My Sister’s Keeper:
Halloween Special

Part One


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Six months passed.

The seasons turned.  Spring gave way to summer, summer became fall, and before anyone knew it October had crept up on soft monster feet and devoured September. Violet watched the approach of October 31st with sparse patience; over-commercialized or not, Halloween was her favorite time of the year.  She was even slightly jealous of Phoebe and Deborah’s costume potential, especially since Deborah’s ability to manifest had increased with Phoebe’s self-confidence. For that reason alone, Violet would have cheerfully gone down on James if he ever asked.  Not that he would; after six months, he and Phoebe were still going strong with no obvious problems between them.  Of course, James still didn’t know about Deborah and – as far as Violet knew – he and Phoebe hadn’t consummated their relationship.  Either one could be problematic, but both…

Violet pushed the thoughts of a troubling future out of her mind and studied her costume in the mirror.  This year, she had decided on dressing up as one of the Fair Folk; light green hose, flat shoes, dark green jerkin and hat plus pointed ears and makeup which gave her cupid-bow lips, sinister eyebrows and some wrapping to make it appear s if she had only a hint of breasts. Violet was well-pleased at the unsettling appearance; she’d grown up on Granny’s tales of Scottish folklore, and the Fair Folk were anything but.  Violet had even been practicing her malicious laugh for a week now, and felt she finally had it down pat.

The doorbell startled her from her contemplation.  “Coming,” she called out.  That would be Phoebe and Deborah; she had no idea what they were going to dress up as, but Phoebe had been practically vibrating about it for weeks.  Violet scurried to the door, revealing the blond wearing a blue turtleneck and jeans as well as a stuffed gym bag.  “I thought you two said you were coming over in costume,” the redhead pouted.

Phoebe tugged the left side of her collar out.  An eruption of stick red fluid caused her to flinch and fling herself back as a red-soaked Deborah thrust upwards.  “Bloooooood,” the dark-haired twin groaned, rolling her eyes.

Violet barely managed to keep from falling on her ass as her heart climbed back into her chest; she giggled. “That was absolutely disgusting! How’d you do it?”

“A taped-on packet of fake blood,” Phoebe replied, digging out a kerchief.

“I practiced how to break it while manifesting,” Deborah grinned, taking it and wiping her face off.  “I just wish the stuff didn’t taste so bad.”

“I can imagine,” Violet replied, watching their coordination.  “Still no luck, huh?”

Both sisters shook their heads.  “Even when our heads are side-by-side, I still can’t feel her,” Phoebe complains.  “At least we share control.”

“I still don’t have any problems feeling her side,” Deborah shrugs.

“I’ve been doing some research on Eve and Dawn, the ‘Chicago Conjoined’,” Violet mused.  “They couldn’t control each other’s sides either, but they shared sensations.”

“Maybe because their entire bodies had been conjoined, and not just bits,” Deborah supplied.

Phoebe turned a slight shade of green, to which Violet thought she was entirely justified.  “Maybe.”  She decided to change the subject.  “So, I take it that wasn’t your costume?  Remember, Kate’s invite was specific – no costume, no entry!” Kate Lumiere in Advertising and her life-partner – now wife – had a costume party every Halloween.  Violet had never gone, since she usually had a date with whom she wanted to do some intimate trick-or-treating with, and Phoebe had been too shy.  A pity James was in New York on a big-money emergency call; an even bigger pity that Phoebe couldn’t have taken the time off to go with him.

“Oh, we’ve got a really cool one,” Phoebe said as the twins set their bag on the couch.  “We’ve had it for a year actually.”

Deborah nodded.  “Found it at this really cool costume shop called Spell-Is-Us or something like that.  Costumes, novelty jewelry, gags, makeup the whole bit.”

“Never heard of it,” Violet admitted.  Then she gasped as the twins took the costume out of the bag and showed it off.  At its base it was a one-piece dress with a skirt that ended above the knee, made of some sort of gauzy material just this side of translucent.  From the front, it was all white and warm grey with silver sparkles; from the rear, black and dark red with red sparkles.  Both side had room for breasts; before Violet could comment, the sisters had taken out two full-face masks, one of them silver and the other ruby red, and what looked to be a pair of foam breasts.  “A Janus costume!”  Violet had to applaud.

“What’s even better is that we don’t even need the insert,” Deborah grinned.  Her head retreated back into the sisters’ sweater.  Breasts ballooned on Phoebe’s back; at the same time, Deborah’s face appeared on the back of Phoebe’s head.  “The costume fits perfectly when we’re like this.”

“How long can you hold it?” Violet worried.

Deborah snorted.  “A few hours, easy.”

“This will be the first time, I and Deborah can appear in public with her manifesting and get away with it,” Phoebe adds.  “I’m not going to pass it up.”

Violet could see so many ways that this could go so very wrong but the firmness in Phoebe’s voice plus the sparkle in Deborah’s eyes told her that neither twin would be open to reason.  “I’m sure you’ll both do fine,” Violet lied.  “Now, how about trying on that costume?  I can’t wait to see it on the two of you!”

A thought, however brief, flitted through Violet’s mind, that it would have been nice to have someone other than Phoebe and Deborah to go out with, someone with which the option of something a little more intimate could be arranged, but she dismissed it as selfish.

To Be Continued...

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