, it's a blessed union seen as a curse by a society that's been lied to by pious hypocrites and told who they should and should not love."

"But I thought Zoey and I were special, and now I find out we're just a whacked out tradition. How do I know this is real for us?"

"Nate, just the way you've been looking at Zoey for the last few months tells me you know its real. And now? The two of you have the glow of a young couple in love. That love is real, honey and you know it."

"I know it." Zoey turned his face to hers and kissed him gently. "You do to, little brother, you're just overwhelmed."

"Just a little," he laughed nervously.

"Nate, remember when we had our little Valentine's dinner this year?"

"Yeah, it was one the best nights of my life."

"We talked about a lot of things and I said I hoped that someday I'd find a man that treats me the way Dad treated Mom. You joked about how sickening they were, always hugging, kissing.

"You used to complain you could hear them at night sometimes if you left your room to use the bathroom, said they went at it like kids." She squeezed his hand. "We both saw how in love they were, and now we're them. We can be that sickening."

Zoey flicked her tongue across her lips. "And fuck like rabbits too."

"God, this is out there even for those family porn sites," Nate said so seriously, Mom burst out laughing and Zoey joined her.

"That's our ticket!" Mom clapped him on the shoulder. "We could be a taboo reality site on one of those porn channels!"

"Yes!" Zoey agreed. "Hmm, Family Affair? Bad Family? Family ties?"

"Only if you two are into bondage." Mom smirked.

"Awkward!" Nate said, then released a more natural sounding laugh. "Dad was your brother," he repeated, looking at Mom.

"But no less a husband, and no less a father to the two of you. He wanted me the way you wanted Zoey, and our first time was just like yours." She pointed behind her.

"That's why our friend recognized me. I've met him before, but your dad and I failed like the rest. He was briefly awake, but when we fertilized him, nothing happened for a few minutes, then he just shriveled back up."

Mom waved her hand disgustedly. "Mary Gibson. If I'd gotten to your father before that skank we could have been the chosen." She smiled and gave Nate, then Zoey a kiss on the cheek.

"But I'm proud that I still delivered, because our children did it," she turned and walked back to the table. "Who knows, maybe Mr. P as Zoey calls him might have a reward for me."

"You haven't been with anyone since Dad passed," Zoey pointed out. "You deserve someone."

"No one could love me like your father," Mom told her. "Or fuck me like him. If you didn't already learn, no one can fuck you like your brother, Zoey."

"The Taboo Zone!" Nate pumped his fist triumphantly. "That's what I feel like I stepped into. Make a good name for a porn site too."

"Glad that's decided." Mom gave him a golf clap. "Now that the past has been revealed, let's talk about the present. Now, these seeds?"

She tapped the bowl. "These are seeds of pure lust. Now, just as the spell says, there has to be a spark, even a small one."

"They had to think of someone in their family in a sexual way, even if it was never an obsession like it was with you, it could just be a one time dream, or quick fantasy or even a thought.

"For instance, a father looks at his daughter and for a moment sees her as a woman and thinks of her in an unfatherly way." Zoey added while going back to the table and resuming stirring the batter.

"That's all it takes. It turns that passing thought that odds are they were immediately ashamed or disturbed by and amplifies it. Makes them want that person," Mom finished letting the last of the goo drip from her hand and picked up a towel to wipe it off. "More than want, they need them.

"The power of the seed will compel them to seek them out and seduce them."

"But what if that person doesn't have that urge like they did? Not everyone thinks of family." Nate countered.

"More do than you think. People think all kinds of things they shouldn't, but what happens in your head stays there in those cases. In this case The Pump-Kin draws it out."

"I still don't think everyone feels that way."

"You thought of your sister," Mom's lips turned into a slight smile. "Ever think of me?"

"Hell no!" he declared.

"Not once? Not even before your sister caught your eye and your heart? Not even a "wow, mom rocks that bikini,' or "Mom's hot for her age?' Nothing?"

"Never, I swear."

"Okay," Mom sighed. "Guess I'm flattering myself. Where were we?"

"You were going to tell Nate the other person doesn't have to have the urge, but just like I passed the influence of the seed to you in a kiss, they can do the same."

"For these it doesn't have to be a kiss. The desire will build to the point that once that person is in the presence of their taboo prey they will emit a powerful pheromone. It will ooze from their pores, only detectable by, and only able to affect, the person they desire."

"Once they get a whiff of Eau De Taboo they will be just as lust crazed as the person who consumed the seed and they are going to go at it like porn stars." Zoey nodded in satisfaction. "Bet it will be the best fuck of their lives."

"If they're both going to get into it, where's the payback? Just that they did what they killed our ancestor for?"

"Partly," Mom agreed. "But more than that, the effect is temporary, it will last a couple hours at most. The two of you were already in love, it just hadn't been fully realized yet, so for you the seed kicked it into motion, then when it faded all was well because you both wanted this."

"But for these people?" Zoey finished stirring and wiped the edge of the spoon on the bowl before going over to the oven to turn it on. "Because its lust inspired by only a brief thought on one side and an unnatural influence on the other, when it wears off?" she whistled. "Shit is going to hit the fan!"

"Oh, that's not cool." Nate complained.

"Honey, I appreciate you're sensitive," Mom told him. "But these are descendants of the people who put the patriarch of our family to death for what you and your sister just did."

"They didn't, that was a long time ago."

"Dish served cold; it is what it is." Zoey remarked while grabbing a baking pan and bringing it to the table. "No one's really going to get hurt, there will just be a lot of drama."

"When the spell wears off," Mom picked up the bowl and carefully poured the mix into the pan. "They won't understand how it happened, but that it did. They'll remember everything. They'll feel shame, remorse, maybe angry at the other person."

"Bet a couple asses get kicked," Zoey giggled.

"Relationships ended," Mom nodded. "So, okay, there'll be some pain, but not what our family went through. No one's father being hung in public, no one will have to flee the state in shame and fear for their lives.

"The first time our family came back here to seek the Pump-Kin they had to use a fake name because people may have still remembered John."

"And end of the day?" She put the bowl down and picked up the spoon, using it to evenly spread the mix in the pan. "A couple of them might realize it wasn't so bad, a new special relationship could be forged."

"Then that wouldn't be revenge," Zoey frowned.

"No, but our friend does exist to spread family love so he'll be even happier with that result."

"Maybe a lot of them would feel that way?" Nate asked hopefully. "They'd be like me and Zoe?"

"Sure," Mom nodded. "That could happen, we'll have to wait and see."

"So how do we know who to give these to? Do you know the families?"

"Our friend will tell us." Mom put the top back on the Pump-Kin.

"Remember I told you, that stupid town square Halloween thing will be a lot wilder than you think?" Zoey asked.

"Yes."

"We're going to walk around to pass these out, but only to people the Pump-Kin tells us too."

"It's going to tell us?" Nate put his hand to his head. "How's it going to do that...what the hell!" he exclaimed when with a belching sound, a small piece of orange slime squirted from the Pump-Kin's mouth and hit him in the right cheek.

"Don't question him," Mom shook her head. "As you can see, he's quite aware of things. He'll let you know."

"Fine," Nate plucked a napkin from the table and wiped his face.

"I'm going to my room for a little while. I have to make some calls to the office. Can't survive a few days without me," Mom told them. "Zoey, get the brownies in the oven, and set a timer, you over cook them the seeds will be ruined."

"Got it, Mom."

"Its very important, I'm trusting you." Mom said with a series look on her face.

"You can count on me, Mom. Just like getting Mr. P, I won't let you down."

"You never do, baby girl." Mom said softly. "Going to be a great night for this family tonight," she put one hand on the Pump-Kin and took Zoey's hand briefly in her other. "A very special night."

She released Zoey and coming over to Nate, gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Never thought of me, huh?" she asked with a smile.

"Not once, promise," he replied, wondering why she'd brought it up again.

"Your story and you're sticking to it? Okay, fair enough."

Mom spun on her absurdly high heel, and as she left the kitchen called out, "Zoey, don't forget the frosting!"

"Trust me, I won't!" Zoey laughed.

"What time is the fair?" Nate asked.

"Starts at five when it gets dark, goes until nine cause its lame. We'll get there around six and wander around and pass these out. Seed can take a couple of hours to kick in so by the time the fair closes they'll be ready to go when they get back home.."

"Four now, how long will the brownies take?"

"Twenty minutes. We have plenty of time."

Nate went to grab the pan to put it in the oven, but she caught his wrist.

"What's the matter?"

"Wanna fuck me?"

"What?" Nate blinked. "Now?"

"Why not?" Zoey grabbed his cock though his shorts. "You were getting hard just kissing me. Let's do it."

"Here?"

"Mom's upstairs," Zoey gave him a wicked smile. "I always wanted to get fucked on a kitchen table." She popped his shorts open and yanked his zipper down. She deftly worked his rapidly hardening cock out of the slit in his shorts and stroked it. "Come on, baby, fuck your favorite girl!"

He went to kiss her, but with a laugh she backed away from him and unzipping her shorts, pushed them and her thong down, shimmying her way our of them. She kicked them away, slipped her sneakers off and hopped backwards onto the table.

She opened her legs, showing off her pussy just over the edge of the table.

"Come over here sexy, your sister needs that big dick in her needy cunt."

"You know," Nate stepped up between her legs, and with his shorts still up, just his cock out, he easily slipped inside her warm wet pussy. "This I can get used to."

"Fuck yeah!" Zoey gasped as she drew her legs up so her feet were on the table, her knees spread wide. "Every day, baby. Every night, anytime and anyway you want me!"

Nate put his hands on her knees and fucked her harder, causing the table to rock beneath her from the force of his thrusts. Zoey leaned back so she was propped up on her elbows, watching Nate's long cock plunder her pink slit.

"Just like that, still dressed, just your dick out, fucking your nasty sister right here on the table. Just taking me," she raised her eyes to his. "Why are you just taking me?"

"Because you're mine," he whispered.

"You got it, baby!" she laughed, then groaned when he put his right hand between her legs, his thumb finding her swollen clit. "Hmm, look at you taking care of me!"

"I want you to come on my cock," he said, the confidence that had manifested itself earlier, coming back as he continued to pound her.

"Yes sir!" she giggled, then lay back on the table, lifting her legs and placing her feet on his shoulders.

Her head was inches from the Pump-Kin which had been facing straight ahead, but when she looked over, it had turned so its gaze was fixed on the end of the table where Nate was fucking her and working her clit in hard circles with his thumb.

"Someone likes to watch," she smiled in its direction, and small pieces at the corner of its jagged fang tooth grin peeled away as the corners of its mouth lifted, returning her smile.

"Creepy," Nate said softly, but it didn't deter him from fucking her or slow his thumb between her legs.

"Baby, that feels so good!" Zoey whimpered, wiggling her hips to grind her clit into his thumb. "Like fucking your big sis with mom upstairs?"

"I...she really doesn't care, does she?"

"I think it turns her on." Zoey said softly as she yanked her tank top up over her braless tits, and gripped her nipples between her fingers.

"No, she's just happy we're together." Nate slowed his fucking.

"I think she loved it," she repeated. "Stop screwing with my dirty talk."

"Yes, ma'am," he shifted from using his thumb to his middle and ring finger, shaking them side to side roughly on her aching nub. "You were saying."

"Fucking your sister where we had breakfast a few hours ago. Giving it to the horny little slut because she needs it and needs it now!" she gasped, and arched her back, thrusting her pussy into his cock, while twisting her nipples.

"I am yours. Your sister is your own personal cock whore."

"Damn, that's dirty," he moaned as he fucked her faster and his fingers blurred over her clit.

"Its what I am. Your cock whore, your cum slut, your bitchy big sister begging for your dick in her cunt, in her mouth, maybe in her ass when I'm ready for it."

The way Nate's hips jerked and the force of his next thrust told her how much he liked that last thought.

"Ohh, someone wants that. You want to fuck your sister's ass?" She stared up at him, breathing hard, her tits bouncing and her pussy quivering around his amazing cock as her thighs tensed and her orgasm stirred deep within her.

"Never done that before. You can be the first and only man to fuck me there. Take my anal cherry!"

"Yes," Nate moaned, his pumps now shorter and more desperate.

"And my little ass is so tight and that cock's so big I'll be squealing and begging you to go easy, but I'll really be loving it when you just take it. Pay me back for being bitchy to you, for fucking other boys while you had to wait, for cock teasing you the last few months. I...ohhhh!"

Zoey released a wail of pleasure she was positive her mother would hear through the thin ceiling. That thought only heightened the power of her climax as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Her legs straightened, her feet going up over Nate's head, and pointing forward, her toes curling. She pinched her nipples and bucked her hips as hard as she could while laid out on the able.

Nate's fucked her faster, and the look on his now sweaty face accompanied by the now desperate movement of his hips told her he was close.

"Hold off for me!" she moaned as he pussy convulsed around his plunging dick.

"I want to cum inside you," he pleaded.

"Next time," she managed to reply through sharp yips of pleasure as his fingers continued to play her clit while she contracted repeatedly around his cock. "I...promise...next time will be special."

He didn't reply, just breathed harder and she could see him straining to hold back as his cock twitched inside her at the end of each frantic thrust. She pumped her hips, a move that wasn't helping his cause, but coming on her brother's cock felt so good she couldn't hold back.

Nate's free hand gripped her leg just below the knee and pulling her leg from over his shoulder, he brought her foot to his face and began sucking her toes.

"Freak," she moaned, but his tongue sliding between her toes and the way his eyes rolled back as he sucked them caused a fresh jolt of pleasure to shoot through her writhing body.

"I...close," he moaned around her toes, then lifting her foot, licked the bottom of it from heel to toe, making her giggle and moan at the same time.

As the last tremors of pleasure shook her, Zoey forced herself to move. She pulled her leg from his grip, dropping her feet down, then sat up and grabbed his cock at the base, squeezing it hard to hold him back.

She eased him from inside her still quivering twat and reached out with her free hand.

"Not the Pump-Kin again," he protested as he grimaced from the death grip she had on his cock.

"Nope," Instead, she pulled over the brownie pan and hopping off the table, released him.

Nate gasped as a long thick spurt erupted from his cock. It shot across the length of the pan leaving a thick white stripe across the mix. Zoey jerked him off, stroking him hard while rubbing his balls with her free hand.

He sent several more impressive squirts over the contents of the pan before the rest dribbled down his cock, and over her hand to puddle in the corner of it. When he seemed to have none left, she squeezed his balls, and gripped his cock just beneath his tip, twisted her wrist, wringing a few more drops from him.

He grabbed her hand and groaned. "Okay, stop."

Zoey released his cock and after shaking her hand over the pan, sprinkling more cum over it, she picked up her shorts and pulled them back up as casually if she were just getting dressed for the day.

"That the last ingredient?" Nate asked in between his deep breaths while tucking his cock back into his boxers. "That's why mom left, isn't it?"

"Yup, to both. Once again, you're the secret sauce baby!"

"Lucky me," Nate grimaced while watching her mix his load into the batter.

Chapter Five

"Come on, Mr. P," Zoey implored as they wandered around the town square, circling the small festival for the third time. "We haven't given away one of these yet."

"Sure this thing's on?" Nate shook the Pump-Kin cradled against his stomach. "I don't hear any of those weird noises and its barely glowing."

"Maybe no one's here," Zoey said worriedly. "Then what do we do? Go door to door and see if he recognizes anyone?"

"Maybe this part is wrong. Mom said this thing exists to spread happy stuff, that's not what we're doing, and...whoa!"

"What is it?" Zoey turned to look at him.

"It just jumped in my arms."

"It's getting brighter too!" she pointed to where its face had lit up from within.

"It's pushing against my left arm." Nate turned in that direction. "This whole day just keeps getting crazier."

Zoey followed him, switching the plastic pumpkin she had full of the brownies to her other hand. They weren't wrapped, but according to Mom that pheromone she was talking about was now baked into them and if she could get one close to the person's face they would feel compelled to eat it.

"I hope this thing's GPS is working, we just came from that way." Nate muttered but headed in that direction.

Mom had gotten them simple costumes, Nate, a pair of doctor's scrubs splattered in blood stains including the surgical mask covering the lower part of his face. The plastic hack saw that came with it dangled from his hand where it cradled the Pump-Kin.

Zoey matched him with a bloody nurse's outfit. In her case the one piece white dress had some sexy to it, only being thigh length, it showed off her white stocking clad legs. The stockings were also torn and blood spattered, as were her white sneakers mom had doused with more fake blood.

The top did feature a plunging neckline, showing off her breasts and giving her a place to tuck the oversized plastic needle she was supposed to be carrying. Her long blonde hair was gathered in a ponytail and pulled through the back of the nurse's cap she wore, which bore a red cross on it.

"Pulling harder," Nate told her as he angled off to the left again.

Zoey looked around at the crowd, but didn't know why she was bothering, not like she knew anyone.

"Damn thing is shaking," he said to her. "But it stopped pulling."

"Maybe..."

"Wow, that's a big pumpkin," a redhead who looked to be in her late teens who'd been walking by them stopped. "Must be heavy."

"It is." Nate agreed.

"Its really bright, how many batteries it take?"

"Four I think," Nate shifted his grip on it, and blinked at Zoey, telling her he thought this was who they'd been looking for.

The girl was pretty with long auburn hair currently pulled into pigtails, and deep green eyes. She wore a white blouse tied in the middle, showing off her flat tummy, and calling attention to her smallish breasts.

Her denim cutoffs displayed long slender legs and when she had turned to talk to Nate, Zoey noticed she had a cute little ass in the painted on shorts. There were fake freckles dotted on her face, and she wondered who she was supposed to be.

"I'm the Wendy's girl." She said. "I could tell you were wondering. You guys just move here? I've never seen you before."

"Just visiting family." Zoey told her. "I'm Zoey and that's Nate."

"Staying long?" she flashed a big smile at Nate and looked up at him through her lashes. "I'm Mindy, and hey, Nate, if you smoke, I was just heading off behind the coffee shop."

"He's with me," Zoey said, and wanted to smack herself for sounding jealous, especially when Nate grinned at her, picking up on it.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." She shrugged, and Zoey saw her tits jiggle beneath the shirt, and knew Nate saw it too. She was a sexy little thing that was for sure.

The seed was probably still affecting her. Over the years, Zoey had some thoughts about girls. She'd never been with one, wasn't sure she wanted to be, but at times found herself appreciating the female form and wondering what it would be like to kiss one, to touch another girl's breasts, what they'd taste like.

It wasn't a consistent fantasy, and now she suspected she never acted on it because she was meant to be with Nate, meaning she couldn't be derailed by women. But in the moment she found herself having a hard time not looking at Mindy's tight little body, and to her chagrin a warm wet feeling was building between her thighs.

"Hey, want a brownie?" Nate asked, nudging his foot into Zoey's.

"My bad," she held up the plastic pumpkin. "Go on and take one, made them myself, they're really good."

"Thanks," she reached in, then frowned. "They're not even wrapped."

"Neither is anything on those tables." Nate pointed out. "That's why we let people take their own, so we don't touch them."

"Go ahead," Zoey offered the pumpkin again. "Trust me, they're the best you'll ever have." Thinking of her offer, she winked. "Special ingredient."

"Well then, don't mind if I do!" Mindy reached in and took out a brownie. "Thanks!"

"Anytime," Zoey replied as the redhead brought the brownie to her nose.

"Hmm, this smells amazing! Really different, kind of strong."

"Its totally organic," Nate told her. "Special soil too."

Mindy took a small bite, then almost immediately took a larger one.

"This is so good, thank you!"

"Happy Halloween!" Zoey chirped, then taking Nate's arm pulled him away.

"She was really cute, someone's getting lucky tonight." Nate noted.

"Take your mask off for a minute."

Nate pulled it down, then stepped back when Zoey leaned in to kiss him.

"Hey, we're in public!"

"Just like in the car, no one knows us so let's enjoy it," Zoey whispered. "Besides, that girl flirting with you made me want the rest of these bitches to know you're all mine. Now kiss me, right here in front of all these people."

"Zoey, I like how you think," he leaned over kissed her.

He went for a quick one, but she kept her lips to his, her tongue playfully teasing the edges of his mouth.

"Either this thing likes that, or someone else is close, it's vibrating away."

"He, Mr. P is a he, stop calling him a thing."

"He," Nate sighed. "Okay, he stopped, guess he likes us touching."

"Least we know this works. Let's keep...."

"Left!' Nate turned quickly and headed for a man wearing jeans and a black sweatshirt.

He was moving quickly and Nate was having a hard time keeping up due to the Pump-Kin.

"Him, you're sure?"

"This...I mean, he is trying to pull out of my damn arms and there's no one else walking that way."

"On it!' Zoey broke into a run to pass the man, then stopped to pretend to look at a table selling Halloween themed jewelry so it wouldn't seem like she ran just to catch him.

When he passed her, she followed him, taking in his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was older, maybe forties, but good looking with rugged features and sort thick salt and pepper hair.

"Excuse me, sir?"

He looked her way and broke into a friendly smile. "Hello there, nurse!"

"Hi! I was wondering if you'd like a treat?" she held up the pumpkin. "Homemade, really good."

"Are they as good as those home made treats in that costume?" he leered down at her, his dark eyes blatantly on her chest. "You know, I am due for an exam."

What an asshole, she felt bad for whoever he was going to end up with and hoped it would be a case of leading to serious problems for him. But aloud, she giggled and gave him her best smile.

"You like them?"

"I'd like them better if I could see more of them."

"Make a deal with you," she indicated the pumpkin. "Try one of these, and if you like it, I'll let you taste something sweeter."

She looked over her shoulder to see Nate was still far enough away he couldn't hear her.

"That's all it's going to take?" He reached in, took out a brownie and immediately took a large bite.

"That is pretty sweet," he shoved the rest of it into his mouth. He chewed quickly, smiling, and nodding as if it were the best thing he'd ever tasted.

Nate came up along side her and she hoped the guy wouldn't say anything else rude to her, he looked like he could snap her brother in two.

"Don't know what's in that, but I can't remember ever tasting a brownie that good before." He smiled and looked as if he were going to say something else, but his eyes narrowed, then blinked, as if he were confused.

"Well, hey, nice meeting you, and thanks for the sweet. I have to go pick up my niece," he nodded to Nate. "Doctor,"

"Sir," Nate replied.

"You kids make a cute couple, you have a good time tonight and stay safe, lot of sick people out there these days."

"We will," Zoey said waving as he walked away. "Creep told me I had nice tits. Hope he liked the taste of your cum."

"Nasty," Nate shuddered, "But he's not wrong, you have gorgeous tits." He nuzzled into her hair and kissed her neck. "Can't wait to suck on them when we get back home."

"Baby, this is not going to get old." She sighed as he kept kissing her neck, drawing some dirty looks from an old couple walking past. "I wish we could do this back home, be together like everyone else."

"Just have to stay home a lot," he kissed her cheek, then jerked to the right. "Got another one!" He laughed. "What did these people do, show up in the same bus?"

"Or Mr. P was snoozing, but who cares, let's go!"

He walked straight ahead towards a woman in a short pink dress with a name tag who had just come out of a small restaurant.

"Her?" Zoey pointed.

"Yeah,"

"You sure? There's other people around her."

"I'm sure," he looked over to her. "Guess I can tell you because you're the one person who wouldn't think I'm nuts, but I just heard a whisper in my head that said 'pink dress'

"He's talking to you too?" Zoey affectionately patted the Pump-Kin. "He really is like family."

"Let's not get carried away. Go get her, she's really booking down the street."

Zoey ran to catch up with her, getting in front of her, and turning around so she was in front of her.

"Happy Halloween!"

"Sorry, hon, I'm in a hurry."

"Its okay, I just want to give you one of these." She pushed the pumpkin at her. "You look like you could use a treat."

"I could use a drink," she ran her hand through her long dark hair, and Zoey noticed she looked frazzled. "10 hour shift and just get a call I have drama at home."

"I'm sorry, but something sweet always makes it better." Zoey offered the pumpkin again.

"I don't eat sweets. I have to get going."

She went to step around her, and moving quickly, Zoey plucked out a brownie and shoved it in the woman's face.

"What the hell are you...?" Her words trailed off and her eyes widened. "That smells really good!" she inhaled deeply and released a soft sigh that sounded more than a little sexual in nature.

"Tastes even better!" Zoey went to put it in her hand, but the woman surprised her by taking a small bite while she still held it.

"Hmm-mm! That's better than a drink!" she took it from Zoey's hand and took another bite. "Gotta go, thank you!"

She walked briskly away and Zoey wondered who she was off to please and be pleased by. Her nipples stiffening made her aware she was getting horny at the thought everyone she was giving these to, even the creep were heading for some forbidden sex.

She walked back toward Nate who was now talking to a tall brunette in a sexy devil costume. They were both smiling and laughing, and this time she didn't feel jealous. Instead, she felt happy for him. This was the second girl in a half hour that was flirting with him and it had to be great for his confidence.

More than that, Zoey found it arousing girls were now interested in her brother, who had now become her man, her lover. The boy they wanted was hers anytime she wanted him, and she'd proved that by fucking him on the kitchen table just a few hours ago.

She slowly approached, giving Nate a little more time to talk as he was obviously enjoying the attention. Zoey couldn't blame him, the girl, who looked around her age, was very pretty, and the costume exposed a nice pair of legs, and although the top of the dress was buttoned, a prominent pair of tits.

She imagined pressing her own impressive tits against them, going nipple to nipple with her. Again, with the girl on girl thoughts, where was it coming from? For a moment she recalled a particular woman she'd once thought of and pushed the image away before it was completely formed. She'd been drunk and high back then.

The seed, she reminded herself, it was an aphrodisiac. That and Mom had been right. Now that she'd tasted the forbidden fruit of her brother, she had sex on the brain. If she could, she'd drop to her knees and blow him in the damn street, then let him fuck her doggy.

"There she is!" Nate waved to her. "Zoey, this is Lily, she used to live down in Ft. Lauderdale."

"Hi," Lily put her hand out to her, and Zoey took it, unable to ignore how soft Lily's skin was as well as her long nails which were painted alternately in orange and black. She had beautiful ice blue eyes, fair skin, and perfect cupid bow lips currently painted a deep red.

Just stop, you like cock, not pussy.

"Nice to meet you, Lily."

"Nate was telling me about your," she cleared her throat, "Special brownies. Can I have one?"

She saw Nate nod out of the corner of her eye and held up the pumpkin.

"Thank you!" As she reached in, Lily gave Zoey a long up and down stare. "You're a lucky guy, Nate. Your girlfriend is a real hottie."

"You think?" Zoey was surprised to feel herself not only flushing but gushing as a warm wet wave surged between her thighs.

"I do," she took a brownie. "If I'd met you first, I'd be hitting on you big time. You have beautiful lips," she pushed her own into a pout. "Too bad I can't taste them."

"Who says you can't?" Zoey surprised herself as much as Lily when she slipped her hand around the back of her head and kissed her.

Lily didn't seem to mind, not only working her lips eagerly into hers, but driving her tongue in between them. Their tongues met, and Zoey heard a soft whimper and realized it was coming from her.

"Holy shit," Nate whispered next to her and his voice broke the spell.

What was she doing? She wasn't into girls and even if she was, her and Nate were together now. Just them, as it should be. She eased back, trying to catch her breath as her heart raced and her nipples ached with desire.

"Wow!" Lily whistled. "I repeat, you are a lucky guy!"

"Luckier than you know," Nate grinned.

"Now that you tried me, how about the brownie?" Zoey got herself back on track.

"Doubt it tastes better than you would."

Lily took a bite and released a sigh similar to the other woman. She smiled happily and took a second bite. Her eyes lost focus, staring off past Zoey as she chewed. She quickly devoured the rest of the brownie, and her eyes came back into focus.

"Hmm, and she can cook too," Lily laughed. "Nice meeting you guys. I'd hang out, but I have to get home, someone needs me." She sucked on her lower lip. "And I really need them. Happy Halloween!"

She gave Nate a little wave with her fingers and sauntered off.

"What was that about?" Nate asked. "You're not bi, are you?"

"No, but since I ate the seed I've been in overdrive so maybe its lust in general. She is hot."

"Not as hot as you, and you kissing her." He smirked. "You know if you ever want to bring one home, maybe we could share?"

"We're together now, Nate, and we're special. No one else for either of us."

"Like I ever had anyone else," he said with more than a hint of bitterness.

"I thought we settled that. I'll have to make up for all that head you should have been getting."

"And I will take it for the team and allow that." Nate laughed.

"I love hearing you laugh," she slipped her arm through his. "And look at you with the girls tonight."

"Lily was into you, not me."

"But she was hot and you were talking to her and laughing. No stammering, no nerves, no deer in a headlight look."

"Yeah, true," he nodded as they walked down the middle of the festival. "Think no glasses helps?"

"It does let everyone see those pretty eyes so much better."

"I do have pretty eyes, don't I?" He lifted his chin as if modeling.

"Course you do, we have the same eyes." She mimicked his pose.

"Shit, he's going off again!"

"Then let's go, little brother," Zoey let him tug her to the left. "We have to help Mr. P make this a night these people will never forget!"

Chapter Six

"Hey, wake up!" Mom's voice startled Zoey out of her doze and she jerked her head up from Nate's shoulder.

"Huh?" Nate's response and the way he jumped told her he'd also fallen asleep.

They'd come home at nine, triumphantly showing Mom the empty plastic pumpkin, and had planned to head upstairs to get out of their costumes and take a shower together. Another fun and sexy first for them.

Zoey suggested it on the ride home and he'd told her how he used to listen to the water run in the shower from his room back home which was right next to the bathroom.

He'd imagine her wet and naked, her long dark hair sticking to her back and her rubbing soap on her tits and over her body. Nate described how he'd imagine the white trails of soap running down her stomach and thighs was his cum.

By the time they got home, and he'd put the now quiet and barely glowing Pump-Kin, on the coffee table as Mom had asked, the two of them rushed through her questions about passing out the brownies, both fidgeting and eyeing the stairs.

Well, Zoey eyed the stairs when she wasn't staring at the obvious bulge between her brother's legs. Even in the loose scrubs it was noticeable. She couldn't wait to get her hands, then her mouth on it, in the shower. Wash him clean them get him all sticky again inside her aching cunt.

Mom killed the mood by telling them she wanted them to stay downstairs because she had a surprise for them. They protested, each saying they were tired and just wanted to shower and go to bed.

Mom's response of 'The two of you have the rest of your lives to fuck in the shower, tonight you can wait.' had caused Nate's mouth to drop open and he blushed furiously.

Even though Zoey had known for months their mother wanted them together, it was still strange to hear her be so blatant about it. For Nate this was all new, and it was going to take some time for him to get used to it.

Which meant Zoey would have to be a good big sister and keep fucking him until he was. But that didn't help them in the moment. Zoey had no idea what could be left to happen tonight, nor could it be better than having her brother between her legs.

But she was forced to wait because Mom was adamant they stay downstairs so they put on the TV while she went into the kitchen to, according to her, mix up something special for 'their esteemed guest.'

Said guest was the quietest it had been all day. No weird gurgling or crackling sounds, and the whispering voice hadn't spoken in her mind since she'd seduced Nate. It was no longer glowing at all, not even dimly and Zoey wondered if it slept, of maybe after growing the seeds Mom had removed from it was its purpose and it was now just a pumpkin and going to rot away again.

Speaking of dead and rotting, Nate had found the Night of the Living Dead showing on a local station. They'd sat together on the couch, his arm around her, and Zoey's head resting on his shoulder.

It felt good to be close to him, comfortable, natural, as if it were where she'd always belonged. Even though they'd had gone at it twice today, Zoey had sex on the brain all night and all she'd been thinking about was getting more.

But as they sat on the couch struck her how good simple things like this could be. Zoey ha never had a true boyfriend. Small affectionate things like his arm around her and the way he'd kissed the top of her head when she'd first curled into him, was something she'd never experienced.

Nate had put his free hand on her thigh just below the nightshirt but didn't try to move it any higher. When Zoey put her hand over it, he turned his over so they were now holding hands and she'd felt an unfamiliar, but enjoyable feeling come over her and realized that as mom had predicted, she truly was in love with her brother.

It had been a long day full of sex and adventure, and they'd spent a couple of hours walking around the festival. Zoey hadn't been aware of how tired she was until they'd been still on the couch, and at some point not long into the movie she'd fallen asleep.

"The two of you are just too cute together!" Mom gushed as she stood in front of them, using the remote to shut the television off.

"Especially still in your costumes! Just like when you were little and would fall asleep on the couch after we brought you home from trick or treating. You'd insist you wanted to stay up and eat candy and dad would tell you to sit on the couch while we looked through everything to make sure it was safe, and you'd always fall asleep."

"A little too much sugar, Mom?" Nate asked while wiping his bleary eyes.

"More than coffee," She grinned. "Bought some pumpkin schnapps, this afternoon."

Now that Nate had said it, Mom's face was red and her blue eyes were wide and more than a little glossy. She'd also changed out of her witch costume, and now wore a silky orange robe with black trim, that Zoey had seen before, but never around the house. Where Zoey had seen it was hidden in the back of Mom's walk in closet back in Florida.

It was two years ago when Dad was still alive and Zoey had snuck into her closet to borrow a pair of heels for a party she wasn't supposed to be going to. When she'd been on her knees looking for the shoes she'd see something red behind Mom's row of clothes.

The red turned out to be a baby doll nightie hanging from the wall. Zoey moved the regular clothes to the side and was confronted with several pieces of lingerie all on hangars along the wall.

The orange robe had caught her eye and she'd lifted the hangar to take a closer look and saw there was a matching bra and thong draped over the hanger inside the robe. Now Mom was wearing it in front of them and it was even shorter than Zoey had imagined it would be when she'd seen it.

The hem ended over her mid-thigh showing off a lot of leg. The top of the robe was loosely tied, and Zoey could make out the black lace trim on her bra. Why was mom wearing` a lingerie set?

The bigger question was why couldn't she stop looking at her mother's legs? Her gaze roamed from her soft lush thighs down to her bare feet with her black toenails. Mom wore a silver anklet on her left leg and a matching ring on each of her middle toes.

Zoey forced her eyes higher but was now struggling not to keep staring at her exposed cleavage in the loose robe. A warm tingling sensation between her thighs made her push her eyes up to Mom's face which is when she noticed Mom had lipstick on.

Was she expecting someone later? She was dressed more for a fun night with a lover than hanging around the house with her adult kids. She glanced at Nate to see if he were staring, and he was, but in his case, his lips were turned down in a frown, and as if he'd read her mind he said.

"Mom, what are you wearing?"

"Oh, this old thing?" she laughed and it was a little too quick and way too loud. She was either drunk, nervous, or both.

She put her arms over her head and did a quick spin which caused the back of the robe to briefly lift and Zoey caught a glimpse of black lace between the lower cheeks of her ass.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nate look away, but Zoey immediately replayed that spit second glimpse in her mind several times in rapid succession. She wiped at her face; she was warm all of a sudden.

"I used to wear this on Halloween for your dad," she sighed. "Been missing him a lot today, it was always our favorite holiday so I just thought I'd have a couple drinks to celebrate our kids' becoming lovers, and grandpa's revenge, and maybe enjoy a fun memory."

She put her hands out.

"Is it too much? I figured the last thing you kids want to think about is your mother." She looked at Nate. "I know it doesn't matter to Zoey, but I guess I should have thought of you. Want me to change?"

"No, its okay," Nate told her. "I miss dad too, and now that I've had time to think about it, I wish he could see us together too."

"What's the surprise?" Zoey asked, wanting to get it over with, get upstairs and get stuffed with her brother's cock because she obviously needed to get her latest wave of lust out of her system.

"Yes! Okay, let's all gather around GP! Its time to see the seeds you sowed come to fruition!"

She turned and skipped towards the dining room like a young girl. After glancing at Zoey and mouthing 'Wow' Nate followed her. Zoey trailed behind him still trying to figure out what mom said that had her feeling like she was missing something.

When she entered the dining room, the light was off, but there was a candle on each side of the table. The effect was an odd one, the Pump-Kin and the table were well lit, but everything else was in shadow.

Mom walked around to the head of the table where a bottle of schnapps and three shot glasses sat on an antique silver platter. She motioned for Zoey and Nate to sit down across from each other, then poured out the shots.

Mom lifted the bottle of schnapps from the table and held it out towards the empty chair opposite her. As she did, Zoey saw the bottle was new and wondered if that meant mom had drank an entire bottle during the course of the evening.

She leaned over, handing each of them a glass, then stretched her arm out, holding her shot towards the empty chair at the other end of the table.

"Sorry, you couldn't be here my love. I know you're watching, and I know you're so proud of our beautiful kids. You were as much a part of this as I was, and Grandpa knows it, and I love you for it."

She knocked back the shot with an easy Zoey found impressive. Zoey followed suit, enjoying the sensation of the warm liquor passing down her throat and down into her belly.

Next to her Nate made a choking sound and grimaced as he swallowed.

"Don't worry, honey," Mom giggled. "Girls were always better at taking warm shots down their throats."

"Mom's a horny drunk," Nate whispered to her.

"Okay, let's get started." Mom grabbed the stem and removed the top of the Pump-Kin. She reached into the pocket of her robe and removed a small vial of deep orange liquid.

"This has been in the lockbox with the journal since Mabel passed it to her daughter Helen. This is from the Pump-Kin itself from the night she made her deal. All those years and it still hasn't dried up.

"You're not going to drink that, are you?" Nate asked hopefully.

"No, it's a shot for Mr. P. Some of his original essence, straight and undiluted." She held it up and looked reverently at it. "This is the good shit as the kids say."

She popped off the stopper and poured it into the Pump-Kin. She'd barely put the lid back on when there was a loud popping sound, Zoey, and Nate both flinched when the Pump-Kin lifted several inches in the air before landing back on the table.

Sparks flew from its eyes, and a burst of reddish flame shot from its mouth. It was heading directly for Nate who threw his arms up, but it vanished just before it would have touched him.

The Pump-Kin slowly spun on the table, then went faster, then faster until it was moving so rapidly Zoey could no longer make out its eyes or mouth. It stopped so suddenly the table rocked and went into a series of wet sloppy sounds that reminded Zoey of someone chugging a drink.

Or choking on a cock.

The top flipped off, landing on the table in front of Mom, who calmly tilted the bottle of Schnapps and poured some into the Pump-Kin. She produced a book of matches and lighting one, held it over the open top.

"Put your hands on the sides of Mr. P. Don't worry, he's not hot, and he'd never hurt you, but he needs the touch of incestuous lovers to give him the sight."

"He's got eyes." Nate muttered, then yelped when Mom kicked him under the table. "Sorry, Mr. P." he put his hands on the side facing him, and Zoey did the same.

Mom dropped the lit match inside and put one hand over Nate's and the other over Zoey's. A thick plume of orange smoke gushed from the Pump-Kin billowing outward, then swirling around the three of them.

A smaller plume remained directly over the Pump-Kin, spinning like a miniature tornado.

"Show me," Mom demanded. "Show me those who reaped the lust that your seed sowed. Show us the descendants of the pious, the judgmental, the hypocrites who called you an abomination, who burned you in hope you could be destroyed.

"Show your family, the fruit of the loins of the man who embraced you and all you stand for. Let us see the family of the righteous commit the very sin they condemned ours for!"

Zoey caught movement above her and looked upwards. The cloud of smoke hung just below the ceiling and something was moving within it. At first it was random shapes, then what appeared to be shadows of people.

In an instant the shadows became a person. A man in the shower, rinsing off. The scene was so vivid she could be watching it on TV and she could hear the water running and him humming tunelessly as he rinsed off.

"Hey," Nate said across from her when the curtain slid to the side and a young girl entered the shower.

A girl with red pigtails, it was Mindy from the festival.

She was naked, and the sight of her small round perky tits with her tiny pink upturned nipples caused Zoey's nipples to stiffen. She was a petite little thing, with slender hips and a small firm little ass.

The shock of red between her slender thighs showed her to be a real redhead, and as the watched, she came up behind the man, and put her arms around his waist. Her hands went between his legs, one stroking his cock, the other rubbing his balls.

"Hmm, what got into you, tonight?" he asked.

Mindy didn't respond, instead she moved her hand up his stomach, gathering some soap, then returned to jerking him off. He moaned from the increased pleasure of her now slick hand gliding down his shaft.

Mindy pressed into his back, moving side to side, working her hard nipples across his back.

"Hope you locked the door; I don't know when Mindy's coming home." He put his hand behind his ass, his fingers out and Mindy opened her legs, and slipped them between her thighs.

"Damn, you're wet!" he exclaimed. "What did I do to deserve this?"

She kissed his back softly, then worked her away across his shoulders, kissing and licking. Zoey's breathing was getting heavier and she had to part her lips to release it. In the cloud, the man turned in Mindy's embrace and cried out.

"Mindy! What the hell are you doing in here?"

"Giving you what you want, Daddy."

"I..." he pushed her hands from him. "Are you drunk? You...you need to get out of here!"

"Come on, Daddy," Mindy licked her lips. "Let's play."

He backed away, whacking his head on the shower head, his hands over his cock. "I don't know what's got into you, but you need to get the hell out of here."

"I want you to get into me." She smiled. "You want to get into me."

"I'll leave then!" he grabbed the curtain, then stopped when Mindy opened her mouth and blew a plume of orange smoke into his face.

He sputtered, and let the curtain go. As he stood there, his eyes wide and mouth open as if he wanted to say something and couldn't, Mindy grabbed his cock, this time in both hands, pumping him.

"I saw you daddy. I saw you that day in the window."

"Window," his voice sounded far away.

"I didn't think you were home and had on my tiny little bikini. I untied the top and you looked out the window and you were staring."

"I...yes," he nodded like a bobblehead. "I watched you."

"You thought about how much I looked like Mama when you met her. Thought about my tight body, my cute little ass. You imagined how warm and soft my skin would be. Thought about rubbing lotion on your little girl."

The man was now moaning and pumping his hips, pushing his cock threw her hand.

"Then I sat up and you saw my titties. Your little girl's titties and you wanted to suck them so bad, didn't you?"

"I did...I....do," he groaned.

"Then you saw yourself fucking me. Putting your big dick in my tight pink cunt. Heard me squealing in your mind. You were hard, daddy. You were touching yourself right at the window.

"Then mom came home and you ran upstairs and took a shower and I know what you did in that shower, and how you wished all that cum was going down my throat or deep inside me."

"How about I show you?"

Mindy dropped to her knees and took her father into her mouth. He moaned her name and his hands went to her tits, playing with her nipples.

The scene changed as quickly as someone changing a channel. The older man who'd commented on Zoey's tits sitting in his car, looking at his phone and rolling his eyes.

A young girl dressed in a naughty schoolgirl costume came out of the house. Her white blouse was tied in the middle showing off her stomach and framing a large pair of breasts.

Her skirt absurdly short, her long legs clad in white thigh high stockings and ending in the classic schoolgirl black patent leather shoes with silver buckles. As she approached the man's eyes roamed up and down her body, and Zoey heard him whisper.

"Stop it, she's your niece for God's sake."

But his gaze was directly on her long leg as she got into the car.

"Christ, Lisa. I'm nice enough to give you a ride to the party because your dad has to work, least you can do is be on time."

"Sorry, Uncle Nick." She shrugged, and the bounce in her shirt told Zoey she wasn't wearing a bra. "I appreciate you giving me a ride, I really do."

"Doesn't seem like it, if you did, you'd be on time."

"I said I was sorry, what do you want, gas money?" She said with a tone.

"I want something better than that," He stopped, and blinked as if he hadn't meant to say that.

"What did you say?" Lisa asked, then jerked her head back when Nick released a sudden belch.

"Ewww!" Lisa leaned back. "Uncle, that's so gross!"

The burp was accompanied by the same orange smoke Mindy had emitted, and Lisa coughed as thin tendrils of it went up her nose.

"Sorry!" Nick wiped at his sweaty face. "Not feeling right, kind of warm. Um, let's get you to work."

He reached for the key, but Lisa put her hand on his wrist.

"You know, Uncle Nick, you're right. I should do something to show you how grateful I am."

"No, that's okay, I...holy shit!" Nick exclaimed when Lisa reached into his lap with both hands and yanked his jeans open.

"How about I suck your cock? That's what you thought about when you took me home last week, isn't it?"

As she spoke she'd reached in and deftly removed his cock from his boxers.

She lowered her head, flicked her tongue across his swollen head, and whispered, "Thank you Uncle, Nick," and took his cock deep into her mouth.

Nick eased the top of his seat back, using his hand to brush Lisa's long dark hair from her face and placed it on the top of her rapidly bobbing head.

"Now that's better," he moaned.

Zoey took her eyes from the scene of Lisa noisily slurping on her Uncle's cock to look at Nate. He was sweating, his blue eyes wide as he watched the show above him. Mom's eyes were also on it, her face even redder than before and her large breasts heaving in her robe.

Zoey felt as hot as they looked and pressed her thighs together, releasing a soft groan at how wet she was and the way the move caused her clit to throb. She turned her eyes back up to see the woman in the pink dress storming into her house.

She stalked down a hallway and burst into a room where a young man was in bed with a girl. They were both naked, her on her knees, and him fucking her from behind.

"What the fuck!" The woman yelled. "I told you I don't want this fucking skank in my house again!"

The man pulled back, then flopped onto his side, trying to pull the sheet over himself, but ended up falling off the bed his feet flying in the air.

"A... Aunt Betty!" he gasped.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" The girl sat up, covering herself with a pillow.

"Sorry you were caught!" The woman picked up a black dress from the floor and threw it at the girl. "Get dressed and get out, you little bitch!"

"Okay, okay!" The girl awkwardly pulled the dress down over her head while trying to stay covered with the pillow.

She hopped off the bed and stooping to pick up a pair of boots, ran out of the room.

"You!" The woman yelled at the man who had gotten a pair of boxers on and was standing next to the bed. "You don't listen do you?"

"Why the hell can't she be here? I'm twenty, not ten."

"Because I said so! My house, my rules! You're an ingrate, Brandon, you know that? Your father threw your lazy ass out after you flunked out of college and wouldn't get a job."

"I know, aunty! I appreciate it, I do!"

"You've been here three months, won't get a job, won't do shit around the house! All you do is eat, play video games and fuck your little sluts!"

"I'll get a job, I promise!"

"Been promising that since day one!" The woman shouted. "Meanwhile I work ten hour shifts at a shitty diner, and another three nights at Target to pay the damn mortgage!"

"Okay, I get it, I'll do better, I will."

The woman walked around to his side of the bed; her eyes locked on the large bulge in his boxers.

"You know why I don't want you fucking in my house?"

"Um, its disrespectful?" he eyed her nervously as she stalked right up to him.

He tried to take a step back, but he bumped into the wall.

"Because I haven't gotten laid in months! Its bullshit this is my house and I'm killing batteries and you're getting your dick sucked by your little whores."

"Whoa, aunty!" Brandon whistled. "That's pretty crude."

"But that's going to change!" Betty began unbuttoning the top of her dress.

"What are you doing?"

"You won't work, you won't clean, you won't follow the rules?" Betty finished the buttons and slipped her arms out of the dress. "Well, I'll tell you what, Brandon, I'm going to give you one more chance to do something."

She pushed the dress down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and reached back, unhooking her black bra.

"Aunt Betty! What the hell.... Holy shit!"

Betty whipped off her bra exposing her large heavy breasts, her rose red nipples as hard as Zoey's currently were.

"You're going to start earning your keep, boy." Betty hooked her fingers into the sides of her black panties and pushed them down as Brandon's eyes bulged in disbelief.

Betty pushed her panties down to her ankles and slipped them from her feet. She was now completely naked in front of her nephew who looked like a deer in headlights. She made him gasp when she grabbed his cock through his boxers, while shoving her panties in his face.

"What's the matter, Brandon?" Her face was inches from his. "Didn't you used to sneak into my room when you stayed over and jerk off in my panties?"

Brandon's denial was muffled by her grinding the black material in his face.

"Someone did, and I don't think it was your sister. I found them, decided not to tell your father. Another thing you owe me for."

She yanked the panties from his face, and replaced them with her lips, kissing him hard. Brandon's eyes went wide, and he had his arms outstretched as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.

Within a few seconds, his arms went around her, crushing her against him as they kissed. His hands slid around between them, cupping her breasts and Betty let her head fall back, moaning as his lips went to her neck.

"Yeah, you thought about aunty, didn't you? Thought about those big tits and my mouth on your cock. I was the first woman you jerked off to wasn't I?"

"Yes," he moaned. "You were so hot," he lowered his head and sucked on her nipple. "You're still so fucking hot!"

"This what you were thinking about when you made a mess in my panties?"

Betty dropped to her knees, yanked his boxers down, and took his cock in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Brandon moaned, his hands in her long hair as she sucked him.

Betty removed him from her mouth, a sticky strand of pre cum dangling from her chin.

"You taste like young cunt." She licked her lips. "I kind of like it."

She stood, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him to the side. He gasped when she shoved him, sending him sprawling on the bed, his long cock bobbing between his legs.

"You're going to start doing something around here," She crawled up on the bed and swung her leg over his hips, straddling him. "You're going to do me!"

She guided him between her legs and impaled herself on his cock.

"Goddamn," Nate whispered from across the table and even in just that one word, she heard how worked up he was.

Betty bucking on her nephew's cock was replaced by a young brunette in a pink t-shirt sitting on her bed cross legged her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking. The door behind her opened and Lily, clad just in a towel, her long dark hair wet, and clinging to her creamy shoulders and back, entered the room.

"Don't cry, Mandy, that little bitch isn't worth it."

"B...but I wanted Julie to be my first girl. She flirted with me, and she kept telling me how pretty I was." Mandy lifted her head and sniffled, wiping at her wide brown eyes.

"Mom, dad and you were all out so I had her over to watch movies up here, and I kissed her and...and she laughed at me and said I didn't know how to kiss. Then she said she was only messing with me because her friends dared her to find out if I were into girls. Now it will be all over school!"

"Don't worry about what those little snots have to say, and I'm sure my little sis knows how to kiss." Lily climbed onto the bed and sat behind her. "And you're so pretty," she slid up behind her, stretching her long legs out along either side of her sister. "Sexy too."

"Huh?" Mandy looked at Lily's legs around her. "You think I'm sexy?"

"I don't think, I know." Lily slid her arms around her and rested her chin on her shoulder. "And trust me, your big sister has been with some sexy girls."

"I know! You're so beautiful and confident, and you know what you're doing! I...I don't even know how to touch a girl. I just know I want to be with one."

"And you will be, and a better girl than that little tease. Best of all, it's someone who loves you."

"Who? I've never even been on a date with a girl."

"No, but you live with one." Lily kissed her softly on the neck, and a soft moan escaped Zoey as she remembered how Lily's lips felt on hers earlier.

"What was that?" Mandy went to turn her head but stopped when Lily blew in her ear and a thin wisp of orange steam entered it.

Mandy's body stiffened, and her mouth opened as if she were going to say something, but nothing came out.

"Let big sis make it all better." Lily kissed her neck while her hands found the bottom of Mandy's t-shirt. "Just like I did in that dream you had."

"I did dream of you," Mandy lifted her arms in the air, and Zoey's breath caught as Lily pulled it up, exposing her belly, then her tits.

"Dreamt of this," Lily tossed the shirt away and her hands found Mandy's breasts. "Of me being your first girl. The first one to taste you and be tasted by you."

She rolled Mandy's nipples between her fingers and Zoey squirmed in her seat. Mandy's tits were amazing, not big, but far more than a mouthful. Perfectly round, adorable deep pink nipples, the left one pierced with a silver hoop.

She leaned back, turning her head, her lips parted, and Zoey's parted with them, yearning for the kiss Lily was now receiving. Mandy whimpered and put her hands over Lily's pressing them harder to her breasts.

Lily's hand slid down her soft tummy and over smooth mound. Mandy uncrossed her legs, and the way she spread them had Zoey now rocking back and forth in her chair as she puddled in her thong.

The moan Mandy released when her sister's fingers found her clit made Zoey whimper deep in her throat. Lily turned to her side and laid Mandy back on the bed, she slid off and stood in front of her.

With a smile she dropped the towel exposing her large, beautiful breasts and incredible body. Zoey's eyes feasted on the small patch of dark hair in the cleft of her thighs.

The way Mandy looked at her sister and sucked on her lower lip had Zoey sucking hers. Lily slowly sank to her knees and placing her hands on her sister's thighs, smiled up at her.

"Now this, my sexy little sister, is how you kiss a woman.

Mandy squealed as Lily plunged her tongue inside her.

A flash and they were back to Mindy still on her knees in the shower, but her father now using her pig tails as handles, yanking her head into this thrusting cock. Her face was as red as her hair, her eyes watering and drool flowing down her chin as her father fucked her mouth.

To Nick in the car, his niece still blowing him, but she was now turned to the side, kneeling on the seat. He had her skirt up over her hips, showing off her well rounded ass.

Her thong was to the side and his fingers were buried inside her. Lisa rocked back and forth, moving into his fingers to push them deeper, then forward to deep throat his cock.

Betty riding her nephew so hard the bed was rocking and he was moaning and whimpering beneath her. She lowered herself over him, shoving her big tits in his face. He sucked on each nipple, then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down to him.

She cried out when he bent his knees, getting his feet on the bed for leverage and now pounding up into his aunt's mature pussy.

Lily, her arms wrapped around Mandy's thighs, her tongue dancing on her clit. Mandy was playing with her tits as she moaned and squirmed while her big sister licked her closer and closer to her first orgasm given to her by a woman.

A tall blonde woman Lily remembered giving a brownie to was kneeling on the floor in front of a couch between two young men. She had their cocks in her hands, stroking both.

She took one into her mouth, sucking for a few seconds, before switching and sucking the other.

"See boys?" she looked at each in turn as she pumped their spit slicked cocks in her hands. "Mommy doesn't play favorites, let me show you how she loves both of you just the same!"

A young man lying on his back between two girls. The girls, both green eyed redheads, were further down the bed both licking his hard cock which they held between them.

The one on his left sucked it into her mouth, her eyes rolling back while she blew him. The other girl stroked him and licked his balls, then they switched off the other blowing him while the girl on the left bathed his sac with her tongue.

"What do you think, Ricky?" The one on the right asked while the other took over sucking him. "Which of your sisters gives better head?"

Back to Mindy who was now being fucked. Her legs were around her father's waist, as he took her hard and fast against the tiled wall of the shower.

In the car, Nick now had the seat down, staring up at his niece riding him. She'd untied the blouse and her huge creamy tits were bouncing wildly.

"This fair, Uncle?" Lisa asked as bucked wildly on him. "You give me a ride; I give you one?"

"You think you're done?" Betty, her tits covered with a huge load of cum, pointed to her nephew who was on his knees on the bed next to her, then between her legs.

"Let's go, Brandon. You have rent due and this cunt isn't going to lick itself!"

Lily now on her back, her legs spread, one draped over Mandy's back as her she licked and sucked on her clit.

"That's it, baby girl," Lily purred. "Just like that," she giggled. "Who said you didn't know how to kiss?"

The blonde mother on her hands and knees on the couch, sucking on one son while the other fucked her from behind.

The brother still on his back, one sister riding his cock, the other straddling his face. They leaned forward, kissing, and playing with each other's small tits as they both worked their brother.

Mindy now bent over in the shower, her palms against the wall, legs wide, her small ass pushed out as her father gripped her pig tails and hammered away at her.

Nick and Lisa now outside the car, her upper body through the driver's window as he stood behind her, pants around his knees fucking his niece.

Betty between Brandon's legs, slurping on his cock as he squirmed and whimpered.

"Stop crying," she slapped his thigh. "You're twenty years old, you can get it up again!" she went back to sucking, then rolled onto her hands and knees. "Now give it to me!" she groaned as he got on his knees and slipped inside her. "Probably the most work you've done in a month!" Betty laughed.

Lily and Mandy were now scissoring, grinding their pink slits against each other as they played with their tits.

The mother on top of one son while the other crouched over her, pushing his cock into her ass.

"Oh my," Mom moaned next to Zoey. "That is...so good," she sighed.

The images spun faster and faster and there were other couples, each one featuring someone Zoey recalled taking a brownie. As they passed by, she instinctively knew who they were to each other.

A mother fucking her daughter with a strap on. Two brothers spit roasting their sister. An aunt between her nephew and niece, each sucking one of her breasts, their fingers between her legs.

A daughter on her back, head turned, sucking her father's cock while her mother's tongue was busy between her legs.

Faster and faster the scenes switched, but as fast as the came and went, every second of it was etched into Zoey's now lust addled mind. The spinning compilation of taboo sex was nearing its end as they were now seeing the finale of each coupling.

Mindy on her knees, her father squirting cum into her mouth and all over her face.

Nick tit fucking his niece as she knelt next to the car. His cock erupted splashing cum all over her tits and some into her mouth as she leaned over to catch some it as he thrust through her big sift tits.

Lily and Mandy in a sixty nine, both squealing and grinding their pussies in each other's faces.

Brandon, whimpering and groaning as Betty jerked his red and barely hard cock. She was going hard and fast and he was begging her to stop, but she continued and laughed when barely a dribble came out.

"I'll consider that one month's rent, you still owe me two, so you better rest up!"

The mother on her knees, between her sons, her mouth wide open as both sprayed cum all over her face.

The two sisters, one jerking their brother's cock into the other's mouth. She eased it from her mouth and the other sister rolled over onto her back, mouth open to receive the load now flowing from her sister's mouth and into hers.

The daughter now fucking her mother with the strap on while pressing a wand to her clit, sending her into a screaming orgasm. A mother kneeling next to her daughter, jerking the father's cock into her little girl's mouth.

Cum on tits, in eager mouths, all over asses. Moaning, squealing, whimpering, and begging to stop, others begging for more.

Mindy asking her father if he wanted to come into her room and eat her pussy.

Lisa telling Nick that her father was working third shift and how would he like another ride?

Lily and Mandy curling up together under the covers in Mandy's bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.

The blonde on her back on her bed, between her now sleeping boys, an arm around each of them.

Betty sitting up in her bed, smoking while Brandon lay snoring next to her.

The two sisters, cum still on their faces sleeping on either side of their brother.

There was a flash and the images, as well as the cloud of smoke itself was suddenly gone as if they'd never been there.

"I need a cigarette, and I don't even smoke," Mom whispered.

"I..." Nate had to take a moment to catch his breath. "I feel like I just watched a goddamn Pornhub marathon. Holy shit."

"Zoey, you okay, honey?" Mom asked.

"I need to go to bed," she eased herself from her chair and looking down saw the chair was wet, she'd soaked through her panties and her damn dress. "Nate needs to come with me." She pointed to him. "Now."

"Hold on." Mom picked up the bottle and poured another round, passing the glasses to Zoey and Nate.

"To your newfound love, to dad, to grandpa, to revenge, and of course to," she clicked her glass against the now silent and dim gourd. "The Great Pump-Kin!"

Zoey and Nate clicked their glasses to Mom's and did the shots.

Nate stood, and Zoey's mouth watered at the sight of the huge bulge in his scrubs. He was as hard as she was wet.

"Kiss your sister for me, Nate," Mom said softly. "After all that I want to see my son and daughter enjoy their true and forever love."

Nate looked at Zoey who nodded vigorously, at this point she swore it wouldn't take much to get her to do anything to him, even in front of their mother. Nate walked around the table and taking her face in his hands, kissed her.

Zoey put her arms around his neck, pressing into him as her tongue slipped into his mouth. Nate's hands went around her back and slid down. Zoey released a yip of surprise when he boldly grabbed her ass through the thin costume.

She couldn't help grinding her hips into him, and his cock pushing into her stomach made her whimper. She needed him in her mouth, her pussy, her damn ass if he wanted it! She'd give her brother anything he wanted tonight.

Tonight, and for the rest of their lives.

They broke the kiss, turning their heads at the sound of a loud gargling sound from the table. The Pump-Kin was once more alit from within and wobbling on the table. Between the rhythm of the weird sound and its movement, Zoey had the feeling it was...

"Mr. P says the two of you make him very happy."

"We aim to please," Nate chuckled.

"You can aim wherever you want, little brother." Zoey took his hand. "Let's go upstairs, night Mom."

"Hold on," Mom put her hand up. "I think we're going to get one more show, a special one."

"Mom, I need to go to bed." Zoey looked down at Nate's cock as he eased from her embrace. "Nate does too."

"I have needs to, baby girl." Mom pointed to the Pump-Kin where a small cloud of smoke hung several inches over it. "And both of you need something the other can't give you."

"What's that mean?" Nate asked.

"Watch." Mom pointed.

As before a crystal clear image shone in the smoke.

"Oh shit," Nate whispered as he saw himself standing outside their home in Florida. He was peeking into the window where the blinds were left up a few inches.

In front of him, Mom was on her knees blowing their father as he sat on the bed. His hands in her hair, holding it so he could watch her eagerly devour his cock. The image switched to Mom on her back, legs splayed, and playing with her nipples as Dad lay between her legs, his fingers inside her, his lips fastened to her clit.

Mom now on top, riding Dad hard and fast, his hands on her tits and her head back, mouth open, crying out in pleasure. Mom on her back, legs in the air, Dad hammering into her. Now doggy style, Dad slapping Mom's already red swollen ass with one hand whole he gripped her hair with the other.

The entire time, Nate watched, eyes wide and his hand on his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans. Mom holding her tits as Dad knelt on the bed next to her, jerking off, painting their mother's tits with a huge thick load of cum.

"God, I miss him." Mom sighed.

Another shift and Nate was now in their bedroom, lying on their bed, masturbating with a pair of Mom's panties wrapped around his cock.

"I...I only did it once," Nate stammered. "I swear, I was younger, I'd never even seen porn and saw you two and..."

"Shhh!" Mom put her black tipped finger to her lips.

A switch and Zoey saw herself at a party, a drink in her hand talking to a boy.

But as he chatted away, her gaze was over his shoulder where two girls sat on a couch kissing. Zoey at a club, dancing with her friend Tina. They were both drunk, and giggling, Tina had slipped up behind her, put her arms around her waist and ground lewdly into her.

Zoey turned in her arms and their breasts were now pressing together. They were laughing, but Tina's expression went suddenly serious, and she parted her lips. At the last second, Zoey pulled away from her and walked away, flustered, and frustrated.

She was now at the beach in a lounge chair and behind her sunglasses watching the girls. Zoey could see in the image what she was looking at as the "camera" panned along long glistening sun kissed legs.

Firm asses in their little bikini bottoms, long wet hair on bronzed skin, and the breasts jiggling in minimal bikini tops. One girl rubbing tanning oil on another's legs and back, and doing it slowly and sensually, telling Zoey they were lovers.

Lucky bitches, her thought was voiced through the dining room as the image turned again. It was now Zoey in their parent's room, pulling open Mom's nightstand drawer.

"Oh, no," she whispered as she watched herself remove Mom's purple vibrator.

She helplessly watched herself hold it to her nose, inhaling deeply and sighing. She licked it, first just the tip, then the length of it. Zoey sat on the bed, and holding the end of the vibe, proceeded to suck on it, taking it deep, her head bobbing and her blue eyes rolling back.

Now on the bed, her skirt up, thong to the side, plunging the vibe inside her while her fingers worked her clit.

"Oh, mama," she squealed as she came, squirming on their parents' bed.

"I...oh my god," Zoey breathed. "I just wanted to know what a woman tasted like, and I...I always thought you were beautiful and sexy. I'm sorry, Mom, it was the one time."

"Same for me," Nate explained. "I was so embarrassed! Then I started watching porn, and..."

"Then you started watching your sister." Mom finished. "Its okay, both of you, its okay." Mom rose from her chair.

"Or maybe it's not. You see, my loves, once the Pump-Kin brings us together there's to be no one else, but there is also to never be a desire for anyone, or anything other than your true love.

"But Zoey has an unsatisfied craving for women, and part of why she denied it was she was meant to be with you, Nate. Her being with women would complicate things, she didn't know it at the time, but her not being able to go through with it was because of the deep seeded desire for her brother already imbedded in her subconscious.

"In your frustration, you thought of me because it could never happen. You tasted my toy, not a friend's, masturbated in my bed, and even briefly to me because it was harmless release, I was no one you could ever be with."

Zoey slowly nodded and her hand went to her stomach, which was burning the same way it had in the cemetery.

"And Nate, my sweet baby boy. You saw something you shouldn't have, and your reaction was partly like your sister's, you thought of me because our family is founded on family loving family, it was instinct for you to become obsessed with me in that moment.

"I know you only did that to me once, then you were able to move on. I was your first little fantasy, and honey? Trust me, more boys than you can imagine have had some passing thoughts about their mother before they start dating, and many their sister as well, but just early on.

"The problem, my beautiful babies, is you both have an unrequited desire."

'No," Nate shook his head. "You just said it, we both only did it back then, and never again." While he spoke, his hand was also on his stomach, and Zoey noticed his face was redder and sweatier than before.

"Not for me, but Zoey still thinks of girls. She was thinking of them quite a bit this evening, weren't you?"

"Yes, I even kissed a girl at the festival." Her voice sounded distant and there was a roaring in her ears. The heat was rising, now filling her chest.

"It was hot," Nate sounded funny too, and his eyes were distant as if he were staring through mom, not at her.

"Bet it was," Mom came around the table to stand in front of them. "And Nate," she put her hand on his cheek. "No matter how happy Zoey makes you, there will always be that bitterness that you had to be alone.

"It wasn't fair, was it? Zoey played and you masturbated, to me, to girls in school, and for months your sister. She's beautiful, she's sexy as fuck and I know my little girl is a nasty little thing when it comes to sex, all the sisters in our family are, its why we're allowed to play, we need to be that sweet girl, and that porn star to satisfy our brothers."

Mom flashed a sultry smile, "As Nate saw, your mom's pretty nasty too."

She turned her attention back to Nate and as she did, Zoey's eyes dropped to her mother's breasts, barely covered in the loosely tied robe. She thought of the replay of what Nate saw. Mom's breasts were like hers, big, round and absolutely amazing.

Her gaze went lower, and she licked her lips at the image of Dad licking her mother's pink puffy lips. The heat was rising and sweat trickled down her back. As horny as she had been before, she felt as if she could pop just standing there.

A quick glance told her Nate was still aroused even with mom standing in front of them. Zoey forced her gaze to his face and saw his eyes were also on Mom's chest.

"But there will always be that nagging question, that wondering what another girl would be like. What you'd be like with her. You make your sister happy, but could you make another girl happy? Are you a good lover, or just good because your sister took you and Mr. P helped you?"

"A mother's job is to take care of her children, to make sure they never go without and have everything they have ever wanted or needed."

Mom took Zoey's hand in hers.

"My baby girl wants a woman."

She took Nate's hand.

"My boy wanted a woman before he wanted his sister, and part of him still does."

She lifted their hands and kissed the back of Nate's, then Zoey's. A shiver went through her as her mother's soft, full, red painted lips, lingered on her hand.

"And honestly? I have needs to. I lost your father, and because of what's in our history and blood no other lover can compare to family, so why bother. You're the chosen, and I gave birth to you.

"Mr. P blessed your union, gave you to each other. He gave me a reward too," she smiled and placed their hands on her bare chest, just above her breasts. "In the form of three extra seeds he birthed while you were watching all the fun the people in town were having."

She pointed to the glasses on the table.

"Trust me, my loves, that was one hell of a shot," she smiled wickedly at them. "Feel anything? Maybe an urge to satisfy those cravings and make take care of your mother's neglected and very needy cunt?"

Mom released their hands, and sliding her hand behind Zoey, and into her hair, drew her into a kiss. Zoey, overwhelmed by lust inspired by her secret need to be with a woman, and the power of the seed roaring up her throat and into her mouth, accepted the kiss.

Her lips parted, and the heat passed into her mother's mouth. Mom sighed, and a similar heat passed back into Zoey. Their lips worked slowly, gently caressing the other's full soft flesh.

Mom moaned deep in her throat, and Zoey replied with a soft whimper. Mom kissed her harder, and Zoey gasped when she felt her mother's hands on her breasts, fondling them through her costume.

Her tongue plunged hard into Zoey's mouth, and she eagerly sucked on it, earning a low moan from Mom.

"That..." Nate paused, then sighed. "Is the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Hmm," Mom eased her lips from Zoey. "Like that gorgeous blonde said to her sons, don't worry, baby, Mommy loves you both the same."

She turned and kissed Nate who released a small sound of pure joy in his throat. Mom's hands were still on her breasts, but the one on her left dropped between Nate's legs and fondled his cock beneath his scrubs.

Nate moaned loudly into their kiss, and Zoey, too overcome with passion to let her mother make the next move, brushed Mom's long blonde hair aside, and nuzzled into her neck, sucking gently on her soft skin.

Her hand went to Mom's left breast, squeezing it, then seeking her nipple through the thin robe.

"Yes," Mom moaned when Nate's hand found her other breast, and he slipped his lips from hers to work the other side of her neck. "Oh, yes!"

Mom's hand dropped from Zoey's breast down to the hem of her short dress. She hiked it up, then put her hand on her thigh. Her hand was hot and her finger's trembling, and Zoey knew it wasn't from nerves, but raw need.

Mom's hand moved up her daughter's inner thigh and Zoey opened her legs for her. When she placed her hand on Zoey's pussy through her thong, both women moaned.

"You're so fucking wet," Mom whispered. "And your brother is so hard!"

She abruptly pulled away from them.

"Upstairs," she said breathlessly. "I want you two in my bed."

She grabbed the ties to the robe and pulled it open, exposing her breasts. Nate reached for them, but with a laugh she jumped back, then turned and tossing the robe behind her, ran for the stairs, giggling like a girl Zoey's age.

"Look at that ass," Nate marveled, taking in Mom's well rounded cheeks in the skimpy black thong she'd had on beneath the robe.

"You look, I'm touching!" Zoey shoved him, sending him staggering back, then made a run for the stairs.

"Too slow!" Nate vaulted the table to cut Zoey off and get ahead of her.

"Cheat!" she yelled as he reached the stairs before her.

Mom had already made it to the top and gone around the corner. As Nate shot up the stairs, there was a laugh from above him, and the thong came sailing down the stairs.

Nate caught it, then flipped it behind him. Zoey was close behind, and catching it, pressed it to her face, loving not only the scent of her mother, but how warm and sticky the material was.

She refrained from licking it. Her first taste of Mom would be straight from the source, not from a toy like last time. In front of her, Nate was already at the top of the stairs, and had ripped off his shirt, flinging it to the floor and kicking off his shoes before running down the hallway.

Zoey followed suit, kicking off her sneakers, but leaving the white stockings on. She hurriedly unbuttoned the top of her dress as she hurried towards Mom's open bedroom door.

When she entered the room, Nate was already naked and on the bed. Mom was on her stomach between his legs, his cock already in her mouth.

"No fair, starting without me!" Zoey shoved her dress down, peeled the soaked thong from her pussy and kicked them away.

She crawled up on the bed, stretching out next to Mom, she didn't hesitate to get in on the action, ducking her had and sucking on Nate's balls.

"Best Halloween ever," Nate moaned as Mom bobbed her head, deep throating him with an ease Zoey admired.

She released him with a loud slurp and angled his cock towards Zoey.

"Want some?"

Zoey's response was to take him deep and bob her head as fast as Mom had been. Mom took over sucking his balls, and Nate's hands slid into their hair as he watched his Mother and sister, devour his cock.

Zoey passed him back to Mom, who this time only sucked on his head. Taking advantage of having most of his cock exposed, Zoey fluttered her tongue up and down his shaft.

She reached Mom and kissed her cheek. Mom let Nate's cock fall from her mouth, and kissed Zoey. They each put a hand on Nate's long thick shaft, stroking him as they kissed.

Mom eased his oozing head between them, and they worked their tongues and lips over his cock and each other's mouths. Zoey took Nate back in her mouth, and opening wide, too him deep.

She held him for a few seconds, and Mom sighed. "Such a good girl."

Zoey eased her way back up, then gasped when Mom grabbed her head and shoved her back down on his cock. She gagged, spit spewing from her mouth, then moaned as her mother pushed and pulled on her head, force feeding her Nate's cock.

"That's even better," Mom laughed. "You know a blowjob is good when you're gagging and all sloppy."

She pulled Zoey's head up, removing Nate's cock from her mouth, then kissing her hard, her tongue plunging into her mouth. Mom's lips devoured hers as she kissed and licked the sloppy mess from Zoey's face.

Mom took Nate back in her mouth, rapidly deep throating him, then sat up, and swung her leg over his hips. Zoey gripped his cock, holding it as she watched with her heart racing and her clit throbbing, Mom lower herself onto her brother.

"Fuck!" Mom cried out as she let her weight go, driving Nate's full length inside her. "Hmm, baby, you take after your father, don't you?"

She bounced hard on his cock and Zoey remained where she was, transfixed by the sight of her mother's pink slit sliding over her brother's cock. She ducked her head and Nate groaned when she licked his balls as Mom rode him.

"Sounds like Zoey is being a good big sister back there!" Mom laughed, then moaned when Nate cupped her breasts, stroking her nipples while she bucked wildly on him.

Zoey worked her tongue from his balls to the base of his shaft, then grabbing Mom's ass, spread her cheeks and shoved her tongue into her pink rosebud.

"Bad girl!" Mom squealed as Zoey, who had never done anything like this before, swirled her tongue, rimming her mother's asshole while she rode her brother.

"Yeah, baby!" Mom called out, move those hips, fuck Mama!"

Zoey slid her tongue up through the crack of mom's ass, then kissed her way up her back while she rose to her knees. She swung her leg over Nate so she was now directly behind mom and put her arms around her.

Her hands replaced Nate's on her breasts, squeezing them while she kissed Mom's neck. Mom moaned and yelped as the move spurred Nate on to pump his hips harder, his thrusting cock meeting Mom's descending pussy.

Zoey's right had ran down her mother's stomach and when she found her clit, Mom moaned. "That's it, baby girl, make mommy come on your brother's dick!"

Zoey rubbed her clit, while she licked and sucked on her neck, her left hand on Mom's tit, her fingers rolling her hard nipple.

Nate took over for Zoey on Mom's other nipple, his other hand on her hip, as she continued to bounce on his cock. Zoey was once again impressed with her brother's stamina, sure, he'd come twice for her today, but Mom was bucking on him like he was a damn rodeo bull, and...it was Mom.

This after both his sister and mother slobbered on his dick. The seed was most likely helping him. Just as it had affected Zoey who was taking care of her mother as if she were an experienced lover of women.

"Yes, yes!" Mom's voice lowered into a guttural growl and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on Nate's chest and digging her long nails into him.

Zoey rubbed her clit faster, and gave her nipple a hard twist, which Nate imitated with the other. Mom threw her head back, almost giving Zoey a head butt in the process, and released a long loud howl of ecstasy.

She wailed repeatedly as she thrashed wildly on Nate's cock. Beneath her, Nate moaned and whimpered as his mother took him as hard as Betty had taken her nephew in the taboo show they'd been treated to.

Her fingers gouged long scratches in his chest as her orgasm smashed through her. Zoey kept her fingers moving on her clit and nipple, prolonging her climax as her hips ground into Mom, her clit yearning for its own release.

Mom's wild movements, slowed, and with a long sigh, she rolled off Nate. Before he could move, Zoey had his dick in her mouth, noisily slurping on it, her eyes rolling back as she tasted her mother's cunt from her brother's cock.

Mom grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth from Nate's cock, and pushing her onto her back. Zoey went to sit up, then cried out in delight, when Mom knelt between her legs, lowered her head, and buried her face between her daughter's thighs.

"Oh, Mama!" Zoey squealed as her mother plunged her rigid tongue into her sopping slit.

She spread her legs wide, and grabbing Mom's hair, pumped her hips, grinding her cunt in her mother's face. Mom moaned into her hot flesh but continued to swirl her tongue inside her.

She sucked hard, and Zoey felt her pussy gush into her mouth. Mom's tongue traveled up through her wet lips, and when it flicked across her clit, Zoey's hips jerked and her legs kicked alongside her mother.

Nate had risen to his knees and leaning over her, sucked her left breast while he fondled the other. His cock was twitching by her head, and turning hers, Zoey opened wide and took him into it.

She whimpered around his shaft while Mom's tongue fluttered over and around her clit. She inserted her fingers into her wet twat and plunged them deep. Zoey's hips moved in time with Mom's now thrusting fingers as she moved her head as much as she could, sucking on the head and first few inches of Nate's cock.

He moved his hips, pushing himself deeper, and Zoey slid her hand between his legs, cupping his balls. Mom added another finger, stretching her wider, and now moving her wrist, shaking her fingers inside her.

She was so damn wet; she could hear Mom's fingers slapping inside her sloppy cunt. Mom was now alternately licking and sucking her clit, and Zoey's legs had already straightened around her, tensing, her feet pointing forward and her toes curling.

Her hips rocked into Mom's fingers, also working her clit against Mom's skilled tongue. Nate's lips and fingers on her nipples were helping to edge her closer to her impending orgasm, and the way he was gently fucking her mouth with his cock added an even bigger thrill.

She wished she could see this the way the Pump-Kin had shown them the others. Zoey on her back, her mother between her legs, face down in her pussy, ass in the air. Her brother over her, working his sister's tits while she slurped on his slowly thrusting cock.

Her back arched and thighs trembled as Mom's tongue played her clit perfectly. Up, down, side to side, and in slow, then faster circles, she had Zoey squirming and whimpering around Nate's dick as she brought her closer and closer to the edge.

With no warning, Mom plunged a finger hard into her ass, and the most powerful orgasm, Zoey's ever experienced exploded through her. She wailed around Nate's cock, and when he tried to pull out, she shifted her grip from his balls to the base of his shaft, holding him there.

She wanted to come with him in her mouth, and Mom busy between her thighs, enjoying both enjoying her. Her holes contracted around Mom's fingers, and she ground her hips in hard circles, rubbing herself into her still moving tongue.

Zoey's choking cried of pleasure around Nate were thrills in themselves as she bucked and writhed on the bed, Mom pushing her fingers deeper into her pussy and ass, then curling them, pressing into each other through the thin skin between Zoey's ass and cunt.

She'd never felt anything like it before, and her breath caught and her body tensed. Her back arched higher, her ass coming off the bed. Her body seemed to pause, then Zoey howled around Nate as her body convulsed and a thick stream of sticky juices squirted into Mom's face, and down her thighs.

Zoey cried out when a second, then third stream squirted into Mom's face, and shoulders, and puddling on the sheets. Her body went limp, and this time she had to remove Nate from her mouth to be able to gasp for breath.

"Oh...oh my god, I...oh wow..." Zoey's orgasm had been so strong she couldn't even speak, and above her the ceiling was spinning.

She lay there, arms falling her side, as limp as a rag doll, as her tits heaved with her deep breaths. Mom eased her fingers from her, then slid over to her side and whispered something to Nate.

Her brother climbed over her so he was kneeling between her legs, and lifting her right leg, twisted his shoulders. Zoey yelped as he rolled her onto her side, then again when with another twist he had her on her stomach.

He grabbed her hips, pulling them in the air, and drawing her legs up so she was now on her knees. He entered her in one long hard thrust that caused her eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open in a sharp yelp.

Nate tore into her with a power that bordered on violent, pounding her still quivering pussy with his big dick. Zoey yipped and squealed as he fucked her harder than she'd ever been before.

In front of her, Mom slid over, swung her leg over Zoey's head and lying back, spread her pussy open in front of her.

"Come give, Mama a kiss, baby girl."

She slid closer so her pussy was inches from her and she didn't hesitate to shove her face between her mother's thighs. Even with Nate fucking her like he was trying to break her, Zoey's focus shifted to the scent and taste of her mother.

She kissed her clit, then slid her tongue down through her thick pussy lips. Again, as if she'd done this before, she slipped her tongue inside, keeping it rigid and moving her head, tongue fucking her mother.

"There you go," Mom moaned. "That's my girl! And look at my boy back there taking it to his sister, claiming her, showing her that cunt belongs to him now."

Zoey yipped into her as Nate somehow managed to increase the pace, and force, of his frenzied fucking. The bed was rocking and so was Zoey, but she kept her tongue inserted in her mother, probing, licking, sucking, and letting her mouth fill with her mother's forbidden nectar.

She swirled her tongue out and upward, and when she reached her clit gave it a hard suck. Mom moaned, and cupped her big tits, playing with her nipples as Zoey sucked in a steady rhythm.

She plunged her fingers into her, burying them knuckle deep, then curling them hard. The way Mom's hips jerked and she groaned told her she was once again somehow doing the right thing.

She swirled her tongue in fast circles around her clit while now pumping her fingers into her mother's wet hole.

"Yeah, lick it," Mom gasped. "Keep going, baby girl, keep working Mama's clit like that and I'm going to come in that gorgeous face!"

Behind her, Nate had finally slowed down, now fucking her with shorter less forceful thrusts. She could hear his breathing and he was sweating so heavily she could feel drops of it splashing on her ass.

"Easy, baby boy," Mom breathed. "You still got some fucking to do. Your mom needs more of that cock."

The moan Nate emitted behind her sounding as desperate as it did enthusiastic. As it was, seed or no seed, she couldn't believe he hadn't popped yet. That thought was followed by Mom lifting her legs and crossing them over Zoey's head.

She pulled her into her pussy, and rocked her hips faster, and Zoey felt her thighs trembling against her. She increased the speed of her licking, mixing in sudden hard sucks, and Mom was now whimpering and tugging hard on her nipples, stretching them to wear it had to be painful.

Zoey added a third finger, and as she did before, curled them inside her. Mom gasped, and when Zoey did it again, this time accompanied by a hard suck, Mom released another of those porn star quality wails as she came in Zoey's face.

She worked her hips, grinding her hot cunt into her daughter's face. Not that Zoey minded, she loved the feel, taste, and smell, of her mother's hot flesh in and on her face. She kept her tongue going while leaving her fingers deep inside, loving how Mom's pussy clenched around them.

Mom squirmed on the bed, moaning, and releasing short sharp little yips that reminded Zoey of hiccups. Behind her, Nate had eased from inside her, taking a breather as he watched his sister make his mother come.

"Hmm, that was sooo nice!" Mom let her legs drop from around Zoey's head. "That's the first time a girls made me cum since a week before I seduced your father." She giggled. "I knew I shouldn't have, but I needed that taste, just like you did."

She sat up, then looked at Nate behind them.

"How's this look, honey?" She quickly rolled over and got onto her hands and knees next to Zoey. "Your mom and your big sister face down and ass up for you."

"Holy fuck," Nate grabbed both their asses, fondling their cheeks, then giving each of them a light spank.

"Fuck is what you're supposed to be doing. Come take your women, Nate."

"My women," Nate said it almost reverentially.

He grabbed Mom's hips and drove into her, fucking her with long hard thrusts. Mom turned to Zoey and kissed her, now releasing her sharp yips into her daughter's mouth. Nate slipped from Mom, and Zoey groaned as he resumed his prior assault on her sloppy cunt.

He fucked her hard enough to make his balls slap against her, and Zoey was so wet, she could feel her juices flowing down her thighs as he pushed more out with his plunging cock.

He moved over, once more taking Mom, and this time as hard as he had Zoey. They tried to continue to kiss. Their lips and tongues connecting briefly before Mom had to stop to squeal from a particularly hard thrust.

He went back to Zoey, and she surprised herself by releasing a loud laugh. This was the best day, and night ever. Her brother, now with mom, the three of them together, loving and lusting!

Next to her Mom smiled and nodded as if she completely understood. Looking over her shoulder, she said "Stop!"

Nate quickly slid from within Zoey. "I do something wrong?" he was breathing so hard he could barely talk, and he was drenched in sweat.

"Zoey, roll over on your back." Mom sat up on her knees. "I want to watch you two finish."

Zoey wasn't going to argue. She rolled onto her back as mom moved over, now kneeling behind her head. Nate knelt between her legs, and grabbing her ankles lifted her legs in the air.

He plowed into her and Zoey howled as he went at her as hard as he had been from behind.

"Let me help." Mom leaned over, grabbed Zoey's ankles, and yanked her legs back.

Zoey squealed as she was now staring up at her feet, and her ass was off the bed as she was bent like a pretzel. Nate was now pounding deeper into her, his hands braced on the backs of her thighs.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Zoey's eyes were rolling like a slot machine and her big tits bounced wildly as her brother hammered down into her. More of her juices squirted from inside and dripped down her thighs.

Nate's thighs were sticky as well as was his cock and balls. Her brother looked amazing, every muscle standing out and even more defined beneath the thick sheen of sweat covering his torso.

His eyes were electric, from the influence of the seed as well as the overpowering lust he was experiencing. Zoey's mouth was now open in a silent O as he was using her so hard she could no longer make any noise other than a pathetic wheezing sound.

He was fucking her breathless and senseless. If Mom wasn't holding her legs, she'd be flat on the bed, unable to move, just letting her brother have his way with her.

"Oh, oh, fuck!" Nate gasped and at this point Zoey felt more than a little relief he was getting close because her pussy was aching from the power of his manic fucking.

"Give it to me, Nate!" Mom released Zoey's legs and leaned over until her mouth was directly over Zoey's slit. "I want it!"

Nate whipped his cock out and buried it in his mother's mouth.

"Goddamn!" Nate exclaimed as his mother bobbed her head, sucking every drop from his erupting cock.

In this position, her breasts were pressing into Zoey's stomach and hers into Mom's. her mother's pussy was just over her face, and she lifted her head, plunging her tongue inside it.

Mom made a high pitched gurgling sound, but continued to suck, now jerking Nate off into her mouth.

"I...oh, stop!" Nate whimpered. "S...stop, please...there's no more!"

Mom eased him from her mouth and slid back up the bed until her face was directly over Zoey's. She smiled and pointed to her mouth.

Zoey obediently opened her mouth, and Mom leaned closer, parting her lips, and letting Nate's huge thick load pour into Zoey's mouth.

"Je-sus!" Nate wheezed. "That's so fucking dirty!"

Zoey giggled, then sat up as Mom laid back. Mom opened wide as she had, and Zoey passed her Nate's hot cum. She groaned as some of it slid down her chin and splattered onto Mom's.

Mom sat up and taking Zoey's face in her hands, kissed her. They parted their lips, passing Nate's cum back and forth, more of it spilling down onto their chests and tits.

"Forgive me, if I sit this kiss out." Nate joked, and it made Zoey laugh, sending a squirt of cum spilling down her chin to land on her breasts.

She swallowed what was left in her mouth and watched Mom do the same.

"Aw, you're all messy." Mom kissed her chin, slurping t cum from it. She lowered her head, and Zoey's heart raced as her mother proceeded to lick every drop of her son's come from her daughter's chest and tits.

She finished with the few drops that had slid down to her nipple and smacked her lips.

"That's so much sweeter and stickier than candy!" she laughed.

"Its not really sweet," Zoey pointed out. "Kind of salty and slimy," she shrugged. "Doesn't really taste good," she smiled. "But taking a load in the mouth is so fucking hot anyway."

"Your sister is a good girl, Nate." Mom kissed her fondly on the cheek.

"Did that just happen?" Nate shook his head as he sat with his hands on his knees, his exhausted cock, soft and dripping from being in Zoey's flooded cunt.

"It did, baby." Mom kissed him as she had Zoey.

"Holy fuck!" Nate shouted, pointing across the room.

On top of the bureau sat the Pump-Kin. It was silent, and dimly lit, which was why they hadn't noticed it, but one of its eyes was now closed in a wink.

"How the hell did he get up here?" Zoey asked.

"Mr. P can be where he wants to be as long as he's around his family, we're his seed come to fruition, a source of power to him. Just leave him be, he's an old perv who likes to watch and a softie who likes seeing his kids happy."

She slid up the bed, lying in the middle and patted the bed on either side of her.

Nate slid up on her right, and Zoey to her left. Mom put her arms out, and they stretched out on their sides, each of them sliding into her embrace, resting their heads on her shoulders, as she put her arms around them.

"That's what they call a win," Mom sighed. "All of us got something we needed from that."

"I was wondering if I could keep up with Zoe," Nate told her. "But two of you?"

"This was just once, honey." Mom kissed the top of his head. "You and your sister are going to be very happy together. This was my reward for my part in things, and you two will no longer think about something you felt you missed out on."

"But you shouldn't be alone." Zoey put her arm across her mother's waist and took Nate's hand. "We want you to be happy."

"I'm happy, baby girl. I truly am."

"You going to try and meet someone with this over?" Nate asked. "You can always say I'm your son in law, not son."

"Maybe, but once you've had family no one else can compare. Your father loved me and fucked me like no other man could." She winked at Nate. "Present company excluded.

"You're too young to never have any fun, Mom." Zoey insisted. "I don't think I have to ask Nate to know he'd be okay with more of this."

"That's sweet, Zoey, but the rest of your lives is for you. You're siblings, but now a young couple just starting out. Your hearts belong to each other."

"We love you too," Nate told her.

"It's a very different love." Mom explained. "The seed worked for the three of us because there is love, and you both once had a fantasy about me. But my love for you is as a parent, my lust for you was," she shrugged against them.

"Part a victory celebration, part one last hot night with family, me knowing you'd each desired me however briefly, and," she giggled, "A lot of Pumpkin schnapps and our good friend is a bad influence."

"I don't think you should never not have any fun." Nate looked meaningfully at Zoey.

"Nate's right. I get you don't want to get in the middle of us as a couple, but maybe sometimes we could play?"

"Honey, it's okay."

"Special occasions!" Nate said. "Our birthdays! That would be a great gift, no?"

"Then Christmas too," Zoey followed up. "And Thanksgiving," she giggled. "It is all about eating, and we have some sweet pies we could share."

"That's bad, honey." Mom winced.

"Valentines." Nate snapped his fingers. "No way can mom be alone on Valentines."

"What do you think, Mom? We can all play on special occasions. Nate and I have more than enough love to go around."

"That wasn't love we were passing around."

"Not an 80's song lyric." Nate said so seriously, Zoey laughed.

"The two of you are adorable," Mom hugged them close, and using her foot hooked the comforter she'd pushed to the end of the bed and pulled it up so Nate could reach it and pull it up over their waists. "It does feel good, the three of us naked together in bed."

"Holding you feels good too," Nate squeezed Zoey's hand. "Both of you."

"Such a sweet boy," Mom told him.

"What do you say?" Zoey pressed. "We can do this sometimes?"

"Well, let's put it this way," Mom looked at each of them in turn, a serious expression on her face.

"What way?" Nate now looked just as serious, and Zoey felt the same.

Mom broke into a smile. "I guess I know what I'm getting for Mother's Day from now on."

Chapter Seven

Miranda opened her eyes and released a contented sigh. Naked between her beautiful children, happy and satisfied. She took a deep breath and smiled. The room smelled of sex.

She had the taste of her son's cum in her mouth and the scent of her daughter on her face. Life was good. Miranda meant what she said, their love was theirs, she wasn't going to enter a polyamorous, and incestuous, love affair with them.

But their offer for some occasional fun was one she had agreed to so they would go to sleep. Humoring them just like when they were little, but she had a feeling she might 'let' it happen from time to time, after all, no mother wanted to disappoint their kids at Christmas.

A soft gurgling from her left caused her to look over at the Pump-Kin. It was glowing brighter and now that it had her attention it wobbled back and forth. Miranda gently eased her arms from beneath Zoey and Nate, then moved their arms from across her waist.

The two of them were out cold. A huge day for them, and for Nate the eye opening truth about their family. Miranda paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of Nates semi hard cock pressed to her thigh.

On the other side, Zoey had draped one long leg over hers, and Miranda felt her daughter's warm, pussy pushing against her. She slipped her leg from under her daughter's and carefully slid down the bed until she was no longer between them.

Miranda walked naked over to the Pump-Kin.

"What are you on about, old friend?" She affectionately stroked it.

It made a crackling sound and its smile grew wider. Miranda turned to look at the bed. "Yes, they are beautiful, aren't they? So perfect. John is smiling at all of us from wherever he is."

The Pump-Kin wobbled harder and would have fallen off the bureau had she not caught it.

"Easy, there, you don't want to end up like Humpty Dumpty." Miranda chided him.

She felt it tugging against her, wanting her to move towards the door.

"Okay, let's see what you want me to see."

Not bothering to dress, after all, her kids has seen everything she had, Miranda quietly slipped out of the room, gently pulling the door closed behind her while cradling the Pump-Kin under one arm.

He was hot, which meant he was up to something, and Miranda wondered what. Everything had gone as it was meant to, but she followed his lead as he tugged towards the end of the hall.

"Downstairs it is."

Cradling him against her breasts, she carried him downstairs and into the dining room. The candles which had guttered out, flared into life.

"Did you put them out?" she asked while placing him on the table next to the bottle of Schnapps and the glasses. It sputtered at her.

"You didn't want us to die in a fire? You're the best, Mr. P." It made a happy sound and spun in a circle.

"You like that nickname? It is catchy." Miranda sat down and put her hands out.

"Well, what's the big deal that you had me take you back down here?"

The Pump-Kin went into a serious of hisses and pops as it vibrated and spun in several fast circles.

"You seem awfully happy with yourself."

The top popped off, and a small plume of smoke rose from it.

"Another show?"

The smoke thickened and Miranda's eyes widened when an image formed in front of her. Mindy in bed with her father, her eyes wide and a terrified look on her face. Next to her, her father stood by the bed in his underwear while a woman who looked like an older version of Mindy pointed at him, screaming.

"With our daughter? Our daughter, you sick fucking bastard!?!"

He tried to say something, but looked as scared as Mindy, but the woman pointed to the door.

"Get out! Get out of this house and never come back! We're through and if you try to contest the divorce I'll tell everyone what you did!"

The scene changed, Nick, in a living room, naked, standing by a couch where Lisa sat with a cushion over her breasts. Nick had his hands up defensively as a man that bore a close resemblance to him bellowed.

"She's your fucking niece! My little girl!"

"Rich!" Nick exclaimed. "I...I don't know what..." his words were cut off when Rich stepped forward and hit him in the face, knocking him on the floor, while Lisa screamed "Daddy, don't!"

"What did you give us?" The two sisters, now out of the bed, their clothes back on, pointing down at their brother.

"N...nothing! You two came home and you just started sucking my..."

"Bullshit!' The girl on the left yelled at him. "There was something in that blunt wasn't there? You're disgusting Vince! I can't believe you date raped your sisters!"

"I didn't!' Vince remained on the bed, the sheet over his crotch. "I swear I..."

The door burst open and a man and woman, both in robes came in "What the hell is going on?"

"Vince!" The other sister pointed to him. "He made us have sex with him!"

A switch to the blonde woman, now in a robe and confronted by her husband while the two boys sat on the bed behind her, identical looks of fear and confusion on their faces.

"You're sleeping with our sons?" The man asked with an incredulous look on his face. "Is this why you always tell me you don't mind when I have to travel? You're molesting your own boys?"

The couple and their daughter, the daughter sitting on her bed, her head in her hands, sobbing while the parents argued.

"How could you do this to her?" The woman demanded.

"Me? You're the one that came home all fucked up and started this! Jesus, Kristin, you asked me if I ever wondered what our daughter's cunt tasted like!"

"Oh, my god!" The wife burst into tears, "Kelsea, baby, we're so sorry, we...."

"Stay away from me!' The girl yelled. "Both of you! I want to go live with Uncle Steve!"

More scenes of rage, blame and arguments flashed before Miranda's eyes, and she was glad the Pump-Kin was only showing these to her, Zoey and Nate wouldn't have wanted to know about this, especially Nate, who had such a sweet disposition.

The scenes slowed and she saw the sisters still in bed together, the covers pulled up to their necks as a man stood in the doorway.

"Mandy, have you seen your...oh, there you are." He cocked his head. "Why are you in your sister's bed?"

"We were watching horror movies, dad," Mandy answered. "We got sleepy so we just shut the TV off." She giggled. "Lily got scared and didn't want to go back to her room."

"Oh, okay, well, you protect your scaredy cat sister. Happy Halloween, girls."

"Happy Halloween, Daddy!" They chirped together.

When he left, Lily slumped back in the bed.

"That was close, I should probably go back to my room."

"No," Mandy rolled over so she was looking down at her. "You're not going anywhere."

"Oh, no?" Lily gave her a sly smile. "Why should I stay?"

Mandy smiled, "I'll give you two reasons."

She pulled the blanket down exposing her breasts.

"Those are two good reasons!' Lily sat up and put her arms around her, kissing her softly. "I love you, Mandy."

"I love you too," Lily." Mandy gave her an adorably shy smile. "I'm so happy you were my first."

"I'm even happier that I'm going to be your only," Lily whispered, then shoved her sister down onto the bed, and buried her face between her breasts as Mandy laughed delightedly.

"Aw, that's nice," Miranda felt her eyes misting up. "Those two beautiful little angels together."

The Pump-Kin wobbled happily as the smoke faded, gurgling away at her.

"Yes, it was a very good night, old friend." Miranda poured two shots of Schnapps. "Here's to family!"

Removing the top of the Pump-Kin, Miranda tapped the glasses to it, then poured one in while downing the other.

The Pump-Kin crackled away and Miranda put its top back on and laid her hand on it fondly.

"Happy Halloween to you too, Mr. P."

Author's Note. Well, that wasn't Charlie Brown's Great Pump-kin now was it? This was a cool piece to write, especially the early homage to Pet Sematary and creating the legend and lore of Mr. P. This is a contest entry so votes and comments are appreciated, as is your support of my work for the last 13 years. Hmm, 13 is a great number isn't it? Happy Halloween, and remember, scare responsibly. LC68