"Mmmph," Penny moaned as I kissed her deeply. "You're better than any bath bomb."
* * *
I wokeup wrapped around Penny. The room was freezing, but she was warm snuggled against me.
I kissed Penny awake, and she opened her eyes and shrieked slightly. "They're watching us," she whispered. One hundred lifeless doll eyes stared at us.
"I was going to suggest we go again," Penny said, "but this is a little too much Halloween even for me."
I kissed her. She still smelled faintly of pumpkin from the bath bomb.
"What time is it?"
"I have no idea."
"We're going to be late for work," she warned.
"I own the company," I said. "We can't be late."
I watched Penny dress slowly. I hadn't taken my time last night fucking her, and watching her shimmy on her panties made me aching and hard. Penny gasped when I kissed her neck, pressing my cock in between her legs. I teased her tits, rolling a nipple in my fingers as I put on a condom.
I slipped my fingers between her legs. She was still wet and slick from last night. She moaned and widened her stance, tilting her ass up slightly, begging me to fuck her.
I thrust into her and was rewarded with that little high-pitched pant. Her head tipped back as I fucked her. I needed her, and I grasped her hips as she rolled back against me. In the slickness of her pussy, I played around her clit, loving how she bucked against my hand. She came with a cry as I furiously rubbed her clit, the shivering in her pussy and the way it squeezed around my cock making me come with a curse.
I kissed her sloppily. "I feel like we need a nicer place to do this."
"I think the twins are selling the house soon, so who knows? You may get nostalgic for the dolls and spiderwebs," she said lightly.
After we dressed, I followed her downstairs, my hand on her lower back.
"I have cake for breakfast," she said. "I think the twins have granola. They said they also had dried crickets from Mexico."
"Crickets are a good source of protein," I remarked as Penny rummaged in the cupboards.
"If I find out you've been eating crickets, you will never kiss me again," she warned. "I’m eating cake," she said, taking a slice out. "I don't know what you're eating."
"Cake?" Archer said.
"What—why are you here?" I said to my brother as he came into the kitchen from the opposite door, arm in arm with Hazel.
"We brought sustenance," he said. "We even ordered you an iced coffee."
"How?"
"I told him to," Morticia said, coming in with Lilith.
I glared at my brother.
"We're working on Hunter and Meg's Halloween costumes," Lilith said.
"You're not the only one who can plot!" Archer said. "I'mgoing to be the one to put Meghan and Hunter back together!"
"That was my plan."
"The coffee and small snacks were your plan, and it would be fine except for the fact that it sucks. You can't be subtle. You need the big gesture. Hence the joint Halloween costumes," my older brother said.
"They're not going to go for that."
