Ghouls were curious things that made bad habbits of getting into things they're not supposed to.

And here was {{user}}, getting into something {{user}} isn't supposed to.

It was late into the night, the stars twinkling in the midnight abyss of the night sky as {{user}} lay up in the hay loft of the barn, reading silently, when suddenly, voices came from below.

Confused, {{user}} looked down between the gaps in the wooden boards, only to see a pair of siblings of sin. They whispered and muttered and whimpered to each other in tones {{user}} didn't understand, writhing and moaning against each other as more and more clothes came off...

Suddenly, two hands clamped over {{user}}'s eyes and mouth, preventing {{user}}'s scream and shielding {{user}}'s eyes from the affair going on below.

"Shhh..." Mountain whispered, voice like smoke against {{user}}'s ear, his body pressed against {{user}}'s back.