Ghost Busted
by Willobee Goode
mc; ff; mf; gdom; inc
Lori Harrow sat at the breakfast table, pointing her spoon at the girl across from her. "I don't believe in ghosts, Kerry," said the tall, but thin, brunette seventh grader.
"I didn't either until I went past the Cavanaugh house the other night," said her shorter and petite raven-haired classmate and best friend. "I just came from the store carrying milk and bread for my mom. Though I've been by there like a million times. This time I heard the gate creak. When I looked up, no one was there."
"Probably someone left it open," said the skeptical girl.
"That's what I thought. When I glanced at the house, I saw a shadowy figure carrying a candle walk past the windows on the third floor."
"Just a reflection from headlights."
"Well, I stared for a minute and saw lights moving in both directions on the second floor. Then the front door opened and a black cat came running toward me."
"What did you do?" asked Lori as she leaned closer.
"I ran down the hill to the corner and then up Elm to Frank's and ducked through his yard to the back of my house. All the time I could hear the cat crackling behind me."
"Crackling?"
"Like bones breaking, little by little. But I made it inside and when I looked out the cat had disappeared."
"Wow," said Lori. "I didn't know you don't like cats."
"Hey, it wasn't just a cat. It was a scary cat." She glared at her friend. "You don't believe me, do you?"
"Believe you about what?" asked Miranda, Lori's older sister as she entered the kitchen.
"Kerry thought she saw a ghost," said the younger Harrow sister.
"I did, I really did."
"You aren't talking about the Cavanaugh house, are you?" Miranda started to laugh. "Those rumors have been flying around the town for forty years. My sister is right. Ghosts don't exist. Now you two get a move on and head for school."
"I know what I saw," said Kerry as the pair headed out the door.
"So didn't you like Mr. Palmer's lecture today on frogs?" asked Lori as the girls walked home from their junior high.
"I was going to say something," said Kerry. "I saw you over in the corner cracking up the whole time. I don't think anyone else found amphibians anywhere near as funny."
As they crossed the street, Lori started to point and laugh again. "Speaking of which…" She began laughing hysterically. The object of her hysterics was peddling his green bicycle on the sidewalk.
"Hello, brother dear," yelled Kerry.
The rider screeched to a stop. "Oh, you two. I'm telling Mom you're bugging me again."
"Bugging you?" shouted Lori in return. "That's a good one, Toadie."
The boy flipped them the bird before speeding off.
"You really don't like my brother, do you?" asked Kerry.
"I might like your twin if he didn't have the name Kermit. It's hard to keep a straight face around someone named for a frog."
"I've told you before that we were named for our great-grandparents, but you won't believe me. He gets teased so much by everyone else, I thought you might give him a break once in a while, Miss Lorilei." She pronounced it Lor-i-lie.
The girls turned their gossip to Emily DeGroat, also known as Emily the Goat, and her new training bra. They were still waiting to get theirs.
After a few blocks, they turned the corner and found themselves at the ill-maintained yard in front of the creepy mansion. "They really should hire a gardener," said Lori.
"I bet the ghost chases them away," responded Kerry. "It's scary even in the bright sunshine. Let's go."
"Okay."
Kerry took three steps up the sidewalk away from the house, while her friend headed toward the iron gate. "Where the fuck are you going?" she asked.
"You said, 'Let's go,' so I was going to the mansion. What else could you mean? I just want a closer look, don't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Lori pushed the iron gates apart, neither made any sound when she did. "So much for your squeaky gate."
"I tell you it did creak the other day. Someone must have oiled it."
They continued through the gate and up the overgrown walkway until they reached the weathered porch. "Close enough?" pleaded Kerry.
Lori didn't say a word, instead ascending carefully the rotting steps. Reluctantly, her best friend followed.
"Shouldn't we knock?" asked Kerry as the fearless girl reached for the front door knob.
"You are kidding, right? No one has lived here in years."
With a turn of the unlocked knob, the door swung open, just as noiselessly as the gate. The pair gingerly stepped across the threshold and into the dusty entrance hall. Cobwebs draped everywhere, making Kerry eek at every one that she touched. "There better not be any spiders here," she muttered.
"Oh, I'm sure there aren't."
For the entry, they headed through a pair of double doors into the Great Room. Lit only by a lone sunbeam sneaking past the fallen corner of a single blackout curtain, the room still appeared huge. The walls reached up twenty feet and a monster of a stone fireplace dominated the one wall.
"They had to live in luxury," said Lori as she scanned the room.
"Wow," was all Kerry could say.
The girls made their way through the sheet-covered furniture to stare at the twin seven foot tall paintings hanging above the stone mantle. "They must have been rich to wear clothes like that," said Kerry, seemingly a little less frightened. "It's so vintage."
"I don't think that was the Cavanaughs from forty years ago," said her friend. "They appear more Victorian in dress."
Just below the one portrait, she noticed a silver-framed photograph, covered in a thick layer of dust. After wiping it off, Lori found a black and white shot of a beautiful girl with long straight blonde hair, sapphire-blue eyes, and an infectious smile. "I wonder who she is." A bit of cool air brushed her hair, causing the girl to shiver. "I wish I had known her." The words sounded foreign to the girl's ears after she spoke them.
Kerry angled the frame so both girls could look at the picture. They found they couldn't look away.
"I heard a noise," said Lori as she broke concentration.
"I didn't," said her friend who glanced away. "But maybe we should go."
After placing the frame back on the mantle, the girls retraced their steps through the sheet-covered furniture to the entry. As Lori reached for the outside door, she turned. "I heard it again. Upstairs."
"Let's forget about it," said Kerry, but too late to stop her friend. "Don't you dare go up there."
"You dare me?" Lori smiled as she put her hand on the well-worn banister. "Aren't you coming?"
Kerry could only shake her head as the pair inched their way up the staircase, every floorboard creaking as their shoe stepped on the next. No one would be surprised when they arrived.
Halfway up, they heard a door above them creak open or perhaps close. "I hope that's not the ghost," said Kerry.
"Ghosts don't need to use doors," said Lori.
"So you admit ghosts do exist," said her jubilant friend.
They continued up to find an unlit corridor at the top landing. "No, not down there," said Kerry.
"Another dare?" Lori stepped cautiously into the dark with her friend holding on the waistband of her skirt.
Halfway toward a tiny light, they heard the door to their left swing open. Both girls screamed and reversed their course. They descended the staircase and ran outside, all the way to the other side of the iron gate before stopping. There, while they caught their breath, they saw the sound maker.
"You little toad," shouted Lori at the figure on the porch giving them the finger. "I'm going to kill your twin brother."
"Not if I get to him first," said Kerry.
It was Friday afternoon before the girls could meet up after school again. Volleyball practice took up after school time for the taller Lori while Kerry had Library Club functions to attend. The weekend provided a needed break for their curious minds.
"Want to have a sleepover tonight?" asked Lori.
"Sure," said her best friend. "Kermit has been a pill ever since the incident and Mom finding out about it. I'm sure he's planning on something big against us when his grounding is lifted. When should I come over?"
"Dinner time. I think my parents are going off to their monthly party. They leave about seven and get back at three or so. It must be great to be adults. And my sister has this hot date. I think she's going to sneak in after daybreak."
"Then we'll be at your house all alone?"
"Alone, yes," said Lori with a mischievous smile. "I never said we'd be at my house."
Seven o'clock came at the Harrow house, and Lori's parents were rushing to get out the door. As soon as they left, Miranda raced up the stairs and threw on a different outfit, this one a very short miniskirt and tight sweater. She arrived downstairs three seconds before Spike's motorcycle roared up the driveway.
"You dweebs be good. I'm supposed to be watching you so don't burn the house down. Just watch television or something. But not cable. And nothing too scary. See you tomorrow."
The door slammed shut and the motorcycle sped off all in one motion.
"That happen often?" asked Kerry.
"Yeah. I figure I'll be an aunt by Christmas." Lori looked at her friend. "I don't get your choice of outfits. That's, like, the sexiest thing you could have worn."
"My mother insisted I wear something nice for dinner. She pulled the skirt out of the closet, and I had to put on the black stockings with it."
"And the almost see-through blouse?"
Kerry blushed. "That was my idea. I like how your father pervs on me."
"He almost canceled so he could ogle the rest of the night. At this rate, I'll be a new sister as well as an aunt at Christmas."
"Well, they're gone. So what's your big plan?"
Lori handed her friend a flashlight. "Let's go for a little walk."
Kerry didn't even ask where. She knew her best friend all too well. Playing with matches would have been less scary.
The girls stood in the entrance hall of the abandoned Cavanaugh mansion again, this time with their own light source. "I can't believe you talked me into coming in here," said Kerry.
"Your brother is locked safely away, right? So we have nothing to fear."
"Unless we meet a ghost," murmured Kerry.
They returned to the Great Hall, shining their lights all around. The woodwork on the walls was exquisite. It was a shame no one ever saw it anymore. They worked their way to stand in front of the fireplace. Lori picked up the silver frame and shined her light on the glass.
"I did a little research," said Kerry. "I figured you'd want to know about her."
"I thought you would. What did you find out?"
Kerry drew in a deep breath. "Her name was Clarissa Cavanaugh. She was the only child of Max and Minnie Cavanaugh. They were city folk who moved here after she hit it big in television."
"Minnie?"
Kerry shook her head. "No, Clarissa. Apparently, she was as beautiful as her picture, and she starred in a series of toy ads. By ten she had enough money to retire and become a real kid. So they moved here."
"I'm guessing no happy ending."
Kerry shook her head. "About two years later, a dark and stormy night as it happened, something set the Cavanaugh family against each other. With lightning flashing all around, the police arrived to find a terrible scene. Clarissa was at the foot of the stairs, her neck broken. Max was on the end of a rope from one of the beams in here. And Minnie was running about, crazy as a jaybird. They ended up taking her to a mental institute where she lives today, never having spoken of what happened here."
Lori stood there, her mouth agape. "Does anyone know what happened?"
"Not for sure. The coroner ruled Max was a suicide, but Clarissa became the unexplained victim."
Lori stared at the photograph. "She was just so beautiful. I wish I could do something for her."
The more Lori stared at the picture, the more she could almost hear the tiny voice of a young girl. "Help me," it said. "Please, help me."
Lori put down her flashlight on top of the picture left on the mantle and started toward the doorway.
"Where are you going?" asked her friend.
"To free her," said Lori, her voice sounding quite strange.
Kerry grabbed the discarded flashlight and followed Lori to the staircase. As the girl started to ascend, Kerry followed two steps behind. She was wishing they had just watched something on cable.
At the top of the staircase, Lori slowly shuffled down the dark corridor past several doors. The one Kermit had hid behind remained closed. At the end of the hall, Lori turned a doorknob and entered the room.
Kerry sprayed the flashlight all around the room. She detected nothing moving, not even anything as small as a spider. However, the entire room reeked of dust and stale tobacco.
"Remove our shirts," said the entranced girl, who began unbuttoning her knit polo shirt before pulling it over her head. The discarded garment kicked up a cloud of dust as it hit the floor.
"Remove our shirts," repeated Lori. "Daddy wants to see our titties."
Not knowing what to do, Kerry quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and the beige garment landed atop the polo shirt.
"Turn around," said Lori who spun slowly herself. "Daddy is pleased with his beautiful little girl. He likes her being away from Momma's prying eyes. This way he can admire her beauty as no one else can."
"You're starting to creep me out," said Kerry.
The other girl paid no attention to the comment. Instead, she shuffled to the door and exited the room.
Kerry thought about grabbing the discarded shirts but figured there would be plenty of time later. After the funny stuff ended.
Taking one last look at what must have been Mr. Cavanaugh's office, Kerry returned to the dark corridor. She barely saw which door Lori had disappeared into.
Another dust-filled room, this one had a carousel the size of a basketball sitting on the one dresser and an open music box on the other. Between them, a canopy bed with the sheets all asunder sat in the middle of the room.
"Remove our clothes," said Lori. "Daddy likes to see our body." The girl undid her jeans and kicked them off.
Kerry followed by unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall down her legs. She looked over to see Lori still wore her little white bikini panties with the cute little red bow. If she knew the nature of this escapade, Kerry would have found something sexier than her old blue pair to try and impress 'Daddy' with.
"Turn around so Daddy can see your beauty," said the entranced girl. As both girls again spun around, Kerry was becoming more and more confused.
"We must go," said Lori as she again bolted from a room. Kerry wished she had more time in Clarissa's bedroom. But Lori seemed to be driving the exploration.
The girls walked to the beginning of the dark corridor and stopped at the top of the staircase. Kerry waited for Lori who stood frozen a step ahead of her, staring at the closed door. She felt an icy coldness on her cheek, but saw nothing that might have caused it.
And the girls waited until Lori spoke again. "Take off your socks and panties, you little whore." The tone of her voice was not that of a little girl, but of an evil controlling adult.
To her right, Kerry saw a weird light coming from nowhere, but entering the bare back of her friend. Doing what she did best, Kerry screamed and dropped her flashlight. When it hit the floor, it bounced and rolled down the staircase, thumping on every step as it did. Without a light, the second floor was bathed in darkness.
Kerry heard another thump, this one like a body falling to the floor. She did the only sensible thing. She fainted on top of her friend.
"Kerry," said a voice, the familiar one from her best friend. "Please wake up."
The barely conscious girl blinked her eyes at the not quite pitch dark, not quite light environment. She had never felt like that before. Perhaps she was dead.
"What's going on?" she mumbled.
"Kerry, you have to wake up. I was wrong, and you were right."
"About what?"
"Ghosts," said Kerry.
"I…I don't think so."
"We have one right here."
Kerry sat bolt upright at that statement. She looked to her right and saw the strange light coming from what looked like a pretty blonde girl in a white robe. "Are you sure I'm not dead?"
"No, I am." The voice sounded like one of those from Lori. Fortunately, not the last one before she fainted.
"You're…you're a… you're a ghost?" stammered Kerry. "You can't be."
"That was my line," said Lori with a giggle. "Then I offered her my help, and she took it."
Kerry looked at her friend in disbelieve. "You gave up your…"
"Just a little," said Kerry. "Just enough for tonight. Clarissa thinks that will be enough time to complete her unfulfilled feelings and then pass over. But she needs us both to cooperate so she can leave this world happy."
Kerry just stared at her best friend and the foggy image next to her. Could this be real? Was she dreaming the whole thing? What could she do?
"Let her touch you," said Lori as though she read Kerry's mind. "She needs a little of you so you can hear her directly."
"Will it hurt?"
"A little," said Lori. "It's like losing your virginity. A sharp pain that grows and grows into the most wonderful feeling. I survived. You will to."
"All right," said the reluctant girl, clamping her eyes closed. "Do it. Just let me know when it's over."
"Thank you," said the strange voice.
"Come on, just do it already."
"Kerry, you can open your eyes," said Lori.
"When is she going to do it?"
"About thirty seconds ago," replied her friend. "Just before she spoke to you."
Kerry slowly opened her left eye to see the shimmering figure sitting next to Lori. The right eye joined its twin and they saw the deceased girl very clearly. Her beauty transcended words. "Are you sure it's over?"
"Yes," said the sweet voice. "I am Clarissa Cavanaugh, no longer from your world, but not yet in mine. I thank you again for allowing me a moment in time to be with you. Be not afraid. I will do nothing to you to harm you."
"I don't believe this is happening," said Kerry. She stared at the supernatural being. "Why are you a ghost?"
"I have unfinished business," said the specter. "I had a deal to experience pleasure for once in my life before I passed over to the next. My childhood had been more work than play and I rarely had what you would call fun. My father had accepted the duty to show me all that I had missed, but just as he was to express his love, I suffered my accident. I died without losing my virginity or feeling the pleasure I had been promised."
"That's so sad," said Kerry almost in tears. She turned to her friend for strength.
"Such a bond as yours, I never experienced. My first pleasure I desire to know is what you call an orgasm. I will feel yours if your bodies can stimulate enough of a reaction. I sense you have done so before."
Kerry blushed. She had never told a soul about the sleepovers at the Harrow house. She and Lori had acted out each and every lewd act they witnessed on Mr. Harrow's porn collection and any tidbit from the girls at school. But, more importantly, they had never had an audience.
"Just lie back," said Lori as she twisted the exposed nipples on her friend's chest. It was their special sign of intimacy. Neither had more than tiny buds where someday their boobs would be after they matured. That time could not get there soon enough for Kerry. She hated having the same chest as her brother.
Kerry reclined into the dust, hoping Lori's tongue avoided the worst of it. The voracious mouth seemed oblivious to the accumulated filth, instead concentrating on the sensitive skin of her lover. The blue panties were ripped from Kerry's body and tossed over the railing to the floor below. Lori's fingers joined in stimulating the nether region.
Kerry felt the shivers and quivers and tremors leading to convulsions. The room appeared brighter and brighter as Lori pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The ultimate fireworks detonating in Kerry's mind coincided with a radiance that lit the entire mansion. Clarissa's moans shook the entire house to its foundation as the mortals collapsed into each other's loving arms.
"I love you," whispered Kerry into Lori's ear as she regained her senses. "Now it's my turn."
They opened their eyes, finding the glow not quite as brilliant as it had been, but enough to see the expression on Clarissa's face. It registered fear and trepidation.
"There is no time," said the ghost. "My reaction to your pleasure has awakened the vengeful spirit that lived as my mother. We must flee this house before her essence arrives."
"How long do we have?" asked Lori.
"Only a few seconds."
The two girls jumped to their feet and raced down the staircase. Not even bothering to look for their discarded things, they found themselves outside the iron gate before they took their next breath.
"So this is freedom," said the glowing figure beside them. "I had forgotten outside and the smells of the plants."
For a moment, the house plunged into total blackness before a light appeared in the upper window. "She has arrived," said Clarissa. "We must flee."
The girls looked at themselves. Between them they had one pair of panties, one knee high sock, two sheer black stockings, and one very translucent negligee. "We're going to get arrested for public nudity," said Kerry.
"Fear not," said the ghost who probably had the least to fear from the police. "No one will notice us, unless I wish them to."
A man walking his beagle came around the corner. While the dog marked the iron gate, the man showed no sign of detecting anything. The two disappeared without a word.
"Amazing," said Kerry.
"It's how ghosts stay hidden at least most of the time. But we must hurry. I have two more desires to fulfill before the spirit locates me."
"What's the next?" asked Lori.
"I died a virgin. I desire to feel what the passage into womanhood would have been like."
The two girls started to giggle. "We're not quite equipped to help you out," said Lori.
"But I know who is," said Kerry. "And I bet I could talk him into helping us. On to my house."
"Kermit, wake up." Kerry whispered the phrase several times before the boy stirred.
"What do you want?" he snarled. "I was just with a cheerleader and…"
The boy opened his eyes wide as he saw not only his sister standing over his bed, but also her tall dweeb of a friend. And they were both almost totally naked. "Am I still dreaming?"
"No," said his twin sister. "I wish it was, but we need to ask a favor from you."
"No way am I doing anything for you or her. Not for money. Not for chores. Not for…"
"We need you to take our virginity."
"Now you're talking." The boy pulled back his sheets and rolled over. His boyhood hung out of his pajamas, already prepped for the task at hand. "Which one of you first?"
Kerry hesitated. He was after all her brother. Lori spoke up. "It has to be you. I gave my V card to Randy Barnes last summer."
"You never told me that," said Kerry.
"I knew it," chimed in Kermit. "Randy called you the Amazon because you were fucking Amazing."
"Um, that's nice," said the tall girl. It was nice to get a good review, but she wasn't sure about the publicity. It might explain why the eighth grade boys knew who she was.
"All right," said Kerry as she climbed into bed with her brother. She wasn't sure about his sheets that looked rather stained, but it was for a good cause. "Be gentle," she pleaded.
"No prob," he said. "I've done this before."
"You've had sex with girls?" asked his astonished sister.
"Well, yeah," he said as he positioned himself above her slit. "Lots of times really. But I meant I deflowered Angie Withers and Becky Dansforth."
"What?"
He didn’t answer verbally, instead jamming his cock into the opening. "Here goes nothing." He pushed again and his sister joined the sisterhood of former virgins.
The room had a burst of light, much like a bulb turning on and then the filament burning away. "What the fuck was that?" murmured Kermit.
"Just fuck me," replied Kerry. She was glad for the session on the second floor with Lori. She was going to have to explain to her brother about foreplay. Lori took note and began to diddle herself in preparation for a second coming.
"I've wanted to do this since we turned eleven," said Kermit as he pressed into his sister again. "I never thought you'd let me."
"I can be full of surprises," said the girl between sensations. For being an oaf, her brother was exciting her body toward a climax.
"Getting close," the twins said together. Kerry felt a cold tingle in her lower abdomen just as her body convulsed and her brother shot his seed into her. The room erupted into a shimmer briefly and the siblings cuddled together.
"Kermit, come with me." The sleepy boy rose and followed the voice. They walked across the hall and into Kerry's room. "Have a seat while I remove my underwear."
The boy sat on the bed while the girl pulled down the white panties with that cute little red bow on it. She then knelt in front of him
"We have to do this quickly," said the girl. "How long do you have to rest before you can shoot again?"
"I'm almost ready," he said. "I just got to get hard."
"I'll take care of that," she said as she started to suck the blood from his brain and everywhere else to his penis. Quickly it responded to her mouth.
"Just sit back, Kermit, and I'll do all the work." She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself above the shaft. She lowered herself onto it, the self-lubrication just enough to allow penetration. She then started to ride him, up and down, as quickly as possible. Thank goodness he was a thirteen-year-old and easily stimulated. She felt his semen gush into her.
She rose from him, careful to not spill on the carpet. She touched the abdomen as she had with Kerry. It released eggs toward the swimming sperm. Fertilization was a matter of moments away.
Having accomplished the third of her pleasures, she released Lori's mind with her gratitude. It had all happened before the witching hour, so she had nothing to fear.
Clarissa smiled as she had not in a long, long time.
As they returned to the Harrow house, Lori and Kerry struggled to support each other. It had been a most unusual night.
Fire trucks raced past the girls and headed toward the mansion burning brightly. They didn't have to look to know it was the Cavanaugh house. Kerry's only regret was that her sexiest shirt and skirt were probably ashes by now.
As they reach Lori's house, they spied Spike's motorcycle sitting by the front porch. "I hope they don't notice we're missing," muttered Lori.
"You mean our clothes?" asked a still sleepy Kerry. They were down to just one knee high sock on this walk.
Once inside, Kerry hurried to Lori's room while the girl went into the living room to face the music about sneaking out. She found her fifteen-year-old sister wearing even less than her and being banged doggie-style by the biker. Even better was the pristine condom sitting on the coffee table.
The girls weren't going to get in trouble after all.
As she turned, the front door opened, and her parents stumbled in. "Hi, dear," called out her mother with a wave before hurrying off to the master bedroom.
Her father said nothing, simply gawking at his naked younger daughter. Only when a voice from the master bedroom yelled, "Denny, get in here. Mama needs your cock in my ass," did he blink.
"Was it a good party, Daddy?" Lori asked.
"Um, I guess. Do you know you are naked?"
"Yes. I was waiting for you."
"Not tonight dear. Your mother's needs outweigh yours." He turned to leave. "Another time?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Any time, Daddy."
While he headed to the master bedroom, she ducked into her bathroom. Without turning on the light, she ran some cold water.
"I can't believe it," she muttered. "I just told my father he can fuck me."
As she looked up, she saw two sapphire-blue eyes glowing back at her in the mirror. "Looking forward to it," said Clarissa. "And your mother sounds interesting. And then all of your friends. I never wanted to be the good girl like I was on the toy commercials. Now I can be a fucking slut. Forever."
"I didn't either until I went past the Cavanaugh house the other night," said her shorter and petite raven-haired classmate and best friend. "I just came from the store carrying milk and bread for my mom. Though I've been by there like a million times. This time I heard the gate creak. When I looked up, no one was there."
"Probably someone left it open," said the skeptical girl.
"That's what I thought. When I glanced at the house, I saw a shadowy figure carrying a candle walk past the windows on the third floor."
"Just a reflection from headlights."
"Well, I stared for a minute and saw lights moving in both directions on the second floor. Then the front door opened and a black cat came running toward me."
"What did you do?" asked Lori as she leaned closer.
"I ran down the hill to the corner and then up Elm to Frank's and ducked through his yard to the back of my house. All the time I could hear the cat crackling behind me."
"Crackling?"
"Like bones breaking, little by little. But I made it inside and when I looked out the cat had disappeared."
"Wow," said Lori. "I didn't know you don't like cats."
"Hey, it wasn't just a cat. It was a scary cat." She glared at her friend. "You don't believe me, do you?"
"Believe you about what?" asked Miranda, Lori's older sister as she entered the kitchen.
"Kerry thought she saw a ghost," said the younger Harrow sister.
"I did, I really did."
"You aren't talking about the Cavanaugh house, are you?" Miranda started to laugh. "Those rumors have been flying around the town for forty years. My sister is right. Ghosts don't exist. Now you two get a move on and head for school."
"I know what I saw," said Kerry as the pair headed out the door.
"So didn't you like Mr. Palmer's lecture today on frogs?" asked Lori as the girls walked home from their junior high.
"I was going to say something," said Kerry. "I saw you over in the corner cracking up the whole time. I don't think anyone else found amphibians anywhere near as funny."
As they crossed the street, Lori started to point and laugh again. "Speaking of which…" She began laughing hysterically. The object of her hysterics was peddling his green bicycle on the sidewalk.
"Hello, brother dear," yelled Kerry.
The rider screeched to a stop. "Oh, you two. I'm telling Mom you're bugging me again."
"Bugging you?" shouted Lori in return. "That's a good one, Toadie."
The boy flipped them the bird before speeding off.
"You really don't like my brother, do you?" asked Kerry.
"I might like your twin if he didn't have the name Kermit. It's hard to keep a straight face around someone named for a frog."
"I've told you before that we were named for our great-grandparents, but you won't believe me. He gets teased so much by everyone else, I thought you might give him a break once in a while, Miss Lorilei." She pronounced it Lor-i-lie.
The girls turned their gossip to Emily DeGroat, also known as Emily the Goat, and her new training bra. They were still waiting to get theirs.
After a few blocks, they turned the corner and found themselves at the ill-maintained yard in front of the creepy mansion. "They really should hire a gardener," said Lori.
"I bet the ghost chases them away," responded Kerry. "It's scary even in the bright sunshine. Let's go."
"Okay."
Kerry took three steps up the sidewalk away from the house, while her friend headed toward the iron gate. "Where the fuck are you going?" she asked.
"You said, 'Let's go,' so I was going to the mansion. What else could you mean? I just want a closer look, don't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Lori pushed the iron gates apart, neither made any sound when she did. "So much for your squeaky gate."
"I tell you it did creak the other day. Someone must have oiled it."
They continued through the gate and up the overgrown walkway until they reached the weathered porch. "Close enough?" pleaded Kerry.
Lori didn't say a word, instead ascending carefully the rotting steps. Reluctantly, her best friend followed.
"Shouldn't we knock?" asked Kerry as the fearless girl reached for the front door knob.
"You are kidding, right? No one has lived here in years."
With a turn of the unlocked knob, the door swung open, just as noiselessly as the gate. The pair gingerly stepped across the threshold and into the dusty entrance hall. Cobwebs draped everywhere, making Kerry eek at every one that she touched. "There better not be any spiders here," she muttered.
"Oh, I'm sure there aren't."
For the entry, they headed through a pair of double doors into the Great Room. Lit only by a lone sunbeam sneaking past the fallen corner of a single blackout curtain, the room still appeared huge. The walls reached up twenty feet and a monster of a stone fireplace dominated the one wall.
"They had to live in luxury," said Lori as she scanned the room.
"Wow," was all Kerry could say.
The girls made their way through the sheet-covered furniture to stare at the twin seven foot tall paintings hanging above the stone mantle. "They must have been rich to wear clothes like that," said Kerry, seemingly a little less frightened. "It's so vintage."
"I don't think that was the Cavanaughs from forty years ago," said her friend. "They appear more Victorian in dress."
Just below the one portrait, she noticed a silver-framed photograph, covered in a thick layer of dust. After wiping it off, Lori found a black and white shot of a beautiful girl with long straight blonde hair, sapphire-blue eyes, and an infectious smile. "I wonder who she is." A bit of cool air brushed her hair, causing the girl to shiver. "I wish I had known her." The words sounded foreign to the girl's ears after she spoke them.
Kerry angled the frame so both girls could look at the picture. They found they couldn't look away.
"I heard a noise," said Lori as she broke concentration.
"I didn't," said her friend who glanced away. "But maybe we should go."
After placing the frame back on the mantle, the girls retraced their steps through the sheet-covered furniture to the entry. As Lori reached for the outside door, she turned. "I heard it again. Upstairs."
"Let's forget about it," said Kerry, but too late to stop her friend. "Don't you dare go up there."
"You dare me?" Lori smiled as she put her hand on the well-worn banister. "Aren't you coming?"
Kerry could only shake her head as the pair inched their way up the staircase, every floorboard creaking as their shoe stepped on the next. No one would be surprised when they arrived.
Halfway up, they heard a door above them creak open or perhaps close. "I hope that's not the ghost," said Kerry.
"Ghosts don't need to use doors," said Lori.
"So you admit ghosts do exist," said her jubilant friend.
They continued up to find an unlit corridor at the top landing. "No, not down there," said Kerry.
"Another dare?" Lori stepped cautiously into the dark with her friend holding on the waistband of her skirt.
Halfway toward a tiny light, they heard the door to their left swing open. Both girls screamed and reversed their course. They descended the staircase and ran outside, all the way to the other side of the iron gate before stopping. There, while they caught their breath, they saw the sound maker.
"You little toad," shouted Lori at the figure on the porch giving them the finger. "I'm going to kill your twin brother."
"Not if I get to him first," said Kerry.
It was Friday afternoon before the girls could meet up after school again. Volleyball practice took up after school time for the taller Lori while Kerry had Library Club functions to attend. The weekend provided a needed break for their curious minds.
"Want to have a sleepover tonight?" asked Lori.
"Sure," said her best friend. "Kermit has been a pill ever since the incident and Mom finding out about it. I'm sure he's planning on something big against us when his grounding is lifted. When should I come over?"
"Dinner time. I think my parents are going off to their monthly party. They leave about seven and get back at three or so. It must be great to be adults. And my sister has this hot date. I think she's going to sneak in after daybreak."
"Then we'll be at your house all alone?"
"Alone, yes," said Lori with a mischievous smile. "I never said we'd be at my house."
Seven o'clock came at the Harrow house, and Lori's parents were rushing to get out the door. As soon as they left, Miranda raced up the stairs and threw on a different outfit, this one a very short miniskirt and tight sweater. She arrived downstairs three seconds before Spike's motorcycle roared up the driveway.
"You dweebs be good. I'm supposed to be watching you so don't burn the house down. Just watch television or something. But not cable. And nothing too scary. See you tomorrow."
The door slammed shut and the motorcycle sped off all in one motion.
"That happen often?" asked Kerry.
"Yeah. I figure I'll be an aunt by Christmas." Lori looked at her friend. "I don't get your choice of outfits. That's, like, the sexiest thing you could have worn."
"My mother insisted I wear something nice for dinner. She pulled the skirt out of the closet, and I had to put on the black stockings with it."
"And the almost see-through blouse?"
Kerry blushed. "That was my idea. I like how your father pervs on me."
"He almost canceled so he could ogle the rest of the night. At this rate, I'll be a new sister as well as an aunt at Christmas."
"Well, they're gone. So what's your big plan?"
Lori handed her friend a flashlight. "Let's go for a little walk."
Kerry didn't even ask where. She knew her best friend all too well. Playing with matches would have been less scary.
The girls stood in the entrance hall of the abandoned Cavanaugh mansion again, this time with their own light source. "I can't believe you talked me into coming in here," said Kerry.
"Your brother is locked safely away, right? So we have nothing to fear."
"Unless we meet a ghost," murmured Kerry.
They returned to the Great Hall, shining their lights all around. The woodwork on the walls was exquisite. It was a shame no one ever saw it anymore. They worked their way to stand in front of the fireplace. Lori picked up the silver frame and shined her light on the glass.
"I did a little research," said Kerry. "I figured you'd want to know about her."
"I thought you would. What did you find out?"
Kerry drew in a deep breath. "Her name was Clarissa Cavanaugh. She was the only child of Max and Minnie Cavanaugh. They were city folk who moved here after she hit it big in television."
"Minnie?"
Kerry shook her head. "No, Clarissa. Apparently, she was as beautiful as her picture, and she starred in a series of toy ads. By ten she had enough money to retire and become a real kid. So they moved here."
"I'm guessing no happy ending."
Kerry shook her head. "About two years later, a dark and stormy night as it happened, something set the Cavanaugh family against each other. With lightning flashing all around, the police arrived to find a terrible scene. Clarissa was at the foot of the stairs, her neck broken. Max was on the end of a rope from one of the beams in here. And Minnie was running about, crazy as a jaybird. They ended up taking her to a mental institute where she lives today, never having spoken of what happened here."
Lori stood there, her mouth agape. "Does anyone know what happened?"
"Not for sure. The coroner ruled Max was a suicide, but Clarissa became the unexplained victim."
Lori stared at the photograph. "She was just so beautiful. I wish I could do something for her."
The more Lori stared at the picture, the more she could almost hear the tiny voice of a young girl. "Help me," it said. "Please, help me."
Lori put down her flashlight on top of the picture left on the mantle and started toward the doorway.
"Where are you going?" asked her friend.
"To free her," said Lori, her voice sounding quite strange.
Kerry grabbed the discarded flashlight and followed Lori to the staircase. As the girl started to ascend, Kerry followed two steps behind. She was wishing they had just watched something on cable.
At the top of the staircase, Lori slowly shuffled down the dark corridor past several doors. The one Kermit had hid behind remained closed. At the end of the hall, Lori turned a doorknob and entered the room.
Kerry sprayed the flashlight all around the room. She detected nothing moving, not even anything as small as a spider. However, the entire room reeked of dust and stale tobacco.
"Remove our shirts," said the entranced girl, who began unbuttoning her knit polo shirt before pulling it over her head. The discarded garment kicked up a cloud of dust as it hit the floor.
"Remove our shirts," repeated Lori. "Daddy wants to see our titties."
Not knowing what to do, Kerry quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and the beige garment landed atop the polo shirt.
"Turn around," said Lori who spun slowly herself. "Daddy is pleased with his beautiful little girl. He likes her being away from Momma's prying eyes. This way he can admire her beauty as no one else can."
"You're starting to creep me out," said Kerry.
The other girl paid no attention to the comment. Instead, she shuffled to the door and exited the room.
Kerry thought about grabbing the discarded shirts but figured there would be plenty of time later. After the funny stuff ended.
Taking one last look at what must have been Mr. Cavanaugh's office, Kerry returned to the dark corridor. She barely saw which door Lori had disappeared into.
Another dust-filled room, this one had a carousel the size of a basketball sitting on the one dresser and an open music box on the other. Between them, a canopy bed with the sheets all asunder sat in the middle of the room.
"Remove our clothes," said Lori. "Daddy likes to see our body." The girl undid her jeans and kicked them off.Kerry followed by unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall down her legs. She looked over to see Lori still wore her little white bikini panties with the cute little red bow. If she knew the nature of this escapade, Kerry would have found something sexier than her old blue pair to try and impress 'Daddy' with.
"Turn around so Daddy can see your beauty," said the entranced girl. As both girls again spun around, Kerry was becoming more and more confused.
"We must go," said Lori as she again bolted from a room. Kerry wished she had more time in Clarissa's bedroom. But Lori seemed to be driving the exploration.
The girls walked to the beginning of the dark corridor and stopped at the top of the staircase. Kerry waited for Lori who stood frozen a step ahead of her, staring at the closed door. She felt an icy coldness on her cheek, but saw nothing that might have caused it.
And the girls waited until Lori spoke again. "Take off your socks and panties, you little whore." The tone of her voice was not that of a little girl, but of an evil controlling adult.
To her right, Kerry saw a weird light coming from nowhere, but entering the bare back of her friend. Doing what she did best, Kerry screamed and dropped her flashlight. When it hit the floor, it bounced and rolled down the staircase, thumping on every step as it did. Without a light, the second floor was bathed in darkness.
Kerry heard another thump, this one like a body falling to the floor. She did the only sensible thing. She fainted on top of her friend.
"Kerry," said a voice, the familiar one from her best friend. "Please wake up."
The barely conscious girl blinked her eyes at the not quite pitch dark, not quite light environment. She had never felt like that before. Perhaps she was dead.
"What's going on?" she mumbled.
"Kerry, you have to wake up. I was wrong, and you were right."
"About what?"
"Ghosts," said Kerry.
"I…I don't think so."
"We have one right here."
Kerry sat bolt upright at that statement. She looked to her right and saw the strange light coming from what looked like a pretty blonde girl in a white robe. "Are you sure I'm not dead?"
"No, I am." The voice sounded like one of those from Lori. Fortunately, not the last one before she fainted.
"You're…you're a… you're a ghost?" stammered Kerry. "You can't be."
"That was my line," said Lori with a giggle. "Then I offered her my help, and she took it."
Kerry looked at her friend in disbelieve. "You gave up your…"
"Just a little," said Kerry. "Just enough for tonight. Clarissa thinks that will be enough time to complete her unfulfilled feelings and then pass over. But she needs us both to cooperate so she can leave this world happy."
Kerry just stared at her best friend and the foggy image next to her. Could this be real? Was she dreaming the whole thing? What could she do?
"Let her touch you," said Lori as though she read Kerry's mind. "She needs a little of you so you can hear her directly."
"Will it hurt?"
"A little," said Lori. "It's like losing your virginity. A sharp pain that grows and grows into the most wonderful feeling. I survived. You will to."
"All right," said the reluctant girl, clamping her eyes closed. "Do it. Just let me know when it's over."
"Thank you," said the strange voice.
"Come on, just do it already."
"Kerry, you can open your eyes," said Lori.
"When is she going to do it?"
"About thirty seconds ago," replied her friend. "Just before she spoke to you."
Kerry slowly opened her left eye to see the shimmering figure sitting next to Lori. The right eye joined its twin and they saw the deceased girl very clearly. Her beauty transcended words. "Are you sure it's over?"
"Yes," said the sweet voice. "I am Clarissa Cavanaugh, no longer from your world, but not yet in mine. I thank you again for allowing me a moment in time to be with you. Be not afraid. I will do nothing to you to harm you."
"I don't believe this is happening," said Kerry. She stared at the supernatural being. "Why are you a ghost?"
"I have unfinished business," said the specter. "I had a deal to experience pleasure for once in my life before I passed over to the next. My childhood had been more work than play and I rarely had what you would call fun. My father had accepted the duty to show me all that I had missed, but just as he was to express his love, I suffered my accident. I died without losing my virginity or feeling the pleasure I had been promised."
"That's so sad," said Kerry almost in tears. She turned to her friend for strength.
"Such a bond as yours, I never experienced. My first pleasure I desire to know is what you call an orgasm. I will feel yours if your bodies can stimulate enough of a reaction. I sense you have done so before."
Kerry blushed. She had never told a soul about the sleepovers at the Harrow house. She and Lori had acted out each and every lewd act they witnessed on Mr. Harrow's porn collection and any tidbit from the girls at school. But, more importantly, they had never had an audience.
"Just lie back," said Lori as she twisted the exposed nipples on her friend's chest. It was their special sign of intimacy. Neither had more than tiny buds where someday their boobs would be after they matured. That time could not get there soon enough for Kerry. She hated having the same chest as her brother.
Kerry reclined into the dust, hoping Lori's tongue avoided the worst of it. The voracious mouth seemed oblivious to the accumulated filth, instead concentrating on the sensitive skin of her lover. The blue panties were ripped from Kerry's body and tossed over the railing to the floor below. Lori's fingers joined in stimulating the nether region.
Kerry felt the shivers and quivers and tremors leading to convulsions. The room appeared brighter and brighter as Lori pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The ultimate fireworks detonating in Kerry's mind coincided with a radiance that lit the entire mansion. Clarissa's moans shook the entire house to its foundation as the mortals collapsed into each other's loving arms.
"I love you," whispered Kerry into Lori's ear as she regained her senses. "Now it's my turn."
They opened their eyes, finding the glow not quite as brilliant as it had been, but enough to see the expression on Clarissa's face. It registered fear and trepidation.
"There is no time," said the ghost. "My reaction to your pleasure has awakened the vengeful spirit that lived as my mother. We must flee this house before her essence arrives."
"How long do we have?" asked Lori.
"Only a few seconds."
The two girls jumped to their feet and raced down the staircase. Not even bothering to look for their discarded things, they found themselves outside the iron gate before they took their next breath.
"So this is freedom," said the glowing figure beside them. "I had forgotten outside and the smells of the plants."
For a moment, the house plunged into total blackness before a light appeared in the upper window. "She has arrived," said Clarissa. "We must flee."
The girls looked at themselves. Between them they had one pair of panties, one knee high sock, two sheer black stockings, and one very translucent negligee. "We're going to get arrested for public nudity," said Kerry.
"Fear not," said the ghost who probably had the least to fear from the police. "No one will notice us, unless I wish them to."
A man walking his beagle came around the corner. While the dog marked the iron gate, the man showed no sign of detecting anything. The two disappeared without a word.
"Amazing," said Kerry.
"It's how ghosts stay hidden at least most of the time. But we must hurry. I have two more desires to fulfill before the spirit locates me."
"What's the next?" asked Lori.
"I died a virgin. I desire to feel what the passage into womanhood would have been like."
The two girls started to giggle. "We're not quite equipped to help you out," said Lori.
"But I know who is," said Kerry. "And I bet I could talk him into helping us. On to my house."
"Kermit, wake up." Kerry whispered the phrase several times before the boy stirred.
"What do you want?" he snarled. "I was just with a cheerleader and…"
The boy opened his eyes wide as he saw not only his sister standing over his bed, but also her tall dweeb of a friend. And they were both almost totally naked. "Am I still dreaming?"
"No," said his twin sister. "I wish it was, but we need to ask a favor from you."
"No way am I doing anything for you or her. Not for money. Not for chores. Not for…"
"We need you to take our virginity."
"Now you're talking." The boy pulled back his sheets and rolled over. His boyhood hung out of his pajamas, already prepped for the task at hand. "Which one of you first?"
Kerry hesitated. He was after all her brother. Lori spoke up. "It has to be you. I gave my V card to Randy Barnes last summer."
"You never told me that," said Kerry.
"I knew it," chimed in Kermit. "Randy called you the Amazon because you were fucking Amazing."
"Um, that's nice," said the tall girl. It was nice to get a good review, but she wasn't sure about the publicity. It might explain why the eighth grade boys knew who she was.
"All right," said Kerry as she climbed into bed with her brother. She wasn't sure about his sheets that looked rather stained, but it was for a good cause. "Be gentle," she pleaded.
"No prob," he said. "I've done this before."
"You've had sex with girls?" asked his astonished sister.
"Well, yeah," he said as he positioned himself above her slit. "Lots of times really. But I meant I deflowered Angie Withers and Becky Dansforth."
"What?"
He didn’t answer verbally, instead jamming his cock into the opening. "Here goes nothing." He pushed again and his sister joined the sisterhood of former virgins.
The room had a burst of light, much like a bulb turning on and then the filament burning away. "What the fuck was that?" murmured Kermit.
"Just fuck me," replied Kerry. She was glad for the session on the second floor with Lori. She was going to have to explain to her brother about foreplay. Lori took note and began to diddle herself in preparation for a second coming.
"I've wanted to do this since we turned eleven," said Kermit as he pressed into his sister again. "I never thought you'd let me."
"I can be full of surprises," said the girl between sensations. For being an oaf, her brother was exciting her body toward a climax.
"Getting close," the twins said together. Kerry felt a cold tingle in her lower abdomen just as her body convulsed and her brother shot his seed into her. The room erupted into a shimmer briefly and the siblings cuddled together.
"Kermit, come with me." The sleepy boy rose and followed the voice. They walked across the hall and into Kerry's room. "Have a seat while I remove my underwear."
The boy sat on the bed while the girl pulled down the white panties with that cute little red bow on it. She then knelt in front of him
"We have to do this quickly," said the girl. "How long do you have to rest before you can shoot again?"
"I'm almost ready," he said. "I just got to get hard."
"I'll take care of that," she said as she started to suck the blood from his brain and everywhere else to his penis. Quickly it responded to her mouth.
"Just sit back, Kermit, and I'll do all the work." She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself above the shaft. She lowered herself onto it, the self-lubrication just enough to allow penetration. She then started to ride him, up and down, as quickly as possible. Thank goodness he was a thirteen-year-old and easily stimulated. She felt his semen gush into her.
She rose from him, careful to not spill on the carpet. She touched the abdomen as she had with Kerry. It released eggs toward the swimming sperm. Fertilization was a matter of moments away.
Having accomplished the third of her pleasures, she released Lori's mind with her gratitude. It had all happened before the witching hour, so she had nothing to fear.
Clarissa smiled as she had not in a long, long time.
As they returned to the Harrow house, Lori and Kerry struggled to support each other. It had been a most unusual night.
Fire trucks raced past the girls and headed toward the mansion burning brightly. They didn't have to look to know it was the Cavanaugh house. Kerry's only regret was that her sexiest shirt and skirt were probably ashes by now.
As they reach Lori's house, they spied Spike's motorcycle sitting by the front porch. "I hope they don't notice we're missing," muttered Lori.
"You mean our clothes?" asked a still sleepy Kerry. They were down to just one knee high sock on this walk.
Once inside, Kerry hurried to Lori's room while the girl went into the living room to face the music about sneaking out. She found her fifteen-year-old sister wearing even less than her and being banged doggie-style by the biker. Even better was the pristine condom sitting on the coffee table.
The girls weren't going to get in trouble after all.
As she turned, the front door opened, and her parents stumbled in. "Hi, dear," called out her mother with a wave before hurrying off to the master bedroom.
Her father said nothing, simply gawking at his naked younger daughter. Only when a voice from the master bedroom yelled, "Denny, get in here. Mama needs your cock in my ass," did he blink.
"Was it a good party, Daddy?" Lori asked.
"Um, I guess. Do you know you are naked?"
"Yes. I was waiting for you."
"Not tonight dear. Your mother's needs outweigh yours." He turned to leave. "Another time?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Any time, Daddy."
While he headed to the master bedroom, she ducked into her bathroom. Without turning on the light, she ran some cold water.
"I can't believe it," she muttered. "I just told my father he can fuck me."
As she looked up, she saw two sapphire-blue eyes glowing back at her in the mirror. "Looking forward to it," said Clarissa. "And your mother sounds interesting. And then all of your friends. I never wanted to be the good girl like I was on the toy commercials. Now I can be a fucking slut. Forever."