Ghost Story

by J G Jerome

  She looks into my eyes, and tears begin to fall. I kiss each one away before I claim her lips. Afterward, I look into her eyes. “You are mine, Josie. But I am also yours. This only works if we are all on even ground - even if you and Rebecca think of yourselves as my property.”

  She cups my face and gives me a melancholy smile. “Thank you, Will.”

  I cock an eyebrow at her. “So, does this mean you’re going to have a harem, too?”

  Josie says, “But William, darling. I already have one! I have you and the bitches!” All the ladies burst out laughing, and I join in.

  Rebecca kisses Josie’s cheek. She says, “Let’s start cleaning up before we call Audrey.”

  29 - A quick call before bed

  I snag Rebecca as she reaches for the Dutch oven and pull her into my lap. She squeals, but the grin on her face gives away that it’s from delight rather than pain.

  I give her a wet kiss. “That was a wonderful meal, baby.”

  She cuddles in close and squirms in my lap. “Thank you, Will. It’s important to me that I take care of my family.”

  I nuzzle her cute, short hair. “It’s important to me too, baby. That also means I need you to take care of yourself. The reason I grabbed you was to let you know that I see a visible difference from when I left. Your skin doesn’t look as empty. Your face looks healthier, and I swear I see a little bit of an ass in those tight shorts.”

  She giggles, “It’s the shorts, Will.”

  I roll her hip up, reach down, and squeeze the available butt cheek. She responds in an unexpected manner. “Ow! Master, please be gentle with me. Marissa has been having us exercise every day. My ass may be a little swollen.”

  I gently caress the offending area. “Hmmm. That’s much better. Thank you, William.” I kiss her gently. She responds, “Be careful what you wish for. My mother, both grandmothers, and Aunt Judith all had butts that would shame the Kard...”

  I smack her sore ass. “That name will never be mentioned in my house, woman.”

  “Ow! Okay, okay, okay!” She tries to cover her butt, but I’m already caressing it again.

  Marissa asks with a grin. “What don’t you like about the...” I cock an eyebrow at her. Marissa bites her lip with an evil twinkle in her eye before she continues. “...that family.”

  I shrug, “They are a perfect example of what is wrong with our society. They have no talents, and yet they are famous. Honestly, it’s not just them. We could shut down the entire ‘entertainment industry,’ and we would all be better for it. Maybe people would focus long enough to do something worthwhile.”

  Marissa decides to defend the famous family in question. “Well one of that family has that whole justice initiative going on - she’s set several wrongly accused people free. Another has fragrance and cosmetics line. The youngest, who has a different surname, by the way, is supposedly a self-made billionaire.”

  I grimace. “I view the first two as cases of ‘blind squirrel finds a nut.’ I don’t know enough about the third, but that sounds like a headline from a Hollywood rag rather than validated news.” Marissa’s about to jump in, but I interrupt. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t blame them for making a living. All of them have been successful at separating people from their money to maintain a lavish lifestyle. Then they have gone off to sell the idea of that lavish lifestyle to millions of people who don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of ever achieving it - making more money in the process. I actually respect the justice initiative thing that one is doing, and I respect the fact that not every victory turns into a national press release. Otherwise, I have more respect for Bernadette’s stable than I do them. It’s a more honest form of prostitution.”

  Marissa sits back in her chair with a teasing smile. “You’ve actually put some thought into that Will.”

  I shrug with a wry grin. “When I first moved here, I would usually turn on the evening news while I cooked dinner. The Hollywood rag shows come on for that half hour between the news and the start of the evening network programming. Those would generally run down the ‘Family X’ news in nauseating detail sometime in the first fifteen minutes. That was the primary motivator for me giving up on most TV. I confess to still enjoying the home improvement shows.”

  Marissa chuckles. I turn to Rebecca, who is still cradled in my lap. “Baby, I will still love you if you get a K-butt.”

  She kisses me with a “Thank you, husband” as she jumps up off my lap.”

  “You have a husband?” Josie asks in astonishment.

  “Yes,” Rebecca replies. “So does Marissa. Come morning, so will you.”

  Marissa says, “Can we have rings?”

  Josie agrees, “I definitely want a ring, but it can wait until after we congregate the wedding.”

  The other girls and I chuckle. Josie looks sheepish. She says, “I used the wrong word again, didn’t I?”

  Rebecca kisses her cheek. “You meant to say ‘consummate.’ It means the sexual claiming of spouses to seal the marriage.”

  Marissa grins and says, “Fucking to seal the deal.”

  Josie points at her, “That’s the one I’ll probably remember.” We chuckle at that.

  I join in. “That does pretty much sum it up nicely, Marissa. And to answer your question, I think rings are definitely in order. Maybe something unconventional since we’re an unconventional family. Or...maybe a conventional ring for the public and something unconventional just for us.”

  Rebecca says, “I like that, Will. Now go shower, husband. Josie deserves to not have you smelling like sex with Audrey her first time.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I answer as I stand again. I kiss Marissa, then Rebecca, and then Josie. Then I tell them, “I did shower when I got home, so I think I’ve met the standard.”

  Josie stands and wraps her arms around me. She murmurs, “I’m still all sweaty from working out. Maybe you could help me shower, Will.”

  “Let’s go, punkin’,” I tell her. I grab her hand, and we walk to the bedroom.

  Once there, I point to the wall. “Kick off your shoes and socks, Josie. Then just lean up against the wall.”

  I pull off my boots, strip my shirt off, and put my holster in the drawer of the bedside table. Then I strip off my jeans and boxers. Josie’s eyes are traveling up and down my body when I turn to her. Her eyes find mine and she bites her lower lip.

  “We start now, Josie. Are you ready?” I ask.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Josie, I want you to call me Will. I would even prefer William to ‘master.’ Audrey calls me that based on the games we play. I need to break Rebecca of it, too. Option B is I start tying you both up to fuck.”

  “Not tonight, Will. I want you to make love to me like a new bride,” she says.

  “As you wish,” I tell her.

  I hear Marissa shout from the kitchen. “I did not just hear a Princess Bride quote, did I?”

  I roll my eyes before I step in to kiss Josie. She wraps her arms around my neck as we kiss. I slide my hands inside the waistband of her tight shorts and panties to slowly start pushing them down. Josie keeps kissing me, but she twitches her hips from side-to-side to help slide the snug waistband off her hips. Suddenly, I’m past her wide hips, and she points her left knee toward her right to allow them to slowly slide down her strong legs. I squat down, kissing her throat, upper chest, between her breasts, down her stomach until my face is in front of her trimmed, dirty blond bush.

  I press my cheek into her mons and murmur. “Step out of them, beloved.”

  Josie lifts her left leg out, sets if firmly on the floor and then lifts her right. I toss them to the pile of my laundry as I take in the warm, moist scent of her womanhood. She smells rich. Like flowers, fertile ground, and herbs. I squat a little lower to kiss the top of her vulva before I start kissing my way back up to her mouth. My hands glide upwards as I slowly stand, eventually hooking the hem of her workout camisole. I’m kissing her lips as I slowly raise the hem of her top
until her large breasts pop loose. I press my chest into them to feel her erect nipples push into my flesh until her top is right under her armpits.

  “Raise your arms and close your eyes,” I tell her.

  Josie follows my orders, and I kiss her generous lips one more time before I raise the top up her arms and over her head until it is around her wrists. When I twist the top to trap her hands over her head, Josie’s eye’s slowly open. She struggles feebly to free them as I attack her lips again. She starts to moan and whimper in my mouth as my erect cock slides between her strong thighs.

  I ask, “Are you sure you don’t want to be tied up tonight, Josie?”

  She looks at me through hooded eyes. “Not tonight, husband. Tonight, I want to be your bride, not your concubine. Try me again next week for the other.”

  I release the twist and whip the garment off her arms as I kiss her again.

  I smile at her. “Let’s go clean up, beautiful. Then we can come back here and get dirty.”

  “That sounds like a good plan, Will.”

  I grab her left hand in my right and lead her into the bathroom. I get the water running while she pulls out towels and washcloths. Then she sits to pee. Once I’m satisfied with the temperature, I turn to her. “Don’t flush yet, punkin’. I’ll add to it - save water on the flushes.”

  “Okay.” She takes a bit of paper, and dries herself. Then she stands and kisses me as she flits by to step into the shower. I drain Willy, then I join her after flushing.

  “Keep my hair dry, Will. I’m supposed to let the perm set for three days,” Josie instructs.

  I hear a voice from the bedroom. “Oh good. I was just coming back to remind you,” says Rebecca. “Have fun, my loves.”

  I mouth ‘thanks mom’ to Josie, and then we both shout it out loud.

  I hear the Marissa howl of laughter and an exasperated ‘Oh!’ from Rebecca.

  I hear Rebecca’s voice from the other room, “Oh that was rude!”

  Marissa answers quietly. I hear her say, “Oh come now, baby. You really are…” The rest is lost in the hiss of the shower.

  I grab the soap and start scrubbing Josie’s shoulders, back, tushy, and legs. She hums and sighs as I run my soapy hands along her flesh, in the crack of her bum, and very gently up between her legs. I tease her anus and then I slide my hands up to the small of the back before my hands circle her tapered waist. She throws her head back over her shoulder, and I claim her mouth as I press my cock between her thighs.

  I murmur in her ear, “Turn around, beautiful.”

  Josie moans as she turns. I gently press her against the wall. I lift first her right hand to scrub that arm clean all the way into the pits. It looks like she has trimmed her sparse hair closely with scissors. I raise the other arm and clean it thoroughly too. Then I scrub her neck, collarbones, down through the deep valley between her breasts to scrub her abdomen. I squat down and scrub her legs. When I finish, my soapy fingers glide up her thighs, up the taper of her waist, up to cup the pendulous cones of her breasts. I scrub them them and pinch the nipples firmly as she looks at me through hooded eyes.

  “Yes, Josie. I am going to touch you everywhere. I am going to kiss you everywhere. I am going to drive you crazy with pleasure and love.”

  “You already do, William. More than you can imagine.”

  I take a washrag, wet it, and pull her closer to the spray. I rinse her body, sluicing off the soap with the cloth. I stand under the spray and duck my head forward. Josie’s fingers dig into my scalp and I feel the silkiness of the shampoo and the strength of her fingers. Her fingers leave my head, and shortly thereafter I feel her scrubbing my back and legs. She scrubs between my asscrack and along my taint until she fondles my balls with a giggle. I turn, and she scrubs my chest, my pits, my arms, my abs, and works her way down my legs. Finally, she reaches the bottom and rubs her face across my cock head. She kisses it and then soaps it heavily. I stand under the spray as she scrubs me down with the wash rag. I turn, and she scrubs my back.

  Finally, she sets the washrag aside, and I take her into my arms and kiss her. I back her against the wall and bury my face in her neck as I cup her pussy in my hand. Josie wraps her right leg around my waist as I nibble her neck. She moans and holds my head in place. I slowly bend down lower until I can suck her nipple into my mouth. It’s large, full, and rubbery. I suckle on it and nibble.

  Josie murmurs, “Oh, sweet Jesus!”

  Rebecca’s voice interrupts us. “Hey, you two! Time enough for that after we call Aubrey.”

  Josie groans, “Yes, mom!”

  I laugh as Rebecca groans. “Oh, enough of that already! Get your ass out here, strumpet!”

  I kiss Josie. “Come on, honey. I’ll dry you.” I ensure she has her feet under her before I shut off the water. Rebecca opens the door and hands me a towel. I dry Josie’s limbs and torso before I kiss her lips. Rebecca takes the towel and lays it on the floor. Josie steps onto it as Rebecca hands me a towel of my own. Then she kneels to dry Josie’s feet while I towel off rapidly.

  Rebecca leads Josie by hand directly into the living room. I dry my feet and follow to find a fresh sheet stretched across the loveseat.

  Rebecca smirks. “Try not to make a mess on this one, dear William.”

  I resist the temptation to use the ‘mom’ response, but I go with another classic instead. “Yes, dear.”

  Rebecca grins and hurries to the table to pick up two glasses of wine as Marissa walks up to hand one to Josie. I grab my phone from the side table and text Audrey, ‘Calling now.’

  I start up the Facetime app on my desktop video conferencing rig. Audrey’s face shows on the screen as I back up to the loveseat.

  Audrey backs up from her camera, and I can see her bare breasts. I sit down between Rebecca and Marissa before Josie crawls onto my lap.

  “Hello Kitten,” I greet her. “You’re looking lovely.”

  She smiles and responds, “Thank you, Master. I did as you bid.”

  I cock an eyebrow. “Robe?” She steps back to show it draped from her elbows with no other garments.

  She lifts her feet one at a time. “No shoes or socks either, Master.”

  “Good girl, Kitten.” I smile at her. “Audrey, you already know the vision to my left and the one on my lap. The vision to my right is Marissa.” I look past Josie’s shoulder. “Marissa, meet Audrey.”

  Audrey’s mouth is agape. Marissa is trying to maintain her hairy eyeball, but I see she is equally taken with Audrey. Audrey finally speaks, “You’re that Marissa? Geez! I remember you from martial arts tournaments. You were a beast in all competitions.”

  Marissa smiles, “I remember you, too. You started competing in the womens’ division the last year I competed. We only faced each other that one time, but you did well despite being - was it sixteen?”

  “Yes. What rank are you now? Third degree?” Audrey asks.

  Marissa shakes her head. “No. I quit training hard after brown. My dad and I have been talking about taking it back up again and testing for my black in the spring.”

  Audrey grimaces, “Every time I would think about taking a break my dad would drag me out onto the mat and tell me, ‘If you can defeat me, you can quit.’ Needless to say, I’m still training with him.”

  Marissa gasps, “I’m sorry, Audrey. I’m supposed to threaten your life if you ever hurt Will again.”

  Audrey smiles sadly, “Message received, Marissa. Josie delivered it quite well this afternoon.”

  Josie pipes up. “She believed me.” Audrey nods.

  “Good,” Rebecca and Marissa say in unison.

  Then Marissa says, “Now hurry up and move your skanky bitch ass up here, so we can beat up on each other, girlfriend.”

  Audrey laughs with the ladies on my side of the camera.

  “Okay ladies, we’ve got some serious stuff to discuss. You can trade terms of endearment later.” That elicits some mild chuckles - honestly, I thought it was funnier than that. “Ou
r mutual friend’s standing in society, I am assuming that puts her in a bad group as far as the cool kids are concerned?”

  Audrey processes that for a short moment. “Definitely. They would group her with Rebecca.”

  “Unacceptable,” I respond. “Okay, did you discuss our situation with your parents? You said your father might try to get in good with the cool kids.”

  Audrey shakes her head now that she’s picked up on the subtext. “Nope. He is not happy about our extracurriculars, but he also considers our friend a friend of his. He is actually wanting to meet with you about that craft you do as a hobby.”

  “He knows about how much of our extracurriculars?” I ask.

  She grimaces bashfully. “That we put on shows at the salon.”

  I murmur, “Oh, shit.”

  “It’s not all that bad,” she says.

  “You’re his child. He has to let you live,” I say.

  Audrey smirks, “He started to act all murderous, but mom reminded him that they used to go to sex parties in California. He got all defensive, but mom actually knew our Shibaru instructor. She said she never tried it, but I’m not one hundred percent convinced.”

  “Well,” I say. “It’s not like we can stuff that secret back into the bag.”

  “He did say that it now made sense for us to know our mutual friend. It will be alright,” Audrey says.

  Marissa asks, “Your dad knows my dad, right?”

  “I think so. He at least knows of him,” Audrey answers.

  “Tell them that my dad has a very healthy respect for William,” she stretches to kiss my cheek. I wink at her in response.

  “So now that you’re not hiding me from your parents, do you think you could come to visit?” I ask.

  She grins. “I will be coming to visit. My mom also wants you to come to dinner. I told her we better set four additional places and why. She was both shocked and intrigued.”

  I sigh. “I suppose we should stop digging while we’re already over our heads.”

  Rebecca chuckles, “Don’t worry, Will. Josie and I will protect you.”

  I look at her fondly. “I’m sure you will, baby.” Turning back to Audrey. “Anything else, Kitten?”