8 comments/ 71096 views/ 22 favorites Being Ashley Olsen By: lucy camden bizarre story in which a man discovers he's dead and eventually takes over ashley's body (don't worry, mary kate's in it too) Normally, I woke up at seven when my alarm went off. This particular morning, though, I didn't wake up at seven, I got up at six. I got up at six, I didn't wake up. Because I was dead. I didn't realize it at first. Like that guy in the movie Ghost, I just sort of left my body without realizing that I'd done so. It didn't dawn on me until I went into the bathroom to take my morning piss and realized that I didn't have to go. And then I noticed that I didn't have my usual (and painful) hardon. I just stood there in front of the toilet with my dick hanging there limp and zestless, like it was....well, dead. "Wow," I said as I stared down at my poor lifeless equipment, "I'm dead, man." You'd think that this news would disappoint a guy, and I guess it did to a certain degree; after all, only people with serious mental or emotional problems (or both) actually want to be dead. But I wasn't as disappointed as I thought I would be. For one thing, my life had kind of sucked anyway, so there was that relief element going on. But in addition to that, I realized that I could now move on to an entirely new level of experience. Actually, I had no choice, but that's beside the point. The point is that I could choose to either enjoy it or become one of those sad sack ghosts that wander around and rattle chains and moan and bitch about how messed up it is to be a ghost. I was going to make the best of being dead. Especially if I had the kinds of abilities I suspected I did. I turned and went back into my living room, stopped and looked at myself, my body, laying still on the sofa where I'd left it. I'd turned sort of bluish. It was a shame; I'd probably just lay there like that for a few days until someone smelled me rotting. I didn't have a very strong support network. I looked around the living room as if I needed to be sure I had my wallet and my keys, a habit I obviously hadn't lost, then started for the door. I had to remind myself that I was dead and didn't have to worry about unnecessary things like doors and walls anymore. I went back through the living room and headed straight for the wall, passing through it effortlessly. Suddenly I was in the Fitts's apartment. Rickey and Janie Fitts, the young couple that had moved in about two months ago. And kept me up late at night with the passionate noises of their lovemaking. Woke me up in the morning sometimes, too, an occurrence that used to annoy the shit out of me. Now, though, I was hoping that it would work in my favor. I went through the living room and into their bedroom. There they were, still asleep, Rickey flat on his back with Janie cuddled up to him. Good. Perfect arrangement, at least for now. I checked the clock on Rickey's nightstand. Ten minutes to seven. Hmm. Should I wait until their alarm went off? What if they didn't get up until noon? Or if they were the type to go rushing around in a panic as they got ready for work? What if the alarm never went off? Clearly, I couldn't leave events up to fate. Fate had already fucked me pretty well lately. I went over to the side of the bed and stared down at Rickey and Janie. I thought about what I was going to do, wondering if I could really do it. Not if I could bring myself to do it, but wondering if it was actually possible? Well, no way to know but to give it a try. I crawled onto the bed (noting, incidentally, how I could pick and choose what I passed through and what I didn't; neat trick) and laid down, arranging my body in the same position and in the same place as Rickey's. And there I was, just like Deadman in the comics, being able to slip into another person's body. Inside Rickey Fitts's body. With Janie cuddled up to me. She had soft tits. Huge, too. One was pressed up against my (Rickey's) chest like a warm pillow. Her head was nestled between my shoulder and my ear and her arm was draped over my stomach. I could smell her scent, a combination of skin, baby powder,and some kind of perfume. She smelled fantastic. My left arm was under her neck and had gone numb. I moved it around a little bit, accomplishing the twofold task of getting some of the feeling back and waking Janie up. She mumbled something and snuggled closer to me. She slid one leg over mine and now I could feel her cunt pressing against my hip. Jesus, Rickey was a lucky asshole. I wasn't going to let her go back to sleep, of course. I put my other arm around her and embraced her, kissed the top of her head, then gently rolled her onto her back. Janie gave up a lazy moan and opened her eyes again. She looked up at me but saw her boyfriend looking back at her with hungry eyes. She smiled. "Let me guess," she said in her soft sexy voice. "You wanna do it, right?" "Yeah," I said. I didn't think I needed to say anything else, especially since my cock was hard as steel and pressing against her hip. And long as a fucking telephone pole. Rickey really was a lucky asshole. "Tell me," Janie said. "I wanna make love to you," I said. "You wanna make love to me? Or you wanna fuck me?" I could tell by the tone of her voice what my answer should be. "I wanna fuck you," I said. Janie moaned again, sounding pleased, and kissed me. I returned her kiss and started to feel her tits, thinking that I was in for a bout of foreplay before we got down to the really important business, but Janie had other ideas. As soon as we got started she reached down and gripped my cock in her warm soft hand and brought it right up to her cunt. That was no problem for me, though. I was the kind of guy who could do foreplay all day long (or at least I had been, before I died), but if Janie Burnham wanted to get plugged without all the fanfare, I was more than willing to oblige her. I pushed forward, slowly but inexorably, entering her. Janie gasped, took in a sharp breath, and I pushed further into her. I could feel the interior folds of her cunt seeming to embrace my cock. For a chick who regularly slept with a guy who was hung like a horse, she was surprisingly tight. Janie gasped again, as if in pain, but then she sighed and kissed my shoulder as I slid the rest of the way into her body. I held her tightly as I fucked her, slowly and gently, kissing her face as I moved my cock in and out of her cunt. I made love to her this way for long luxurious minutes, letting the time pass as it would. Her body quivered delicately as I fucked her, a soft moan pouring from her throat with each thrust. She tensed beneath me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, and she murmured, "Yes, oh yes...." as her young body shuddered with orgasm. I continued to fuck her, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts now, driving myself into her. Janie hugged me tightly and moved with me, moaning and whispering, "Yes, Rickey, yes... yes....I love you...." until she came once more. After her second orgasm I slowed down again, almost stopping, and within another moment I felt my own orgasm approaching. I kissed her again, held her face against my chest and pushed into her one last time, then felt the excruciating pleasure as I came inside of her. I'd like to say that I just laid there afterward, reveling in the knowledge that I'd just gotten some ass off of Janie Burnham, but I let her boyfriend do that (along with wondering how the hell he'd managed to fuck his girlfriend and not even wake up). I left Rickey's body and drifted back over to my own apartment, delighted with my new power. It sucked that I had to die to get it, but still. I could go around screwing whatever girl I wanted now! All I had to do was enter the body of a boyfriend or husband or brother and BAM!, the chick was mine. I started out with the girls I knew that I'd always wanted to go to bed with and yet never had the chance to. There was Stephanie Grant, that cute little blonde that lived on the fifth floor; I had to be her dopey, tinydicked husband for almost an hour. Then there was Eliza Dawson, a tiny Eurasian girl that worked at the factory I worked at (or did work at, back when I was among the living); she was only four feet eleven and maybe weighed about ninety five pounds, and her husband was about six and a half feet tall and over two hundred and twenty, which meant that, for safety reasons, she was on top (she didn't want to end up like me). And there was Lorrie Canfield, another sweet young blonde that I discovered was a wildcat in bed but treated her boyfriend (and my best friend Dave) like crap afterward. And Shannon, the barista at the coffeeshop across the street from my former apartment building; she had a thing for playing rape games with her husband that was, in the end, just plain sad. There were many other girls, too, girls that worked at the bank, girls that worked at the supermarket, girls just walking down the street minding their own business. It was amazing. I was getting more pussy in the afterlife than I ever possibly could have gotten when I was still breathing. Which reminds me: they did finally find my body, about a week after I died. Turned out I'd had a brain tumor the size of a bowling ball and didn't even know it. I went to my own funeral, saw my mom and dad, my brother Allen, and my baby sister Bridget. Bridget cried so hard, the sweetie. I went home in her boyfriend Tom's body and comforted the hell out of her. I couldn't help it, my sister's a hottie. My mom was kinda hot too, but I just couldn't go there. I probably would have just gone on screwing girls indiscriminately forever if it hadn't been for Edwin. He was this totally nerdy dude who lived next door to a girl named Teresa or Tammy or something like that. Teresa or Tammy had a boyfriend named Jeff, whose body I was inhabiting at the time. Jeff and I had just gotten finished boffing the crud out of Teresa or Tammy, and I was actually getting ready to leave, to just float right the fuck through the bedroom window, when I heard Jeff say, "Jesus, that guy next door still has his tv too loud." Which was true, Edwin had his television on pretty loud; you could hear the canned laughter coming through the wall as if Teresa, Tammy and Jeff had a live audience. It had been going on all through their lovemaking, and had even started to get on my nerves. Jeff pounded on the wall and shouted, "Turn that shit down!" but of course Edwin just ignored him. Jeff was practically shaking with frustration and barely contained rage, but you could tell he didn't think there was anything more that he could do, especially since Teresa or Tammy or Tanya or whatever was telling him, "Just calm down, Jeffy Weffy, it's not that big a deal." But it was a big deal, and I decided to do something about it. Noisy neighbors had always annoyed the fuck out of me when I'd been alive, and besides, I figured I owed Jeffy Weffy a fairly huge favor even if he didn't know it. So I just made a U turn and floated right on into Edwin's apartment. And there he was, Edwin The Fat Lazy Fuck, sitting on his sofa with a bag of potato chips and a bottle of Faygo, stuffing his face and watching the tv that he'd strategically placed right up against his neighbor's bedroom wall and turned up to full volume. The guy had to be deaf to be listening to it that loud. The inconsiderate lump of lard. But that was okay, I had a solution for him. I went right over to him and jumped into his overstuffed and sagging frame, then got up and went over to the television. I turned it down to a decent level, thinking to myself that Edwin was only going to be enjoying this new development in his life for about ten seconds before he and I both took a dive out of his tenth floor window. But then I noticed what show he was watching. So Little Time, starring the Olsen Twins. Mmmm, the Olsen Twins. I decided to spare Edwin's life for a little while. At least until the show was over. So we sat down and ate potato chips and drank Faygo and watched the episode where Manuelo gets all bitchy and crybaby because the Carlsons left him out of the family photo that he didn't deserve to be in in the first place. A good show, very funny, and those twins, jeez, they were so damned cute. I always had a hardon by the time the credits started to roll. Except this time I didn't. That is, Edwin didn't. He was just sitting there in his sloth, staring at the boob tube (staring at the Olsen Twins' boobs on the tube) while his own tube stayed as soft as a summer breeze. I couldn't believe it. What was wrong with this man? He wasn't blind, for crying out loud. Was he gay (not that there's anything wrong with that)? Did he despise our American way of life? I made him get up and ransack his apartment for any signs that he might be linked to terrorist organizations, but all I found was a stack of porn videos and a blonde love doll dressed up to look like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was the love doll that convinced me not to send him out the window and hurtling toward a fat and lonely death. At least he had some taste. I left Edwin's apartment mostly in disgust, but with an idea: I would go to Los Angeles and find out where the Olsen Twins lived, and inhabit the bodies of whoever was fucking them (I just knew they fucked, and with any luck they'd be into threesomes). Okay, I've mentioned before that I float places. I don't fly, I float. Just like ghosts are supposed to do. Float through walls, float through the air. I can hover too. But flying is definitely not part of the state of being dead, nor is astral projection. So it takes a long time to go a long distance. Just like in the world of the living, only not as tiring. The problem, of course, is that if you're floating to your destination instead of simply catching a ride on some form of transportation, it can get pretty fucking boring. I don't recommend it when you've got a long way to go, so when you end up dead (and you will) and if you become a ghost (you might), don't bother floating when you can take the train. Another limitation of being a ghost is you really can't tell that much more about people than you did before you died. You can't see into their souls or discern the color of their auras or anything like that. And you don't just automatically know where anybody lives. You gotta find them just like a breather would have to do. So when I floated off the train at the L.A. station, the first thing I did was head for a phone book. Unfortunately, the Olsen Twins weren't listed (stuck up little brats) so I had to figure out some other way of discovering their whereabouts. I wracked my ethereal brain for several minutes without coming up with even one solution, then jumped into the body of a man in a business suit who was waiting for the 12:05. I turned to the nearest person, which turned out to be a very lovely young girl standing next to him, and said, "Excuse me, but how would I find out where the Olsen Twins live?" The girl looked up at me (I was in a relatively tall man's body and the girl couldn't have been more than five two), squinted her eyes, and said, "The Olsen Twins? Why would you want to know where the Olsen Twins live?" Of course, only a girl would say that. "Just tell me, please," I said. The girl clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes and said, "Well, I guess if you had to know, you could get one of those maps of the stars' homes." A brilliant and surprisingly simple idea! I smiled at the lovely young girl and said, "Thank you, dear, I'll try that." Then I reached out and grabbed one of her tits and gave it a grateful little squeeze. The girl reacted with an expected yelp and slap of the hand, but then cried out, "Dad!" I floated out of there as quickly as I could and went to the nearest news stand. There was a whole stack of maps of the stars' homes and I picked one up and looked through it (ignoring the shocked expression of the news vendor). And there it was! The Olsen Twins' house! Marked with a litte star and the names Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen above it! I swallowed the resentment I'd always felt over Mary Kate getting top billing over the more attractive Ashley (come on, you can't tell them apart?), made a mental note of their location (they lived in Malibu, just like in their TV show), and started floating straight for their house. Their house wasn't hard to find at all; not only did I have the map, but there was that Ghost Of A Serious Acting Career hanging around outside, wailing and weeping. The Ghost of A Porn Career Future was there too, but so far he was just looming. I floated down through the roof and found myself in a large bedroom decorated in pink and white, with a large canopied double bed covered with a white comforter and populated with a crowd of stuffed animals. The walls were adorned with nature paintings and family photos, and the closet door had a poster of the Olsen Twins tacked to it. It was from their film Our Lips Are Sealed, and they were wearing their bikini tops and hawaiian skirts and beaming at the camera with their arms around each other's waists. Totally gorgeous. Except someone had taken a magic marker and drawn fangs hanging from Mary Kate's mouth. This had to be Ashley's room. As soon as I made that determination the bedroom door opened and Ashley came in. My heart would have stopped if it had still been beating. She was wearing snug bluejeans and a teeshirt that had the words I'm With Stupid emblazoned across her sweetly meager chest and a picture of a finger beneath it, pointing to her left. She also had her cellphone stuck to her ear and she was talking into it. "It's depressing," she said as she made her way over to her bed. "No, it's more than depressing, it's downright sad." She plopped down onto her bed, bouncing once on her stomach before coming to rest. "I mean, the fact that I'm young and beautiful and nubile, don't you think that oughta count for something?" "Are you kidding me?" I said. I was a ghost, though, so she couldn't hear me. "But no," Ashley went on, "apparently that doesn't help at all. I'm totally stuck with no boyfriend, and no prospects for finding one. It's like I'm ugly or something, which is actually Mary Kate's problem, not mine." "Are you fucking kidding me?" I said. This was not good; if Ashley wasn't getting nailed by anybody, then there was no body to inhabit. I would have to come up with some other way to get into her pants. Ashley paused for a moment, apparently listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone, then said, "No, I haven't tried masturbation, and I'm not going to. That's sick." "Oh, you poor little uninformed thing," I said. "The only way I'm ever going to find sexual fulfillment without dating a producer is if some guy happens to magically appear out of nowhere." "Wow," I said, "what a great idea." I went through the house but there didn't appear to be anyone else home, so I floated outside. I checked the front yard first, then went around to the side of the house, and lo and behold, there was the gardener, standing on a ladder and peeking into Ashley's bedroom window. I should have known. He was a fairly unattractive guy in his thirties, going bald and starting on a beer gut, but I figured he'd do for what I had planned. I inhabited his body and got him down off that stupid ladder (I'm afraid of heights), then went into the house through a carelessly unlocked kitchen door. I went through the kitchen and living room and up the stairs to Ashley's bedroom. She was still on the phone, bitching and complaining about something, but when she saw me she stopped talking and her jaw dropped open in surprise. I was hoping that wasn't going to be the last time her jaw dropped open. Being Ashley Olsen "Larry!" she said. "What are you doing in here?" "Well," I made Larry say, "I was just outside, standing on a ladder and peeking into your window," I gestured toward the window in question, "and I decided I wanted to come in and fuck you. Wanna fuck?" Ashley screamed and threw her cell phone at me. I'd been expecting that response, though, and ducked. Unfortunately, Larrys body wasn't as prone to quick movement as I'd hoped and the phone hit him on top of the head. "Ow," I said. "Get out of here!" Ashley cried. She got up from the bed as if to run somewhere, although I was effectively blocking the exit and there was nowhere for her to escape. "Get out of here or I'm calling the cops!" That one made me laugh. "How can you call the cops," I asked, "when you just threw your cell phone away?" Ashley screamed again, quite possibly at herself this time, then began grabbing the stuffed animals from her bed and throwing them at me. That made me laugh even harder. "Come on, Ashley," I said. "You were just saying how you wanted a guy to magically appear and give you sexual fulfillment." "I meant somebody human!" Ashley shouted. "And less than five hundred years old!" She screamed again and bolted for the window. I bolted after her and managed to grab her wrist, then began pulling her back toward her bed. I know, it's a despicable thing, forcing yourself on someone like that. I blame Larry. I managed to wrestle Ashley down onto the bed and actually got my hand up under her shirt and onto one of her sweet little tits when she screamed in my ear, then savagely kneed me in the nuts. Man, that hurt. Larry had no choice but to stop his attack and grab his groin and cry out in pain as he rolled off the bed and onto the floor. I say Larry because I'd already left his body. I'm not a big fan of crippling pain. Ashley got up from the bed, screamed again, then let loose with a string of obscenities that, in a different and less violent situation, might actually have been a turn on. At the same time she repeatedly kicked and punched Larry, who had to not only cower for his life but try to figure out just what the fuck was happening. Last thing he knew he was peeking through this little nymph's window, and now suddenly he was being murdered by a screeching hellcat. It was fucking hilarious. And fun to watch too, since every time Ashley kicked or punched she made her tits bounce in a way that I found remarkably charming. "Get out!" Ashley screamed. "Get out of here, you sick fucker! You sick asshole!" She was really getting red in the face. And Larry was getting the crap kicked out of him. Fortunately for him, he still had the ability to crawl and he slowly made his way toward the door. Ashley started to follow him at first, giving him a few more kicks for good measure, but then let him go, opting for pelting him with more stuffed animals and verbal blows. "You pervert!" she cried, picking up a teddy bear and throwing it. "Degenerate!" She threw a stuffed cat with a bell around its neck. "Baby raper!" A flying unicorn. Larry got out of the room with his life and, if he was smart, took the next plane out of the state. Meanwhile, I was left alone with Ashley again, and no way to get into her pants. Not that it seemed like such a good idea now. Then I suddenly got another idea: why not inhabit Ashley? It wouldn't be nearly as fun as what I'd originally planned, but at the very least I could force her to calm down a bit. So while she was busy looking around for her cell phone and mumbling, "Creepy sicko pedophile motherfucker...." I jumped into her. The first thing I did was make her shut her mouth. Then I walked over to the full length mirror on her closet door and looked at her reflection. Man, she was hot. Hard to believe she didn't have ten boyfriends, let alone none. I made her smile at herself and say, "You would look so much better without any clothes, sweetie pie." Then I proceeded to take all of her clothes off. Once she was naked I looked at her in the mirror again. Wow. Lovely, curvy little body, small pointy tits, slim hips, and a charming little mop of dark blonde pubic hair over her cunt. Absolutely adorable. Irresistable, even if I did say so myself. Or something like that. I immediately began touching her, fondling her tits and her pussy, just like any guy who'd jumped into the body of a girl would do. I was surprised to discover how pleasurable that was, my soft warm hands gently caressing the curves and valleys of Ashley's beautiful young body, the feint flickering of desire growing into a tender flame. I suddenly and inexplicably wanted to have a baby. I ignored that impulse and laid down on the bed, spread my legs, and played with Ashley's tits and cunt until we shuddered with a soul shattering explosion of passionate desire. Or, to put it in guy terms, we came our brains out. After that I got up and paraded around her room, just enjoying the feeling of being naked and young and beautiful. The feeling of being naked and young, anyway. I danced around and made Ashley's tits bounce, then ran out of the room and down the stairs and all through the downstairs portion of the house, just running and giggling. Or running and laughing. Like a guy would laugh. I got bored after that, though; I mean, there's only so much you could do when you're in a girl's body without compromising your natural sexual inclinations. So I went back upstairs and took a bath, got Ashley all cleaned up and smelling pretty, then went back to her room. I was trying to decide whether or not to get her dressed before I left her body, toying with the idea of not only leaving her naked but standing on a street corner, when I heard Mary Kate's voice calling up from downstairs, "Ashley! Are you home?" I quickly got most of Ashley's clothes back on her, then jumped out of her body a split second before Mary Kate came into the room. "Hi, Mary Kate," Ashley said, looking perplexed. "You wouldn't believe what just happened to me. Larry tried to rape me and I beat the shit out of him." "Really?" Mary Kate said. "Well, that explains why he's down on the front lawn barfing up blood. I asked if I could do anything to help him and he screamed, 'Get away from me, girl from hell.'" "Huh," Ashley said. "Think we should help him, Ashley? I mean, he's down there holding his balls and crying like a newborn." "No way. He's lucky he's still got balls to hold. Sicko pervert pedophile motherfucker." Mary Kate shrugged her shoulders (making her tits do that cute little bouncy thing) and said, "Okay, well. I wanted to talk to you about Mom and Dad." "What about Mom and Dad?" Ashley replied. She sat down on the end of her bed and Mary Kate sat down next to her. "Well," Mary Kate said, "I guess I'm worried about how they're taking the whole coming out thing. I think it's kind of unhinged them a bit." Coming out? "Well, of course they're unhinged, Mary Kate. Think about what this is going to mean for our careers when the whole world finds out you're a lesbian." Oh shit. Mary Kate's a lesbian? "I'm not worried about our careers," Mary Kate said. "I'm more worried about our family. I don't want to tear our entire household apart." "Maybe you should have thought of that before you told them," Ashley said. "Especially since I'm getting disappointed looks from Mom, and Dad keeps wanting me to tell him all the details of my latest date with Amanda Bynes." Mary Kate clicked her tongue and said, "I'm not dating Amanda anymore. She's too controlling." Wow. This was definitely an interesting development. It probably eliminated the chance of a threesome, but what about the girls lezzing out? That would be the next best thing. "I don't care," Ashley said. "I'm just getting sick of having to tell my parents I'm straight as a board." Crap..... "Sorry about that, Ashley. You'd think our own parents would be able to tell us apart by now." The girls continued to talk for another minute few moments, but I wasn't listening. I'd brewed up yet another brilliant idea in my ghostly head. A rather sophomoric idea, but truly brilliant. Mary Kate was saying something about how she had her eyes on Hilary Duff and Ashley was rolling her eyes when I jumped back into her body. "I think it could truly work out," Mary Kate said. "Especially now that her career has taken off. I mean, she's like totally popular now. She made her own movie." "So?" I made Ashley say. "Five years from now we'll all be in the same boat, Mary Kate. Too old to play teenagers anymore and too untalented to get any legitimate offers. We'll all be living out of motel rooms and doing soft porn videos just to pay our rent." It was one of my fondest fantasies. Mary Kate clicked her tongue again and said, "Don't be so negative, Ashley. The Dana Plato Syndrome doesn't get everybody. Besides, we're not drug users or alcoholics. We're squeaky clean. Well, almost. I admit, my sexual preference will cause a few fans to drift away, and if it ever gets out that neither one of has been a virgin since 1998, we're sunk. But then, how often is someone's career ruined by scandal?" I decided to ignore Mary Kate's obvious state of denial and said, "Mary Kate, I wanna ask you something." "Sure, Ashley, what is it?" "Do you remember that time we experimented with lesbian sex?" I knew I was taking a chance, but I figured the odds were with me. Mary Kate's lips curled into a sweet smile and she said, "Sure, I remember that." Bingo. "When we were making Passport to Paris. It was a really special time for us. Why do you ask?" "I dunno," I said, shrugging my shoulders and making Ashley's tits do that bouncy thing. "I guess I've just been thinking about it lately. It really was a special time. And, I dunno, I was thinking that maybe I've been a little too judgmental in my piss poor attitude about lesbians. I mean, maybe I just don't have enough information, you know? Maybe I need to do some more experimenting. Find the lesbian that lives inside me and all that." "Really, Ashley?" Mary Kate touched my arm. "That would be so cool if you could do that. Want me to fix you up with Amanda? I know she's bossy, but that can be a plus when you're a novice." "Maybe later, Mary Kate. Actually, I was thinking that maybe you and I could do it." Mary Kate surprised me with a giggle and said, "You've been reading too much fanfiction, Ashley. We can't do it, that would be incest." "So? It was incest when we did it that one time back then." "Two times," Mary Kate said. "But we were experimenting back then, Ashley. Exploring the boundaries our our brand new sexuality. We were in the act of discovery, and that made it okay. If we did it now, it would just be getting our rocks off, and that's not a normal function of the family. Unless you're the Osmonds, anyway." "Oh come on, Mary Kate," I said. "I saw you checking out my tits when I made them do that bouncy thing. You're hot for me, and I think I might be hot for you too. Let's just go ahead and do it." I reached up and touched her hair, gave her what I hoped was a seductive look. "You know you want to." "I dunno...." Mary Kate said, but her eyes were locked onto my tits. Onto Ashley's tits. "Come on." I touched her cheek, traced a line with my fingertips along her jaw, then down her smooth soft neck. "Please?" I said as softly and sweetly as I could. "I dunno....." Mary Kate said again. Do it with me or I'll sock you, I thought, but fortunately that didn't come out of Ashley's mouth. I touched her right tit, cupped it tenderly in my palm. Mary Kate looked down at her chest and, very softly, said, "I dunno...." Jesus Christ. It was obvious that I was going to have to take the lead in this situation. Be the man, so to speak. I let go of Mary Kate's tit and took her hand, brought it up to Ashley's lips and kissed it. Then I turned it over and licked her palm, which caused Mary Kate to catch her breath. "Oh," she said. Obviously turned on. I smiled and leaned toward her, kissed her lightly on the lips, then whispered to her, "Let's take our clothes off." "But what if Mom and Dad catch us?" Mary Kate whispered back. I shrugged and said, "We'll just tell them we're rehearsing for a movie about twin girls who explore the boundaries of their sexuality. It's not like they'll be surprised or anything. Come on." I got off the bed and started to pull Ashley's clothes off. Mary Kate followed my lead, although more slowly, so that by the time Ashley and I were naked she was still wearing her bra and panties. Black lace bra and panties. Nice. "Love your underwear," I said. I was laying on the bed in what I hoped was a sensuous pose. "Thanks," Mary Kate replied shyly. She even blushed. But then, as I watched, she made a little show out of removing her bra, then her panties, very effectively pulling off the seductive stripper bit. And her body. An almost exact reproduction of Ashley's lovely from, with all the smoothness and slimness and shapely shapes. She was absolutely gorgeous, but then so was I. Or so was Ashley. As soon as she had all of her clothes off Mary Kate crawled onto the bed and laid down next to me. Or Ashley. Or both of us. We were all on our sides, facing each other, and Mary Kate kissed us quickly on the lips, then giggled and said, "You really wanna do this, Ashley? I can't believe you really wanna do this. You've always been such a phobe." "Believe it, Mary Kate," I said, trying to sound sincere and slutty at the same time but managing to sound completely silly instead. "I've changed. It's like I have a whole new person living inside me. And I want that new person to run wild and free and have as much fun and pleasure as he....um, she wants. Now let me suck your titties, baby!" Mary Kate giggled again and said, "Okay, but you gotta promise to stop talking like a porn star." "Right," I said. "I'll save it for when we're doing the x rated remake of Passport to Paris." We laughed together as Mary Kate embraced me. She kissed me again, then pressed her body fully against mine, and I found myself murmuring softly. Mary Kate licked my lips and I opened my mouth readily. I caressed her back, running my hands over her smooth warm skin as she pushed her tongue into my mouth, french kissing me and returning my caresses with her own. We kissed and touched each other for several minutes, neither one of us daring to go beyond touching backs and hair and shoulders until finally Mary Kate slid her hands around my slim waist and up my belly until they found my small delectable tits. I moaned against her tongue as she fondled me, gently squeezing and pulling, and a moment later I slid my hands over her tiny ass and pushed one of my thighs between her legs. I pressed it against her cunt and she started moving her hips, lightly rubbing herself against me. We were more comfortable with each other now and we writhed and moaned and sighed together as the pleasure and heat grew between us. I was surprised, not so much by how nice all this was or the surge of pleasant warmth that moved through my body (I'd expected those things to happen), but also by how right it seemed. Like this was what I was supposed to be doing. I wondered if maybe that meant I really was a lesbian after all. Ashley. Ashley really was a lesbian after all. Mary Kate broke our kiss and whispered, "Ashley, you are so beautiful and wonderful. I love you so much." "I love you too, Mary Kate," I replied. "I wanna go down on you. Will you let me?" Well, okay, I was hoping it'd be the other way around, but what the hell? "Okay," I said. Mary Kate went back to kissing me, her hands once again exploring my body. They traveled over my shoulders and arms, then slipped over my tits, fondling and caressing. I shivered at her touch. Just like a girl. I felt Mary Kate's fingers take my nipples and gently pull on them, sending startling jolts of pleasure through me. Mary Kate's lips moved from my face down along my neck, then over my collarbone to my breasts. Her mouth replaced her fingers, licking and sucking tenderly on my nipples as one of her hands snaked over my belly and down between my legs. I watched, mesmerized, as Mary Kate sent her tongue traveling in circles around my tits and slid her fingers over the lips of my cunt. Another girl was actually making love to me, and not just any girl but my sister and, really my best friend. A teeny part of me said that this wasn't right, but part of me also felt like this was a good thing, it was right. It caused sort of a paradox in my mind, but it was hard to think about it, what with the new and amazing feelings occurring in my body. And what with the fact that I wasn't really Ashley Olsen. Why the hell was I finding that so hard to remember? Desire was rising and flowing through every part of me, from my tits out through my arms and hands, from my womb down into my cunt and legs and feet. I couldn't keep myself from sighing and moaning as Mary Kate, still rubbing my cunt with her gentle fingertips, moved slowly down my abdomen, kissing and licking me. I felt her nose in my pubic hair first, followed quickly by the startling sensation of her tongue. It slid almost cautiously over the lips of my cunt, then burrowed between them, squirming into me. I gasped, closed my eyes, and as Mary Kate began licking me she brought her hands up over my breasts, careesing and squeezing them, increasing the already magnificent pleasure that was spreading through me like fire. I felt her tongue digging into me, pushing and prodding like a tiny little finger, then pulling out and slidng wetly over my clit. Then her lips closed around the sensitive little nub, sucking tenderly on it as one thin finger slowly entered me. The flame of desire that had ignited within me grew larger, burned hot and bright as Mary Kate licked me, fingered me, dug her tongue between my cunt lips, captured my clit again in her gentle teeth. I gasped again and sighed, held my breasts and squeezed them, the fire boiling ever brighter in my cunt, moving in waves through the rest of my body. Mary Kate's lips and tongue and fingers worked magic between my legs and soon I was coming, my orgasm surging through me like a sweet storm, billowing and splashing, enveloping me and then exploding. My sister's mouth was locked onto me, sucking me feverishly, two fingers now fucking me hard. I squeezed my breasts, making them hurt a little as I cried out in release, trembling as I came. I descended liesurely, relaxing on the bed, catching my breath and listening to my heart slow down. Mary Kate continued to lick and kiss me for several minutes, just casual offerings of love and affection, and I continued to idly touch myself, smiling and sighing at the sweet soft pleasure of afterglow. I couldn't believe what I'd just done, couldn't believe I'd just let another girl make love to me, couldn't believe how wonderful it had been. But it had been wonderful, and I figured this wouldn't be the last time. In fact, I didn't even want this time to end. Not yet, anyway. I still had a little bit more curiosity to satisfy. "Mary Kate," I said softly as she kissed my cunt, "do you want me to do something for you too?" "Mmm, yes," Mary Kate breathed into my cunt hair. She looked up with a beseeching look in her eyes and asked, "Would you mind?" I didn't answer. I just smiled and held my arms out and Mary Kate crawled up my body, laid down between my widespread legs, pressing her cunt against mine and her small precious breasts against mine. We embraced and kisssed and I began caressing Mary Kate's back and butt, luxuriating in the warmth and smoothness of my sister's body. I could taste my cunt on her mouth and tongue and decided I liked it after all, and when I slid my fingers down between Mary Kate's legs and through her pubic hair, found the hot wetness of her cunt, I decided I liked that too. I liked all of this, and as this realization came to me I felt a flood of love and gratitude to Mary Kate for helping me to discover this new thing about myself. Being Ashley Olsen The rush of feelings spurred me to be extra attentive as I continued to give pleasure to her, nibbling and sucking on Mary Kate's breasts as I rubbed my fingers over her cunt and her clit. Mary Kate responded with soft moans and sighs, sweet kisses and gasps of delight as I worked her closer and closer to orgasm. "Oh yeah," Mary Kate breathed. "Yeah....yeah...." She rubbed herself against my moving fingers, held my face against her chest, becoming more and more excited as I made love to her, until finally she cried out, held her breath, and shuddered as she came. I continued to suck Mary Kate's nipples and rub her cunt furiously as she trembled above me, surprised and pleased at the intensity of pleasure I was able to give. Mary Kate's orgasm lasted for several long moments, her body shivering and rocking, at last ending with a long low sigh of delight. She collapsed afterward, laying on top of me in a soft quivering lump. I embraced her, kissed her, and we lay together for a while, neither of us feeling the need to speak, and when we did finally talk our words were laced with a stronger and more powerful emotion than either of us had ever felt before. "Ashley, I love you so much," Mary Kate said. "I love you too," I replied. "And I'm so glad you showed me what it's really like." "I know, and I'm glad too." "Could we maybe do this every once in a while?" I asked. "I mean, I'm still not a lesbian or anything, but making love with you is just so totally unbelievable." So was all this romantic lesbian crap. I wasn't sure what had just happened, whether I'd had a mind meld with Ashley or simply got in touch with the lesbian that lives within every straight guy, but it was over now. The spell had been broken, and now all I wanted was to have a cigarette and get the hell out of there. But for some reason I didn't. I stayed there, inside Ashley's body as she and Mary Kate whispered and flirted a little more, then jumped up and got dressed when they heard their parents' car in the driveway. At that point I finally decided it was time to leave. I left Ashley's body, fully intending to float on to the next hapless celebrity (according to the map, Alicia Silverstone lived close by) but then Ashley said, "Um, Mary Kate, did we just have lesbian sex?" Oops. Mary Kate, who'd been heading for the door, stopped short and looked around at her sister. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Don't you remember?" "Well, I think so. I mean, I was pretty much aware of what was going on. But it was like it wasn't me or something. Or it was me, but it was like I was having a dream, or being....I dunno, controlled or something." Mary Kate got a disappointed look on her face and said, "If you don't wanna do it again, Ashley, you can just say so, okay?" "No, that's not what I meant," Ashely said. She went to her sister and embraced her, kissed her cheek. "I like what we did." She looked around the room as if she was searching for something. "But I think we have a ghost in the house." "Don't be silly, Ashley. And don't be afraid. It's normal to have second thoughts, especially now." "But I'm not having second thoughts, Mary Kate. I still would like to be with you. Maybe even more than just once in a while. Maybe, like, regularly. You know?" Mary Kate smiled devilishly and said, "You mean like every night?" Ashley returned her sister's grin and said, "Yeah. Every night. And if you have, you know, toys? That might be fun." "Ashley, you're so naughty," Mary Kate giggled. And that was pretty much all I needed to convince me to stay. Sure, I've floated around to other houses and inhabited other bodies, but for the last six months I've remained the ghost of the Olsen house. A friendly one, like Caspar. And I've watched some pretty amazing things going on here. Things that can end one type of career and send another type skyrocketing. I'm also using their computer to write all this stuff down. But I'm not inhabiting anyone's body at the moment; the keys are going by themselves, which is totally confusing their cat, who's the only one home right now. And for those who are wondering: Ashley did finally get laid, by a guy she met on the set of her movie. The guy not only fucked her, he managed to convince Mary Kate to join Ashley and him in a threesome. I love being dead.