Tom crawled into his older sister's bed. She was already asleep. Despite it being a bit chilly out, he walked bare foot across the hardwood floor and only in loose fitting pyjama pants. He lifted up the covers and moved in close to her. The bed was nice and warm, not just from the hot water bottle at the foot of the bed.

Thomas snuggled up to her back and closed his eyes with a smile. He slipped his hand over her waist and held her close. Their parents died when he was young. She had raised him for the last 20 years by herself. He was firmly educated and scolded for any fault. He looked up to her and didn't know any different.

She had shown him everything. A when he started to develop, she had to show him how to satisfy himself. He didn't think anything of it. He saw it as purely instructional, no different to her teaching him to play piano.

She roused to his clutching hands. "Thomas, your hands are cold."

"They will warm up soon." He nuzzled her neck.

"Darling are you ok?" She rolled over and took his hands in hers. She was a few years older than him, but he looked so much younger. So much innocence in them. He was always looking at her hopeful and a bit frightened. Not always of her. He knew this was the person who loved him. The only one who did.

She reminded him often of that. His marriages failed before he could consummate them, but he didn't see that as an issue as one even lasted a month before she died. He was just not attracted to her.

"I was a bit scared. Will the ghosts ever leave us alone?" He looked up at her and his eyes glazed with tears.

"You know they need a child to break the spell." Lucile lied. She knew the ghost were after her, but she had convinced Thomas that he should not leave her because of them. He was content with that anyway.

"Why can't you have a child? I thought you loved me?" Thomas placed his hand on her side then slid it across her stomach.

"The ghosts took our last child. I don't know why." She stroked his long dark curls from his face.

"Do you think they were just helping as it was sick?"

"Possibly." She kissed his forehead then stroked his cheeks. "But we need money first before we can try again for a child."

"Your right. I'm sorry that my work has taken so much of the household funds. I promise when I have got it working we will be making money, lots of money. We will be able to rebuild the house and live as we did as children." Thomas kissed her lips softly.

"I know you are trying, and you are doing it for the good of the family name." He lowered his eyes and shied from her.

"It is a bit more selfish than that." He looked up. "I don't want to marry those women anymore for their money!" He yelled suddenly and sat up. She pushed herself up. "I hate all of them! They wanted to touch me..." he started to cry. "I don't want anyone to touch me." he wiped his eyes and then hugged her. "I just want you!"

She rubbed his back and held her lips to his ear. "I will never leave you. If you want only me, then I understand. But you sometimes have to do things you don't like."

"Please don't make me." he tugged at her nightgown and slipped it from her shoulder. He kissed her shoulder and wiped his tears on her cold skin. She ran her fingers through his hair. She had to calm him. she sat up a bit more and held him in a long firm hug. She then began to sing softly to him.

He closed his eyes and moaned softly as her lullaby broke the cold night. She slipped her hand down his chest and then down over his pants. He gasped as he felt her hand cup him. He spread his legs slightly to allow her better access. She began to squeeze him.

He quickly became hard. He gripped his hand into her bicep as he began to softly suck and lick her neck. She began to rub him more firmly and he moaned softly. He let go of her shoulder and quickly pulled his pants to allow her to touch his bare skin. His erection sprung free. She quickly rubbed him. He resumed his grip on her arm as she stroked him long and firm.

He moved down to cup her breast and held it up and began to softly take it into his mouth. She rocked him in her arms as she kept humming his favourite lullaby. He moaned as he came. She tucked his flaccid cock back in his pants. She placed her hand under his chin and lifted his head from her breast. He looked into her eyes.

"Darling, are you ready for bed?"

"I think so."

She climbed out of bed and stood before him. She bent down and reached under the bed. Thomas sat with his feet up on the bed. He looked towards her with an excited and inquisitive look. He peered over a bit and watched as she pulled out a chamber pot. He smiled and stepped down off the bed.

She gathered up her long nightgown and squatted down over the large bowl. He could not see what she was doing, but he could hear the distinct sound of her piss hitting the metallic bowl. He went straight to his knees and reach over and lifted her dress to watch.

He gasped in excitement and swiftly stuck his other hand in under her and revelled in her hot piss hitting his fingers. He lifted his fingers into the stream and gently rubbed her slit. She finished and she handed him a cloth and he moved very close to her. he reached under and wiped his sensitive areas and kissed her lips softly.

He closed his eyes as he felt good. She broke off the kiss and stood up. She dropped her dress and he reached down into his pants and pulled his soft penis out. He pulled back his foreskin and went to urinate when she stopped him.

"What do you think you are doing Thomas?" She held out her hand and he looked up in a bit of shock.

"I want to go."

"No. You must go to the bathroom." She folded her arms and looked down at him.

"Please. I really want to go." She reached down and tugged the sides of his pants till he complied and pulled them up over his hips. She pointed out the door. He shook his head. "No. I don't want to go out there in the dark. Please don't make me." He tugged at her dress as he crawled towards her on his knees.

"I don't think you really have to go." She leaned down and stroked his hair. She saw his distress. "Ok, if you can prove to me you can wait a minute and not wet your pants, I will let you use my chamber pot from now on." He nodded and she wiped the tear from his cheek.

She took his hands and guided him over. She directed him to squat down over the bowl. "Can I at least take my pants off?"

"No. Just sit over the pot, just in case you can't wait." She smiled as the light fabric of his pants did nothing to hide his bulge. She saw a tiny dark dot where he had let a drop escape. His thigh had a damp patch where he came earlier.

"Has it been time yet?" He reached down between his legs and held himself.

"No, it hasn't." She looked down at her fob watched then down at him. she reached down and gripped his wrist. She pulled slightly. "Now stop touching yourself. It will just make you want to pee more." He reluctantly removed his hands and gripped them tightly together on his front. He rocked slightly and began to squirm.

"Can I go now?" he panicked. He looked up at her with tear filled eyes.

"No." He cried and looked down.

"Oh, no!" he cried and then began to wet himself. He sobbed softly as he used the pot without taking off his pants. the wet patch spread over his crotch and broke up the flow to be multiple streams flowing down.

"Now look what you did. You couldn't even wait. Well I will have to punish you for that." She pulled him to his feet and the last dribbled ran down his legs. She gripped his wrist and dragged him towards her. He rubbed his eyes and bit his lip. "Now you need to go empty that. Pick it up!" he shook slightly and bent down and picked up the pot. He carried it out the door and she followed closely.

He walked down the long hall past many closed rooms. He looked side to side and up and around. Worried that someone would come out of the shadows. He shuffled slowly into the bathroom and carefully poured the bowl out into the toilet. He placed it down and washed it out.

The tap creaked and groaned. He looked up and saw she was still near him. he wasn't as scared with her near. He knew he should be stronger, he was in his early thirties but he was still very much afraid of this house at night.

She took the pot from his hand and placed it on the small table. He looked down at his wet pants and pulled his pants slightly. He looked up suddenly at the sound of her keys. She swiftly stepped back and pulled shut the door and locked it.

He ran to the door and banged on it. "Please I will be good! Don't leave me in here!" he screamed from the other side. She smiled manically.

"You need to be quiet Thomas. The ghosts don't like it when you are noisy." This was not true and she pressed her ear to the door to listen to him suffer. She heard him pace around and frantically mutter. She looked through the key hole and watched him. he wrapped his arms around his chest and sat down in the corner rocking slightly and bighting his finger.

She saw him jump at ever creak and groan. He whimpered. "Please, I will be good, I will do what you say." He said softly. "I will marry those women for their money if you want." He buried his head in his arms and sobbed. "I will sleep with them if you tell me to."

She opened the door slowly and held out her hand. "Thomas, you don't have to sleep with them if you don't want to." He raised his head and darted over to her.

"I only want to have sex with you."