2 comments/ 19322 views/ 9 favorites Jason Quinn's Ghost Story By: julybear7 Two youngsters, not related, grow up in the same household, to become lovers. They are watched over and guided by the ghosts of their parents and the girl's brother. A romance, erotic in tone, but all the real sex is at the end. Enjoy. Votes and comments, public or private, are welcome. Will attempt to answer signed comments. Jb7 JASON QUINN'S GHOST STORY Hello. Come in, please. How can I help you? Who? Yeah, I knew Jason, knew his folks, both sets. What do you want to know? His life? You said you have a letter from him giving you permission to gather information about him. Can I see it? Hmmh, okay, I guess. Shit, from his birth until his 21st birthday, nobody I know would have wanted Jason Quinn's life. It was one tragedy after another. By the time he was three months old, he was orphaned, left in the care of his parents' best friends. Good people, just a little liberal or progressive for most folks. When he was three and a half, his guardian parents, Mike and Sarah Murphy, had a little girl, Melinda, born on Christmas Eve, about six years after their son, Gordie, was born. Meli was born a month early, the birth precipitated when Sarah had an old, rickety step ladder collapse under her. Meli was okay, but the fall caused a tear, actually an avulsion, of the skin over Sarah's abdomen which infected, and she succumbed to a MRSA infection three months after delivering Meli. Jason's early life was relatively normal until one night shortly after his 13th birthday. He reported he had had a dream that night about Sarah, his first ever. In the dream, she told him that she and other members of his adopted and biological families would visit him from time to time when they had important messages to get to people on 'his side.' It was just a bit after that, Jason told me, he discovered he was able to see and talk to spirits which had lingered behind. Just before Thanksgiving the year he turned 16, one of the spirits alerted him to some immediate danger to Mike. Mike had gone big game hunting with several friends in the Adirondacks. To get to their base cabin through the heavy snow that had fallen, the group had rented a number of snow gliders of a type called Reindeer. While traversing a particularly rough part of the trail, Mike was thrown from the snow glider he was on and, was killed instantly when he was run over by the Reindeer following him. Mike had been a lawyer, a good one. His specialty was estate planning. Perhaps he understood the vagaries of life and death better than most because of his work, or maybe it was his own life experience. At any rate, since Gordie was an adult, and money was not an issue, the children were able to remain together as a family. Gordie was in college, ready to begin his professional education, working on an MBA. Jason and Meli, a tall gawky prepubescent teen at this point, were left together on their own a great deal. Mike had arranged for one of his partners to act as a financial guardian, a conservator. That gentleman hired a service to provide housekeeping and kitchen help. He also paid the bills and provided the children with generous allowances. Gordie's studies didn't allow him time to meet with the conservator, so that duty fell to Jason. Every other Friday afternoon, he would take Meli to the lawyer's office and together, they would go over the bills with the lawyer. Thanks to some 'friendly' spirits, Jason was alerted early on to a tendency toward 'sloppiness,' as he put it, in the conservator's bookkeeping. After he pointed out the third 'error' to the man, he requested an appointment with the remaining senior partner of the firm. There was an immediate change in personnel, and no further 'sloppiness' occurred. When Meli commented on how smart he must be to have caught the errors, he confessed to her that he had had help, and told her about seeing and talking to spirits. At the age of 13, it was totally believable, and abfabcool! When he told her of some of the grisly sights and details he was privy to, she agreed that maybe it wasn't totally cool. It has been mentioned that there were friendly spirits–those who watched over the teens. There were also some more aggressive types–those who wanted and tried to take control of Jason's body, to accomplish some deed. Unless caught totally by surprise, as had happened the very first time he was possessed, this was nearly impossible. Only the angriest of spirits, those hell bent on the destruction of their human host, could overcome the will of a healthy human. The two teens ate together, studied together, watched TV, went to Saturday matinees, the library, the mall. It was Jason who explained to Meli what was happening when her menses started. He was the one who scheduled her first GYN appointment, and accompanied her. When she asked him to come in for the first exam, he went along and held her hand through the entire examination. He was the one who brought up the question of tampons and wrote down the brands the doctor recommended. At the onset of the holiday season of Jason's third year in college, Meli's senior year in high school, and Gordie's first year of working, tragedy again struck the young household. The day after Thanksgiving, Gordie decided that, while the two teens braved the malls, he would string holiday lights along the windows and eaves of their Victorian-style house. He was using an aluminum extension ladder. To better see how the lights looked as he put them up, he plugged them into an extension cord and carried the lighted strings on his shoulder as he climbed the ladder. At the top, he shrugged the lights off his shoulder and laid them on the steeply pitched slate shingled roof, from whence they immediately slipped into the partially filled eaves trough. If the kids had been home...if some neighbor had heard his scream...if someone had been able to call for help immediately...it's impossible to say. The autopsy indicated he had survived the electric shock and the fall, but not for long. A week after the funeral, Jason, now a tall, slightly built, good looking twenty year-old, was able, based on his history with the conservator, to convince the Family Court he would be able to continue caring for his 17 year old sister and give her the support and guidance she required. Meli's promise to comply with Jason's directions helped. After granting Jason's request for custody, the judge asked to see him and Meli in his chambers. Removing his robe, he turned to the two and commented, "I was a friend to both of your fathers. They would be proud of you. Jason, I understand that you are a year ahead of schedule towards your Bachelors degree, even with your responsibilities at home. That is admirable. "And you, Meli, an A+ average overall, including your AP classes. You're a senior now, right?" She nodded. "You do your parents proud. "Because of Gordie's sudden death, and your age, Meli, at the time of your father's accident, I am guessing that he never discussed the terms of your trust with you. Is that correct?" Meli nodded, a puzzled expression appearing on her face. "Trust? What trust?" "You will inherit the bulk of your father's estate upon satisfying certain requirements. Failing that, you will receive enough money to see you through college and support you for one year after your terminal degree. In extreme terms, if you decide to become a psychiatrist, and can qualify, your father's estate is charged with supporting you for a year after you meet the minimum standards for that profession." "You mentioned some requirements she had to meet," Jason interjected. "Mmm, yes. The first, and apparently least important, she must maintain a passing grade, academically. The second...I wish my wife were here. The, uh, second," he paused and took a deep breath. "Ordinarily, in cases where a child is orphaned at Meli's age, they would be declasred an emancipated minor, and would legally have the same right and responsibilities of an adult. But her trust has a complicating clause, in effect until she is nineteen, requiring she be supervised. On the day before your nineteenth birthday, Meli, you have to provide to this court a doctor's statement that you are still a virgin, based either on objective evidence, or their clinical judgment. "Failure to satisfy either requirement will result in the forfeit of your father's estate to the benefit of several organizations your father predicted you would not want to benefit. They tend to be right-wing, reactionary groups. "And, Jason, there is also a benefit to you for helping her maintain her virginity. Mike's will states that for each year until she is fifteen, $10,000 will be placed in escrow, to be paid to the trustee of record the year she becomes sexually active. That amount increases to twenty thousand for the years fifteen through twenty." Meli spoke softly, "Just out of curiosity, how large is the estate?" "Based on the annual audit, last year on the anniversary of his death, your father's estate was fifteen million dollars. Of that, twelve has been earmarked for you. The balance is being used to cover administrative costs as well as your living expenses. Control will be passed to you on your nineteenth birthday, after the court receives satisfactory evidence you have met the two requirements. "Jason, I also helped your parents with their wills. You also have a sizeable amount due you when you complete your Bachelors degree, around two million at the last audit, and growing rapidly due to the investments in emerging technologies at the time. "Are there any questions I can answer for you, for either of you?" The two youngsters looked at each other, then back to the judge, shaking their heads. "Okay. If anything, anything at all comes up, feel free to call me." Meli was quiet that evening, distracted. Just before bedtime, she shook her head and looked at Jason. "It really doesn't make any difference, does it, knowing all that money is there?" "Day to day, no. but it is something to consider when you start making college plans and thinking about marriage." Meli looked at him, both of them lost in thought. That night, as Jason crawled into bed, Meli knocked on his door and walked in, wearing a shortie nightie, without waiting. "Can I sleep with you tonight, Jason? I don't want to be alone." The request did not seem at all unusual to Jason, although he understood that the entire rest of the world would raise it's eyebrows. Since Mike's accident, the two teens had spent nearly every waking moment out of school together. Gordie's accident had brought them even closer, if that were possible. Whether cuddling on the couch watching TV, or in less intimate contact as they pored over books, newspapers, homework and recipes together, it was as if they each required physical contact with the other. While they did not share tub and shower, it was not unusual for them to share the bathroom, and they had often seen each other totally undressed. "Do you mind next to the window? My alarm is on this side." "Not at all," she answered and slipping into the bed, turned her back to him. "Cuddle, please." In response, Jason moved to spoon her after turning out the light. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek before wishing her a good night and going to sleep. In the morning, as the alarm nudged him awake,he became aware that he had his arms tightly wrapped around his sister. His immediate reaction was to think, "Oh, shit!" and jerk away, only to be pulled back However, he persisted and made his way to the toilet across the hall. In the bedroom, Meli heard the tinkling as he alleviated his immediate need, and smiled. The light splashing sound of his running water had its predictable effect. She swung her legs out of bed and padded across the hall, to join Jason in the bathroom. After finishing her business, she sat and watched Jason as he showered. "When do you have to go back to school?" she asked him. He lathered up his hair and was rinsing it as he answered, "Mid January. When I spoke to my advisor, to tell her why I was going to be out, she told me the accidental death of a major family member gave me a half grade boost in my class averages as my final grade in all my classes. Since I was already B+ or A, I'll make out fine this semester, and I have nearly six weeks off." "Oh, good. You can be home with me then. I spoke to Mrs. Drake, my home room teacher. She just said not to worry, take as much time as I need. My mid-terms are the end of January. You can help me keep up, can't you?" Jason opened the sliding door to look at his 'sister.' "Of course, if you know what you have to cover. We can call your teachers and get an assignment list. I'll be glad to help." As he spoke, his gaze wandered over the young woman's lank form, the features of her body clear through the thin fabric of her nightgown. At five nine, she was only a few inches shorter than he. While his hair was brown, dark enough to look black, she was a natural ash blonde, confirmed by her neatly trimmed pubes. Her breasts, still growing, were a perky A+, with dark pink nipples and aureoles. Whether from the chill, or excitement, her nipples were slightly erect, and resembled raspberries sitting on a mound of whipped cream. Her hips had just enough flair to give definition to her waist line. All in all, a lovely package. As his eyes wandered over her charms, his flaccidity began to become less so, the change not unnoticed by Meli. "What?" she grinned. Not at all fazed by the question, or his reaction to her, Jason returned the smile. About the time he had taken her for her first GYN appointment, she had asked some pointed questions resulting in a show and tell session about men, women, their differences, and how those differences functioned, ending with a lesson in male and female masturbation techniques. "You are becoming a very beautiful, very sexy young woman. I'm not sure our casual nudity..." "Our nudity is fine! I'll just have to wear pajamas when I need to sleep in your bed," she laughed. "Just, you can't." "And why not?" "Because," she said with a wide smile, "I liked the way it felt this morning when you were holding me. As long as we don't go any further, that'll be okay, won't it? That won't violate the rules of the trust, will it?" He was toweling himself off, listening to her. She stepped up to him, close enough so he could feel her warmth, not quite touching him. "But be warned, the morning I turn nineteen, I expect you to fuck me silly." She rose up on her toes to kiss him, prim and chaste at the start, but as the seconds went by, pressure and movement opened their mouths, allowing mutual invasions by the muscle peculiarly located for that purpose. When they separated, Meli glanced down at Jason's now ready for action sperm delivery system. With a saucy grin, she cooed, "Ooo, look what I did. I better leave so you can take care of that," It was not until he started noticing the presence of the spirits a few weeks later that he recognized there had been a nearly total absence of manifestations since Mike's accident. Only when he noticed that the number was increasing did he realize that their kiss was the last time they had been completely free of the spirits. "Can I help you?" Jason asked a couple of the spirits one afternoon when Meli was out of the room. "No, we're just here to be sure you and the young lady don't get yourselves into trouble," answered one, whose demeanor suggested he had been a professional man. Jason had been tutoring Meli that afternoon, explaining to her that the Emancipation Proclamation, issued during the Civil War, applied only to slaves in the Confederacy, and that slave holders in the North were not affected, and kept their slaves until the 13th Constitutional Amendment, banning slavery of all sorts, was adopted after the war. What kind of trouble could that lead to? "Get ourselves in trouble?" "It's obvious to the spirits of people who knew you well that you two are headed toward a physical relationship. They don't want to see either of you get hurt, and such a relationship right now has great potential to harm you both." "Harm us? How?" "Meli could get pregnant. She's not on birth control and needs to be. Should you pursue a physical relationship, you could go to jail and be doubly stigmatized for life as a rapist and a child abuser. Even if you didn't get caught, your studies might, in fact, most likely would suffer significantly, as would Meli's. "While you're helping Meli with her schoolwork, spend some time on your own. Just because you were excused from class, and won't be examined on the material, doesn't mean you won't need to know it later." Jason nodded. With the exception of his own studies suffering he had thought of everything the spirit had said. Plus, there was the spectre of incest. He remembered being told a number of years ago that, although he used the last name of Murphy, he was really Jason Quinn. He asked, "Are Sarah or Mike available?" "I can summon them," the spirit replied. "Whether or not they come is up to someone else." Later that day, as he was showering, Sarah's spirit appeared with him in the shower. "Ooh, look at you! Damn! I've been dead for sixteen years and I'm jealous of my daughter. I may have to go borrow a body. Mmm, boy, I can feel your sexual tension. Do you need some self satisfaction? Go ahead, I won't mind." "Damn, Sarah! Don't scare me like that. And turn around, please. As for getting myself off, I can't do that when someone is watching. I wanted to ask you or Mike, did you adopt me? And how would that affect the incest issue if Meli and I decide to get together?" "You mean when you decide to get together, don't you?" Sarah laughed. "How old are you now? About to turn 21, right? I guess you're old enough to know the truth. We wanted to adopt you, but Rick and Sally had included a provision in their will blocking any attempt by anyone to do so. They wanted the family name of Quinn to continue. "When I died, it was just easier for Mike to register you as a Murphy when you went to school. It avoided a lot of questions we didn't have answers for. At this point, it's up to you which name to use. "I remember Rick and Sally left you a small trust fund. You might want to track that down. As I recall, it was some, then, blue chip stocks and bonds, plus their life insurance proceeds, in the form of some long term CDs. "Since you weren't adopted, the incest question is moot, even though you have grown up as brother and sister. Legally, you are her guardian, appointed as such by the Family Court. "Until she reaches her age of majority according to her trust, that appointment wraps her in barbed wire as far as you are concerned. You can look, but not touch. Statutory rape, and child abuse, for starters. Then the possibility of contempt of court charges, ethics violations, every financial transaction since Mike died investigated and dissected to determine whether or not it was in her interest, or if it was made in furtherance of your abuse of her. "Until she is 18, if you fuck Meli, and get caught, you'll fuck yourself up nine ways from Sunday. You'll never get out of prison. And then, until she's 19, there's the question of her legacy." The woman spirit shook her head. "Letting her sleep in your bed is a lot like playing with fire. Be very careful, for her sake, if not your own. "You are the only family she has, and bright and beautiful as she is, she is very fragile right now, and extremely vulnerable. Just a little pressure from you and she'll give you what ever you want. Want what's best for her." And she was gone. That evening, he made Meli's favorite comfort food dinner–meatloaf, mashed potatoes, stewed tomatoes, salad and chocolate cake. When she got to the table, Meli first smiled, then asked, "What's the bad news? Do we have to move or something?" Jason Quinn's Ghost Story Jason smiled back. He should have known, he thought, that she'd trip into the signal the food was sending. "No. No bad news. Just some serious talk, later." Over dinner they talked about her school work, his, TV and movies they wanted to see, and where to go on vacation over the upcoming summer, how to celebrate his birthday, now just a couple of months away. After clearing and cleaning up, they went to the den/TV room. Jason selected some music by the latest iteration of the Four Freshmen, and turned it on low for background. He sat down beside her on the sofa, his arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight against his side. "Jeezus," she said, "it must really be bad. Are you sending me away?" "No, love, but for the next year or so, that might be a good idea." She noticed his use of the word 'love,' and got a warm feeling all over. "Do you remember when I told you I could see the spirits of dead people?" She nodded. "Well, we have a houseful. When I asked some of them why they're here, they told me they were here to protect us from ourselves. "I had a long conversation with your Mom. She's afraid if we let ourselves yield to temptation, we could fuck ourselves up real good. Prison for me, a teen shelter for you. Not to mention losing the twelve mil. "It's really only a few short months, now, but as you get prettier and more mature, it's getting harder, no pun intended." Meli laughed softly, briefly. "What do we have to do?" she asked, so softly he barely heard her. "Well," he replied, in a tone sounding more serious than he intended, "I guess you could start by wearing Mother Hubbards, at least around the house." Meli sat up abruptly, looking at him, the shock at his words plain on her face. He laughed at her astonishment. "Joking, just joking," he reassured her. "Primarily, it means that if you come into my bed, or I come to yours, you need to be wearing something more substantial than the boy shorts PJs you wear. Your Mom also suggested, if you're not on birth control, you need to be, sooner rather than later." Meli resumed her place at his side, her head on his shoulder. "I can do that. I won't like wearing Pjs, but, like you said, it's only a few more months. And I'll call Karen about getting the implants for birth control." She looked up at him, smiling. "Anything else?" "I don't know." He paused briefly. "Can you stop being so sexy?" She blushed, then laughed. "Can you? It's not something we do, It's what, how we are!" Traces of exasperation and indignation clear in her voice. After Jason apologized for acting like a 20-year old male, the two discussed their situation. To the on-looking spirits, it seemed they were more like a couple who had been married for ten or fifteen years than a couple just discovering the joys of their bodies. This was passed on to the parental spirits. "This is all my fault," confessed Sarah. "I had a talk with Jason..." Mike interrupted. "No, sweetheart, that may be the reason for the topic, but this way of dealing with issues goes back before my accident. It's like they were a couple almost from the day she came home. What we need to do is show them how to enjoy each other. This is my suggestion..." "Look what I had made!" Meli danced into Jason's bedroom, arms spread wide, twirling like a ballerina en pointe. Topless, she was wearing what looked like harem pants, tight elastic at the waist and ankles, made of summer weight cotton flannel. Jason laughed out loud. "Perfect! Did you get me some, too? They are adorable. You are adorable!" Meli's smile lit up her face. "Can we cuddle in bed, then? It's getting lonely on the other side of the hall." Jason opened his arms. When they closed around her, their lips met, then their tongues. Although it was brief, both were flushed and breathless when they separated. "I think I should go back to my room," panted Meli as she stepped away, backing out of the room. "It's going to be a long eleven months." Jason nodded, struck dumb by the emotion laden kiss. Meli's eighteenth birthday had come and gone with little celebration. The two youngsters had slept alone since then, solo masturbation a nearly nightly ritual for them both. While their time together did not diminish, the outward manifestations of affection, the kisses, the hugs, squeezes, pats, pets, hand holding, cuddles, tickles, foot rubs, massages, etc, were so reduced in frequency and intensity, the effect was just the opposite of what was desired. With no physical way to express their affection for each other, rather than reducing the sexual tension in the house, it increased. Glances became looks, fraught with longing; a chance meeting of the eyes would result in noticeable surges in Jason's groin, causing a matching increase in the dampness between Meli's thighs. It did not help that whenever they chanced to touch the house began to wail like a soul lost in the eternal emptiness. And whenever they were together in a room, so many spirits crowded in with them, the temperature in the room seemed to drop precipitously, so much so that, finally, one day, Meli commented on it. "How many are here today? Are either of us ever alone?" "Not recently." "You mean even at night, when I..." "I'm sorry, but yeah, even then. But only women spirits." "TGFSF! But, gawd, how embarrassing!" "You could always ask them for help. That might drive some of them out." "What kind of help? What could they do?" "I'm not sure. What flashed into my head was one holding your arms down over your head, one holding each foot so you're open, spread eagled, one or two massaging your breasts and one rubbing your clitoris." Meli grabbed his arm, squeezing it to her side, letting out a low moan. "What else?" "Sucking on your nipples, pushing their boobs into your mouth, making you feel their boobs and pussies." Another, louder moan came from Meli as she began to shake and quiver, a small, non-relieving orgasm possessing her body. The spirits in the house began wailing as if terror stricken. "Oh, shut the fuck up!" yelled Jason. "I didn't touch her!" Slowly the sound subsided as Meli regained self control. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was nice while it lasted. You'll have to think up some other scenes like that for me. I'll probably replay that one tonight, maybe even try asking them to play it out with me." "Before you do, if you do, let me know, so I can check and make sure there are "friendlies" in your room, to protect you. Sometimes, spirits can go too far." "You want me to tell you if I'm going to get myself off! Talk about embarrassing!" "No more that laying across the hall and listening to you moan and come. And I imagine you can hear me, sometimes." "Of course I can. It gets me started sometimes, but I don't want you to tell me when you're going to...What?" He whispered in her ear, "Watch this." Then continued out loud, "Of course, we could always jack ourselves off together, while watching each other." There was an immediate caterwauling from every room in the house. Chandeliers rattling, cupboard doors, closet doors, and cabinet doors and drawers, opening, closing, smashing, banging. The couple laughed out loud. Sarah, Mike and Gordie, in spirit form, suddenly manifested in front of the pair, visible as well to Meli. Not quite successfully suppressing her smile, Sarah shouted at him, "You little prick! You did that on purpose!" Still laughing, Jason nodded. "Why?" she asked. "Why not?" he countered. "There must be 500 spirits hanging around here. We can't even break wind with out everyone knowing about it, except the other one of us, sometimes," he laughed. "You told me that occasionally a few members of my family and yours might show up to get a message across. Who do all these spirits belong to?" Mike chuckled. "Maybe we went a little overboard enlisting help, but we didn't want you to ruin your lives." "Ruin? How?" almost immediately, his anger began to flare. "Getting to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love? To start a family, with her, to love? To continue, with her, the life you showed me how to live?" The anger in his voice was palpable. He turned to look at Meli. When he continued, his voice was softer, more controlled. "The only reason I haven't asked her to marry me is the problem of undue influence and my status as her guardian. "I am the major adult in her life, and I'm the one who controls her money, even though we have a conservator. Until she's nineteen, any decision she makes about relationships will be closely examined by the courts. "Before she's nineteen, she can't marry without my consent, and I can't give her permission to marry me, so I must wait until she can decide on her own. "As soon as she can legally make that decision and all the decisions that go with it, I'll ask her." He turned to address the spirits. "Until that time, we would both appreciate it if you and all your watchdogs would butt out!" Gordie laughed. "I imagine you do, but the reason we stayed behind was to watch over the two of you until you're both settled. We can't just leave." "That's you guys, and maybe my parents. Does the entire population of the continent of Asia need to stick around and watch us?" "Well," Mike said, "we can probably do without most of them. But we need your pledge to continue to restrain yourselves until Meli's birthday. It's barely a month away." Jason looked at Meli, who had a smile that consumed her face. She nodded. "You have it," Jason answered. "Now can we be alone for a bit?" As soon as the three spirits dematerialized, Meli was in Jason's arms. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, yes, yes!" She was interrupted by Jason's lips and tongue. When the kiss stopped, she leaned back in his arms. "Can I share your bed tonight. I promise to wear my new Pjs and behave." Smiling, Jason nodded. "Every night's probably too much, right now, huh?" he asked. Meli nodded, grinning. "But, every other night? That might work." The two horny young adults were true to their word. Admittedly, the month referred to was only slightly over three weeks long, but as we all know, at that time of life, a day can seem like a year. To a horny, healthy young male, in daily contact with a willing, wet, but woefully unavailable pussy, the three weeks seemed like a century. To Meli, on the other hand, anticipating her initiation into womanhood, the days seemed to fly by. For school, she dressed demurely, jewel neck sweaters, jumpers, knee length skirts and loose fitting slacks. However, as soon as she got home, she would change into the shortest, tightest, most revealing outfit she could put together, designed to tease Jason to the point of eruption. He recognized her campaign by the third day, and wisely retreated to his study room, locking her out with instructions that she was to take care of dinner. To Meli, pouring cereal into a bowl and adding milk equaled cooking breakfast. If somebody else didn't cook dinner, her solution was pizza, delivered to the door. Recognizing the need, Sarah materialized and guided her through preparing breakfast for supper. "How come I can see you now?" Meli asked her. "It's hard to explain. When we sense an emergency, we can appear, but it uses a lot of energy. After tonight, I probably won't be able to materialize again for a couple of weeks, depending on your activities." She sat at the kitchen table. "You're looking forward to your first time, with Jason." The statement sounded like a question. Meli blushed and nodded. "Are you still intact, as far as you know?" Meli looked puzzled. "Your hymen, do you still have it?" "Yeah, as far as I know. I haven't been with anyone..." "Oh, I know that, dear. But during gym class, or in rough housing with Jason, did you ever find blood in your panties when it wasn't your period?" Meli shook her head slowly, trying to recall. "Jason had you start with tampons for your period, didn't he? When you inserted them, was there ever any sharp stabbing pain?" Again, Meli shook her head. "Why?" "Because it makes your first time so much easier and pleasant if it had happened. Can you get into see your gynecologist? She could perforate it for you, to reduce the pain. "With both of you experiencing your first time, it might help reduce the anxiety and feeling of trauma of tearing through an intact barrier." "Does it really hurt that much?" "Not if the guy knows what he's doing, but with a virgin and a virgin...I've heard some real horror stories when we girls get together on this side. Some of the women who suffered suggested I talk to you. And remembering my first time, I decided to. "Jason is so sensitive about you and your feelings, if he thought he caused you any pain...Talk to your doctor, see if she can help." She stood up, stretching. "And keep up the teasing, just tone it down a little. We don't want him to have a heart attack before the deed is done, do we?" A week before Christmas, Gordie found Mike and Sarah, and Rick and Sally hanging out in the kitchen. He introduced the spirit of the young woman who accompanied him. "Mom, Dad, Rick, Sally, this is Doris Squires. She and I dated the last year I was in college. She had an unknown allergy to penicillin." Sarah was the first to reply. "I'm sorry, dear. I hope it wasn't too painful a passing." "No, not painful, just scary. I didn't realize what was happening until I heard the ambulance tech, but by then I was too far gone." Gordie broke in. "Dorrie's going to help me try to educate Jason about sex. I heard what you said, Dad, about taking over their bodies and showing them how to make love. Jason's so prim and proper, I'm afraid when you start to demonstrate oral sex, he'll freak and throw you out. "If I can get him to allow me to make it with Dorrie, while he observes, and he sees how much it pleasures Meli, then when you take over his body, he'll be more open to new experiences. Besides, Dorrie and I have some making up to do." The four senior spirits agreed, but suggested Jason might need some pre-education sessions first, to introduce him to the techniques he would be experiencing. Gordie went off to look for the young man. Gordie found Jason studying in his room. Meli had gone off to see her OB/GYN. "Hey, bro, how's it going. Looking forward to your big night?" "Stuff it, Gordie! If we don't want you watching us, we certainly don't want to talk about it with you, either." "Calm down, kid. I'm actually on your side, and here to help you. I heard that little scenario you made for Meli, with her watchers helping her get off. One thing that struck me was that you only had the ghosts rubbing and caressing her, except for a little boob action. Haven't you ever heard of oral sex?" "Blow jobs? How in hell do you give a girl a blow job? Suck on her boobs?" "Did you fail sex education? Did you never hear of a clitoris? Yeah, well guys can suck that and kiss it just like girls do cocks. And even if you do it badly, they seem to like it, and like you more for being willing to try. "If you can do it well, wow! They'll practically tear their clothes off for you and yours to boot." He looked at the younger man. "You don't believe me?" "It's not that...isn't it gross. I mean it's so close to...all the dirty spots. And I always hear about---that area smelling weird." "Her vagina, her box, twat, quim, pussy, coochie, cunt. Call it what you will. But if you plan on playing with one, get used to calling it something besides 'down there.' "The act of performing oral sex on a woman is called cunnilingus, formally. Informally, it's referred to as eating it, muff diving, carpet munching, having hair pie, slurping the clam, and probably a dozen other euphemisms. "Open a search engine. Type in 'eating pussy' and hit enter; now click on videos. Choose one. It doesn't matter if it's male/female or girl on girl. The basic techniques are the same." Jason sat and watched, his eyes glued to his monitor, his mouth agape. "So, want to try it?" inquired Gordie. "I...I...I never..." "I know. You've been so involved with Meli, for practically your whole life, you haven't really explored sex except for the basic ins and outs, excuse the pun. There is a whole lot more to making love than fucking. And oral is only part of it. But it is a fun place to begin. "After you and Meli have your first time together, an old girl friend of mine and I would like to show you some ways. You two would have to lend us your bodies, but we would leave you aware so you would share our experiences, and see how they felt. "When you're used to piggybacking like that, the parents would also like to borrow your bodies for a time or two." "What? Isn't that like incest or something?" "No, physically, it is still you and Meli making love. It is just the personalities which will change. It will be your body and Meli's carrying out the actions, but the sensations you are aware of will be filtered through the perceptions of the spirits involved at the time. "It'll be like you are four different men with four different women, all while it is just you and Meli. Fucking awesome!!" Although he was inclined to agree to the possession, Jason realized he couldn't commit for Meli, although he expected she would say yes. He simply told Gordie, he would talk to her about it. When Gordie left, Jason returned to the videos on his computer. "So, you think what Gordie's spirit suggested--giving some of the spirits control of our bodies so they can have sex–-that's all right with you?" Meli didn't sound like she agreed. "I have some doubts, but I also realized while looking at the internet that there is a hell of a lot that you and I don't know about sex that we should know, would know if we weren't, if we hadn't isolated ourselves as teenagers. When you think about us making love, how are we positioned?" "Uhh, face to face, you on top of me. That was how it was shown in the drawings for sex education." "That's what I thought, too. But there are at least a dozen other ways, other positions we can use. Did you ever think about using your mouth on me, or vice versa? And some people, not just homosexuals, even use the butt hole." He got up from his desk and went to sit by her on the bed. "I know that now that we know what we don't know, we can look it up and learn it on our own. But the folks have offered us this chance to experience some thing totally unique in the history of the world. "Also, we can quit any time if it feels too weird. And it gives us a chance to do a big favor for our parents." "How does it work? What do we have to do?" "Our very first time together, we will be completely alone. When we are done, I call Gordie and Dorrie, the spirit who has agreed to be his partner. They will come in and they just sort of enter our body, as if they were fluid being poured into a pitcher. "Normally, they would put us to sleep; it's easier to control a body if the physical host is unaware of what's going on. But they will keep us conscious so we can observe and experience the physical sensations of what they do. "Even though they are using our bodies, the sensations will feel different because they are being filtered through the personality of the controlling spirit, sort of like riding in the back seat of a car and having the driver point out interesting sights, even though we know the road." Meli stood up and turned to face him, her face a map of confusion and sadness. "I'm not sure. I don't think we need any help now that you have discovered all those alternatives." She looked away from him. "I sort of understand how it wouldn't really be us, but at the same time it is. I know, that is, I hope, it isn't your intention, but it sounds an awful lot like you're sharing me with the spirits..." Jason Quinn's Ghost Story "Oh my God, no! No, no a thousand times no!" Jason was on his knees in front of her. "If that's how you feel, forget I said anything. I would never make you do that. Please believe that." Meli sank to her knees so they were teary face to teary face with each other. She slipped her arms around his neck. "Let's have some time alone together, to get to know that road you talked about. After we get used to each other, maybe then we can offer our bodies to the spirits to use. "I went to see Karen, my OB/GYN today. Mom's spirit suggested I ask her to perforate my hymen. Karen said she envied us, both virgins, starting our love lives together. She said it can be the most exciting time we will ever have. She said just stay in touch with each other, communicate about what and how we are feeling, and to not be afraid to experiment. "We'll have three weeks before we have to be back to school. Let's use them to learn how to make love with each other. Then we can talk and see if we think we need help, or just want to do the folks a favor." He nodded. Unknown to Jason and Meli, the family spirits had been eavesdropping. Mike clapped Gordie on the shoulder. "How in hell did we raise such a smart kid?" "We didn't, he did." Gordie looked at Rick and Sally. "You guys should be proud. He's a really good person. "Watch, when he comes to tell me their decision, he'll fall over himself apologizing, never blaming Meli for saying no or even raising an objection. He'll say they talked and came to a mutual decision to just explore each other for a while." The last week had seemed interminable to Jason. He had found Gordie's spirit and, as Gordie had predicted, presented Meli's views as 'their' decision. And, while it had been presented as a final decision, he was surprised there were no objections from the spirits. The final night of Meli's eighteenth year finally arrived. Both of the youngsters were out of school until after the New Year. After her last morning class, Meli had gone to her OB/GYN to get the document she needed for Family Court and delivered it to the clerk of the judge who had informed her of its necessity. Jason arrived home shortly after four, and found Meli in the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea. "Hi, love. Mm, that looks good. Enough for two?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah. What kind would you like–we have Darjeeling, Oolong, or that smoky stuff, Souchong?" "What are you having, the Darjeeling?" "Mmhmm." "That's fine. I'll be right back. I want to stow my books and stuff." "'Kay. You want a snack–cheese, cookies, or something?" He paused in the door way. "Are there any of those shortbread cookies left? Those would be good." "I think so; I'll get them out and the ginger men." Over the tea, Jason looked at his ward. Although she was only thirty inches away, across the table, she might as well have been on the moon, distracted as she was. "Everything okay?" he asked her. "Hm, what?" "I asked if everything was okay." "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." "Any thoughts about dinner? Or what you want to do this evening?" "What d'you mean?" "We could go out to dinner, then catch a movie, or do some shopping, go someplace to dance, browse the malls..." "Oh! I don't know. I hadn't really thought about anything before..." "I know. You seem kind of nervous. I thought getting out for a bit might help reduce the tension you're feeling." He grinned, a mischievous grin. "Or we could wait until the morning." Meli looked at him, shock and dismay on her face, until she saw the smile. "You shit!" she said, laughing. He reached across the table for her hand. "We have pizza in the freezer, and stuff for salad. I stopped and got a small cake for dessert, and a nice bottle of wine for your birthday, even if you aren't legal yet. "We can eat around seven. By the time we eat and clean up, we'll have time to share a long soaking bath. Then we can either cuddle in front of the TV, or in which ever room you want until it's time. If we fall asleep, and it doesn't happen, or if you're too nervous, or don't feel ready, or what ever, it's up to you." Meli got up and walked around the table to set on Jason's lap. "Thank you. I'm just being a ditz about nothing, I suppose. I'm just afraid I'm going to disappoint you." When Jason started to object, she put her fingers over his mouth. "Shhh. I know. It's just I've been wanting this for so long, and I've created this elaborate fantasy about a perfect pain free continuously orgasmic hours long lovemaking experience. And I know that it won't be anything like that. I expect it to hurt and be messy, and we'll probably look like those cops in the old silent movies, trying to get it in." She started to giggle. "I was talking to Marla at school. I've told you about her. When I told her what I was planning over Christmas, she warned me not to expect much beyond the pain and the mess. She also warned me about vaginal farts. She said sooner or later they're gonna happen; it just means we're doing something right." Meli kissed Jason lightly on the lips. "Your plan sounds great. After the bath, let's come down and watch a Christmas movie, a good tear jerker romantic movie." Midnight found the young couple watching the closing credits of the newest variation of Dickens' Christmas Carol. In the bath, they had maintained the legal fiction. All explorations of their bodies had been done through the veil of a washcloth or towel. They were both, however, as aroused as if those intervening fabrics had been absent. As the credits rolled, Jason tipped Meli's head back and claimed her lips with his as his hand slipped under her pajama top. Her response was a low moan of approval as she turned to give him full access to her body. Her hand sought him as he moved his body down to lay beside her, one arm around her neck, that hand fondling her breast. His other hand moved from her breast over her stomach and down to cover her mound. "Yesss," she hissed, kissing him hard, her tongue invading his mouth. "Now!" she growled, "Take me now!" as she reached for the tie at the waist of his shorts. Jason pulled away and stood up. "Not here. Let's go to my room," he said, pulling her up to her feet and, wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her to carry her to his room. In the bedroom, they stood facing each other, lips and tongues engaged in the delightful lovers' battle. Jason's hands were busy undoing buttons and zips. Meli's were similarly involved as if the pair were engaged in a carefully choreographed routine removing shirts, slacks, shorts, socks and slippers from each other. Without disengaging from the kiss, Jason swept Meli up, cradling her in his arms and turned to place her in the center of his bed. He lay down beside her, in contact from head to toe. His hands softly, slowly caressed her back, moving from her shoulders to her buttocks, touching her as lightly as a feather. Meli leaned into him, reveling in the contact–-a sensation she had been waiting for since that first kiss in the bathroom. Jason's hands continued their explorations–gently moving over her back, her buttocks, her breasts, belly, and down through her thatch to her labial crease, spreading the labia, searching for the little nub which distinguished her external pleasure center. Caressing it as lightly as he had the rest of her body, he soon had her hips thrusting toward him as Meli moaned in pleasure. His lips moved to the area just in front of her ear and then, using tiny lip nibbles, slid along her jaw to the tip of her chin and down to the valley between her mammas. He pushed her on to her back and moved his lips to the bottom of her left breast where he began mini nips and kisses leading to the outer line of her areola, then around to the top of the bosom, never touching the erect nipple. He moved up the top of the breast to the juncture with her chest and moved to her other small hillock, reversing the sequence, still avoiding the nipple. Meli's moan voiced her disappointment as she attempted to push her mammaries into his face, trying to force him to attend to her very erect, very sensitive nips. Jason continued the bites and kisses on a line to her navel. There, the bites became just noticeably harder, the licks more featherlike. In her aroused state, the licks soon started to tickle to the point where she pushed his head lower to end the torment they produced. Relying on what he had seen on the internet videos, Jason continued moving down her body until he passed through her nearly invisible blonde thatch. His tongue entered the space between her labia, where he found her clitoris. "Ennhh!!" Meli all but screamed. "Yes! Yes! Right there! O! My! God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Vocalizing her pleasure, she grabbed Jason's head by his hair, holding him against her as she thrust her hips toward the ceiling. When she stopped thrusting her hips and began to quiet down, he slipped first a single finger, then two into her vagina. Gently moving them around, he found a spot with a slightly different texture which caused Meli to jerk whenever his fingers passed over it. Concentrating his efforts there, he soon had Meli climaxing again. Just as she started to calm down, he turned her over and pushed his thumb into her back passageway. Her orgasmic scream woke whatever ghosts were still slumbering. Jason removed his hand and pulled Meli to him, holding her against his body, making as much contact as he could. Her muscles spasming, she tried to push her arms around his neck. "Omigawd, Jason!" she gasped out, still breathing hard. "What was that? What did you do to me? I have never come that hard before. That last one nearly made me pass out; I think I might have if you hadn't taken your fingers away." She gave him a shy smile. "Now it's your turn." "Not yet. Maybe not tonight. This night is all about you. All for you." "But I want to pleasure you like you just pleasured me. I want to put into practice all the ways I read about to pleasure a man, tease you like you teased me." He smiled at her, a smile full of love. "You will, I promise. But first there's a small bit of tissue we have to take care of, that bit of tissue the spirits have been preserving all year." He pulled her tight against his body and rolled over onto his back. "Most of the material I've read about this say that this is the best position for cherry popping. It lets the woman control the speed and pressure, and at the same time provides the man with some leverage if he needs it." "What do I need to do?" She stayed there, stretched out on top of him, her barely-B boobs mashed against his chest, a sly smile on her face. As he had since Mike's accident, whenever she had a question about her body, or his, or boy-girl relationships, Jason assumed the role of teacher, giving up, for now, the role of lover. It wasn't until Meli started having problems getting into position that he realized she was teasing him. "You little brat," he laughed, pulling her back down to his chest for a kiss. When they broke the kiss, Meli raised up on her knees, straddling Jason's hips. She reached between her legs to pull his cock into position. When she felt his crown settle in her opening, she flashed Jason a smile which would have illuminated a small village. Slowly she lowered herself, sliding down his eight and a half inch shaft, her teeth biting into her lower lip. Not quite half way down he saw her wince and pause. She lifted herself up a fraction of an inch, then started down again, proceeding all the way to the bottom of his rod with a low moan. "Oh, fuck, this feels so good. Promise me we'll always be able to do this." She looked down at her lover. "Promise!" Jason was lying there, looking up, gazing at her as she successfully accomplished her deflowering. As she lowered herself onto him, he marveled at the heat surrounding his shaft. He felt the resistance, saw her raise and then felt his cock pass through a constriction. When she hit bottom, he also moaned, lost in his own sensations so that he did not hear her request for a promise. "God, babe, this feels so fucking good; I could stay here forever," he muttered. He reached up and pulled her down to his chest. "You okay?" "Better than okay. Fucking great. There was a bit of a pinch, and I needed to push a little harder at one point. I could stay like this all night," she said, echoing him. "I think, I hope you'll like the next part even more. Move your legs inside mine, then squeeze like you need to keep from peeing." She looked at him, puzzled, but complied. He felt the pressure increase around the base of his prick, and holding her to him, rolled over. He repositioned their legs, putting hers over his shoulders. She gave a brief squeek as he slid in further. When he began the in and out dance, slowly, her eyes grew large, as did her smile. He began to increase the length of his strokes, along with the speed and force of his thrusts. Meli's smile faded as it was replaced by passion. Jason let her legs slide down his side as he lowered himself into the traditional missionary position. Meli encircled his shoulders and hips with her arms and legs. Pulling him tighter and deeper. In a few moments she felt the now familiar tension and pressure starting to build in her center. "Omigod, Jason! It's starting...it's coming! I'm going toooo cooommmmming! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooohhhhhhh!" The last stimulated by the explosion of Jason's spend into her love tunnel. Without withdrawing, Jason rolled to the side, taking Meli with him. Her eyes were closed, but the smile on her face told him all he needed to know. "Sleep, babe. We have all day to do this again." Satisfied that he had accomplished his mission to 'fuck her silly,' he, too, went to sleep. Had their eyes been open, and directed toward a particular corner of the room, near the ceiling, they might have noticed a small ball of energy bouncing around and flashing, as the five spirits performed their version of the high five.