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Butterfly Spirits

by xelliebabex 10/01/13

Authors note: This is my Halloween contest entry. It is not spooky or scary or a typical Halloween story in anyway. I will admit it's a little poignant and sad but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Thank you again to RK Moreland for helping with the copy editing, and BrambleThorn whose wisdom really helped when I became bit lost. You are both much appreciated.



Joel walked down the dock breathing in the stale scents of the city and stopped on the side of the road before him. He had been away a full six months this time and Cecilia waited on the curb for him. He shook his head and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

"Joel, stop," Cecilia sounded panicked. "Please."

He stopped and turned to look at the seemingly frail woman he knew so well, noting the less than polished appearance as she stood on the sidewalk staring at him. For the last six months he had been at sea and standing before him when he took his first breath on dry land was one half of the reason he took the longer than usual job.

"No, Cilly, I'm done." He kept walking without looking back. He heard her high-heeled shoes clacking on the footpath as she hurried after him.

"When I heard you were coming back in time for Halloween... I thought..." Cecilia seemed uncertain. "Come back to Rainbird with me, say goodbye to her properly, please Joel, I loved her too."

"I already said my goodbye's; it's been over eight months, what do you expect will happen? Her spirit will materialise and float down and dance with the butterflies?" Joel turned to look at her his voice hard and callous.

"No... I don't know, maybe," She sighed, "Come home with me Joel, please. Come to Rainbird."

"I can't," Joel looked at her properly and found his heart still ached for her, even after all the betrayals. He noted the shadows under her eyes, barely concealed by the makeup she wore. She had lost a lot of weight and her usually glossy black hair seemed dull in comparison to his memories of her. "There is something else going on isn't there?" Joel looked into her dark brown eyes seeing the lie as she spoke lightly.

"No," Cecilia said too rapidly in reply and heard the defensiveness in her own voice. "I have invited some family and friends as well." She admitted, "It will be like a reunion."

"You're hosting Halloween?" Joel looked at her incredulously.

"Not quite, but sort of. I will explain it, at the right time. Here," she thrust an invitation out at him. "I don't want to stand here and argue with you anymore." She could feel her energy waning and walked with purpose back to the waiting car, trying not to let her fatigue show.

Joel watched her go before looking at the invitation in his hands and groaning. "A Halloween party," he laughed. "Great, that's just great." Shoving it deep into the pocket of his bag he walked back to his harbour side apartment.

Cecilia hadn't contacted him again directly, instead she sent their friends to do her dirty work. For his part Joel had been resolute in his determination not to return to their family home. It wasn't a home for him without his mother there. This Halloween celebration had always been his mother's thing, he couldn't bear to have it distorted by Cecilia.

Three days before the party his oldest friend arrived, banging on his door late in the evening with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a six pack of Corona's in the other. "Sure hope you got limes," he said by way of greeting.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Joel looked confused.

"Heard you were back, so decided to accept the invitation I got to Cilly's shindig. Do you think we have to wear costumes?" he laughed.

"I wouldn't worry, you could be a body double for Frankenstein any day," Joel shrugged.

"Oh ho ho, in fine form already I see," Rod bit back, "I thought you wouldn't be so grumpy since Cilly got the all clear. I talked to her a few weeks ago and it sounded like the treatment was really knocking her around. It must have been rough after your mother and everything."

Joel stared at his friend, his mouth agape as the words sunk in, "Cilly, what?"

"Oh shit I thought you knew, you guys were so tight," Rod realised there was no going back, he had said too much. "Well it's over now anyway, they took out the lump, got it all and she only had radiation as a precautionary measure."

Joel felt sick; he sagged back onto the couch and remembered the way she looked when she had met his boat. Rod handed him a shot of tequila and a Corona looking worried, "Listen mate, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. I mean I can understand why she didn't tell you at the time but geez."

"I need a few minutes, just give me a minute to think," Joel's mind raced back in time and he felt the hot sting of tears well up in his eyes.


Warren Teasdale had met his new wife, Miriam, when she had been on holiday from Philadelphia and was visiting the resort town of Port Douglas. He was there attending a golf tournament. Both widowed several years earlier they had always said it was like one of those magical moments when their eyes met across a crowded room and they just knew it was love. With Miriam had come her son Joel, who was of a similar age to Warren's own daughter, Cecilia. It all seemed so perfect but life in far north Queensland was very different from the life Miriam and Joel had led in America.

It was not that Miriam minded that much. She was blissfully happy really, it was the holidays that got her down at times and usually during the winter break at school she would take Joel back to visit their relatives for the fourth of July celebrations and usually include Cecilia in the trip. Halloween though was her favourite of the holidays and she was shocked and disappointed to find that they didn't celebrate it in Australia aside of a few tacky decorations if they remembered in a local pub. She had been determined to change that though and began throwing amazing parties each Halloween for their friends and neighbours, as well as bringing the children and several of their friends home for the long weekend.

Joel and Cecilia had been little more than kids when they first met, his mother dating and eventually marrying her father. Living on a remote sugarcane plantation in the northern parts of Queensland meant they spent most of their adolescence at boarding schools only really seeing each other for small bursts on holidays and vacation times. They lived privileged lives; the wealthy plantation owner sparing no expense for his new family. They were close as children in the same family might be but it had always been more of a transient friendship between them than any sort of familial bond.

It wasn't until they both attended, the same university that they actually got to know each other well, too well it seemed. Having different surnames no one knew of their relationship and they both liked it that way. They had shared a small apartment close to the university as friends and roommates and rapidly found an attraction that neither of them could deny any longer. They reasoned over a few bottles of wine one night that they weren't really brother and sister so there was no harm in seeing where it went. It was late when they made this momentous decision and he stood pulling her up beside him to kiss her.

"You can choose, your room or mine," he gave her a devilish grin and strode off toward the bathroom looking over his shoulder at her. He took the extra time to brush his teeth and returned to find her in his bed. He could see she was naked despite the sheet she held covering her body as both her breasts rose unfettered beneath the thin cotton, her pointed nipples begging for attention, and that was just what he planned to give them.

He slipped back into bed and turned towards her. He let his fingers caress those monumental globes and then lowered his mouth and explored a nipple with his tongue, giving them both the attention they so deserved. Cecilia practically purred at the sensations he gave her. She wanted to feel his touch all over her body. She felt so hot that she could have been melting beneath his hands.

His hands worked their way down her body caressing and tickling her as he went. He looked up at her and saw that she was glassy eyed and breathless and smiled knowingly. That smile just did her in, she could think of nothing else but the sensations that Joel was bringing to her. He pulled back the sheet exposing her body. She self-consciously squirmed as he did this wondering how he saw her through his dark eyes when she lay completely naked before him.

"Wow," Joel breathed. Her breasts were firm and her body was perfect. She had a small patch of dark hair on her pussy and her legs seemed to stretch out forever.

"Don't stop," she begged. "I think I need this, you, so badly."

He slipped his arm around her and brought her face level with his then took her lips in a sweet sensuous kiss, one like she had never experienced before with any man, not that there had been many. He slid his hands down to her most vulnerable place and gently inserted his finger into her. She released a hoarse cry as she pushed her lower body into his hand, and she collapsed against him, relishing the unbelievable sensations he gave her as he stroked against her clit and the front wall of her cunt. Joel immediately moved down her body and with a slow sensuous tongue movement proceeded to taste the exotic flavours that were distinctly Cecilia. She writhed above him as she keened and arched up off the bed in a shattering climax that bathed his hand and face. She began to calm down and Joel slowly lay back on the bed and held her close within his arms. He looked so wonderful to her.

"My turn," she said softly.

Holding his hands down by his sides she began to kiss him, her eager mouth moving over his face and lips tasting her own juices. She kissed down to his chest and nipples, giving them a little nip as she went. She continued to taste and nip at him all the way down his warm, sweaty body. She loved his skin; it was the colour of caramel and so smooth if slightly damp. His body was muscled and pulsed beneath her lips. As she continued her journey downwards towards his navel and groin, she felt the heat of his cock rub against her. Leaning right down she placed her mouth over the bulbous head of his cock and slowly sucked it between her lips, filling her mouth slowly.

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