Ghostie pushed the pine-green hair out of his eyes as he rose off the pillow and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his wrist. From downstairs the sounds of clanging pots and clinking mugs rang out throughout the house, blended into a cacophonic melody muddled with discussions from his parents. He managed to roll himself out of bed and stumble past the piles of clothes and litter. He eyed the hole he’d punched in the drywall next to the door in a fit of rage but it reminded him of what caused it in the first place. Unable or unwilling to find fault in himself or to reflect on his mistakes, he tried to cover it up with the neck of his bass guitar that had been lying on a pair of jeans and a laptop laden with band stickers. The hole was barely patched, like the holes in his life.
Peering out of the door he checked left and right before stepping out wearing only his boxers. Opposite the bathroom was his step-sister’s room, her own personal sanctuary from the tumultuous lunacy of teenage life. A sanctuary that was all too frequently violated by Ghostie, though she really didn’t mind all too much. Ghostie turned the handle as quietly as he could and tip toed his way inside, closing the door softly behind him. Her room wasn’t clean, but by comparison to his it was spotless. She still lay in bed, softly snoring away with the blankets clutched half way across her face. Her legs stuck out of the covers up to her waist, leaving her butt hanging out with only a little pair of panties covering her up, riding high into her ass cheeks and clinging tightly to every curve.
Ghostie made his way over to the bed and sat on the side of it gently to not wake her up, eyeing up from her little feed and along her legs, following the sweeping curves of her body. He couldn’t help but run a soft hand along her skin, slightly cool to the touch but so silky and smooth. He ran his hand along the back of her thighs and gave a gentle squeeze of her butt cheeks. She was roused and jerked up and tried to open her eyes, but in her sleepy state she couldn’t get her eyes to stay open properly. Her long ink black fringe draped across her face and the rest stuck up all over the place, but she managed to squint through it all to see Ghostie sitting there grinning at her. She groaned and planted her face back in the pillow.
“What are you doing here?” she grumbled into the pillow. “My alarm hasn’t even gone off yet…”
“I’m giving you a wake up call.” Ghostie growled into her ear, the smirk still smeared across his face. While she wasn’t looking he took the opportunity to stare a little more. He gave her butt another good squeeze before running his hand down the inside of her thighs, up higher and higher until he was cupping her vagina, running his middle finger along its crease. She grumbled a reply.
“It’s too early… I’m not even awake.” Sicky griped. Ghosty didn’t care. He continued pressing his hand against her, groping and stroking his way around her body. It wasn’t long before he repositioned himself on the bed, lying on top of her. “Oh my God.” Sicky protested now. “They’re right downstairs, they’re going to hear something!” Through her sleepiness she batted a hand at him, but there was the sudden pressure of something pushing and prodding against her – he was already hard. There was no denying it was kinda hot to be so desperately needed, to drive her stepbrother so wild so easily, and to fuel his lustiest desires. Hunched over her with his back arched and hands now holding hers down, he began grinding slowly against her slit. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t fight back the little moans and squeaks of pleasure as he pressed his turgid dick against her little clit. She knew it was wrong; they both did. They weren’t related by blood, but it was still forbidden but It’s always the case that the forbidden fruit tastes sweetest.
Ghostie felt a growing warmth around the tip of his dick as she became moist and less against the idea. She secretly wanted this too, even if she had just been rudely awakened. It wasn’t long before she was bucking back against him, pushing her ass in the air and grinding her pussy against him, longing for more.
“You want this, don’t you?” Ghostie whispered, nibbling her ear and wrapping her hair around the back of his hand. Using his free hand he pulled her panties down and freed his throbbing beast from its restraints. With slow movements he teased her, pushing his dick along the length of her outer lips through the slick, warm wetness. As he parted her the air in the room grew heavy, thick, and sweet with the smell of her juices.
“I hate you… ugh, we can’t-” Sickie began, but Ghostie shut her up by pressing his tip right up the the edge of her entrance, giving her a sample of what was to come. She tried to rock herself back right onto it, her body betraying her words, but he managed to reposition himself and stop her getting what she wanted so easily.
“I want to hear you say it.” He ordered. She would never admit it, but she loved nothing more than when he showed his dominant side.
“No, seriously, we shouldn’t. We can’t. I have to go shower.” Ghostie began prodding and teasing again at this, applying light pressure at her entrance that was just enough to tease her and leave her needing it.
“Say it.” He huffed in a harsh whisper.
There was no hiding it anymore for her; she needed to be filled, defiled by her step brother. The fact that it was so wrong made it all the more right. A breathy noise of embarrassment escaped from her throat as she came to the realisation that she would have to beg him for dick. Her protests were ineffectual for both of them and she wasn’t kidding him, let alone herself.
“Fuck me.” She whispered in a panting breath. “Please, fuck me.” She turned bright red and hid her face from him, not wanting him to see that he had the upper hand. Her admission was all he needed to get started, and finally he plunged himself inch by inch inside her as slowly as his body would allow him until he reached the base of his dick. He rested it inside her for a second, allowing her to appreciate his fullest reaches. She pushed back against it to eek out every last bit of dick and he started pounding away, pulling her head back by her hair as he started fucking her from behind and biting at her neck.
Ghostie felt the wetness from her pussy transferring onto his thighs as he slammed away. Her insides were so moist and slick; she was aroused to the point where her pussy clamped down and squeezed in peristaltic rhythm uncontrollably as if attempting to milk the cum right out of him. The warmth and wetness, the squeezing and scent in the air, it was already so much. Ghostie panted and huffed as he pushed her down into the bed which started squeaking under their collective force and weight.
As quiet as she was trying to be, Sickie couldn’t stop herself from moaning his name between gasping breaths. It felt like the control over her own body was taken away from the sensation of being impaled by her brother’s dick.
“Kids!” a voice called through the floor. “You’re going to be late if you don’t get up!”
Shit. They both knew if they didn’t at least reply that one of them would start making their way upstairs – they didn’t exactly want to get caught.
“Alright!” They both called almost in unison. If their parents followed the sound of their voices they’d probably be able to figure out that they were both in the same room. Sickie looked back with a worry-tainted embarrassment on her face.
“Get off.” She told Ghostie, rolling onto her side.
“I’m going to be hard all fucking day now.” He protested. It wasn’t her problem - he got himself into this mess in the first place. He pulled his boxers up and slunk out of the room to drop into the bathroom opposite. She watched him as he left, eyeing his ass with a grin on her face before rolling onto her back and sliding her hands between her legs, her eyes closing as she let her imagination run wild.
They hadn’t made each other late, at least. They made it to school with a few minutes to hang around outside before they had to head in. Sickie was approached by one of Ghostie’s classmates who came jogging up to her as she twiddled on her phone. She recognised him, but she’d never had any extended contact with the guy. She just knew him as the second-generation Korean kid with the shaved head and strict parents that had no idea what he really got up to.
“Yo!” she looked up at the excited sounds directed at her. “Is it true about Ghostie and Cassie?!”
She had no damn idea who Cassie even was. She looked at the guy with a puzzled, stunned expression. “… what?” she responded through furrowed eyebrows.
“Yeah, Cassie from the year above you. That cheerleading chick. The blonde one?” He explained. Sickie had a horrible feeling he knew the Cassie the guy was talking about. She didn’t want to believe it, but a nagging feeling was telling her that it was her cousin.
“What about Ghostie and Cassie?” She asked, already fearing the worst. Rumours in school were always spread faster than the truth and taken more out of context than their yearbook quotes.
The Korean kid smiled. He seemed to be enjoying delivering the news especially to somebody who, by proximity, should know already. “He’s been flirting with her - she’s been flirting with him. Something’s going on, but they’re both being pretty hush about it.”
She didn’t know exactly what to make of this. She wasn’t sure if she should believe the rumours, or just take it as hearsay. Nonetheless, whether she believed it or not didn’t matter; her face grew red and scrunched up in anger instinctively as it acted on its own.
“Ohohoho, you didn’t know?” her expression said more than her words could have done. “They’d be pretty cute together, but I’m surprised he’s her type. Well, either of them.”
She wanted to scream. She couldn’t let him know that he was already otherwise taken – she’d was already ostracised by the popular, pretty, basic bitches at the school but if they knew she was dating her stepbrother she’d be positively radioactive. Then if the teachers ever found out, their parents would find out… her stomach sank at the sudden rush of panicked thoughts running through her head. If word got out about them shit would be going down, but she still had to do something about this Cassie bitch.
She needed someone to talk to before she went off confronting Ghostie and making a fool of herself for not having all the facts straight. There were always Mage and Fox, and she had an idea of where she might find them between classes. After the bell rang she made her way through the gym, across the basketball court and into the back room where the equipment was stored. It was never kept locked since it was in use so often for classes, but was unoccupied between. It had been a secret spot for their group of friends a few times, quiet, dark, out the way… perfectly private.
She swung the door open quietly to find Mage and Fox exactly where she thought they’d be. Mage was a tall boy, dripping with androgyny and questionably sexuality. He wasn’t the type of person to be set in stone, but instead was a fluid personality that was open to anything. Being so tall and skinny he had a gangly appearance to him with a face that came to a point at the chin, coupled with the kind of smile that anyone would succumb to. Fox meanwhile was a little shorter than he was, but still much taller than Sickie. She was kind of a cross between the usual pretty girls and a goth girl, that special in-between that could befriend both sides and exist between them. But as a jack of all trades, she was a master of none and found few that could truly understand her for her.
As Sickie might have guessed, they were both hiding in the back in the darkness of the room making out. Mage was hunched over Fox, leaning her back against a blue crash mat as he explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue and caressed the curves on the side of her body.
Sickie would normally grin at catching them at it, but she was too bothered by the news that Ghostie might have been lying to her. She didn’t even care that she might have been bothering them both and just strode right in. Mage turned his head to see who’d enter out of the corner of his eye, still making out with Fox. She glanced over to see Sickie and pulled herself away from Mage to say hi.
“Sickie!” she began but noticed the look on her face. It was one she’d seen before and knew something was wrong immediately. “Wait, what’s up?”
Sickie’s lip almost began shaking. At the sight of her friends she struggled to hold herself together, knowing they’d give her the attention she needed to feel better about herself. Perhaps they wouldn’t understand, she thought for a moment. If they broke up they could just move on and not see each other anymore, but for her and Ghostie… they lived together, they were more than just partners – they had a lifelong commitment to each other regardless of their relationship working or not.
“It’s Ghostie. Some guy from his class just said he’s been flirting with some bitch called Cassie.” She began. They both knew about her and Ghostie, being among the precious few that she could truly trust. Mage turned to face her now, clambering off of Fox and sitting next to her with her hand in his.
“Ah… do you know who she is? Did you ask him about it yet?” Mage questioned, glancing over to Fox in between.
“Some Bimbo in the year above. I have a feeling it might be my cousin...” Sickie continued.
Fox stood up and embraced her, resting her head on her shoulder as she nuzzled in. “Hey girlie, it’ll be alright. I’m sure it’s just a rumour.” Fox pulled back to look her in the eyes. “Don’t listen to the bullshit, you have to go to the source.”
She was right. She’d have to find out the truth from Cassie herself, or Ghostie. Setting aside her sadness, she let her anger take the forefront of her mind and channelled it into determination.
Sniffling back the tears, she asked Fox and Mage “Would you guys come with me?” For a moment they both looked at each other, wondering if the other would be willing to relinquish their private make out time to go and help but it didn’t take long for Foxy to turn back and agree. “Sure. Let’s go fuck a bitch up.”
There wasn’t long left on break, but they headed out to the field to see if they could spot the girl in question. Sure enough she was hanging around some jock boys, openly flirting with the biggest and dumbest of them all.
“What’s the plan, Sickie?”
She eyed the blonde from the distance, hanging back with Mage and Fox. “We wait for the bell. When she’s on her own I’ll go for her.”
They waited and waited, Mage and Fox holding hands as they sat and watched Cassie surrounded by boys. When the bell rang, they all went their separate ways. Sickie confronted Cassie by the gate to the fence of the field.
“Cassie?” she began, Fox and Mage leaning on the fence nearby. As she turned around, Sickie knew it was her cousin after all.
“Oh look, my favourite cousin.” She said, sarcasm dripping from her words. In truth they hardly spent any time together; their families barely even got together for Christmas. They were nothing like each other, had no common interests, and were more akin to rivals than family. “And what do you want?” She continued, clearly disinterested.
“I hear you and Ghostie are getting close. Leave him alone.”
“Oh, that’s right you’re his step sister.” The ‘step’ cut Sickie deep. Her rage began to build and she found herself clenching a hand into a fist without even realising. “Well, I’m having fun with him. You could do with getting a boyfriend, yourself instead of being such a weirdo loser.”
“Better a weirdo loser than a fuck-toy for all the jocks. They don’t even care about you.” Cassie scowled at this.
“I don’t care about them either, but they know how to fuck right. I just want to have some fun with Ghostie.” She replied with a smirk, tilting her head a little. “And when did you last get some dick? You pathetic little virgin.” Sickie wanted to scream. She couldn’t tell anyone about her and Ghostie, but especially not Cassie. Her mind stumbled through words, phrases, things she could say – but nothing came up. Through her fear at the confrontation and frustration at being self-censored her body acted on its own, jumping forward and grabbing Cassie by her silky hair and pulling her head back.
“Leave him alone bitch! He’s my brother!”
Sickie wrestled her, scratching and pulling, until finally she managed to toss her to the floor. The whole scuffle didn’t last long; Mage and Fox just managed to reach them by them time Cassie wound up face down in a puddle of mud.
“Sickie, come on let’s go.” Mage told her, pulling her away gently. Sickie wasn’t done with her, she took her chance to get the last laugh and spat on the bawling girl. Her outfit was ruined, and so was her week. Knowing how backhanded her cousin was she’d just started a back and forth war and made herself a new enemy, but as she walked away with her friends she knew it was worth it. As the feelings subsided, tears started forming in her eyes. Fox took her to the girl’s bathroom to comfort her before they eventually headed late to class.
When the day was over everybody met up outside the school as usual. Fox and Mage had the great idea that since they were going to be hanging out anyway, they should do something to cheer up Sickie. They’d decided on Laser tag, one of Sickie’s favourite places to take her mind off the drama of daily life. It wasn’t too far from their school, so they decided to just walk it. On the way, Mage and Fox walked far enough ahead that they couldn’t hear Ghost and Sickie, giving them space to be alone and talk things through.
“What’s got you so down?” Ghostie asked her, hoisting his bag higher on his shoulders. She just looked forward, eyes down, avoiding his question.
“Hey, c’mon, you can tell me anything, remember? You’re stuck with me.” He moved around her, into her line of vision forcing her to confront her feelings. She stopped in her tracks and glanced up at him, her face entirely straight. With a flick of her head, she whipped the hair out of her eyes.
“… So why are you flirting with Cassie?” Sickie asked quietly. Ghostie’s expression suddenly became a lot more serious. She knew.
“Is that why you’re upset?”
“She’s my cousin. And she’s a total bitch. She’s just going to hurt you.” She didn’t want anything to hurt Ghostie, and she didn’t want to admit she was really jealous over it all. He belonged to her, as forbidden as it was.
“Ha – Sickie…” He took her hand and continued walking with her. It was so tiny in his, so soft.
“First of all, she was flirting with me. I have to keep up the appearance that I’m a single guy so people don’t find out about us. I’m not actually… interested in her.” He started laughing. “I mean, look at her. You really think she’d be my type?”
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and shot her a smile that melted her heart. She couldn’t be mad at him, not like this. Inside, all the anger and rage melted away at the sight of him beaming at her like that. With her fears assuaged, she clung tightly to his arm as they walked. He was right, she’s definitely not his type but nor is he her’s. With the crisis averted, she could go back to being unapologetically his.
Mage held the door open for everyone to get inside where they were greeted by a familiar face.
“Sickie! Come here kiddo!” a man’s voice called from behind the counter. It was her dad.
She hadn’t wanted to run into him here, or anywhere for that matter, but he always had a habit of not being around when he was needed and always there when you least expected it. Once again, her day was ruined. She didn’t run over to him, she barely even shuffled, but to be civil she made her way over to him nonetheless, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. He put his arms around her. She glanced around him at Ghostie with a sour look on her face.
“How have you been? How’s school?” Exchanging pleasantries with her father wasn’t her idea of a good time.
“School’s school. I’m just the same as always.” She kept it curt to avoid having to do this smalltalk routine that they went through every time. She’d heard it all before, and she knew what he was about to ask.
“No, she’s still with him. Yes, they seem happy. No, she’s not pregnant, Dad.” She said with more and more venom dripping from each subsequent word. She was making it clear in the most polite possible way she could muster that she didn’t want to be doing this, that she didn’t want to be talking to him. “I’m here to have fun, ok? Can… can we do this another time?”
Her dad’s eyebrow began to twitch and his smile turned sour. He was genuinely hurt that his daughter, his precious little girl who’d begged him for bedtime stories and trips to the park, who shared everything with him as he watched her grow, would treat her so coldly. He knew that teenagers were difficult, and that he was far from perfect, but everybody makes mistakes. He still wanted to be in his daughter’s life and maybe one day she’d realise her days with him were limited. Through her teenage angst and pride, she’d rejected him time and time again. He’d hurt her, but she was blind to the fact that she’d done the same to him - the difference was that he had apologised for his actions.
With a slight squeak to his voice, he directed them inside. They were the only ones there for now, but they knew it would start getting busy a few hours from now. He didn’t even charge them, allowing them free reign of the place. She knew he’d have a few cans of soda ready for when they got out, as well as a basket of fries with a side of nacho cheese.
As they started donning their vests, they heard a man’s muffled cry quietly sobbing through the office wall into the ready room. Clearly, her friends heard it too judging by their awkward glances. They didn’t say a word until they moved on into the dark hall, laden with neon lights and glow in the dark decals among its winding corridors. For the first round they all went against each other rather than taking teams of two, but they wound up in their respective couples nonetheless. Sicky found Ghostie in one corner of the darkness and managed to sneak up on him, shooting him in the back and surprising him with a hug from behind as his vest flashed and screamed.
She ran her hands along his chest, feeling how wide and muscular it was in comparison to her own. There in the darkness, with nobody around, she took the chance to run her hand a little lower beneath the band of his jeans to grip his cock which immediately started expanding at her touch. She let out a little giggle and he turned to face her, towering over the small girl by almost a foot.
She shrank backwards into the darkness, intimidated by his size and strength. She’d roused the beast within him, and now he was encroaching on her with a steady pace. Without breaking eye contact, he gripped her wrists and slammed her against the wall. She let out a little yelp and he began working on her neck, nibbling and biting at her sensitive spots. With a long lick, he trailed warm huffs along the little bands of muscle all the way up her jaw to a spot behind her ear that drove her particularly wild. Still rock hard, he began pumping away at her through their clothes.
Ghostie’s vest suddenly started screaming and flashing again and he snapped his neck around to see who’d shot him. Mage stood there smiling and gave him a subtle upward nod with Fox standing just behind him. Ghostie grinned back and blushed a little for having been caught in a compromising position, but the thrill of getting caught excited him.
“Give us a minute.” He joked through his smile, shooing them away.
Mage pulled Fox over to the other side of the hall into a covered alcove and took off his vest before helping her out of her’s. With a large hand he cupped the side of her face and leaned in to meet her lips with his, embracing her in a slow kiss that lingered on their lips with a tingling passion that swelled into a more fevered desire. He began to explore her mouth with his tongue and stroke at the curves on her sides before reaching beneath her shirt and cupping one of her breasts. As he tweaked with her nipple she let out soft moans and gasps while reaching for his crotch.
Ghostie had now turned Sickie around, gripping her by the throat with his arm wrapped around her as he pushed himself against her rear. She was entirely in his control, his to command and use however he wished. The heady scent of sweat and pheromones started permeating the air and activating the primal sections of his brain, driving him mad with lust. He couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled down her jeans and the panties with them, wasting no time getting to work.
Ghostie pushed her down lower, arching her back into a perfect curve to match the bows of her ass cheeks, wedging his veiny cock between her outer lips and rubbing it against her wetness. She started moving in rhythm with his thrusts, her body begging her for what it needed.
Mage had completely remove Fox’s top, leaving her supple breasts exposed and her nipples perky and erect. He’d laid her down onto the clothing and moved between her legs, humping himself into her sensitive folds.
“I’m ready…” she huffed, looking up at him with hooded eyes heavy with lust. Mage slid off her shorts and panties, nibbling his way up her body gently and worshipping every curve on her paying extra attention to her breasts on the way, swirling his tongue around and sucking deeply while toying with the other with a free hand.
While she was distracted, he lined himself up and gently slipped himself inside. Her breath left her at the sensation of being filled, stretched out, and completed. She lifted her legs until her knees were high up and Mage responded by holding them up with his arms for a better position, allowing him to fuck her deeper. He started moving with slow strokes, taking deep shared pleasure in every thrust.
The sound of Sickie squealing echoed around the room from the distance, coupled with the sound of wet skin rippling against wet skin. Ghostie had her hair wrapped around his hand as he fucked her from behind, crushing her against the wall as he choked her out with his other hand. There was no romantic lovemaking, this was raw, animalistic fucking fuelled by forbidden lust. Life or death unrefined sex where nothing else mattered. He slid his hands down to her hips for a better grip and started rocking her whole body against his, pulling her tiny weight with his strength onto his cock.
Mage was getting close, deep inside Fox who was now quietly crying out desperate moans of unfettered pleasure. His grunts and groans drew louder and his back arched coupled with long, deep thrusts with complete power as his insides swelled and contracted. Finally, he came to a stop and waited before pulling himself out of her tight hole. She opened her eyes to look up at him and bit her lip. Warm, sticky cum dribbled out of her and drooled down her butt cheeks.
Ghostie too grew close, brutalising Sickie more and more as he too felt the welling from within. As the feeling became uncontrollable, so did he – he gripped her throat tight and held her back close to him as her eyes rolled back into her head, unable to control her limbs even if she wanted to from the sense of such submission to him. With heavy shoves Ghostie finally came, and as he pulled out of her little spots of cum dripped onto the floor. All four of them panted and tried to catch their breath, regain their strength, and compose themselves before they went back out.