Haunted Twins

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

Only one person mentioned that we had gone to the dance dressed like a well-known doll and her boyfriend. That was Tiffany Rogers and we were in biology together.

"We're twins," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "It was Emily's idea."

"I can't believe you dyed your hair for her," said Tiffany.

"We're twins," I said, again.

She didn't say anything else.

The rest of our junior year passed as unremarkably as it's possible to be. Again, Emily and I didn't touch each other sexually. We still hugged, occasionally, but it was only in circumstances where anybody might have hugged.

Summer came, along with our seventeenth birthday. Dad didn't talk about whether or not his little girl had been kissed. Instead, they took us out to dinner in Cleveland, at a fancy restaurant. They had wine. We still got soft drinks.

On the way back home Emily held my hand in the back seat.

But that was it.

I worked at the pool again and the girls in their bikinis all flirted with me. I flirted back, but only a little. Two girls, Barbara Hutchins and Julie Simms, asked me when I was going to ask them out. I answered, "Soon," but only to get them past the check-in desk.

When I told Emily about it she said I should go on some dates.

"One girl has already asked me if you're gay," she said.

"I'm not gay!" I yelped.

"You never go out. What other conclusion will people come to?" she asked, reasonably.

"I'm not gay," I said again.

"I know that," she said. "If you go out with some girls, they'll know it, too. Problem solved."

The next day, Julie happened to be the first of the two of them to get to the pool.

"So where are we going on our date?" I asked.

"They have a skating rink in Baldwin," she said. "Can you skate?"

"I never tried," I said.

"I'll teach you," she said.

"Friday night?" I asked.

"Perfect," she said.

When Barbara got there I told her I had a date with Julie this week, but asked if she'd be interested in doing something the week after. She got all bouncy and said there was a movie she wanted to see.

Just like that, I had two dates.

Skating was a disaster. I fell down so many times I knew I'd have bruises all over my body. Julie had a great time, though. She'd put her arm around me and I'd put mine around her. When I fell I inevitably got a handful of Julie's breast as I went down. She had a nice set and she never complained. I finally stood up for one complete circuit of the rink and Julie said we should celebrate.

Celebration, for Julie Simms, meant making out in the car in the parking lot of the roller rink.

She got her breasts bare for me and it was looking like she didn't want to stop there when a security guard we didn't know the rink employed knocked on the window and told us we had to leave. I told Julie I'd been having fun, but I had a curfew and that we had to go home.

My sister told me what was going on after I told her what had gone on.

"Mom told me about this," she said. "It's a small town and if a girl isn't going to college then she needs a husband to support her. Girls are looking for a husband. If she lets you go all the way then she assumes you're her boyfriend and that you'll be off limits to other girls. When you graduate, presto, she wants to get married. Some of them even try to get pregnant so you'll have to marry them."

"Mom told you that," I said, stunned.

"Yeah. Tonight, while you were gone. She said she wasn't worried about you until all of a sudden you started dating."

"Don't you find it a little odd that our mother would talk to you like that about me?" I blinked. "She should have talked to me about all that!"

"She knew I'd tell you. She wants me to keep an eye on you and take care of you."

"That's her job!" I yelped.

"Not in this house," said my sister. "In this house it's my job to take care of you."

"Yeah, once a fricking year," I blurted.

"I can watch over you without doing all that stuff," she sniffed. "Besides, I can't let you go getting some girl pregnant before we get out of college. I can't go off to college by myself, Bobby."

"I'm not going to get anybody pregnant," I snorted. "If a girl wants to go too far I'll tell her I have an STD."

"And if the girl produces a condom and says that doesn't matter?"

"I'll tell her she's crazy and that I don't date crazy people."

"Yeah, that'll work," laughed my sister.

My date with Barbara went much better. We held hands in the movie theater and she wanted to make out when I took her home, but only for some hot kisses. I guess she wasn't as desperate for a husband. Or maybe she was going to college. I don't know. I should have asked her.

I solved the problem of second dates by asking more girls out. It was easy to get dates at the pool.

The problem was that dates are expensive.

Eventually I told everybody that I'd busted curfew on a date with somebody else and I was prohibited from dates for two months as punishment.

That put us back in school before I was "allowed" to date again. My curfew after school started was eight-thirty. I even asked Mom to set that curfew and she agreed.

Mom also got to us early, this year. She'd been taking sewing lessons at a quilting shop in town and they'd been working on sewing spandex.

"I got this idea," she said. "I can get light blue and black material. I thought of you two as Batman and Bat Woman. I don't know how to make a utility belt, but we could use fabric paint to draw it on the costumes. The head pieces I can do in black cork. And gloves. I can do gloves with a cuff of black cork. The capes are easy. So? What do you think?"

"It sounds wonderful," said Emily.

Did it?

Spandex? With painted on belts?

"Batman and Bat Woman never worked together in the comics," I pointed out.

"Who cares?" said Mom. They're just costumes for Halloween. I'm not trying to be true to any comic book characters. It's just for fun."

"Okay, fine," I said.

I got my sister away and asked her what she was thinking.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I can't think of anything. I'm too distracted."

"Distracted? By what?" I asked.

"Well duh, Bobby. What do you think your ghost's going to want us to do this year? There's not much left!"

"I thought you didn't believe in the ghost," I said.

"I don't. Except you're right. I can't think of anything else that could make us do what we've done."

"Make us do?" I frowned. "It didn't feel like we were being forced to do anything."

"I wasn't forced," she moaned. "I wanted to do every bit of it. But why? And why only on Halloween? When I think back on what we did, the memory of it is electrifying! I loved it. And I loved you. So why, if it was that special, don't I want to do it every night of the year?"

"Because it's not normal," I sighed. There. It was out. The thing that had bugged me for years was out in the open.

"But don't you see?" she cried. "It was normal, for us. It never felt like I was doing anything pervy or wrong. It just felt like I was loving you the way you should be loved, and you were loving me the way I craved to be loved."

"But you know that nobody else would agree that it was normal," I groaned.

"So? Who cares? It's nobody else's business." She frowned. "Except the ghost, maybe."

"So now you do believe?"

"I believe in us," she said, firmly. "I believe we have something special, something precious."

"Okay, so why the angst about what the ghost ... about what might happen this year?"

She stood, hands on her hips, and stared at me.

"Bobby. I already know I'm going to want it all this year. I'm going to want everything. I'm going to want what married people want."

"Oh," I said. I understood. That was just as firmly in my own mind as it was in hers. I had just assumed she'd be the more sensible of the two of us and tell me that was off the table.

"But we can't get married, Bobby," she said. "And if what happens is what I think is going to happen, and we go off to college, then what? We won't be here the year after that. Does that mean I'll never feel that kind of love again? I can go without during the year. That's not so awful. But the idea that I'll never feel it again makes me want to cry."

"You'll feel it again someday," I said. "You'll meet a guy and fall in love and get married and then you'll feel it every night."

"You're an idiot," she snapped. "Nothing could ever feel like what I felt with you."

"Oh," I said. I felt my shoulders sag.

"That's why I'm so distracted," she said.

"Oh." I seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Suddenly, what kind of costume I wear this year doesn't seem to be all that important," she sighed.

Mom said she had to take measurements to do the super hero costumes. I don't know what Emily's session was like, but mine was very personal. Mom wielded the tape like a pro, stretching it against my body here and wrapping my body parts in it, there. When she got to my hips, she brought the tape together right on top of my cock. I was in my briefs only, by order of the seamstress. She stopped, pressing against my penis with the backs of the fingers holding one end of the tape.

"You have been keeping that in your pants, haven't you?" she asked, casually. She gave a little extra push against my manhood.

"Mom!" I gasped. Apparently the ghost affected people other than my sister and me.

"Well? Em said you've been having some issues with forceful girls."

"My sister spies on me?" I squeaked.

"Your sister loves you," said my mother. "I do, too. The last thing you need is some clingy, desperate girl roping you before you can fulfill your destiny in life."

"And what's my destiny in life?" I asked. Her fingers were still pinching the tape, still pressing against my meat.

"Find the right woman, get married, and give me as many grandchildren as Emily will," said my mother. She seemed to shake off a daze and removed her fingers.

"And some desperate high school girl can't do that?"

"Don't joke, Bobby. You need to get married for the right reasons, not just because some girl needs a husband."

"I'm keeping it in my pants," I said.

"Good." She sighed. "Your father sure isn't."

"What?!" I gasped. "Dad's cheating on you?"

"No, of course not," she said. She cocked her head. "Well, if he is, then he's the man in this family that needs a super hero outfit. He's been hornier than ever. Ever since we moved into this house he can't keep his hands off me."

"I'm not sure you're supposed to be talking to me about this," I said.

"Why not? You're a man, or soon will be. You need to understand how being a man can affect the woman you love."

"So you want him to back off?"

"I didn't say that," she said. "I need to get things done, though, and if he didn't volunteer at the Veterans of Foreign Wars, I might never get anything done."

"I've been meaning to mention that," I said. "Why does he volunteer there? He was never in the military."

"He says it's to honor the young men who lived in our house and who died for our country," said Mom. "They're delighted to have him. I take it they don't have much of a head for business. He's revamped their books and showed them where they're wasting money. Now he's doing home visits with vets who don't have a retirement plan. He's advising them on how to maximize their income."

Now I was sure the ghost was working on more people in the house than Em and me.

Worrying about it wouldn't stop October 31st from getting here. Mom's costumes were actually pretty cool, if a little amateurish. The spandex was amazing. As soon as I tried mine on my mother asked me if I still had my jock strap.

"You definitely need that this year," she said, casually.

Emily wasn't happy that her bra showed clearly through the tight material. She complained that it destroyed the lines.

"Band-Aids," said Mom.

"What?"

"Put those cute, circular bandages over your nipples. No bra to spoil the lines of the suit and your nipples won't embarrass you."

"Who are you?" asked my sister. "What have you done with my mother?"

"I was young once, too," said Mom. "And I wanted to wear a risque outfit myself, a time or two."

"Too much information!" yelped Emily, covering her ears.

"You're sexy and you know it," laughed Mom. "Why do you think I insist Bobby goes with you to these dances? You need somebody along to make sure you stay out of trouble."

I was pretty sure Emily was thinking, 'If only you knew, Mother. If only you knew.'

"Bobby's a stick in the mud," sniffed my sister. "If some boy wants to dance slow with me, Bobby taps in."

"Good for Bobby," said Mom.

"So, Band-Aids for my nipples. What about the panty lines?"

"A girl your age showing no nipples might just have on a built-in bra," said Mom. "A girl your age showing no panty lines is a slut."

"I'm not a slut," said Emily.

"I know that." Mom frowned. "There might be an answer, but I'm loath to discuss it with you."

"What answer?"

Mom dithered.

"Well, you are seventeen, almost a woman. I suppose it won't make the Earth shatter."

"What, Mom?"

"A thong," sighed Mom. "It will need to be the right one, with just a string across the back. But it will also need to be at least a little modest in the front ... not too thin. I'll have to take you shopping over in Baldwin."

Nobody seemed to notice I was standing there the whole time this conversation took place.

I thanked the ghost, silently, in my head.

I hoped things would work a little differently this year. I hoped we might be able to speed things up a little. I hoped Emily would model her new thong for me before Halloween.

But the ghost was consistent.

"Hi," I said, when she got back to her room. She dumped several bags on her bed. She and Mom obviously bought more than just a thong.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I was waiting for you. I hoped you'd model your new underwear for me."

"It's in that bag right over there, if you want to see it," she teased.

"I want to see it on you," I complained.

"And I suppose that's all you want me to wear."

"Bingo."

She looked at the front of my pants. My cock was interested, but not hard.

"You'll get to see it on Halloween," she said.

"Don't you have just the teensiest urge to do things when it isn't Halloween?" I asked.

"Like right now?"

"Yes."

"Of course I do." She came over to me, embraced me and kissed me. It was a sizzler. Then she pushed me away. "But I can control myself."

"Haven't I always controlled myself?" I asked.

"Yes, but I think it was the ghost doing the controlling, not you."

"So now you really believe in the ghost?" I was taunting her, which was counterproductive, if I wanted things to be speeding up.

"I told you. I believe in us. I think the ghost does, too. It feels stronger this year than it ever has. I know the ghost is going to be happy on Halloween. I also know I'm going to be happy. The last thing in the world I want to do is disappoint either the ghost or you, and if we don't do things the way Mister Ghost wants us to, he may haunt us in an entirely different way. Just be patient."

She waltzed over to me. It was only five feet but she managed to put a heck of a lot of sway into her hips. She didn't hug me, but bent at the waist to put her lips right beside my ear.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "I'm going to fuck your balls off after the dance."

She shooed me out of the room.

The ghost allowed her a little further tease as I left.

She reached, found my now rock hard penis, and gave it a little squeeze.

She didn't kiss me or tease me or make veiled references to Halloween again. It was like the ghost said, "Okay. You sparred a little. Now you just keep training, so you're ready for the main event."

"Training," of course, meant trying to see how quickly I could get hard again after cumming. I masturbated that month like a mad monkey.

I got it down to eight minutes, once, and then decided I didn't want to risk breaking it before I got a chance to actually use it.

I couldn't help but wonder if Em was feeling the same stuff. In years past, that wouldn't have happened until Halloween day. That was the day, in years past, when we took our clothes off in front of each other, or "helped" each other get dressed. This year was different, somehow. This year the ghost was letting me feel things much sooner. If it was the same for Emily, she really was better at controlling herself. I know I stared at her a lot that October. The only evidence that I saw that she might be excited was that she didn't wear a bra as much as she had in the past. If she was at home, and wasn't going to be seen in public, she went without a bra. I saw her nipples a lot. They helped me 'train' before I slacked off on that idea.

We both knew the ghost was exerting influence on us. There were very overt things that made it clear the ghost was going to have his way with us. He wanted us to think about that, to be excited, to be in a high state of anticipation. What we didn't realize was that there was something he didn't want us to think about.

Not once before October 31st did either of us even think about condoms.

I saw the costumes in Mom's sewing room, but they were just empty shells, very two dimensional in a three dimensional world. Emily tried on her costume, of course, but I wasn't allowed to see her in it. Actually, I suppose she suffered the same frustration when Mom had me try on my costume. Assuming she was hot to see me in it.

When I tried on the body suit part of it the first time it took a little bit just to get into it. It was like trying to put on gloves that got sweaty and then dried out. They're a little small until your hands stretch them out again. Once I got everything in place, it felt like I was being hugged over every inch of my body. Mom ran her fingertips over my pecs and sighed.

"When did my little boy get so buff?" she murmured.

Hearing my mother use the word "buff" was strange enough, but then she knelt and brushed her hand over my groin, cupping my bulge.

"Yes, you definitely have to wear your jockey strap with this. They'll kick you out of the dance if you don't."

"Mom!" I moaned. "You're touching me!"

She leaned back and removed her hand.

"Don't be a baby about it," she said. "Some day, if it hasn't already happened, some girl is going to do that to you and you'll be very happy she did."

"I was hoping it would be somebody other than my mother," I objected.

She laughed! She actually laughed, and it was a belly laugh, too. Then, as if she had a switch inside her, she stopped laughing.

"So. Jockey strap for certain, right? Now, let's see about the hood and gloves. I'm not worried about the cape."

Halloween finally came. I had almost constant erections, now. Emily still didn't say anything, but I noticed she was really distracted all the time. She must not have been sleeping well, because she even got detention in school for falling asleep in class. It was old Mrs. Engle's World History class, which was as dry as she was. She looked like she was in her seventies and every bit of life had been sucked out of her and packed into the lessons she taught. I never met another person who was so lacking in a sense of humor as she was.

Emily had never had detention in her whole life and she was mortified. So I went and stayed in detention with her. I found out later that if the teacher hadn't been there the whole time I would have gotten fucked ahead of the ghost's time schedule. She said that on that day, when I came in the room and said I was going to sit with her through her embarrassment, she knew she'd never turn me away as a lover. Not even if she got married.

Of course I didn't know that, then. All I knew was that she burst into tears and I thought it was because she was so embarrassed for me to see her like that. I kept telling her it was okay, but she didn't stop crying like Mom had stopped laughing.

Anyway, Halloween finally came. I didn't get to see her naked as we got dressed. That's because Mom and Dad wanted to see us in our outfits together. They always took pictures, but usually it was when we were trying things on. They usually had somewhere to go, just like we did. This year, though, they waited to see us ready to go, so we couldn't get dressed together. If we had been able to get naked before the dance, I'm absolutely positive that Emily would have gone to the dance with her pussy full of my spunk.

So I didn't get to see her in her costume any sooner than Dad did. I got dressed first, and when I came out, and stood there, full of angst, he looked at me and sighed.

"You really outdid yourself this year, Darling," he said.

"I'm rather proud of it, myself," said Mom, beaming.

Emily didn't appear for ten more minutes. She wasn't full of angst. She was proud of how she looked.

"Good Lord," gasped Dad. "It's practically pornographic!"

I agreed. Em's breasts thrust against the tight material, which couldn't confine them. The tips were smooth, but my imagination filled in the missing details. I looked at where the material also hugged her most female part. That gap that some women have was obvious. Again, it was smooth, but I could easily imagine the puffy, pale lips that I had penetrated with my tongue, the year before.

"Nonsense," said Mom. "She's simply a young woman in the blush of femininity."

"She can't go out in public in that," said Dad. "There will be a riot!"

"You're so sweet," said Mom, "but don't embarrass her. I think it's perfect! Don't they look just precious together?"

I felt the jock I had worn stretch, under the spandex that was also confining my penis. I avoided looking down, but even if I had, I don't think either of my parents would have noticed. Their complete attention was on their daughter.

The utility belts I thought would look stupid painted on didn't look stupid at all. Mom had found this paint for use on fabrics and when she'd put it on, the outlines stood proud in three dimensions. The "implements" on the "belts" had been done in multiple colors, with the outlines in a gold color, but with other parts in silver, gray, and black. It looked fake, but cool at the same time.

Emily whirled and held up her cape with one hand to cover the exposed part of her face. Her lips were dark, almost maroon, where she'd put lipstick on.

"Beware, evil-doers," she rasped. "You shall not avoid justice this night!"

"I'm not worried about justice," said Dad. "There's something else I hope can be avoided, though."

"You're so silly," said Mom, hugging him from behind. "Bobby will be with her all night. She's perfectly safe."

"Tomorrow you put that on," said our father, "and you'll see how unsafe things can be."

"Daddy, get a room," giggled the voice of my sister, coming from the image of a super heroine.

"Just make sure you don't get one tonight," said Dad.

"I can't wait until you walk me down the aisle," said Bat Woman. "You'll be a wreck."

"I will," said Dad. "I freely admit it."

"Now, off with you," said Mom. "You don't want to be late or everybody will stare at you when you get there."

"Trust me, Honey," said Dad. "Everybody's going to stare at them anyway."

We strolled down the street, headed for the school.

"Wanna go in the bushes before we get there?" I asked, hopefully.

"Yes, but it would be cold," she said. "And it would take too long to get dressed again."

I knew she was ready, and my bulge, when we got to the dance, was pretty obvious.

Nobody looked at me, though.

Everybody was too busy staring at Emily.

They knew who we were, of course. Her friends flocked around her, oohing and ahhing and, I'm sure, teasing her.

My friends came up to me, too, but it wasn't to talk about my costume.

"It must be pure torture living with her," said Scott Brown. "I bet it's boner central at your house."

"Watch it!" I growled.

"I'm just sayin'," he said, unrepentant.

"I'd be a wreck," said Jerry Simms. He was Julie's younger brother.

"You live with a hottie, too," I said.

"Not like that," he said. "You know, you broke her heart when you didn't go out with her again."

"I did not," I scoffed.

"She had all these dreams of being your girlfriend in your senior year and then marrying you."

"Which is why I didn't go out with her again," I said.

"I get it," he said, cheerfully. "I wouldn't want to be married to her, either."

"Well duh," said Rude Biggs. His real name was Evinrude, but everybody just called him Rude. He preferred it that way. He said his parents were high when they named him. That was supposed to be a joke but you had to wonder.

"I could imagine being married to Emily, though," said Jerry.

"She's going to college," I said. "You can marry her after that."

"Promise?" he said, still staring at Emily. "She'd be worth waiting for."

"Come on, guys," I groaned. "I don't want to hear about how horny you all are for my sister."

"Sorry, Man," said Jerry. "You look pretty cool, too."

"Thanks," I said. The band kicked off a rock and roll song then and everybody dispersed to find dance partners. Emily was mobbed by eager, horny boys.

I didn't get even one dance with my sister that night. I was steadily approached by girls who asked me to dance, but the atmosphere was different this year. I already had the reputation of a guy who didn't want a girlfriend because I was going to college. The girls who asked me to dance just liked me. I did get a few bodies pressed tightly to my spandex, though.

They had a contest every year for best costumes, one for a guy and one for a girl. The award usually went to someone who did all the extras to look like a real zombie, or a girl who had put hairy warts on her face to make her witch costume look extra real. We'd been in the running when we were Raggedy Ann and Andy, but we hadn't won.

Tonight we won. Emily was all smiles and giddy. I hadn't felt self-conscious all night. Even when a girl "bumped" my bulge, I didn't feel awkward. But standing on the stage while people gawked and clapped got to me. I glanced at Em and, to my horror, I felt my penis start to stiffen. There was nothing I could do about it, though, without drawing even more attention to it, so I just gritted my teeth and tried to think of something icky or painful. The "ceremony" was short, though, and we got off the stage to be congratulated in person.

Denise Crenshaw came up to me. She was dressed as Cinderella, down to the missing slipper. I had taken her out three times because she didn't push things.

"I really like you," she said, "but I think I hate your sister."

She grinned.

"Kidding," she said. "You guys deserve it. How do you always arrive in such cool costumes?"

"My mom loves to sew," I said. "It would hurt her feelings if she didn't get to participate."

"Well, don't hurt her feelings," said Denise.

"This is the last year she'll make us a costume," I said.

"There will be Halloween parties in college," she said.

"I guess so," I said.

She drifted off and I looked for Em. We'd gotten separated when we left the stage. I felt someone goose me from behind and I whirled to find Bat Woman laughing.

"Let's go," she said.

"It's still early," I said. It was nine-thirty and the dance always went until ten.

"I can't wait any longer. If we don't leave the front of my suit will show a stain."

"What?"

She leaned to whisper in my ear.

"I'm soaked, Bobby. "I'm wet down there. All I can think about is what I want to do when we get home."

"Gimme a minute," I said.

I waited for a fast dance and then asked Denise to dance. I promptly 'turned my ankle' and went down in a heap. Emily was, for once, standing by the punch bowl, not dancing, and she rushed to 'my aid'. I got up and put an arm around her, hobbling in an obvious manner.

"I'd better get you home," said Emily, loudly.

"He can't walk all that way," said Rude. He knew we walked to and from school all the time.

A teacher showed up to investigate. He had me sit down and felt my ankle. I winced in what I hoped was a convincing manner.

Another teacher showed up. It was Mrs. Bradshaw, the math teacher. They discussed things and decided I didn't need an ambulance. That was good, because a real doctor would have known in no time that I was faking it.

"I'll give them a ride home," she said.

And so, for our last Halloween in high school, we didn't have to brave the cold as we hurried to do naughty things together at home.

I hobbled up the steps to the front door, helped by Emily and Mrs. Bradshaw.

"If it gets worse, he needs to be seen at the ER," counseled Mrs. Bradshaw.

"I'll keep him off of it until our parents get home," promised Em.

"Pack it in ice, too," said the teacher.

"Will do," said Emily.

As soon as the door closed I stood firmly on both feet. That was good because Emily slammed into me, hugging me tightly. She kissed me and I heard the material of her mask rubbing against mine.

"Thank you," she gushed. "I couldn't wait even one more minute."

She pulled me to her room and then said, "Wait! Don't move!"

Our suits had zippers down the back. She reached under her cape and I heard the zip whiz. She pulled it down to the tops of her breasts, but didn't take her arms out. I saw a bulge appear over her right breast and then it moved to her left one. The bulge withdrew as she pulled her hand out. I heard the zip sound again and she stood, hands on her hips, her breasts thrust out.

Her nipples were hard and obvious as the stretchy material displayed their shape.

"I wanted to be like this for you all night," she said. "I can't take the thong off without getting undressed, and once I get undressed I'm not going to get dressed again until morning. Maybe I'll put the suit on later without the thong so you can see my wet pussy through it."

I was awestruck by her plain speech. The ghost was in overdrive, tonight.

"You're beautiful," I sighed. "But even if your nipples had showed I wouldn't have gotten to see them. I never got to dance with you."

"I know," she said, "but I was thinking of you with every boy I danced with."

"Are we really gonna do this?" I asked.

"Oh yes. We're going to do it more than once, Bobby." She struck a pose. "To the Bat Loft, Batman!"

"Bat Loft?"

"I made us a bed in the attic," she said. "Come on! I can't wait!"

We ran upstairs and into the dim attic. She had unscrewed two of the three lights. The bed consisted of two foam camping pads, covered by three or four blankets. I looked up to see her cape flutter to the floor. As I worked on my own cape ties I heard her zipper whiz again. She sat on the floor to get the legs off. Still sitting, she pulled the thong off, and I got a clear view of her glistening pussy lips. Getting the suits off was easier than putting them on but I was way behind when she bounced up, naked except for her hood, with its bat ears. I felt my cock lurch and was afraid I might shoot just from looking at her.

She scurried behind me and I felt my zip being lowered.

"Hurry!" she panted as I pulled my arms out of the sleeves. She went to the front and jerked the material down, exposing my bulging jock strap. Her fingernails almost scraped me as she pulled the front of that down. Her head darted forward like a bird spearing a worm and she deep throated my erection. She didn't stay on long, though. She pulled off and looked up.

"I don't want you to cum in my mouth tonight. I want it somewhere else."

"Stop!" I gasped. "I'm gonna shoot if you say another word!"

She calmed a little and tugged my legs down. I had to sit on the floor like she had to get everything off my feet. When the fabric finally came free she crawled to the bed and flopped onto her back, legs spread, knees bent, arms out.

"Pleeease, Bobby," she whined. "I need you in me now!"

There was no foreplay. Foreplay gets you ready to have sex, and we were both already ready. We both watched as she gripped my prong and brought it to lips that had never felt something like this part them.

I slid in.

She groaned.

I blew my nut before our pubes even meshed.

Thanks to my lucky stars ... or maybe the ghost ... I didn't go all the way soft. I lost the diamond hardness that had been there when I skewered her, but I was still thick enough to stretch her and long enough to massage whatever a vagina likes to have massaged. I stayed deep, still trying to push, and her hands came to make my hips move. I realized she was getting her clitty mashed so I helped her help me.

It was then, as I stared down at her passion-filled face, that something in my peripheral vision drew my eyes to one side.

There maybe two feet away from us was an amorphous blob of shimmering pale ... something ... and my overwhelmed mind realized that Ghost had actually manifested in the corporeal world. He was there ... with us ... hovering. As my startled eyes tried to make sense of what I was seeing, it oozed towards us and surrounded our bodies.

"Em!" I gasped, but she was oblivious to what was happening.

She came fast and hard. I don't think she's ever cum that fast, before or since, and her body couldn't decide what to do as it happened. First her legs wrapped around me and squeezed until I was afraid she'd break something. Then her arms and legs flopped out beside her, limp. Her hips lurched up and her head came up so far it almost hit mine.

"If you ever stop doing this I'll kill you!" she gasped.

Then it was hug, and go limp again, until finally her hands came to my shoulders.

I couldn't see Ghost any longer. The mist had dissipated, or something. Maybe it had sunk into our bodies.

"I love you so much," she panted. "I'll never love another man as much as I love you."

I wanted to shoot again, hearing those words, but I couldn't. It hadn't been eight minutes, yet. To be honest, as hard as I came, it would probably take a lot longer than eight minutes to recharge, even with Ghost inside my body.

And that's when I thought about condoms, and what I'd filled her nubile, fertile body with.

"We forgot the condom!" I gasped.

"I don't care," she said. "It was worth it." She pulled my face down for a kiss, but it was a short one. When I lifted my head she said, "I didn't know you even got any condoms."

"I didn't," I panted. "I forgot, or something."

"No, the ghost didn't want any condoms."

Had she seen it? Had his presence registered in her brain while we mated? Was he still here, inside us? I didn't sense anything inimical in the attic, or inside me. If Ghost really had inhabited our bodies, it wasn't to cause any horror. I didn't feel threatened in any way.

"I used to like the ghost, but now I'm pissed at him," I huffed. "He may have just gotten you pregnant."

"If anybody got me pregnant it's you, not him, and besides, this is an okay time for this to happen."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Otherwise I'd have thought of the condom. And anyway, the ghost doesn't want me pregnant. He wants me to marry you."

"You can't marry me," I pointed out.

"I know that, and you know that, but to the ghost we're just the two lovers he has chosen to finish his unfinished business."

"You mean his whole thing is to get us married?"

"Like he never got to," she said.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

"It just feels right," she said. "You and I would never have done the things we've done if we hadn't moved here. Am I right?"

"I guess so. It's hard to imagine anything happening other than what has happened."

"The proof is in the rest of the year. We could always remember what we did, and we loved it, but we didn't have the overwhelming urge to do it any day except Halloween. Maybe he's not strong enough to affect us on any other night."

"Come on. You know ghosts and goblins and all that stuff is just fiction," I said. I kept thinking about that cloud of something that had surrounded us. I was beginning to think it had been in my imagination. Maybe it was the product of a lust-fogged mind. Maybe my synapses had been overloaded by my own passion. It had happened while I was intent only on making things happen for Em. Was that what Ghost wanted more than anything else? To create happiness and sexual release in his lover?

"What happened to you? You used to try to convince me the ghost existed. Now it's reversed."

"I wanted something to blame it all on," I said. "Otherwise I'm a pervert who molests his sister."

"You've never molested me," she said. "You're not molesting me now. We love each other and neither of us has ever forced the other to do a single thing."

"I know that, but it doesn't make me feel any better."

"Are you sorry we did what we just did?"

"No," I said, firmly.

"Good, because I want to do it again. When will you be able to?"

"I have no idea," I sighed. "You feel so good under me I don't want to get off."

"I'll suck your dick," she teased.

"You don't say things like that," I complained.

"The ghost made me do it," she said.

I rolled off and she got up to do exactly what she'd said she'd do. I stopped her.

"Wait. I have to tell you something. I think I saw something."

"Saw something? Where?"

"Here, next to us. Around us."

I described the iridescent cloud, and what it had done.

She didn't laugh at me.

"If he was here, if he was able to finish his business, then I'm glad. If the ghost is what caused us to do all this, then I wish him well and hope he can move on to wherever happy ghosts go."

"Really?" I said.

"Really," she said. "Now, I have something to do. I don't know if the ghost wants me to, but I know I want to."

She moved to my penis and took it into her mouth. She sucked lovingly, and she had it hard again within five minutes of putting her mouth on it.

She got on top.

"I saw a video of this and want to try it," she said.

"You watched porn?" This was a night of revelations.

"At a sleepover at Gina Whitworth's house," she said. "There are other positions I want to try, too."

She groaned again when she sank down on me, but I didn't shoot this time. The edge was worn off and I spent my time looking at her gorgeous nudity instead of thinking about cumming. I reached for her breasts and she let all the weight of her upper body crush them into my hands. This leaned her forward and she started jerking her hips forward and back, fast and hard.

"Gonna cum!" she whined.

I felt it happen. Everything got tight inside her and then it loosened and it got tight again. It kept doing that as she gurgled and moaned and made noises that, if I didn't know what she was doing, would convince me she needed an ambulance.

She sat up straight and reached to rub her clit.

"I want one like this with you just in me, stretching me, but not moving," she said.

I decided Ghost hadn't moved on, yet. I decided he was still there. That's because no matter what we did, I knew what to do. I knew how to treat her to squeeze orgasms out of her body.

The ghost was innovative, that night. He taught us doggy style. He taught her how to sit on me with her back to my face and lean back. Then she moved her butt on my abdomen. She said that made my cock rub her right between her navel and pussy hair. She tapped her flat abdomen when she said that. Later she said the orgasm that caused was warm and buttery, instead of electric and zingy.

I licked her pussy and she squealed through an electric/zingy orgasm. As I moved up her knees caught on my shoulders and I kept going until she was folded double. It was in that position, as I slowly plumbed her velvety depths, that I felt the urge to cum a second time.

"I want to cum," I panted.

"Okay," she said.

"I want to cum inside you."

"I want that, too."

"Are you sure you won't get pregnant?"

She reached around my arms to grip my head.

"I want you to cum in me, Bobby. Stop arguing and just do it."

With a groan I felt the sweet release of my body fluids transferring into her body.

I was pretty sure Ghost was smiling.

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