Touched in the Dark “Two sisters’ ghostlylust...

Touched in the Dark 

“Two sisters’ ghostly
lust story” by E.M. Beastly

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078KQZ5GZ

These night terrors had to stop, but Genie had no
idea how to make them. The only one who seemed to believe her that the house
was haunted and playing dirty tricks was her sister. Heather said she was
dealing with her own weird occurrences and would rather not emphasize what her
supernatural misgivings were made of. If they had any of the same elements as
her own, where the lights would go out and then some monstrous equine creature
would taunt her to touch its dick, then yes, Genie could understand why her
sister did not want to emphasize on her own events. Still, Heather was taking
this much better than she was, and that made her worried. To top it off, her
mother was no help. There was nothing she could say or do to convince her
mother that something was wrong. Whatever was going on in this house only
seemed to affect her and her sister.

“Lights don’t just turn themselves off,”
Genie mumbled to herself, “Unless it’s a goddamned power outage.”

She had got into the habit of carrying a flashlight
around with her. It was just a small pocket sized one. She took it out quickly
from underneath her pillow when her nightlights stopped working. Her
nightlights all had sensors that allowed them to turn on or off without needing
a switch. Genie hoped that would stop the supernatural force at work from being
unable to affect them. The ghost could just have unplugged them all, but it
chose to knock the power out instead.  

“Ok, stay calm.” she told herself as she
flicked the light several times to make sure it really was not working. She
went into the hallway and did the same with its switch just to make doubly
sure.

“This could be normal; just a regular old power
outage. Maybe a fuse has blown, or maybe a circuit breaker has been
tripped?” she continued to tell herself, hoping that one of her own
answers would suffice. Nonetheless, no matter the answer, it was dark, and that
thing lurked in the dark.

It always chose a time and place when she was most
alone. Right now, it was almost one in the morning. Everyone else in the house
was in bed asleep. If it had not been for the noises, she might be too. She might
have ignored the clomping and thudding noises in the hall as being her sister
going to the restroom. However, those noises made her realize that her
nightlights were off, and that is why she was now wearily investigating.

This creature in the dark had gotten bolder. She
tried to stay in the company of others, or even get out of the house as much as
possible during nighttime hours. Somehow, it would always find her when her
guard was down, and then the lights would go out with a click. She could then
hear it moving around her. It was such a large beast. It had started to nudge
her, even shoving her with what felt like its big long snout. It had not hurt
her yet, only scared her. She tried to find out what it was by researching
local history and cautiously talking to friends and peers. She learned this
house belonged to witches long ago. The house and its land had also been a
horse ranch where they captured and bred wild horses. With this former owner
courting the devil, the creature stalker her must surely be some kind of demon.
The history of the horses would explain its equine form of which she would sometimes
catch glimpses of when the shadows were just right. Yet, as soon as light
struck it, he would disappear as if he was never there.

She knew that she was going to run across him again
this night; and he was definably a he. This devil was insistent on reminding
her of what sex he was or about what desires he had. He was teasing her
inappropriately, making her touch his monstrous manhood. He would then whisper
in some horrible half-human voice on how he was going to make her one with him
and the others. He spoke how the time would soon be at hand, and when it did,
he would be at full power, and she would not be able to resist him. It tempted
her with promises that she would eventually not fear him, but would come to long
for and desire him. He would bring her pleasures not of this world.

He had been haunting her like this for a month. He only
haunted her in a confined or isolated room where he could turn off the lights. Now,
at this late hour, he had the whole house to use in spooking her. She was
surprised she had not yet seen him or had to chase him off with her protective
little light.

“Heather, Heather wake up.” she said while
violently shaking her sister awake. Heather was fast asleep, unperturbed by the
darkness or the noises that went bump in it.

It took her a whole five minutes to roust her sister;
even then, she was groggy and zombie-like. “Genie…what, what is
it?…What…what time is it?” She said drunk with sleep while squinting
her eyes hard against the harsh beam of the flashlight.

“The power is out Heather. Remember that thing I
told you I saw in the basement, the thing that haunts me in the dark? I know
it’s responsible. It’s got to be,” she explained. She expected her sister
to scoff at her remarks, even be angry with her for waking her over such a dumb
idea. Yet, Heather only sat there trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes while
attempting to put her thoughts together.

“Alright, alright, whatever, you’re afraid of
the dark. My big sister is afraid of the dark. Ya, you can stay in my room or
whatever. Just don’t wave that light around so I can sleep…Actually, I need
to pee now that you woke me.”
she said struggling with the words before stumbling out of her bed and onto her
feet. She dragged herself to her rooms light switch and tried to turn it on as
though she had forgotten what Genie just told her about the power.

“Oh right, the power is why you’re here,”
she said after clicking it on and off a few times in sleepy confusion. “I
guess I’m going to need your light so I can pee.”

Genie didn’t really care as long as she was near
someone. The creature only pestered her when she was alone. Things were fine
until they got to the hall bathroom where Heather asked if she could borrow the
flashlight while she did her deed.  

“Look, we’re sisters. It will be fine if I go in
with you regardless if you’re using the toilet.” Genie argued.

“You’re also my older sister, my now eighteen
year old sister, who shouldn’t be afraid of the dark.” Heather groaned in
protest.

“We’ve been over this. Please, you know just as
much as I that something is wrong with this house.”

“Yes, well it isn’t bothering me like it is you.
I think the ghost, or whatever, is just teasing. So can I go pee in peace? I
think that should be enough of a payment for you waking me and staying in my
room.” Heather said holding her hand out expecting her payment in kind.

Genie sighed in frustration over her sister’s lack of
understanding before replying, “Fine, let me go find another flashlight,
because I’m not going to stand in the dark while I wait for you.”

‘Ugh!“ Heather moaned impatiently, but she knew
the matter was settled. Genie was not going to give up her flashlight.

It took some time but they finally were able to fish
another one out of the hall closet. As her younger sister went about her
business, Genie waited nervously just outside the bathroom door, swinging her
flashlight like a sword to battle the shadows.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” She
whispered loudly through the door, but her sister had decided to ignore her
after her first response of, “I’ll be done when I’m done.” This left
Genie no choice but to continue defending herself from the shadows.

Standing in the dark, even with her sister so close,
caused her to jump at even the tiniest noise the old house dared to make. She
knew that the creature of shadow had to be watching her nearby. The hallway was
narrow; too narrow for a large equine anything to fit in. Nonetheless, Genie
was already experienced with him appearing in the most unusual of places. She
had seen the outline of his ghastly head appear in the darkness of her closet
once when she was searching for her robe. Because of that, she blocked access
to her closet with boxes and clutter, and keeps the clothes she regular wears
in her dresser drawers or elsewhere safe and in the light. She just knew
something like the closet incident was going to happen now.

She kept yelling at her sister to hurry. Her constant
pestering led to a noise to come from the farthest end of the hallway. It
sounded like she accidentally just woke her mother.

“Damn it,” she thought. She did not want to
do that. He mother was not at all disturbed by the house, and would not have
anything to do with her childish beliefs of monsters living in the shadows to
get her.

Still it would be nice to have the brief company
instead of being alone; even if it she was about to get scolded. She pointed
her flashlight down the hall hoping she was right, and hoping to hear her
mother yell at her for all the commotion she was making. It appeared her
mother’s door was cracked slightly open, which allowed a warm, welcoming halo
of flickering light into the hallway.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Genie sighed in
relief and went to flip the hallway light switch. However, when she tried it, no
lights came on. She paused, and wondered what those lights were that flickered
into the hallway. She also realized there were noises accompanying that light.
They were subtle noises. Little moans and groans that at first had such long
pauses between them that Genie had to strain her ear to make sure the last one was
not just her imagining things.

Whatever the case, it had peeked her curiosity. Before
she knew it she was peeking through the crack whispering, “Mother, you
ok?” in an obligatory manner. Yet, she whispered so cautiously and quietly
that not even a mouse would hear.

What she saw was nothing she would expect in a thousand
years. The lights flickered off at least a hundred or more candles placed on
everything ceremoniously. They dripped hot wax off the dressers and windowsill,
and it dribbled down the headboard and the nightstand. Only the bed and its
sheets were clean from the candles and the white wax. Instead, another white
substance that dribbled in white, thick gobs from a monstrous shaped and sized
cock was soiling it. The beast, for that is what he was, was a hoary thing
covered in black curly hair. It was not the same devil that haunted her, but a
devil nonetheless: A black goat with long curling horns whose cloven-hoofed
feet dug into the mattress as he stood over Genie’s mother. His legs spread
bowlegged to allow his black balls to swing freely between his legs. They were
huge, beastly testicles that throbbed almost with a life of their own. His
monstrous cock was a massive, heinous thing that pulsed all over with squiggly
veins. They pulsed to the rhythm of his orgasmic flow; shooting thick, steaming
ribbons of pearly white that waxed her mother’s bare breasts in much the same
way the candle wax smothered everything else in the her room.

When the final gobs strenuously pushed off the
devil’s monster dick to plop around her mother’s exposed pussy, the beast with
a black goat’s head then proceeded to lock his huge mouth around her mother’s
face. It was supposed to be some kind of kiss. To Genie’s horror, her mother
embraced the beast back with the same kind of compassion, even if the monster
was sucking, or swallowing most of her face in his bestial maw.

From there his mouth slowly moved down the rest of
her mother’s body. He smothered his face in his own filth as he nuzzled and
jostled his mother’s plump and round boobies. His white filth clung to the
course hairs of his face and beard in such quantities that when he lifted his
head to smile wickedly at her mother, it dripped back down upon her chest again
in the same thick gobs as it had come from his cock. It made quite the contrast
to his coal black body. Genie wondered how something so pearly white could come
from a body so black and damning. Again, the beast locked lips and tongue with
her mother’s face, letting her taste his milk in the transference of lust-filled
passion.

Genie watched in further horror as her mother went
limp in the clutches of this creature. The goat headed fiend took advantage of
this and began to defile her insides with his white seed. His nasty cock still
had enough ichor to lubricate his massive member as it peeled its way insider
her mother. Her mother’s legs kicked and squirmed as she tried to make either screams
or moans; Genie could not tell. The beast’s jizz coated mouth quieted her
enough that even at the doorway Genie could barely hear her mother squeal. The
beast began the motions of copulation, hitting her mother hard in the womb.
Genie could not see much of him penetrating her, the angle was wrong, and the
candlelight lighting did not help. She was left imagining that monstrous thing
pounding inside her mother, and it was a terrible thing to imagine.

The black beast thrust his hips harder and faster, lifting
his ass high before bringing it down like a hammer. The bed shook, the house
shook, hell, Genie could feel the vibration even where she stood. Then with a
final powerful thrust, the beast stopped and her mother squirmed no more.

The beast pulled loose, his cock bubbling again with
white ichor. As he did this, he also looked in Genie’s direction as though he
knew she was there. He sat there with a terrible grin that only a devil could
make. When he began to laugh, Genie reeled backwards into the dark hallway. She
had to get out of here, that was her only thought, and she ran down the hallway
and down the stairs.