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This story is just a stand alone, Halloween inspired story. It occurs outside of the universe 
I've created (Terraverse) and is just in the 'normal' world. Apologies to Theromen for 
posting it before he gave it a proper beta, but I wanted to post it before my birthday 
ended. 

The following story contains teens, f/f, f/futa, oral, ghosts, breast enhancement, 
futanarization
 

Thirteenth Hour


"Nuh uh!" Stacey said defensively, putting her hands in her coat pockets, to keep them 
warm. The chilly late October air was starting to make her shiver. Or perhaps it was the 
mysterious house before them.

"Pfft, you two are just big chickens," Rebecca said, shaking her head disparagingly.

"Your just talking out of your ass Becky," Amy shot back. She didn't care if the girl was 
two years older than her and Stacey, she had no plans on actually going through with this.

"Bawk bawk bu what?" Rebecca clucked mockingly. She put her hands under her armpits 
and began to flap.

"Come on, like you're going to spend the night there?" Amy asked incredulously.

"I never said that I would," she answered. "You two said you were big girls, and boasted 
that there's no such thing as ghosts."

"There isn't. But that doesn't mean I want to spend the night in an old abandoned house.  
It's probably covered in cobwebs and dust!" Amy reasoned. 

"Not likely, my mom still tries to sell that old hunk of junk at the top of the hill. I see 
people going in and out of there once a month at least," Rebecca lied. She had seen 
people in and out of it three times in the last five years, but the underclassmen weren't 
likely to know about it. And her mom was trying to sell it, with the profit she'd make off 
of it she could pay off her credit cards.

"So what? I still don't have to do it," Amy wasn't going to be goaded into this. 

"I knew I shouldn't have bothered talking to you widdle six graders. Little baby girls all 
afraid now huh?" she said mockingly.

"Just because we're thirteen doesn't mean we're little kids," Amy shot back. 

"Well sor-ry, I couldn't tell with that flat chest of yours!" Rebecca said, putting her hands 
under her own breasts for emphasis. She wasn't the most endowed child in school, but it 
didn't take a genius to know that Amy was sensitive about her smaller chest. At thirteen 
years old she had entered into puberty as far as her monthly cycle was concerned, but she 
was still as flat as she had been as a kid. 

"We're not afraid, because there aren't any ghosts in there," Stacey spoke up. "But we 
can't just spend a night there without our parents knowing!"

"Oh is that the only reason now?" Rebecca asked, throwing back her blond hair.

"Eyeah, what do you want from me?" Stacey on the other hand, was going to be goaded 
into this. She wanted that money.

"Look, today is Halloween and it's a Friday, so I'll just have a sleep over. My mom is 
like, totally a drunk, and she won't give a damn about anything once she's passed out. 
She doesn't show houses on Saturday morning. And my dad will be busy with trick or 
treaters, and he doesn't care about what you two are doing. You just come over and we'll 
sneak you in, and come pick you up in the morning. If you're game," Rebecca put her 
hands on her hips, looking down at them.

"One night…for a hundred bucks?" Stacey asked, verifying the terms of the bet.

"A hundred bucks. But that's together, fifty bucks apiece. I'll even give you a bottle of 
my mom's crappy wine. All for just one night in the old Anderson house," Rebecca 
nodded, offering her hand.

"You can't be serious." Amy looked at the place. They were at Rebecca's house, just up 
the street from the house in question. They were only a couple hundred feet or so away. It 
was well kept, the outside looked just like any other house on the block. But ever since 
that young couple had died of carbon monoxide poisoning, nobody had wanted to buy it. 
It was certainly not the worst way to go, completely painless. You just go to sleep and 
never wake up. Their electrical carbon monoxide detector didn't wake them, a design 
flaw. The heating system had since been changed to electric, and the entire place was 
scoured from the cellar to the attic regularly, as Rebecca's mom, the sales agent for the 
house, reported. 

But people still felt creepy, and rumors had run rampant about the 'ghosts' of the young 
Anderson couple running rampant. The couple had been so young and had fit in so well 
into the social circle of the cozy little town, even though they had come from the city.

"You don't want to? Fine, a hundred bucks for me," Stacey said, hoping that her best 
friend wouldn't abandon her, despite her bravado. She had never had that much money in 
her life, and all she had to do was sleep in a house for a night for it. 'It's not like there are 
ghosts in there anyway,' she thought to herself.

Amy looked at her friend Stacey in the face. She wanted to ask 'Why me?' with her 
expression.

"Hey look, just because everyone says there are ghosts in there doesn't mean there are 
really ghosts. And you yourself said there aren't any ghosts. I'll do it for that money, it's 
not like I have to do something gross," Stacey reasoned. 

"Fine, I'm in," Amy took Rebecca's hand and shook. Stacey took her hand a moment 
later, and they agreed on it.

"Just show up tonight. And bring sleeping bags and stuff, you know, so it doesn't look 
funny," Rebecca wanted to cover her tracks. Her mom was a bitch when she got drunk on 
Friday nights, her only night to 'relax' as she put it.

"I plan on it, I'm not sleeping on that bed," Amy said, her skin seemed to crawl with the 
idea of using the mattress.

"It's not the same bed, but whatever, you still have to sleep in the bedroom," Rebecca 
rolled her eyes. She looked at her watch, already four in the afternoon. "Be back here by 
seven."

*

The day had passed quickly for all three girls. The lie had gone so well, almost too well 
for Amy's liking. She had hoped that her brother would need to be babysat or some other 
kink would appear. But she would not be so fortunate, and here she stood, sleeping bag in 
hand, looking at the house. The lights were even on outside, making the house seem so 
innocuous.

"Nervous?" Rebecca asked. She didn't expect the two of them to show up. Her mother 
hadn't helped, but she was out like a light now. She checked her cell phone, it was just 
quarter past nine now. 'Plenty of time for those two to chicken out' she thought.

"Nope," Stacey lied, trying to be still her heart. She was thankful to have her sleeping bag 
under one arm and a pillow under the other, to keep her hands still. She realized that she 
should have work her corduroy coat that was rolled inside the sleeping bag instead of her 
thin but comfortable pink pajamas.

"Why would I? There's no such thing as ghosts and they changed the heating system," 
Amy pushed the glasses back up on her nose. It always moved her hair forward, and she 
completed the motion by pushing her red hair back behind her shoulders. Unlike her 
foolhardy friend she had worn her coat over her normal clothes. Her pajamas were in the 
sleeping bag. 

"Before we go, I want to see it," Stacey said. 

"See what?" Becky asked.

"The money, if I have to spend a whole night in that place then you better 'show me the 
money'!" she said, quoting the movie she had watched recently on cable TV. 

"Fine," Rebecca said, pulling out the wrinkly hundred dollar bill. She grabbed both ends 
and held it to Stacey's face, then put it in front of Amy's as well. Her grandmother had 
sent it as a birthday gift and she had never told her parents about it. "See? Happy now?"

"Yeah. When do you want us to come out tomorrow?" Amy asked, stepping away from 
the old wrinkly bill. It had that smell of old money to it, and she would rather not have it 
in her face regardless. 

"Anytime after sunrise. Sometime after six or so. I'll leave the backdoor open so you can 
come in, I don't think anyone will notice. Unless the ghoooost gets yooooooou" Rebecca 
said, imitating the ghastly tone.

"Stuff it," Stacey said, shaking her head. She felt her ponytail of black hair rustle on the 
back of her pajamas. "That money is as good as ours, you might as well just hand it over 
now."

"Yeah well for some reason I'm gonna wait for sun-up. And if I catch you two leaving 
then you lost," she said, waggling her finger for emphasis. "Here's the keys, don't forget 
to lock up."

Stacey took them from her hand and opened the door. She put her flashlight on and 
walked in. 

"Hey dumbass, the lights are on!" Rebecca shouted from outside.

Amy didn't respond and just put the light on. With the room illuminated, the place didn't 
seem nearly as scary. In fact it was nice inside. 

"Come on Amy, this isn't that bad," Stacey said, looking around the place.

"Yeah, I guess," Stacey still seemed wary of it.

"Hell my house isn't this clean!" she pointed out, running her finger along the 
windowsill, showing her friend a lack of dust. 

"Ok, but I expect Rebecca to start some shit," Amy thought aloud.

"Whatever, it's two of us against that one bitch, what do we have to worry about?" 
Stacey moved her arms, they were getting sore from carrying everything. "Let's just get 
this over with and get some sleep."

"Fine, she said the bedroom was upstairs," Amy pointed at the stairs. She flicked the light 
switch on and started to climb them. She expected them to creak, or something. But they 
just made the solid thud sound that any well-built staircase would as children hoofed up 
them.

"This one's the bathroom," Stacey said, poking her head in.

"Ok, it's probably at the end of the hallway," Amy nodded towards the big door. The 
hallway too was nice, it had been cleaned recently. The lingering odor of pine cleaner 
remained.

"Bingo!" Stacey flicked the light on. "Wow, this is a nice room."

"It is pretty nice," Amy admitted, looking it over. The bedroom was big. Almost double 
the size of her own and bigger than her parents even. It was like the rest of the house, 
sparsely furnished. There was just a bed on a nice old wooden frame in the middle of the 
room. The walls had been painted a sky blue, and looked just as clean as the rest of the 
house. The only other things of note were the curtains, which looked like the cheap kind 
anyone could buy at Walmart.

"This is going to be the easiest hundred bucks we'll ever make," Stacey dropped 
everything she was carrying. Her heart dropped as she heard the loud clank of glass 
hitting the floor.

"Oh shit Stace, did you break it?" Amy knelt down, expecting a huge mess.

"No," she said, taking a deep breath. "Thank god, you have any idea how I was gonna 
explain my clothes reeking to my mom? She barely bought into this whole stupid 
sleepover idea in the first place."

"Hmm, mine too. She only agreed after I told her that you would be coming. I was kind 
of hoping that she would say no," Amy put down her own sleeping bag, carefully, and 
unrolled it.

"Come on Aim, don't be like that," Stacey didn't like the idea of upsetting her friend.

"Look, I'm sorry but I really didn't want to come," Amy said, a bit harsher than she had 
meant. 

"I didn't want to make you," the redhead didn't know that her friend objected so.

"It's fine," Amy sighed. "I'm just going to change."

"Oh, uh, ok, the bathroom is right there," Stacey gulped.

"I'll just change here, I mean we change in front of each other at the locker room before 
and after gym class. Just turn your head," Amy didn't really want to be alone, creeping in 
some dead person's bathroom.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure," Stacey grabbed her cell phone, flipping through text messages she 
had received. She had secretly lusted after her friend for as long as she could remember 
now. But she couldn't imagine destroying their friendship. Just the idea of being outed at 
school as a dyke was too much for her to bear. Her parents would find out and would 
freak out. And even worse, she was afraid that Amy would freak out. She clicked through 
the text messages furiously, just trying to focus on anything else.

"Who are you texting?" Amy asked, noticing her friend's rapid button clicking.

Stacey turned her head, seeing her best friend's bare back, covered only by her long black 
ponytail. Her heart skipped a beat as she bent over and pulled down her pants.

"Uh, nobody," Stacey turned her phone around, snapping as many pictures as she could. 
She could feel that wetness forming between her legs. If it were any other time she would 
find an excuse to rub one out in private, but if she could go, where would she go?

"What are you doing?" Amy asked curiously, pushing her arms through her shirt before 
pulling her ponytail out.

"W-what?" Stacey said, her voice conveying guilt. She almost dropped her phone as she 
stuffed it in her pajama pocket.

"I heard you clicking like a million times over there, if you weren't texting someone what 
were you doing?" Amy said. She buttoned her lime green pajamas up as she looked at 
Stacey, who seemed like she had seen a ghost.

"Oh, uh, I was just, deleting old texts," Stacey tried to calm herself down.

"You look nervous, you sure you want to spend the night here?" Amy asked.

"Oh, no, I'm good, sorry, just, you know, nerves," Stacey put on her best fake smile and 
hoped that she could slow the flow between her legs. "It was my stupid idea anyway."

"I still don't get why in the hell you'd want to do this," Amy wanted to chastise her 
friend, but after seeing her reaction, she decided against it.

"Look, Rebecca is like, the most popular girl in the eighth grade. If we hang out with her, 
we'll be like the most popular girls in the sixth grade," Stacey reasoned.

"Stace, who cares about that? She's a total bitch to us all the time!" Amy argued.

"Yeah, she is, but do you want to be a dork or do you want to actually be popular?" 
Stacey posed the question. She had grown up being the nerdy kid, the loser of the class. 
And she saw the opportunity to move up the schoolyard's social ladder.

"Popular I guess," Amy answered the hypothetical question. At least it seemed 
hypothetical to her. "What the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know. I should have asked you to bring your laptop," Stacey looked around the 
room.

"I was gonna but my brother left it on and the battery was dead. I didn't think that the 
lights and stuff would be on so I didn't bother, I just figured it'd be dead weight," Amy 
had already chewed her brother out. It wasn't her fault that he had messed up his 
computer with all of the porn he was downloading.

"Oh hey," Stacey turned around, looking at the bottle of wine that Rebecca had pilfered. 
"We always have this!"

"Oh I don't know," Amy said, recalling the last time she had drank.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun, you were spinning around the room the last time we got 
drunk." Stacey grinned. 

"You come on, I was lying in bed like I was half dead for the whole next day," Amy 
could still feel the pain when she held her head.

"You just overdid it a little bit is all, and on an empty stomach. You ate right?" Stacey 
tried to convince her friend. Getting drunk by oneself wasn't nearly as fun, as she well 
knew.

"Yeah, I ate. God you are such a lush," Amy shook her head disparagingly.

"Yeah, I know," Stacey looked at the bottle. "Pee-not gri-geo."

"I think it's 'Pinot Grigio'" Amy had heard her parents say it before.

Stacey unscrewed the bottle cap. She could feel the contents slosh around, still cold 
inside. The bottle didn't even look like anyone had drunk more than a glass. She sniffed 
at the mouth, the pungent odor filling her nostrils. She felt almost intoxicated just from 
sniffing it.

"What about wineglasses?" Amy expected there to be bare cupboards in the empty house.

"Hmm I didn't think of bringing anything. I guess I should have brought some water or 
something," Stacey looked at the contents of the bottle, trying to determine by eyes if its 
contents were white, or red.

"I have a bottle of water," Amy said, pulling it out from the middle of her sleeping bag. 

"Oh cool, pour it out and I'll put your drinks in the water bottle," Stacey raised the bottle 
near her head like a trophy.

"Nuh uh, no way. I'm not gonna do that, what am I gonna drink when I'm hung-over?" 
she knew from experience that was a painful wakeup.

"Ok, fine, we'll just share. I mean hell, we share soda sometimes, right?" Stacey 
reasoned. She didn't give Amy a chance to respond before she put her lips on the bottle 
and took a deep drink. She made a contorted face, feeling the sting of the wine running 
down her throat. Her body felt weird for a moment before the feeling passed. "It's good."

"It looks good," Amy said sarcastically as she took the bottle. She too sniffed it, her face 
shuddering from the smell. Stacey tried to encourage her to drink it, aping the motions 
she had just done.

"Oh what the hell," Amy sighed, pouring the wine back. Unlike Stacey she measured her 
drinks more moderately. The wine was sweeter than the few times she had drank, and 
went down far easier than the merlot she had drank last time with Stacey. She passed the 
bottle on the left hand side.

"That's the spirit. God how much is three liters?" Stacey asked naively. She knew this 
was going to be more than enough to keep her occupied tonight. She just wished she 
wasn't horny and alone with the object of her affection and nothing else to do besides get 
drunk. She knew she could keep herself from touching her friend, but it didn't make it 
any easier.

"Oh wait, I got Youtube on my phone!" Amy said, digging through the pocket of her 
coat. 

"Oh awesome," Stacey said, sitting on her sleeping bag. "Let's just kick back and watch 
something." She didn't add 'and have a few drinks.'

The night passed by fairly quickly for the two girls. They drank from the bottle, and they 
watched videos on Youtube. They even sent Rebecca a video message, showing the 
inside of the bedroom as they acted nonchalantly.

They had both worked themselves into such a drunken stupor they had forgotten that the 
house was haunted. Stacey was by far drunker than Amy, but Amy had let loose in the 
intervening hours and had her fair share. The bottle was barely more than a third finished, 
but the two of them were sloshed.

"Ohhhhh," Amy pouted, as her cell phone finally died. 

"Dammit," Stacey said, giggling at Amy's pouting face. 

"Now what are we gonna do?" Amy asked, her voice slurring. She knew that Stacey's 
cell phone didn't get internet access, it was one of the prepaid ones.

"Iunno," Stacey shrugged. "We could go to sleep."

"I'm not tired," Amy said, resting her head on her hand.

Stacey looked at her cell phone for a moment to check the time. "Wow, it's almost 
midnight."

"Really? Maybe we should sleep then," Amy said, fumbling around for the water bottle 
she had misplaced.

"Elevun fiddy eight," Stacey read. "Fiddy nine."

"Oh wow, the witchin' hour's close at hand," Amy giggled.

"What a bunch of bullshit isn't it? Oh noooooo, there's a ghoooooost!" Stacey mocked 
the ghastly inflection. 

"I knooooow, they're gonna get us!" Amy couldn't stop her laughter at the silliness of it 
all. Stacey joined in; her friend's laughter was infectious. 

"Here we go," Stacey said, pointing at the clock. "And it's twelve!"

"Where the ghosts at?" Amy looked around like she was trying to find someone in a 
crowd. Suddenly there was a loud thud outside. Both of their heads spun towards the 
door.

"What the fuck was that?" Amy asked.

"Iunno, you think it's Rebecca? Trying to scare us?" Stacey looked for any kind of 
weapon, but found only the flashlight. She grabbed it, holding it like a club as she stood 
up. "Let's check it out, that bitch's money is as good as mine!"

"Yeah fuck that bitch!" Amy said, nearly falling over as she hobbled up. The two ambled 
towards the door, impeded by their own inebriation.

Stacey grabbed the handle of the doorknob and tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge. 
"What the fuck?" she asked to no one in particular. She handed the flashlight to Amy and 
tried to twist the knob with both hands, unsuccessfully. 

"Lemme try," Amy said, spitting in her hands like a cartoon character. She too tried 
twisting it, unsuccessfully. She pulled the bottom of her pajama shirt and covered the 
doorknob with it to help turn it, but to no avail.

"Just use the key, the bitch locked us in," Amy thought aloud, drunkenly.

"She can't lock us IN, we can lock her OUT!" Stacey pointed out.

"Oh yeah," Amy giggled at her own silly notion. 

"There's no lock on the door," Stacey pointed at it, her finger hovering up and down in 
her drunkenness. 

"Izzer a chair on the other side or somethin?" Amy tried to come up with another idea as 
she pushed the glasses back on her nose. They felt odd, and she took them off. 

"Iunno," Stacey shrugged. The two of them jumped in their skins as they heard another 
thud, many times louder than the first.

"What the fuck is that?" Stacey asked in a panic.

"Rebecca you bitch, you're not scaring us!" Amy shouted, although her voice betrayed 
her concern.

"Ok, ok, relax, we, we just gotta relax," Stacey said, trying to calm herself down. "What 
is she doing out there? Did she lock us in, how? Glue on the door or something?"

"She couldn't have, we have been in and out to pee a dozen times," Amy pointed out.

"Did we even close the door? I don't remember having done it," Stacey thought.

"Whatever, it's fine, we, we just gotta deal with it and not panic. God why did we send 
her that message?" Amy asked, looking at her dead cell phone. "Hey, call the bitch, 
that'll do it!"

"Oh, yeah, okay," Stacey picked up her phone and dialed. "Shit, no service, how can that 
be? It was five bars before!"

Another banging noise, this one louder still boomed throughout the house. It sounded like 
it happened just on the other side of the doorway.

"Fuck it, let's get the fuck out of here," Amy said, stepping from the door. She looked at 
the window. 

"What are we gonna do? The door is the only way out, and that's a long drop onto 
concrete," Stacey pointed at the drained pool. In their desperation, their intoxication 
seemed to minimize.

The room filled with a moaning. It was low at first, but the volume increased 
exponentially. There was no speakers, no system of conveying noise in the room, beyond 
the two girl's cellular phones. Gusts of wind whirled about the room, with no window 
open or any other source to explain the draft. 

Amy grabbed onto Stacey for dear life, trembling in her friend's hand. Under normal 
circumstances Stacey would have lusted over this attention, but now she was so 
frightened she could hardly move. 

Out of nowhere twin puffs of smoke appeared. One green, the other blue, they both 
seemed to just poof into existence. They swirled around the room, slowly beginning to 
take form.

The green appeared to be a young woman, in her early twenties. Skinny and cute, the first 
feature that stood out was her chest, large for a woman her size. The blue smoke took the 
shape of a young man, also in his early twenties. The forms were full, entire bodies from 
hair atop their heads to their feet, which hovered barely an inch over the ground. But they 
were transparent, see through like a hazy window.

"W, who are you?" Amy said. Her previous disbelief of paranormal activities was long 
gone. She was clutched her friend dearly, feeling her heart race in her chest.

"We are the residents of this house," said a beautiful but forlorn female voice.

"We lived here, slept here and loved here," said a pensive male voice. 

"B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but y-y-y-y-y-y-you…d-d-d-d-died!" Stacey stuttered, her teeth 
chattered loud enough to be heard. To say that she was scared would be an 
understatement. She was happy that Amy was there to prop her up. 

"Yes…we are no longer of this world," the sad female voice said. Amy watched with 
amazement as she fumbled for her glasses, and peered at the specter in front of her. She 
had recognized it as the body of Jessica Anderson, the woman who had died in this very 
room. Her face was transparent, but she could notice the features. She was pretty, but in 
an odd way, like an old picture of a person from history who was long dead.

"My wife and I…we ceased to be together," the male voice bemoaned his loss. His form 
seemed to take a more definite shape. She found him cute, despite his ethereal nature. 
Amy recognized him as Michael Anderson.

"I, I, I'm sorry Mr. Anderson," Stacey said, putting her hands up in defense. "I, I didn't 
m-m-mean to m-m-m-mock you or nothin! Serious! Please don't haunt us!"

"We don't want to haunt you," Jessica said, her voice was sad but had a soothing quality. 
Amy couldn't quite describe the voice, it seemed to hover in the air like the wind, coming 
in at an odd harmony and wafting out with a strange melody.

"We're sorry if we desecrated your resting place," Amy said, trying to respectfully put 
their minds at ease. "If you wish we shall leave this place and never, ever, bother you 
again."

"Y-y-yeah you can rest puh-puh-peacefully! Honest!" Stacey was trying to bargain as 
though her life depended on it. 

"No, we can't rest peacefully," Michael's otherworldly voice said. If anything his 
inflection seemed to become even sadder than before.

"W-w-w-w-why? Y-y-y-y-y-you don't w-w-w-w-want revenge or something d-d-do 
you?" Stacey's legs were weak, she felt like they might give out from under her. "W-w-
we nuh nuh never meant to do nuh nuthin to you!"

"No, our last regret in life was that we would never have the chance to consummate our 
love one last time," Jessica said. Her voice conveyed a wistful longing.

"You mean…?" Amy didn't know how to address ghosts. Or how to address people 
about sex. Or how to address ghosts about sex.

"It was nothing but a silly argument. I wanted to watch football. She wanted to watch her 
usual comedy. In our own way we were each stubborn. We argued without resolve. I 
climbed in bed late. We were both angry. We didn't even say our usual goodnight," 
Michael lamented.

"We have spent years now, bemoaning our shortsightedness. In life we loved, yet we 
choose to go to our deathbed in an angry silence. Now our spirits are chained to the earth 
with bonds stronger than any metal," Amy said, moving her hand towards her husband's 
face. Her transparent hand simply passed through his vaporous face.

"Every moment of existence to us is a torment of our own making. How I yearn to touch 
my sweet wife's body once more, so that we may pass on to the next life," Mike looked 
longingly into his wife's face. 

"So you two can't…" Amy tried to find the appropriate words to explain what she was 
trying to say. Thirteen year olds were rarely great theologians.

"No, we cannot leave the physical realm without once more consummating the love that 
we shared," he said.

"You mean…make love?" Amy wasn't sure what 'consummating' meant.

"Yes, if we could but make love once more we could finally be laid to rest. Ever since my 
spirit awoke, to find the bodies my wife and my rotting body below, I haven't had the 
sweet pleasure of my wife's skin. The memories had haunted me, just the silky smooth 
caress of her nearness. Perhaps worse still is the chance I might forget. I might no longer 
remember the one person who meant the most to me," Michael's vapory eyes shut.

"That's so sad," Stacey said, steadying her voice for the first time since she had seen the 
ghosts. 

"It is, I just wish that there were something that we could do," Amy said. 

"You…no, I could not ask something," Mike stopped himself.

"What?" Stacey asked, trying to fix her eyes on him.

"It would not be right with two so young such as yourselves," he said.

"Oh, you…oh," Stacey said, taking a step back.

"How could that even work?" Amy was more interested in the idea behind it than the 
actual action.

"If we were to…share your corporeal bodies, for just a short time, we could fulfill our 
needs, and…" Jessica uttered.

"And you could…rest?" Amy wondered.

"But we could not ask it," Mike seemed to sigh, or as close to a sigh as a ghost could 
make.

"But, I mean…" Stacey wanted to help. A large part of it was due to her attraction to her 
friend, but that wasn't the only thing. Unlike her friend she had believed in ghosts, ever 
since she was a child. She just didn't think that they would become ghosts. They weren't 
murdered, there wasn't some big problem. Both belonged to large families that had 
missed them greatly, neither of them had children. They were just unfortunate people 
who had died. Not everyone who passed away became ghosts.

"You can't mean?" Amy asked.

"I, I think…I do…" Stacey felt guilty.

"Ok, just, calm down for a minute and," Amy tried to slow her friend down.

"Truly? You have done us a favor that we can never repay," Jessica said. Her translucent 
body became as vapor, small sinewy puffs of smoke. The diaphanous cloud encircled 
Amy's body, covering her body in Jessica's essence. The smoke merged with her skin, 
and in one short skin crawling sensation, it was over.

"I cannot express my thanks with words," Michael said. His incorporeal body flattened, 
becoming thin and gossamer, just as Jessica's had. Unlike his wife, his circled round and 
round like a spiral of smoke. Stacey's mouth opened wide in wonder at the sight before 
her. Her eyes bugged out, her body was covered in goose bumps, and her entire body felt 
hot to the touch. The spiral entered through her mouth, swirling quicker than she could 
watch. It filled her with a final wisp, and both ghosts were gone.

"What…happened?" Amy asked.

"I…I don't know," Stacey said, confused. "I didn't, I didn't agree but I," Stacey started to 
panic. Her body still felt hot to the touch. "I'm sorry I wanted to help them but I didn't 
want to make you sleep with me!"

"Just…just calm down. We have to relax, okay?" Amy was trying to relax herself more 
than her friend. She was oblivious to the fact that Stacey DID want to have sex with her, 
she just didn't want to force her.

"Ok, you're right, you're right. I mean hey, it's not like we're going at it right? It's just, I 
mean, how can, we're two girls," Stacey said, looking over at the bottle of wine, still well 
over half full. She almost tripped over her own two legs dashing towards it. She took a 
quick drink, it didn't seem as bitter or harsh this time.

"Lemme have some," Amy said. Her father had always said 'A stiff drink to calm me 
down' when he came home from work. She quickly turned the bottom of the bottle up, 
gulping the wine down voraciously.

"Don't hog it," Stacey's body was feeling warm, and she wanted to blame it on the wine. 
It helped her forget the strange scene that she had seen. She grabbed the bottle from Amy, 
almost spilling the wine on her as she took her turn drinking it.

"God that was so, so weird," Amy didn't notice the sweat forming on her brow.

"I know," Stacey said, passing the bottle. "Did we, was that…real?"

"No, no it couldn't be," Amy said, taking a strong drink. "We must have been tripping or 
something."

"Yeah, yeah maybe that bitch Becky put drugs in the wine or something," Stacey said, 
ripping the bottle away form Amy. Wine spilled along their bodies, filling the room with 
a fruity aroma. Stacey barely noticed as she continued to chug from the bottle, almost 
entranced by it.

"Oh," Amy grabbed the bottle from her, spilling even more wine along their young 
bodies, "Maybe we shouldn't have it then." She didn't stop drinking for a moment, 
chugging it even faster.

"Oh you just want to hog it," Stacey put her lips next to Amy's, as the bottle continued to 
pour down between their lips. They finished the last drops of the body, their tongues 
collecting the remaining drops of the sweet wine along the rims of their mouths. 

Stacey didn't even think twice as her tongue pushed into Amy's mouth, delighting in the 
new flavor. She was overcome with desire, an ethereal and indescribable carnal lust. 
While she had desired her friend's companionship, she was a woman possessed with 
desire for two women, housed in the one body.

Amy moaned gently into Stacey's mouth, she didn't know why she was feeling this way. 
She had never given into lust in such a manner. Her body was hot, tingling with an 
indescribable thirst that was quenched only with her lover's mouth. She had never reacted 
this way, never thought any of this kind of thing was possible before. But she was beyond 
rational thought. Her brain was overcome with carnal desire not of this world. 

Stacey pulled down her pajama top. The buttons ripped off and dropped onto the floor. 
She still felt hot, wanting more. She didn't have time to unlatch her bra, she simply tore it 
off with one stroke. Were she capable of thought, she might reflect that she would never 
have the strength to do that, or the pain threshold to withstand it.

Stacey unbuttoned Amy's pajamas feverishly with an inhuman speed. She pulled the 
garment down, and pulled away from her kiss. She looked at Amy's body, the one she 
had lusted ver so many times. She pulled the bra outward, and then drooped it down, 
revealing the chest of her best friend. Her mouth latched onto it, sucking on them like a 
newborn babe. She could taste the lingering remnants of the wine, but she was more 
interested in the hard nipple. Her tongue rolled over it, delighting in it's feel. She 
alternated to the other breast, loudly and lewdly slurping the wine off.

She felt the breasts, they were no longer petite. They seemed to grow, inflate in her eyes. 
from barely single C cup size to a large set of C cup breasts! She cupped them, savoring 
their size, their weight, and their very nearness.

Amy threw her head back in passion. She had never felt this way, never had someone so 
close to her, someone fondling her breasts and suckling on her nipples. She never wanted 
it to stop. The breasts grew with a burning, aching sexual need, flesh exploding outward. 
She undid her bra, looking at how foolish it seemed now. Her hands reached down to the 
elastic waistband of the pajama pants she was wearing, and pushed them as far down as 
her hands would reach. Her hips shimmied from side to side, swaying as she managed to 
get the pants down off of her body.

Stacey kneeled down, her mouth watering at the prospect of her friend's snatch. She 
pulled the panties down, savoring the virile musky scene of pussy, the first she had ever 
smelt besides her own. She admired her friend's fiery red bush first and foremost, 
knowing somewhere in her heart that the carpets had to match the drapes. It wasn't 
especially big or hairy, just a small patch, almost like a landing strip. 

Amy groaned aloud as she felt Stacey's tongue her steamy wet sex. Her entire body 
seemed to convulse from the tongue. Stacey worked with an impossible knowledge, 
knowing exactly where to do everything. She had dreamed of eating her friend out, but 
she had no experience. Her tongue looped around her clit, suckling and encircling the 
achingly hard nub. The sides of her tongue slurped up against her lips, making her coo 
from the unexpected raspy texture. Stacey was enjoying not just the taste but also the 
smell and the vision of sex. All of her senses seemed enraptured with her friend's 
sexuality, and she was drunk not only on wine but of lust as well.

"Oh, ooh god," Amy cried aloud. "You, oh, god!" she was at a loss for words. Her hands 
cupped her breasts, milking her now large chest for what she could. They had grown, but 
she could not notice it in her present state. Her chest was large, and it seemed like it had 
always been large to her. Her mind was reeling from the sensation. She had never known 
a lust like this before. It was more intoxicating than any drink she had ever tasted.

Stacey's fingers moved upward, sensing the desire and the heat emanating from Amy. 
Her finger rubbed against the outer lips, collecting the dew. With a loud slurp she suckled 
all of her friend's juices from the digit, only making her thirsty for more. She worked a 
single finger in slowly. Even in her lust she had no desire to hurt her friend. But her body 
was so wet and willing she welcome it. Her body grinded against the finger, trying to fill 
herself with more. Stacey was more than happy to oblige, watching with wonder as her 
two fingers reached into her best friend's tight, virgin, pink pussy. It was such a strange 
sensation to her to have it in another woman's body. She knew what to anticipate from 
her own, but inside of another person she didn't know how wet it would be, how the body 
would react, and how intense the sensations were.

And how intense they were. Amy was weak in the knees from the oral onslaught and 
fierce finger fucking that Stacey was unleashing on her. She couldn't stand it anymore, 
and bellowed uncontrollably as she came harder than any other time in her life. She felt 
like a woman possessed, like she was cumming twice as hard in the same body. Her 
pussy contracted around Stacey's fingers, gushing sweet sticky fluids all over her face. 
Stacey slurped them happily, satisfied that she had fulfilled her dreams and pleased her 
friend.

But she was nowhere near satisfied herself. She lay back onto the sleeping bag and 
quickly dragged her pajama bottoms down. She reached down between her legs, feeling 
her panties, slimy and soaked with sexual succus. She slowly peeled them off, feeling the 
cool air on her hot body sooth her for just a moment.

Amy didn't even say a word, she simply dove between Stacey's legs. Unlike Stacey she 
didn't have nearly the kind of experienced tongue. But she made up with it with her 
enthusiasm. She still felt strange, like she was doing something out of the ordinary. Her 
tongue lapped the rivets of love honey eagerly, all of the juices that had run down her 
legs. It tasted sweet but strangely familiar. She didn't know how to describe it truly, and 
she wasn't going to try.

She was in for a surprise when suddenly her face was covered in warm fluid. She turned 
around to watch Stacey buck and writhe on the floor, her butt bouncing up and down as 
the girl trembled in ecstasy. She continued to drink the fluids, enjoying the taste, never 
questioning why.

"That was fast," she said, watching the fluid from the girl dry up.

"Oh, it, my, oh!" Stacey cried out, rubbing her clit. Amy looked down, watching with 
wonder and amazement as her clitoris doubled in size. But not just doubled, it kept 
increasing. Larger and larger the clit grew. Flesh exploded and grew at an unnatural pace. 
At first it looked like a finger, but it kept growing, inflating like a balloon. The organ 
continued to grow, until it stood proudly near her face. It burned and pulsed out of her 
body, like something powerful but natural nonetheless.

"How, how did you have a penis?" Amy asked, amazed at the organ.

"I don't know! Please!" she cried aloud, unable to identify the proper words to ask. Amy 
didn't bother her and took the penis in her mouth with relative ease. She had heard from 
the other girls about a gag reflex, but she took the cock in easily. Unlike eating pussy, she 
seemed to have a natural affinity for sucking cock. She teased the head of the penis, 
running her tongue around in circles over the sensitive tip. There was a slightly salty but 
sweet flavored precum off of the tip. So juicy and tasty she ran it along her mouth and 
over her lips, relishing it all. She loved hearing the desirous moans of her friend as she 
teased her so. Then she slowly bobbed her head down, her eyes meeting with Stacey's. 
Stacey felt her cock get harder at the sight of her best friend sucking her so. It was so 
strange but she needed to get sexual release more than she could begin to describe.

Amy began to deep throat the cock, surprised at how easily she took it in. she had heard 
that most boys were six or seven inches long, but this was easily nine, and she swallowed 
it for the first time ever sucking cock with no problem! She enjoyed it, more so than she 
could understand. 

Stacey's fists grabbed onto the cloth of the sleeping bag, trying to control her intense 
desire. She didn't even begin to know how to control herself, she wanted to shove her 
cock down Amy's throat but held off for her sake despite her own lust. She could barely 
breathe, she felt a berserk craving.

Amy could tell from the look in her eyes that Stacey wanted that release. She moved her 
hand under Stacey's clitdick and to her pussy, inserting three fingers into the tight and 
wet virgin snatch. Stacey screamed with pleasure, as Amy took no time or consideration 
in finger fucking her quickly and powerfully. Her mind was being overloaded with 
pleasure, and she was grunting and groaning animalistic.

She looked down at Amy's sweet red curls. Her eyes met with hers again and she 
couldn't take it any longer. She came harder than she ever thought possible, her whole 
body seemed to climax at once. She gushed more honey from her pot than she had ever 
done in her young life. Her new cock pumped blast after blast of hot cum into Amy's 
stomach, filling the girl quickly. Amy pulled the cock out of her mouth, and the sensation 
of retracting it was so incredible that the next blast of cum from Stacey's cock shot up in 
the air, nearly hitting the ceiling fan before dropping back down atop the two of them. 
Amy continued to finger and stroke Stacey's cock, her lips returning to the tip of her cock 
to collect the white sticky prize that oozed out. 

Stacey leaned back, her body nearly collapsing on the sleeping bags. She slowly caught 
her breath as she felt Amy's body crawl up, pressed against hers. Amy opened her mouth, 
and surprised her for a moment by sharing her sexual juices, both semen and pussy 
secretions in a long and sloppy wet kiss. It couldn't have tasted any better to Stacey, 
because it shared the most important juice to her, Amy's.

Stacey and Amy continued to make out, their batteries seem to recharge with an 
impossible speed. Stacey hugged Amy tightly and turned their bodies over, laying Amy 
on the bottom. Her cock was already hard again, and she pointed the long, hard phallus at 
Amy's still virgin pink sex.

"Please," Amy said, desperate for more, "Take me!"

Stacey needed no better hint. She pushed the head of her new cock into her best friend's 
wet pussy. It was such a new and strange sensation and one that she relished in. To have a 
cock was one thing but to feel it pressing up against the walls of her friend's body, where 
nobody had gone before was amazing. Every inch of her cock seemed to be milked 
unnaturally, and every nerve in her body was jolting pleasure to her brain.

Amy bit her lip, expecting pain. But there was no pain, only an unnatural pleasure. She 
had popped her cherry accidentally a long time ago while riding her bike, but she never 
expected a fat nine-inch cock to enter her vestal vagina without some pain. While Stacey 
had tried to take it slow, she couldn't stand it. Her arms wrapped around her lover and 
wanted more. She pulled her body closer, feeling the trepidation of Stacey. 

"Do it!" Amy practically begged, her body wanted pleasure more so than anything else 
she had ever needed. Stacey pushed in with one mighty thrust filling Amy to the hilt with 
the length of her new cock. She couldn't describe her own satisfaction at the event. But 
looking into Amy's hazy and lust filled eyes, she knew that her own gratification paled in 
comparison to Amy's. 

Stacey began the motions of lovemaking, her cock, hard and covered with lubricating 
love fluids continued powerful penetrating thrusts. Amy's entire pussy seemed to milk 
and grind against her cock, squeezing and tugging across the shaft. It clenched against it 
creating the perfect resistance while still accepting it with such a willingness that there 
was no question as to how much she wanted it.

Amy's head leaned forward, resting in between her best friend's bosoms. She opened her 
mouth and let gravity drop it in her mouth. She suckled and groaned at the same time, 
only making Stacey's own pleasure increase tenfold. She seemed to pant and suckle on 
her tit, driving even more blood to the already engorged nipple. Her tongue danced across 
it with a perverse and playful motion. 

Stacey grabbed Amy's legs and wrapped them around her hips. She pulled her even 
closer as she fucked her for all that she was worth. Her long and deliberate strokes 
slammed the entire length of her cock deep into her best friend's pussy. She had dreamed 
of sex with her beloved for so long that she couldn't imagine it was happening, even 
under this strange situation.

Amy's body was livid with lust and a carnal desire for more. Her body grinded against 
Stacey's, trying to fill herself with as much cock derived pleasure as she could receive. If 
she could she would make Stacey slam her even harder, she couldn't help it.

"OH JESSICA!" Stacey screamed, her eyes hazy and glowing a faint blue.

"DO IT MICHAEL!" Amy cried out aloud, the same glowing slightly green. Neither 
noticed calling the other a different name.

Stacey pushed deep into Amy one last time, her cock erupting in a supernatural orgasm 
that rocked her to the very core of her being. Every drop of her body was aflame with 
pleasure and desire, a heat that filled every nook and cranny on her body. Her body 
shook, her heart seemed to beat with each wad of cum that shoot straight into her friend's 
womb. Every drop of cum in her body was milked out of her, and she couldn't stop for 
the life of her. She was panting for breath, her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her 
whole body was wracked with sweat.

Amy's legs wrapped around Stacey involuntarily as she came with a transcendental 
orgasm. Her pussy convulsed and contracted, clamping along Amy's cock with apparent 
glee. She arched her back, feeling the hot cum splashing against the back of her womb 
only spurned more delight. She couldn't think, she was wrapped up with an unbelievable 
unreal climax beyond her imagination.

The two lovers hugged each other in a deep embrace, before sleep overcame them both. 
As they slumbered, both snoring heavily after a night of drinking wine, the two 
apparitions exited their bodies, in the same way they had entered.

"I cannot believe that they fell for it," Michael said, yawning from exhaustion.

"It was a good story," Jessica smiled at her husband.

"Yes, I thought the 'going to bed angry' angle made it more believable," he chuckled. 

"Well they were gullible," she frowned. "Almost felt wrong."

"I don't know about that, she did have feelings for Amy, I could tell that. Everything she 
did she wanted to do. Well except for my penis, she didn't plan for that," Michael 
chuckled again.

"I guess it can't be helped. Can you remove it?" she asked.

"Nope. She's stuck with it. But it should only grow out when she's aroused," he 
shrugged, remnants of his translucent self puffing around like smoke.

"Still, it was a good story," she smiled.

"I know, I love Halloween. Those silly kids. 'Oh let's go to the haunted house!' Thank 
god for them or we would never get to have sex in bodies." He smiled serenely.

"Yeah, but ghost sex isn't that bad," she said.

"I know, I know, but I'd rather feel your breasts. Speaking of which, it looks like you 
gave her a bit of a surprise there as well," Mike grinned.

"Yes, well girl's are supposed to have chests. Even she wanted a nice rack. I just fast-
forwarded it a bit. And I don't recall you complaining," she pointed out.

"Oh goodness no. Anyway, let's leave these two for now. We'll come back when they're 
gone. Maybe we'll luck out and they'll come back soon," he wondered.

"I doubt it, if they have any sense in their heads. And they won't need us to make love 
together anymore," she said, happy that there was something positive that came out of 
their lecherous and deceitful plan.

"That is true, let's go," he said, joining his hand with his wife in the air as they left the 
house. For the moment, at least. There were new tenants in the house, and they would 
respect it.

*

Stacey clutched her head, it ached so, and Amy's snoring didn't help. The early rays of 
the morning light shone through and poked into her eyelids. 

Her memory came back to her like a wave crashing on the beach. She looked around at 
the room, she was in the bedroom where they had been last night. She was naked, lying 
next to her best friend, who was also naked. 'Holy shit, did, did we really fuck?' she 
asked herself. 

The terror in her mind woke her more than any alarm clock or any cup of coffee could. 
She looked down at her raging morning wood and shrieked with alarm.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep!" Amy said, rolling over in bed.

"Amy wake the fuck up now this is no fucking joke just fucking do it!" Stacey said, 
freaked out.

"Stacey what…the…oh shit," Amy looked around the room, and then turned towards 
Stacey.

"It happened," Stacey said, moving the flap of the sleeping bag and exposing her hard 
cock. "If fucking happened last night." 

"Holy shit," Amy blinked, wishing it were some kind of mirage. She touched it just to 
make sure it was real. "Holy shit."

"I, I, oh what the fuck am I gonna do?" Stacey asked, she was starting to panic.

"Ok, just, just calm down. We gotta put clothes on. My brother said that he gets boners in 
the morning sometimes, he just has to put clothes on and think unsexy thoughts," Amy 
tried to make sense of it all.

"But I'm not supposed to have a dick," Stacey said, digging around for her pajama 
bottoms. She opted to skip the panties for now.

"It's ok," Amy said, leaning over and hugging her friend, "It's ok, I like it."

"You do?" Stacey asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do," Amy smiled. "And I think, I think I want to keep enjoying it."

"You really mean it?" Stacey asked, her eyes shining with happiness.

"I do," Amy said, hugging her friend even harder. She looked down at her chest, 
wondering how she was going to explain the explosion in her breasts.

*

"One hundred smackeroos please," Stacey put her hand out.

"How the fuck did you two actually make it is what I'd like to know," Rebecca said, 
handing over the old wrinkly dollar to her.

"Your fault, we got drunk and just slept through the whole night," she said.

"Really?" Rebecca asked, not buying it.

"Pretty much yeah," Amy wasn't planning on revealing what really happened.

"Hey, can we borrow some clothes?" Stacey asked, looking at her wine stained top. 

"Oh uh, I guess, what did you two have a wine fight or something?"

"Something like that yeah." Amy scratched the back of her head.

"I don't think I have any shirt in size 'itty bitty titty'" Becky laughed.

"I'm not quite 'itty bitty' in the old titty department anymore," Amy said, heaving her 
bosom forward.

"What the fuck did happen last night?" Rebecca asked. "Seriously?"

"Seriously?" Stacey said, deadpan.

"Yeah," Rebecca leaned in.

"We saw ghoooosts!" she said mockingly, following her would be friend into her house 
to get out of the cold.


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