"You're certainly hot enough," I said, running my thumb across the bare stripe of her waist.
"I think it's a little bit tight," she said, adjusting her tits in the crop top. I still hadn't had a chance to finish what I'd started. I was starting to have crazy dreams of dancing pumpkins and Penny in a skimpy witch’s outfit. I’d barely had any sleep the past few days.
"I'll just stay as is," I told her. "No need to go crazy."
"No, no, no. I knew you were going to say that, so I brought you a costume from Mimi's house," Penny said.
"Your foster grandmother? I don't really want to wear one of her old dresses," I replied.
"No, silly! Mimi collected things."
"What things?" I asked. "This isn't some weird fetish thing, is it?”
"No!" She stuck her tongue out at me. "She collected things like dolls and puppets and animatronic teddy bears. She also had costumes. She used to be big in the community theater." Penny handed me a bag. "Go try it on. It should fit. It was made for Olaf."
"Olaf?"
"One of her many beaux."
In the bag were a pair of white riding breeches, a black waistcoat with tails, some sort of shirt made out of flimsy fabric with too many ties to be useful, a cane, a top hat, and a pair of black patent-leather riding boots. I was hoping the costume wouldn't fit. But when I pulled it on, it fit me like a glove.
"It's a little snug," I said, coming out of the powder room. "I don't understand—is this like the headless horseman?"
"Sweet summer child! You're dressed up like Mr. Darcy," Penny said gleefully. "You look so good! All the school moms are going to fall over themselves."
I looked down. The white breeches left very little to the imagination.
"Don't worry," Penny said, pressing against me. "I'll make sure they don't sink their claws into you."
The doorbell rang.
"Stop running!" Hunter bellowed as my younger brothers stampeded to the door. Penny and I headed to the foyer. The majority of my little brothers were dressed up as some flavor of superhero, so we had Batman, Iron Man, and Captain America all battling to open the door first.
"I swear," I muttered, stomping after them in the heavy riding boots.
"There's a pony!" one of my little brothers shrieked. They were all wearing masks, and I couldn't tell them apart.
"Hi!" A petite young woman greeted me with a wave.
"Oh, you do actually have a horse with you," I said, looking down.
"He's a pony," she said.
The miniature horse neighed. He was small. Davy could have sat on him like I would on a normal horse.
"Look, he even has on a Halloween-themed hat," Penny said, patting the beige pony and adjusting his straw hat that was festooned with orange, red, and yellow flowers. "I love horses! He's precious."
"This is Baxter," the young woman said. "I'm Amy."
"Come on through."
"He's housebroken," she said as the horse politely stepped inside. "I take him with me into children's hospitals."
My brothers crowded around the pony.
"Leave him alone," I warned them.
"It's okay, you can pet him," Amy said cheerfully. "But first let's see where we should be set up."
