Motel Halloween

Mom's breath is taken away. She hugs me hard.

Mom asks me by whispering in my ear, "Did you make me a pizza code?"

I whisper back, "Delta, delta, delta, pi. Have fun mom."

Mom grabs dad and they run off for a pizza.

Amanda comes back, "What was that about?"

I smile, "Mom's getting a pizza."

Amanda deadpans, "So."

I smile at her, "She has her own code."

Amanda's smile slowly grows larger, "What did you do?"

I take Amanda's hand and pull her to a corner of the dining area. I can see my parents ordering a pizza. They have fifteen minutes. Dad walks over to the bar and orders two cold beers. Sweat rolls down the side of the cups due to the cold beverages. Those sure are good with a nice thin crispy crust pizza. We use a thick sauce and precook the meat so there is very little grease on our pizzas.

The initial fun of the pizzas has worn off. Nobody has ordered one for a while. That's great because mom's will be better with nobody else going off. Mom's number is called, she grabs the pizza and rushes to dad's table. She sets down the pizza, rips open the paper bag that covers it, and then says the magic words.

Mom loves cats. Big ones, small ones, kittens, and elderly. She has two cats in the house and about a dozen feral cats that stop by for a free meal. She's also a hopeless romantic. Her pizza starts off small with pairs of cats walking on the pizza and leaning up to its mate. The tails intertwine while heads rub against bodies. Toys are introduced and the cats play with the toys playfully while the mate stalks the opposite cat only to pounce and play together.

Then it expands and there are small, thin, gondolas with cats as passengers and as drivers. The aisles are full of water that the boats wind around. Then the stars come out and everyone looks up and says, "Oooooo." Yup, that was pretty cool. At the end there is a large sign that says, "Love you mom!" That got a standing ovation by a few people.

Mom looked around for me and then shot out of her chair to kiss and hug me. Safe to say, she quite liked the show. Dad was quite amused with everything. Amanda discreetly gave me a hug and a kiss as well. That seemed ill-timed, and I hope we got away with that.

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The party went on until midnight. For friends, it went until 1:00. For family, it went until 2:00. Nobody had the energy to start cleaning up. We all went to bed. Each set of parents was outside in a motel room. Tonight, Kate took the room across the hall and Jenna took the one next to us. I had no clue this was happening. Somehow this was all worked out ahead of time without my input.

I'm exhausted yet happy because everything worked out so well. Taking off the Police uniform is straightforward. I look at it and vow to get something better next year, it's Halloween enough. Amanda takes more effort. She has lots of makeup and several layers of clothing. She didn't want to do slutty in front of our parents. She takes her bag into the washroom as I undress and then get into bed.

I fell straight to sleep. I wake up as Amanda gets into bed. She crawled right over me. It wasn't hard to notice that she was naked. She made sure a breast smacked my face as she crawled past me. I grab her as she fails to get past me which I believe is her intention. She is on top of me as her lips match mine and we meet in a lover's kiss for the first time ever.

Her hands grab my shoulders to keep her on top of me and prevent me from running off. Why would I want to do that? Doesn't she know I love her? Oh my, she doesn't know. The lights are off, so I can't see her face well. There is just a trace of sunlight in the room. I can see her form sitting on my stomach with her naked pussy up against my cock.

Amanda slides her pussy up and down my cock slowly. Having my cock against her bare pussy is bringing me closer to my orgasm. I would love for her to slip me into her, but I understand her not wanting that to happen. That would probably be a terrible thing. Yes, this is as close as we should get.

Amanda reaches down and kisses my nose. She giggles and slides her mouth to my mouth where we share a perfect kiss. This is one of those kisses where fireworks go off in your head, you heat up, and get horny as hell. Amanda presses harder, softer, and then twists a bit before her tongue slides in, out, and then in again before exploring my mouth.

I feel as much as I hear the moans that escape from Amanda's mouth. She is in full lust mode. I'm quickly reaching my release when the most incredible feeling in the world possesses my cock. Amanda rode up too far and dropped down right on my cock. Damn, that felt good. I can't be in her; this is bad.

I can't pull out and Amanda isn't trying. She sped up! Unlike her friends, she uses a dildo or has had more men in her life. She slipped me in easy enough.

Amanda moans, "Oh. Sooooo much better than a toy. Yes, this is gooooood. Oh, Charlie! I love you so much."

Ok, that answers my question. Just like her friends, she's had her sights on me. Part of me feels relieved because now we can have a relationship. Part of me feels bad because this will make life much harder. What will our parents think? I wish I knew what she was thinking. I wish we had discussed this beforehand. Shit, I wish I had more time. I just CAME IN MY SISTER! What the fuck did I just do?

Amanda screams out in joy! Her pussy clamps down on me. OH MY! This is incredible. I thrust and shoot cum into my sister. Thrust and fire over and over. Damn. I needed that. It's not like there is a possibility of being someone else. Nope, no doubt that it's her. I want to feel bad, but I don't. Nope. I'm high from my surprise orgasm and the exquisite feeling of my sister's pussy. I'm addicted after just a few minutes.

I'm still hard, but Amanda is exhausted. I wrap my arms around her, and we roll over. She giggles at my action but doesn't fight me.

Amanda says in a soft voice, "Please. One more time. I've waited so long. That wasn't enough. I need more."

My hands find their way just outside of her shoulders. I raise my ass, placing myself in a great position to fuck my sister. I let that sink in, fuck my sister. Did I ever think this would happen? Not a chance in hell. Will I enjoy this? Absolutely.

I use my fingertips to trace her body, making sure I knew where everything is. With so little light, I really can't see well. My fingers trace her face, and neck before I move down to her breasts. I run circles around the breasts, gradually closing in on the nipples. I surprise her by kissing and sucking on her nipples. That earned me a moan with each sucked nipple.

After alternating long enough to make her orgasm again, my fingers trail down to her soggy pussy leaking my cum. Dang. That stuff is sticky. I insert three fingers and spread them wide, which earns me a nice long moan of satisfaction. That's a beautiful sound to my ear.

My fingers slow down and stop after her orgasm. It takes a few minutes before she shifts in bed, telling me she is ready for more. I know a hint when I see it. My cock is as hard as it's ever been. As I push my way into Amanda, I sense her folds give way as I plunge into the most pleasurable place on earth. Nothing feels better than slipping into my sister. Nothing.

I am lost in the special feeling my whole body is experiencing. It's like a drug coursing through my system that makes me feel terrific. I can't help but thrust in, pull out, and thrust back in. The feeling is magic, it's perfect, and it can't end. I want to do this forever.

Amanda is mewing sweet sounds that feed my enjoyment. My moans provide her enjoyment so that we have runaway emotions. We're feeding each other in a way that transcends emotions and verbal communications. Then it's ruined. I have orgasmed. Correction, we both orgasmed. I'm breathing hard as I thrust into my sister.

I feel fantastic for the feat I'm enjoying but also sad that we lost that perfect climax of love and that perfect moment in time. No way that could last long. Hell, I have no idea how long it did last. It was amazing. My body is worn out. I used up everything I had to give Amanda all my love for her. She matched me every step of the way, and we shared something that maybe nobody else has ever reached together.

Together, we fell asleep in each other's arms with me still impaled into Amanda's pussy. A perfect way to fall asleep.

Chapter 9 - The weekend

Falling asleep with my cock inside a woman may be a wonderful way to fall asleep. It's not a great way to wake up with your parents opening your bedroom door.

Mom screams which causes Amanda to scream.

Dad follows up with, "Is that your cum leaking from your sister?"

As I stand up to put clothes on, my dad hits me in the face, knocking me out. I am a black belt martial artist and I never saw the blow coming. There is an easy dozen ways to stop a blow to the face. The key is you must see it first. It was instant lights out.

I never heard my sister scream. I never felt my body hitting the bed and then falling out of bed. I never felt my dad kick me. I never saw my sister stand over my body to protect me. I never saw my mother pull Amanda into the shower, wash her, and then drag Amanda and her suitcase out to the car.

Kate and Jenna admit to fucking me. All six parents and three daughters quickly leave the motel in a huff. Stan made the mistake of coming in as they were heading out, and my dad punched him as well. Everyone screamed at dad for that. All three cars are gone in a minute in a cloud of dust.

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Stan has a black eye as he shakes me, to wake me up. I slowly ease out of the fog to see a sheet thrown over me. My shoulder and face hurt. I don't remember what happened.

Stan offers, "Your parents were PISSED. Your dad slugged me. Amanda was forcibly removed while Kate and Jenna were pushed by angry parents. I guess they found out you fucked them. All their luggage was taken with them, and they left in a cloud of dust. I'm sorry man. It looks like your dad belted you as well."

I add, "Yeah, and it seems he kicked my shoulder as well."

I grab my phone and text Amanda. I'm blocked. I text mom. I'm blocked. I take a shower and try again. Now my phone is dead. I no longer have a service plan. Scorched earth policy. I no longer exist in the family.

I'm still sitting in my bed. I'm clean, dressed, and in shock. Stan comes into my room, can see my shocked expression, and offers his hand. I take it, and he guides me out to the kitchen. For the first time in his life, Stan cooks. I get black bacon and crusty eggs. It's the thought that counts. Sandy is late to come in.

Stan has me and the rest of the crew clean up, put away the Halloween decorations, and put out the Thanksgiving decorations. It's a long, hard day. At lunchtime, he took me out for lunch and to a mobile phone store. I needed a new phone. So much for the cheap family plan. The entire day, I am in a funk. I'm sad, slower, and nothing humors me. Everyone gives me lots of room. Nobody wants to be near me.

The entire day, I am near tears. I can't believe what my family did and how I've just lost everyone that I care about after the best day of my life. It's late. It's too much, I go to bed. I can't sleep until about 3:00 when exhaustion takes over.

Today, the motel is open. The dining room is available, and there is a line to get pizzas. Word spread quickly. The local TV station is there. They want to interview me. I push Stan at them. I want to hide from the world, not be in front of the camera. He activated the Superheroes, and the reporters went wild. That alone will guarantee Stan will do well. That's good because I can't stay here any longer. I need to go somewhere.

Stand agreed with me, but he knew where I was going. He reminded me of my Disney contract, I had to go. I didn't have the same positive attitude I had before, but at least it's not here. I might as well go.

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I was one of twenty-four new employees. We all arrived within a few hours and then took the same bus back to the headquarters. We spent the afternoon getting ID badges, setting up passwords, and arranging for apartments, but we never got a computer or office.

The next four days are orientation and taking our compliance training. We then follow that up with three months of working in the park with three-week stints in various positions from bell boy, information desk, running a ride, waiting tables, clean up, and maintenance for me. The others got several other jobs and several in common.

That meant that for those three months, we didn't get too comfortable, as the people kept changing. We never got close to anyone or got to know them too well. I thought it was odd that I'm being paid big money and I'm playing waiter for three weeks. It's their way, and they are wildly successful, so whatever.

For me, this was perfect. I didn't want to date or talk about my family.

Finally, I'm told to report to a building the following Monday morning, and I will meet my boss.

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I have now purchased a house near the ocean with a beautiful view and a car. The house was expensive, and the vehicle was a low-mileage Lincoln Towncar. I love those old cars. I pull up to a beautiful glass building and am routed to the sixth-floor conference room. It's got a gorgeous view of the area. Soon, my two old buddies, a woman our age and then an older man, Ben, who is our boss, show up. He already looks mad at us. Swell.

In a no-nonsense voice, Ben explains, "In an hour, a bunch of people are coming here to find out what you all do. I got stuck with you because you don't fit in anywhere else. What is it that you do? Why are you here?"

Mike starts out, "I use optics to capture POV and distances. George makes that 3D and places the objects that Charlie makes in an environment."

Ben, Tiffany (the woman in the room) and I stare at Mike.

With a bitter tone, Mike spits out, "Spoken like a true engineer. I didn't understand a damn thing you said. Want to try again Einstein?"

I make a "Time Out" sign and then offer, "What Mike said is that he uses tiny cameras, like from a cell phone, to scan a room. George takes that data and determines where the humans are. Based on that information and our programming, I produce a computer-generated image interacting with the users. They might be condition responses like keywords or actions like winking an eye.

"Just this weekend, a friend of mine used our technology in his motel. We pulled Halloween pranks on people. They walk into a room and out of the corner of their eyes, a ball rolls across the floor. As soon as they turn their heads, it goes away. You may hear about their pizzas. I had one that shot off fireworks that exploded throughout the entire room using projected images."

Ben looks hard at Mike, "That, I can understand. OK, listen up boys. You are a group. You decide who the boss is. I want regular updates on all projects. Tiffany is the secretary and project manager for your little band of brothers."

I love that name.

He continues, "You don't rate a full secretary or Project Manager yet, so Tiffany will do it all until you expand. I expect success and results, or I will drop you faster than a radioactive rod. No playing. No goofing around. Results. OK?"

Mike and George say, "Yes."

I reply, "No."

Ben is mad, "This isn't rocket science kid. You have a job to do, and I expect you to do it."

Time to teach this asshole a lesson, "To do it, there will be fun and games." I don't let him talk over me. "Stop! Let me explain." I sigh. "Part of what makes me good is having fun and using humor. The whole idea of Disney is to entertain people, right?"

He nods his head yes. "I could make an emotionless face that answers questions. However, what if a child asks the question? I might cross my eyes, do a back flip, shoot my eyes out, and stick my tongue out. A woman might get a tall rabbit that kisses up the woman's arms. A man might be surrounded by a black tube, and the information is handed out like he was a spy.

"I can do all kinds of things. Sometimes, it's not what I say as much as HOW I say it that makes for a cool experience. In the Haunted House, I might have conversations with people or mirror people. There are all kinds of cool things we can do. With help, our stuff speaks hundreds of languages."

Both Ben and Tiffany have a new respect for us.

Ben says to Tiffany, "Let's get some beverages for the room. You three, find a manager before I get back."

As soon as the door closes, Matt laughs his ass off. George and I laugh at him.

Matt smiles and fills us in, "I don't want to be the boss. After my explanation, there is no way he accepts me. You two fight it out."

I offer, "I don't care. You decide George."

A sad George asks, "Charlie? What happened? You don't seem like yourself. Did something happen? Lose a girlfriend?"

Yikes, that hit way too close to home.

I am short with him, "I don't want to talk about it."

Ben and Tiffany walk in. Ben has a carafe and accessories. Tiffany has several sodas and some juices. There are too many and she's unsteady. I quickly jump up to help her before we get a soda shower.

Ben asks, "So, who gets the extra work, long hours, and me yelling at them?"

Together, Mike and George say, "Charlie."

Ben smiles and Tiffany watches the dynamics closely. Tiffany caught that Ben seems happy to see Charlie take charge.

Soon a good dozen people stuff the small room to listen to me explain what we did in college, at the Motel, and some thoughts for Disney. It's well after lunch by the time I finish explaining what we did, and George explains how he did it.

Trace Stromberg announces himself as the CIO which is the head of all technology.

Trace says, "Starting immediately, you're under me and report directly to me. You will have to learn our systems and adapt to them. We don't have redundant software here. We have 3D modeling software, and you will learn to use our designated vendor. This isn't to set you back. This allows me to add people to your team if needed for special projects. If you are custom, I can't move assets as the need arises.

"Tiffany, you will work with Tim Mannes, the Technology Project Manager. You work for Charlie, but you report to Tim. You too with be assigned as our needs ebb and flow. My team. You heard what they can do. Your job is to come up with uses for this technology in all facets of our facility. I was listening to Ben's interview. Charlie, you are spot on. We deal in Entertainment. This needs to be helpful and provide entertainment. It needs to be cool, and fun.

"Charlie and George, your systems will have our software and training software and learn how to use it. When you're ready, I will have experts stop by to help your learning curve, so we don't waste much time. Ben, I'm sorry. When I heard about this, I wanted it bad. After hearing them explain what they do, I'm positive this is right. No hard feelings buddy. We're done here. Thank you, everyone. Charlie's team, stay."

After everyone leaves, Trace starts up again, "I need each of you to replicate yourselves. We are going to have way more needs than you have hours in a day. Matt, hire a person you want to work with. George, hire two people to fill out your staff. Charlie, you get four more artists, a comedy writer, and I will give you access to our voice actors. Tiffany, I want you to start researching companies that will translate and speak the parts in Japanese, Chinese, Korean, French, German, Russian, Spanish, England English, Scotland English, South English, New York English, Jersey English, and California English to start with. I want to add as many others as we can as soon as we can.

"I will add a PA, secretary, and PM to you, Charlie, when you need it. OK, the top floor hasn't been assigned to anyone yet. For you, your group gets the whole floor. Use it for testing your hardware, software, and anything else you dream up. I get the feeling that soon, you might outgrow that space, but for now, it's all yours. Go home, tomorrow starts the first day of your real life. Oh, any questions?"