Happy Halloween!

It's All Hallows' Eve in Middleton, hours before the streetlights come on, and all manner of ghouls and goblins come out to extract treats from the local citizenry. Kim and the Tweebs, far too old to be out trick-or-treating, are upstairs getting ready for one of the various costume parties going on this evening. Ann, having resigned herself to staying home tonight to delve out treats, sits in the kitchen filling several bowls full of candy for the impending onslaught of children. ...and, of course, stealing the occasional KitKat or Snickers bar for herself.

The Tweebs, feeling a bit nostalgic for their youth, are going for the twin undead thing....something neither of them have done in years, back when Ann and James were still doing the charity haunted houses for Middleton Children's Hospital. The both of them have long forgotten just how much of a pain in the posterior it is to pull off a legit-looking zombie costume, what with the seemingly gallons of green body paint one has to apply. Unwilling to put it on each other...that whole dudes touching dudes stigma...they manage to co-opt a reluctant Kim into doing it for them.

Having remembered the time when she and Monique decided to go as Harley and her girl-pal Ivy...and the hours it took to apply all of that green body paint (instead of the far simpler body-suit Monique tried to talk her into)...Kim grimaces at the thought. She, however, has opted for something a little simpler and less time-consuming this year. Borrowing a piece or two from Ann's costume from years gone by...a skimpy, tight-fitting dress, some fishnet stockings, and a pointy hat...instant sexy witch.

Opting to not get any of the green goop on her own costume, Kim strips down to the bare essentials, a tiny g-string, its fabric patch barely large enough to cover the gap in her nethers. An applicator sponge in hand, she applies the water-based cream to one and then the other. Up and down their backs, and pretty much everywhere they can't reach themselves, she now finds herself on her knees, slathering the back of the ghoul's thighs.

Kim twirls her finger, gesturing for them to spin to see if there's somewhere she missed. From their hairline to the balls of their feet is completely covered, save for... Kim is met with a rigid pair of manhood swinging inches from her face, their fully erect and flesh-colored manhood standing out against the green backdrop. A lecherous little smile crosses the redhead's face as two sets of stark white teeth grin down at her from above.

A firm grip at the base of either shafts, she pulls the two in close. The thickest portion of their girth resting against either cheek, Kim exhales a knowing half-laugh, her tongue lolling at the thought of plunging their manhood, one then the other, down her throat. Theatrically, Kim eyes one shaft and then the other, her lust-filled gaze returning to theirs with a raised eyebrow.

Kim: Ohh, noooo. Looks like I missed a spot.

Some time later, Ann glances at the clock over the kitchen sink, licking chocolate from her fingertips. Outside, the streetlight closest to the house turns on...she can already hear the call of 'trick or treat' from several houses down.

Ann: Kimmie?! Boys?! You're gonna be late for your party!

The undead make their way downstairs first. Complete with clothes practically torn to rags and already in character, the Tweebs zombie-trudge through the kitchen, fingers outstretched and crooked, groaning as they make their way towards Ann.

Jim: Brains!

Tim: Fresh brains!

Ann can only roll her eyes, feigning alarm at the sight of the two ghouls.

Ann: Oh no! And me without my crucifix!

The Tweebs simultaneously break character, the pair giving Ann a perplexed look, as if to say 'really?'.

Jim: Uhhhh... That's a vampire.

Tim: …or Linda Blair.

Ann: Uh-huh. Alright, give us a kiss, and go... Oh, I don't know... Start a zombie apocalypse or something.

The Tweebs, in turn, kiss Ann on each cheek, the matriarch snickering as the pair growl and Thriller-walk toward the front door. Not far behind, Kim makes her entrance...less damned-walking and more stripper...breasts practically spilling out of her barely-there tube dress, its lower hem already riding above the creases of her butt cheeks. If it wasn't for Ann's old witch hat, you'd think she was costumed as...

Ann: So, which street corner are you gonna be at this evening?

Kim: Ohhh, har-dee-har-harrr. It's your old costume, you know.

Ann: Yeah, that hat looks way better on you than it ever did me.

Kim's faux-ire subsides long enough to look closely at Ann's face...the sight of twin, putrid-green lip-smears on either cheek causes Kim to bark a laugh at Ann's expense. Ann quickly raises a finger and swipes at her cheek, scrunching her nose at the now olive-colored tip of her index finger. Ann's vision focuses from the tip of her finger to Kim's face beyond. Squinting her eyes, she looks closely at the younger redhead, the hat's wide brim casting a dark shadow across Kim's face. Ann stifles a grunt of a laugh, pointing the same olive-tipped finger towards Kim's face.

Kim: What?

Ann: So, let me guess. Two zombies are running around who are... Ummm, shall we say, decidedly flesh-colored below the waist?

Kim backpedals into the hallway adjacent to the kitchen, and to an accent mirror that hangs next to the stairwell. From her nose to her chin, and practically ear to ear is smeared with the same green body-paint.

Kim: SON-OF-A-WITCH!

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2