“Forget it, Trixie,” Jim Frayne said firmly. “I’m not doing it. Matching costumes are just too cutesy.”
Trixie frowned into the phone, frustrated that this particular medium did not allow her to use her big blue eyes as a negotiating tool. “But Ji-i-i-m, please? It would be so sweet. And I’m sure that Honey and Brian and Mart and Di—”
“Actually, I bet they’re not, Trix,” Jim interrupted. “I’ve already talked to Brian and Mart, and we’ve all agreed not to give in to you girls this year.”
That earned another frown. “What, now that all of three you are big college boys, you’re saying you’re too mature for that now?” Trixie said, sarcasm dripping off each word.
“Why, yes, actually, we are.” He ignored the sarcasm.
“Well, perhaps you’re just too mature to be dating a high school senior, aren’t you?”
It was Jim’s turn to frown into the phone. “Are you threatening me, Trixie? What, if I don’t give into your demands, you’ll break up with me?”
Trixie huffed and blew a curl away from her eye. “No, of course not,” Trixie said. “I’m not doing that. I’m just frustrated. I like wearing matching costumes, especially with you. It lets the rest of the girls know you’re mine.”
“I personally just prefer punching any of the guys who don’t realize you’re mine,” Jim said, relieved to hear Trixie laugh in reply. “But Trixie, even as much as I prefer letting others know you’re my special girl, I’m still not going to give in. Anyway, I need to get going, I have to finish a research paper before tomorrow’s class. I love you, Trixie.”
Trixie sighed. Even though she was annoyed at Jim for not doing what she wanted, she still couldn’t help but melt each time he said those three words.
“I love you too, Jim.” She hung up the phone, drumming her fingers on the kitchen table before once again picking up the phone. She dialed the number she knew by heart and waited until Honey picked up.
“So are you having as much trouble convincing Brian to do matching costumes as I am with Jim,” Trixie said without preamble.
Honey sighed. “Yes, he keeps telling me no each time I asked. And I had the best idea this year, too. Don’t you think Brian would have played a great Superman to my Lois Lane? Oh, wait a minute, Trixie, I have a call on the other line.” She clicked over, much to Trixie’s relief. Now she didn’t have to reply to Honey’s question, since she definitely didn’t picture her brother as Superman material.
Trixie had barely managed to clear her mind of the image of Brian in tights when Honey came back on the line.
“Hey Trix, Di is on the other line, complaining about the same thing. So I’m going to set up a party line so that we can all talk together.”
Trixie waited impatiently while Honey set everything up. “Di? Honey?,” she asked when she heard the familiar clicks. Receiving affirmative replies from both, she started the conversation. “Okay, what are we going to do about these men? How can we get them to change their mind?”
“I have no idea, Trixie,” Diana replied. “I’ve tried everything with Mart, bribes, threats, blackmail, kissing…”
“I don’t need to hear about kissing,” Trixie interrupted.
“How about you, Honey?” Diana asked, laughing at Trixie’s continued disgust at any mention of her brothers and their love lives. Deciding to push Trixie’s buttons further, she continued, “Of course, Honey, you have other options when it comes to convincing Brian to do things.”
“Oh, I definitely don’t need to hear about that,” Trixie groaned as the other two girls laughed. She did her best to ignore them, just as she did her best to ignore the fact that she knew Honey and Brian had had sex after Honey turned seventeen. Honestly, although she had appreciated the information on what to expect when it would be she and Jim finally had sex, she really didn’t want to think about her brother doing that. “Anyway, back to the topic at hand, what are we going to do about our stubborn boyfriends? I really wanted to do matching costumes with Jim, but it sounds like the three of them made a pact to stand firm against us.”
“Yeah, Brian said something like that to me too. Maybe the three of us could match with each other, like Charlie’s Angles, or maybe the Powerpuff Girls, or —”
“Or maybe I have a better idea,” Diana drawled out slowly. “One that not only would be really sexy costumes, but just might teach our men a lesson at the same time.”
“What’s your idea?” Trixie and Honey asked in unison.
“Well, let me tell you…”
October 10th, 4:00pm
“No. No way. Ain’t gonna do it. You can’t make me. Not a chance in hell. Forgetaboutit,” Dan said, shaking his head violently at the three girls who had cornered him. He had only been in town for five minutes, coming back from college in order to celebrate Brian’s birthday. He had barely set down his suitcase before they had shown up, batting their eyelashes at him.
“Please, Danny?”
“Pretty please with sugar on top?”
“We’d really appreciate it.”
Dan shook his head again. “No way. Hell will have to freeze over before I agree to do this.”
October 31st, 6:55pm
It sure didn’t feel cold enough for Hell to have frozen over, Dan thought to himself as he knocked on the door of the Lynch Estate. He still couldn’t believe that the girls had convinced him that this was a good idea.
What was I thinking? I’m such a sucker. And I’m going to be so dead when the guys see their costumes. Well, at least I’ll enjoy my last dying breath, the girls will look hot.
After being greeted by Harrison, he walked quickly to the back parlor where the party was to take place. Hearing the voices of Brian, Mart, and Jim, he took a deep breath, braced himself and walked inside.
Relaxing slightly when he saw that the girls weren’t there yet, he rolled his eyes when the others started laughing at him.
“Mangan, you’re wearing a dress,” Mart said, barely able to get out the words through his laughter.
“It’s not a dress, Martin, it’s a robe,” Dan corrected, looking down at the long Arabian style clothing. “And I will have you know, it’s actually kinda comfy. I get to walk around in a robe and slippers while you get to walk around looking like a dork… who or what are you supposed to be?”
Mart grimaced. “I’m Austin Powers. Yeah, baby, yeah!”
“Seriously, dude, what is up with your costume, who are you supposed to be?” Brian asked, secure in the knowledge that while his costume choice might have been unoriginal, at least his doctor’s outfit didn’t make him wear a dress.
Dan rolled his eyes again. Inside, he was already regretting going along with the girls’ idea, and he hadn’t even started getting the crap beat out of him by jealous boyfriends.
“I’m a sheik. A very handsome and rich sheik.”
That set the others to laughing again.
“Whatever, Aladdin,” Jim said finally, turning around to finish hanging up the decorations. After four years of Halloween parties, Diana had acquired quite the collection of Halloween ornaments.
“So, where are the girls, Dracula?” Dan asked.
Jim grinned, showing off his fangs. “Evidently they’re upstairs getting ready. Not that we’ve seen them, Harrison let us in and informed us,” Jim switched to a snooty voice, “that it would be a while before the ‘ladies’ were ready and that Ms. Lynch kindly requested that we finish decorating while they were preparing themselves.”
“But they’ve been up there for over an hour now,” Mart muttered, looking towards the hallway. “I wonder what costumes they finally came up with, Di wouldn’t tell me.”
“Who cares?” Brian said as he hung another ghost from the rafters. “At least they aren’t pestering us to wear matching costumes with them.” He turned to Dan and smiled proudly. “Did you hear that the three of us refused to play dress up with them this year?”
“Yeah, us men need to stick together to have a fighting chance against those three, don’t we?” Mart asked.
Dan smiled weakly. “Yeah, they are a persuasive bunch.” He turned when he heard someone approaching, grateful for the interruption. His gratitude was short-lived as the girls came through the door. Even knowing what to expect from the girls’ costumes, he was barely able to prevent his jaw from dropping.
The others weren’t so lucky. He laughed out loud when he looked at the other guys. He wasn’t sure which one was more shocked by his respective girlfriend’s outfit. After a moment, he decided it was Brian, although Jim looked like he was leading in the drooling category. And for the first time in his life, words completely failed Mart as he stood there sputtering.
Not that he could blame them, Dan thought to himself as he took advantage of the guys’ shock to drool a bit himself. Damn, I am the luckiest sheik alive.
Not surprisingly, Diana looked stunning in her purple belly dancing costume. She had told him that the costume was called Dance of the Seven Veils, but he was having difficulty counting that high at the moment. She confidently strutted her stuff, the wispy material of the skirt parting and showing glimpes of her very shapely legs.
Honey looked like a goddess in her sexy, silky white top and skirt, trimmed in gold. The white looked fantastic next to the tan that Honey had picked up on her recent visit with her parents to Cancun,
But it was Trixie’s costume that surprised him the most. It wasn’t just that she had somehow managed to straighten her hair to make a blond ponytail, but she had managed to take the cute “I Dream of Jeannie” outfit and look entirely too sexy. The tight midriff-revealing half top showed off a very shapely upper body while the lower pants portion with transparent material left nothing to the imagination. And Dan had a very good imagination.
She can rub my bottle anytime, Dan caught himself thinking until he reminded himself that a) she’s just a friend, b) he respected her as a person, c) Mart and Brian would kill him if they caught him thinking of their sister that way and d) they wouldn’t get a chance to kill him because Jim would squash him flat before they had the chance.
He shook his head to clear his mind and took a step towards the lovely trio. “Ladies,” he said, spreading his arms wide. “I have the best looking harem in the entire world.”
That finally galvanized Mart to remember how to make his mouth work.
“Harem! YOUR Harem?” Mart started to pivot around to get in Dan’s face when Diana grabbed his arm and yanked him off balance.
“Yes, Martin Belden. Daniel graciously agreed to match costume themes with us, unlike the rest of you spoilsports.” She let go of Mart and threaded her arm through Dan’s, tossing back her long dark hair and heading towards the front of the room to greet the first group of arrivals. Trixie and Honey smirked at their own boyfriends and followed them.
Brian finally managed to pull his eyes off of Honey long enough to look at Jim.
“Ow!” Jim cried out. “What did you punch me for?”
“For looking at my sister like that,” Brian said, scowling at his sister’s attire, or rather her lack of attire. “Ow!”
“That’s for taking so long to notice that,” Jim said, similarly scowling at Honey.
The two alternated between staring at their sister and staring at their girlfriend. After a few minutes, Jim came to a startling realization.
“Hey, Trixie straightened her hair out. I didn’t realize it was so long... Ow! What the hell was that punch for?”
“That’s for taking so long to notice that,” Brian said.
“Okay, why don’t you two idiots stop hitting each other and let’s figure out what to do about Dan hanging out with our girlfriends,” Mart snapped at them. “Actually, more importantly, we have to figure out what to do about our girlfriends hanging on to Dan.”
Later, with the party in full swing, Brian noticed an even more annoying problem.
“I think we just may have to kill every male here,” Brian announced matter-of-factly as he glared around the room. The girls—their girls— were being stared at by all the guys there, some guys staring discretely and others more blatantly.
“At least threaten to kill them,” Jim suggested, as he too glared at the leering males in the room.
“Maybe we should split up, that way we can threaten more of them,” Mart added. Although he gallantly tried to participate in the glarefest, he just didn’t seem to have quite the panache that the older two possessed. He did, however, have a special glare that he reserved for his best friend when Dan finally met his eye.
Dan was actually having a much better time than he had expected, at least so far. Of course, he knew it was short-lived and once Jim, Brian, and Mart recovered from their shock, they’d ruin his fun. But right now, he was surrounded by three beautiful, sexy women surrounding him and was the envy of every man in the room.
He tensed up a bit when Mart finally gathered up the nerve to approach.
“Hey Austin,” Trixie called out as he got closer.
Mart stopped for a moment, a bit confused since he had managed to forget his entire costume. Trying to recover a bit, he threw on the Austin persona and sauntered up the girls.
“Oh, BE-have,” Mart said to Trixie as he sauntered up to Diana. “Wouldn’t you like to hang out with a REAL man?”
“I don’t think so,” Diana asked, turning towards Dan. “You’ve just insulted my Master.”
A smug grin broke out on Dan’s face. He quickly suppressed it when Mart glowered at him.
“Master?” Mart growled.
“It’s good to be the Sheik,” Dan said as he and the girls wandered away, leaving Mart staring at their backs.
Mart threw his hands up into the air. Looking around the room, he spotted the buffet table. No, I’m not feeling hungry. He started walking away and looked back again. Then again…
“So, I like this master idea,” Dan said, smirking at the girls. “So, does this mean you do whatever I want?”
“Of course, Master,” Honey said. She then amended herself. “Well, with some limitations, of course.”
“Hmm… well, you,” he said, pointing at Trixie. “I would like a Coke.” He pointed at Diana, “I would like for you to see if you can find a copy of Ray Steven’s ‘Ahab the Arab.’ You, well, why don’t you just drape yourself over me and look pretty,” Dan said, smiling at Honey.
To his extreme pleasure, all three girls jumped to comply with Dan’s wishes. The pleasure dimmed just a bit when Jim took that moment to approach him and Honey. For a moment, he regretted that he had sent Trixie and Diana away, but then frowned to himself. He didn’t need the girls to protect him, even from Jim.
“So, sheik,” Jim said, as he stepped up to Dan. “I’ve got to admit, you’ve got a nice harem, but don’t you think that three women is a bit too much for one man?”
“Not for this man,” Dan said, arching up one brow.
“Oh really?” Jim said, flexing his muscles. “So you think you’re more a man than me? Perhaps we should… ah… ummm…”
Jim stuttered to a stop as Trixie walked up, returning with Dan’s Coke. He hadn’t seen her up close yet and promptly lost all ability to speak the English language.
“This man isn’t bothering you, is he, Master?” Trixie asked as she handed Dan the drink.
“No, not really,” Dan said, smiling at Jim’s stunned expression. Dan laughed and nudged the girls forward, leaving Jim behind.
Diana couldn’t resist turning around and smiling sweetly at Jim. “Now, don’t you just wish that you had agreed to dress up with Trixie?”
An hour into the party, Dan began to realize a problem with having his own harem. Yes, he was surrounded by three incredibly sexy, beautiful women, but they were three incredibly sexy, beautiful women who were taken. Even worse, since he was surrounded by three sexy, beautiful women, the other incredibly sexy, beautiful and potentially single women at the party were ignoring him.
And there were a number of incredibly sexy beautiful women at the party, including one redhead with high cheekbones and an enchanting smile.
He decided to send his bevy of beauties away for a moment while he went over to the cute redhead.
“Trixie, I’m parched again, can you get me another Coke? Diana, I think it’s time to hear ‘Ahab the Arab’ again. Honey, I’m feeling a bit cold in this robe dress thing, can you find me a blanket?”
Again, the girls immediately left to do his bidding.
He walked over to the redhead and produced his most charming smile.
“That must be nice,” she commented as she watched Trixie head over to get Dan’s drink.
“I have to admit I rather like it, if only the effect would last longer than just for Halloween,” he said.
“Oh, is that what you think women are for? To obey your orders?” the redhead asked with a piercing look.
Dan stammered for a while until he saw the twinkle in her blue eyes.
“Oh no,” Dan said, laughing. “Trust me, I don’t expect any woman to obey my orders, especially not those three. Ask their boyfriends,” he said, deliberately letting her know that he wasn’t dating any of his “harem.”
“I’ve heard tales of their exploits, since the first day I got to school, actually. It sounds exciting, but it doesn’t sound like they always do what people want them to. As, well, it should be. Anyway, I’m Holly, I just moved here from Albany. You must be Dan.”
“Um, yeah,” Dan said in surprise.
“I’ve heard of your exploits too. And I’m not talking about the mysteries” she said, laughing prettily.
“Oh really?” Dan replied, very much enjoying her infectious laugh. He stopped laughing when Brian walked up.
“Hey, Dan, can I talk to you for a moment? Somewhere privately?” Brian said seriously, grabbing hold of the dark blue sleeve of Dan’s robe.
Meanwhile, Jim and Mart had noticed Dan’s preoccupation and were wasting no time in heading towards their respective girlfriends.
Jim carefully approached the drinks table where Trixie was pouring another Coke for Dan and contemplating how she could carry enough Cokes back for the four of them. Taking a deep breath, Jim took the plunge and said the magic words.
“Trixie, I’m sorry.”
Trixie stopped in mid-pour and, setting down the cup and bottle, turned to him. “For what, exactly?”
“For telling you no about the matching costumes. For not realizing how important it was to you.”
“And for plotting with my brothers to have all three of you stand up against us?”
“You plotted too,” Jim replied, arching an eyebrow. “I’ll apologize for that if you apologize for plotting with Di and Honey to get back at us.”
Trixie conceded a smile and stuck out her hand. “Deal.”
“Deal,” Jim agreed, grabbing her hand. He then yanked so that she tumbled into his arms. “Let’s seal it with a kiss, shall we?”
The second Jim pressed his lips and his body against Trixie’s, he knew he had made a mistake. His body was far too aware as to how little clothes Trixie was currently wearing and reacted accordingly. He felt Trixie tense up as she too realized the effect she was having on him.
Luckily for them both, the funky Ray Stevens song finished and a slow dance started. Jim smoothly pulled her onto the dance floor and focused on trying to calm himself.
This was very difficult to do, since in order to slow dance, he had to place his right hand onto Trixie’s bare back. Jim couldn’t decide which felt silkier, the naked small of her back or the satin of her pants. He was also being driven insane by whatever perfume she was wearing, some smoky and exotic scent that fit perfectly with the Arabian costume.
“You smell incredible, Trix, what are you wearing?” Jim whispered into her ear.
“It’s some perfume of Diana’s. Do you like it?”
“Very much. I might not like you dressing up with Dan, but I have to say I really, really appreciate the costume.”
Trixie looked around the room before she turned back to Jim. “Would you like to appreciate the costume a bit more intimately?” she whispered slyly.
Jim swallowed, hard. “Like how?”
“Perhaps we can find a quiet dark corner somewhere,” Trixie suggested, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the dance area. Jim followed her, nervously looking around the room for her brothers. Luckily, Mart was likewise distracted, dancing with Diana, and Brian was nowhere to be seen.
To read the password protected scene, click here. It’s passworded for sexual situations, although Jim and Trixie do still stick to the plan to wait until she’s eighteen. Jim just gets tortured some more. *veg*
To skip that scene and go to the end, click here.