Which Witch

Story by cuteycindyhoney

This is a Halloween story. Witches, sex, gang-bangs, and magic, but no futanari!

Which Witch

by Honey Moon

Copyright© 2021 by Honey Moon

You always hear the stories. Twins were supposed to be the closest of friends throughout their entire lives. Well, you couldn’t always believe the stories. Betty was such an annoyance!

Barbra shook her head in disbelief. It was 1965, and Betty still refused to ever wear what she always called trousers. She crinkled her nose in distaste at the word, as if it was spelled with only four vulgar letters.

Even mom sometimes wore Capri’s because of Laura Petrie! Betty just smiled and stayed with her skirts and dresses. It was ridiculous. Barbra had nothing against skirts and dresses. She had plenty, only none that she couldn’t be seen leaving the house in if she didn’t want a lecture from daddy on how no nice girl wore skirts that high above the knee!

Even her Capri pants caused trouble. Mother insisted they were not supposed to be so snug across the behind! Barbra loved the attention they drew as she swung her hips while walking the hallowed halls of Community U. Especially on days she felt daring enough to, well, not have a panty line. Guys practically drooled when she swung her hips while there was nothing but her under her clothes.

Nineteen year old Barbra Buckle loved being a five foot two, eyes of blue, blonde. That, combined with 38D breasts, had every guy she met eating out of her hand. She wondered why Betty didn’t enjoy it as much. I mean really! The girl didn’t even date! When not in class or a lecture, she spent her free time at the library for goodness sake! When not there, the egghead insisted on doing volunteer work for old lady Garlic in her ramshackle off campus used book store.

Still, Barbra thought she should be a little flattered. In what had actually been an attempt to shock mom and daddy, and differentiate herself from her twin once and for all, she had cut her hair daringly short. It had backfired spectacularly! Mom and Betty loved it. Daddy even muttered something about it being cute. High praise from him! Within a week, Betty got a Pageboy of her own. It was right back to square one. As in the Patty Duke Show, the only way people seemed to be able tell them apart was because of their clothes.

Clothes? Clothes! A hand creeping up along her inner thigh drew her back to the here and now of the terrible movie she had been watching. Why had she ever let Conrad Kent talk her into seeing “The Eye Creatures”, anyway? She had wanted to see Mirage! She would never admit it out loud, but she though Gregory Peck was just as ruggedly handsome as daddy. A finger gently touched her through her dampened panties, and her deeply embarrassing private, paternal, and perverse daydreams were shattered.

“No!” Barbra snapped. She threw her pop in his face and began making a scene in the darkened movie theater. “I keep telling you. Nothing below the waist, ever! I’m not that kind of girl! I was feeling generous though. You just lost your chance at a goodnight blowjob, you block-head!”

“I was just...” he sputtered as he wiped the beverage from his face.

“I know what you were just!” She yelled. “I’m not easy, like the other girls you date! Nobody even so much as touches down there until I say! Now take me home right now!”

“Is there a problem, ma’am?”

“There sure is!” Barbra blinked from the bright flashlight the usher was shining in her eyes. “Mister Octopus can’t keep his hands to himself!”

“I didn’t do anything!” Conrad protested frantically as the light was turned to him.

“It’s you!” The usher said coldly. “You’re the one I caught a few months ago in the balcony, with the boss’s kid!”

“She said she was eighteen!” Conrad cried. “I swear!”

“Big deal she’s eighteen.” The usher said angrily. “What does that matter when she’s the owner’s precious only daughter? He would very much like to have a word with you, about wedding plans!”

“What?” Barbra shouted, drowning out Conrad’s feeble uttering of the same word. Quick off the mark, she glared at him. “Wedding? You bastard! You got a girl ‘In Trouble’! Now you tried to, um, mess with me, too? Was I supposed to be the next notch in your belt? How could you!”

“The boss is furious that his darling angel can’t wear white at her wedding. If her special day is put off too much longer, all the guests will be able to see why! Now come with me!”

Barbra watched as the large man dragged an openly sobbing Conrad up the aisle. So much for his bragging about bringing the school’s team all the way up through the NCAA University Division Baseball Tournament, to the College World Series next year! Tall and lanky, the accomplished pitcher couldn’t break free of the mountain of a man dragging him off to his fate.

Conrad got M

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