Haunted (3 page)

In the offices of Argo Media, Harlan Calloway, the last remaining member of a once-proud family, stared out the window of the penthouse office. The President of Argo stood next to the Governor, and waited for him to make a decision.

“So, then, we have an accord?” said the Governor, as he stuck out his hand to shake.

The CEO of Loundstrad Timber Holdings was still for a moment.

He did not rise from the patent-leather wingback chair. Instead, he merely glared at the offending limb, as if it were diseased.

“Mr. Calloway doesn’t shake, Sir. You remember that?” whispered an aide to the Governor. The man looked embarrassed to have had to correct his superior.

The Governor slowly lowered his arm to his side, then stuck his unwanted hand into an expensive, silk-lined pants pocket. He felt the key to the safety deposit box there and jostled it momentarily.

“Good day, Mr. Calloway,” said the Governor.

“Governor Snow,” said Calloway, as the man turned to leave.

“Yes?” he paused. He was almost to the door, and wished to be done with this nasty business.

“We have an accord. Don’t forget the rules,” said Calloway.

The Governor frowned, briefly, then went through the door, followed by his nervous assistant.

Calloway watched as both men went out of his office.

“The land will be ours,” he said to the other men in the room.

“It is done.”

Calloway glared at a computer monitor, and the other men rose and left quietly, careful not to disturb their leader.

KIM

There he is. There he is. There he is…

For FUCK’S SAKE, girl!

Get a grip!

Holy shit, he’s even hotter than I remember.

And I can smell his scent from here.

Shit…get it together, Kim!

Everyone is going to see your eyes and know you’ve still got it for him!

Take a deep breath…hold it… let it out… count down from ten!

Ten…

Just breath, let it out…

Nine, eight, seven…

Crap, he’s seen me!

Seven, no, wait, six!

Five!

OH MY GOD! That smile!

F-f-f-four… three…

“Kim Wilder. It’s great to see you again!”

He’s hugging me???

Don’t faint…breathe!

BREATHE GIRL!

I can feel his strong muscled arms as they encircle me, in a friendly, brotherly (STEP-brotherly!) bear hug.

I can’t breathe anymore.

And, it’s not because he’s crushing the wind out of my lungs.

He’s a God.

A genuine, perfect man-God.

Hercules, Apollo, and Poseidon all rolled into one.

He’s grinning at me now, the genuine mirth and joy at seeing me after all these years twinkling in his bright blue eyes.

And that hair!

Even cut short, you can see the golden sheen it has.

His muscles are chiseled like one of Michelangelo’s models’ must have been. It’s no wonder the man was gay!

To be wrapped in them, to be held so tight…

Steady, girl! You’re losing it… Gotta be professional here!

Smile back, act surprised! Say something!

ANYTHING!!!

I hear my voice, from a thousand miles away…

“Excuse me, I need to use the ladies room!”

*****

For the love of GAWD, Kim!

You’ve soaked through your panties!

AGAIN!

I’ve got to get myself straightened out and get a real hold of myself.

You, there! In the mirror!

FUCKING FLY STRAIGHT, DUMMY!

He’s just a man!

And, your STEP brother!

Knock off the foolishness, and get to work!

ALL BUSINESS ALL THE TIME!

Oh, my God, I’ve missed him so much.

My eyes are shiny with easy tears, but the woman in the mirror makes me wipe them clear and smile.

Go time…

BRIAN

Well.

That was strange.

Kim just freaked out or something?

Hmmm.

Maybe she had too much coffee, I guess.

It happens.

Happened to me the other day, but luckily I was outside next to a giant redwood.

I gladly donated some water to help it grow, but it probably didn’t need my help to begin with.

That’s another part of this job I really love. I get to go outdoors more than a little. I love getting out from the cramped office.

Even if it’s just the drive to the next haunted house or pet cemetery, or whatever creepy thing we’re covering this week.

OK, here she comes. I guess I won’t hug her this time.

Be nice; pretend you’re a gentleman. Hold her … chair… for her.

Nice seat. Nice legs. Nice everything.

OK, boy, settle down.

Show some self-control here.

There’s a lot riding on this…

Oh, so, Mr. Peet?

You think that’s funny, eh?

Traitor.

*****

I replay the meeting in my mind:

The Governor sent one of his fuckboys to hold our hands while we went through the motions of pretending that this is a real ‘documentary.' The appropriate papers got signed. Those contracts are tighter than the sphincter of a constipated monkey.

Mr. Adams and Ms. Adair from Argo high-fived each other, once the deal was done.

I’ll just bet he’s gonna put it in her ass as soon as they can get a room.

Or maybe she’ll put it in his… who knows with these people?

The team from Loundstrad sure look grim, but that’s probably just because they are tired of hearing “TIM-BER!” every time they walk into a meeting.

It’s too funny of a joke to pass up, though.

I laugh every time someone yells it at them!

They’ve got a sweet deal, far as I could tell.

The State is wanting to build a park on the Indian grounds. Loundstrad wants timber rights to a 50,000-acre parcel behind them.

According to them, the -only- way to the timber is to bulldoze the old campgrounds, relocate the park about a half-mile east, and make a road that goes right through the burial grounds.

The timber guys swear they are going to relocate the sacred remains to another just-as-sacred and approved area about twelve miles North.

The locals are upset because the new burial ground was for their historical rivals, the Mohenga tribe. They feel it's sacrilege that their own will have to share eternity with those losers.

Oh yeah. The Mohenga tribe lost.

They were killed down to the last member, 120 years ago, by their enemies.

Not that it matters.

Word on the street is that the timber company is going to make a show of things, but there’s a convenient river nearby.

Those remains will never cross to the other side. The ancient ones will sleep with the fishes.

Some part of me thinks I should give a shit, but those people are all dead, and their problems are over, right?

What I care about is that I am going to be banging Candice in Cabo in a week.

*****

The timber guy, Barry, is a grad-A asshole.

I hate him.

And, he hates me, so we’re all good.

He keeps telling everyone all this rose-colored bullshit, which is completely not in the contract. Like how they are going to make everything right with the People, and make sure we get ‘extra’ footage for PSA’s and crap.

What a tool… if it’s not explicitly spelled out, it is not getting done.

That’s what MY contracts say.

And, of course, Kim, my dearest stepsister is almost on his side.

Even she can tell he’s a douche.

But, she’s been giving old Barry her professional smile, and acting all flirty with him, laughing at his lame-ass jokes.

Hmmm.

Do I sense a bit of jealousy, there, Brian old bean?

I can’t imagine why.

She’s hot, she’s smart, but she’s still my step. And, that ship sailed a long, long time ago, didn’t it?

*****

“Mr. Adams, that doesn’t seem to fit the agenda we are aiming to achieve in this meeting,” said Kim.

I watch as she takes numb nuts apart, smiling the whole time.

“My understanding is that the State Park will allow the remains to …uh… remain… undisturbed, and that Loundstrad can use an alternate route to obtain the lumber?” she asked.

Her lips are all pouty, and I just want to have a lipstick print of her mouth on my cock.

Whoops!

Mr. Peet heard that!

I’d better get more into the groove, here. And not THAT groove!

That way lies madness.

What’s she saying now?

“What do you mean, who cares? Are you serious?” she practically yells at Barry.

Uh oh!

She’s getting serious.

I’d better take her outside to ‘splain things…

“Um, Kim? Emergency conference!”, I say.

She looks at me, her eyes on fire.

“Now!”

*****

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, as we are walking away.

“Do you even hear that…that… ASS? His company doesn’t give two shits about the burial ground, Brian!” she replies.

I love it when Kim is passionate, like this. She’d always been like that, even as a kid.

I’m standing close to her because we are still just within hearing range of the others. I grab her gently but firmly around her slim upper arm. I can feel she has a nice bicep under her jacket sleeve.

She starts a little when I put my hand on her, but she allows me to guide her away to a convenient stairway.

We walk briskly down two flights and then stop.

I notice that there are no security cameras here, for some reason.

It’s my professional nature taking over.

I’m always looking out through a camera viewfinder, and my mind’s eye searches all the odd angles. So, I’m pretty decent at detecting where a surveillance camera might be placed.

I take a closer look while Kim stops and turns angrily on me.

Nope. No cameras…

Good.

She’s still got that fire in her beautiful green eyes, and her hair is falling loosely across her nose.

She puffs some air out of her mouth, and the hair whiffs out away from that cute nose.

She moves in close, and I am not sure if it’s because she’s pissed or something else.

Her lips part.

I can see even white teeth, perfectly lined up. Her lips glisten with a bit of slick moisture. I can’t tell if it’s her lip gloss or…

I can smell her sweet breath.

She’s so close.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m on her.

My tongue forces its way past her trembling lower lip and slides into her mouth.

She gasps, but drops her tablet and clutches at me as though she were drowning.

Her eyes well with ready tears, and she returns my passion, forcing me to grind and hold her to me.

My arms fold around her, bringing her lush and ripe body to me.

It feels like home.

*****

KIM

Brian grabs me by the arm, and I feel a shock of something running through my body.

The jolt brings me up short, as we rise and exit the meeting room.

I can’t hear him. My ears are ringing with bells, all of a sudden.

I follow along beside him, a helpless balloon being towed by a rambunctious child. I feel giddy and eager and oh so hot and wet…

He opens the stairway door, and gently grabs my arm, and I tense.

I feel my pussy clench, involuntarily. It’s instantly soaked.

My arm muscle flips and jerks at his touch. It’s like it has taken on a life of its own, wanting to meld with his fingers and become one flesh.

We descend two floors, and he stops, scanning around the stairwell, peering into the corners and up to the ceiling.

Suddenly, Brian’s face is nearly touching mine.

I lose my ability to resist.

He moves in, and my mouth opens of its own accord. His lips brush mine, and my sense of self disappears.

The next thing I can feel is his tongue moving in my mouth, the sweet hot breath from him mingling with my own rapid, short gasps.

My hips push out, and I grab him like he’s the only solid anchor in all of reality.

I grind on him, my pussy and the slacks I am wearing folding along the hardness of his cock.

It’s unreal, impossible.

I’ve never felt this way in my life. Even in my wildest masturbatory dreams, it’s never been this fantastic.

I moan, my sound vanishing down his throat.

The stubble on his chin rakes along my neck, and I push against him, squeezing into the nook and cranny where my head rests perfectly in the space on his shoulder.

Brian is ramming me with his dick, through his jeans. I can’t help but feel that huge thing.

I want it inside of me.

In my mouth; in my pussy.

Maybe even in other places… I can’t tell, but I feel out of control, set adrift and only Brian’s cock can anchor me.

I groan and push away from him, my eyes full of awe, and fear of being caught with him.

I groan out his name and tell him we must stop.

His eyes flare with heat and need.

He wants me.

I can see it, feel it. Live it.

I would love it.

I want him, too.

I want him in my life, again.

To be with him, every day, like before.

I want him back.

But, it’s impossible.

There’s no way.

I let out a stifled sob, and run down the stairs, then out to my car.

When I get there, I just get in and drive away.

There’s no point in fooling myself.

I can’t go through with this!

It won’t work!

I can’t be with the man I will never have.

*****

BRIAN

Kim feels like another layer of my skin, but one that holds all the buttons that push the pleasure centers of my brain. There’s a direct connection straight to my cortex, and the base of my rock-hard dick.

Mr. Peet is on the hunt, for sure.

I grab Kim and swallow her.

She returns the favor, and I move my hands to her ass as she grinds hard on me. I can see her pants suit getting dark where her slit should be. I can smell her sweet perfume, a heady, musky tangy flavor that I can’t wait to taste.

I bend my head to the task, drinking her in, taking her fully close to my chest. I’m heaving with excitement.

Kim’s nipples seem about to burst straight through the fabric of her sheer blouse, and out the jacket, she’s wearing. They bore tight little dimples into my chest muscles, and she’s gasping like she’s about to come.

Suddenly, she groans and makes this weird noise in her throat.

It sounds like “No!” but it’s so tortured and pained that I don’t even recognize it as a human sound.

The next thing I know, she’s gone.

Like a deer in the woods, Kim has run away and down into the dark.

As I stand there, trying to figure out what to do next, I am torn.

I want to run after her.

But, business calls, and I hesitate one fatal second too long.

Then I hear a car motor start, and the squeal of tires from the garage and my choice has been made for me.

That’s something that rarely occurs.

Still tasting Kim, I walk back upstairs, ready to rip Barry a new one.

When we finish for the day, I make certain that he’s grown a new orifice.

*****

KIM

I’m fucked.

Well and truly.

Fucked.

And, I can’t dare show my face again.

I’m ashamed of what happened, and yet exhilarated at the same time.

Oh, I think I could face down any stares from the other people who were in that meeting with us.

But, I don’t know how I would react to Brian.

Even now, my hand is busy, stroking my clit, making me come and scream his name into my tear-soaked pillow.

I want to die.

I want to have him stuff me full of that huge, stiff cock.

So close, my pussy aching to enfold him, to absorb his semen into me.