Susie Darlin'
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A young man named Richard is thrust into a world of supernatural intrigue where magic, witches, and ghosts are the norm. To overcome a new and dangerous adversary, he'll have to rely on the perky, alluring, and oddly youthful spirit of his grandmother, a feisty witch lost in the 1950s who has more on her mind than Ricky's magic training. Along the way he'll discover not only a new side of himself, but also that nothing, not ties of blood nor even death itself, can deny the heart what it wants.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Age Gap Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Ghost Magic Incest Grand Parent Cream Pie Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Halloween
I awoke to the sound of loud music reverberating through my wall. Groggily, I checked the time on my phone, it was nearly two-thirty in the morning. I swore to myself, and nearly banged on the wall for the jerk in the dorm room next to mine to keep it down. Then I remembered I wasn’t in my dorm, I was in a haunted house with a ghost who was less than happy with me right now. Susie must be listening to her jukebox, I concluded, shivering at what she might do to me if I dared bang against the wall like a jackass.
I just lay there for a while, listening to the music. I couldn’t make out the words, but from the tune it sounded like Elvis’ “Heartbreak Hotel”. So, she was listening to sad music. Not that I could blame her, after what I’d said. Quite appropriate for my mood as well, I thought sourly.
I don’t know how long I laid there brooding, listening to the doleful sounds from the next room as one depressing 50s melody melded into another, before I came to a realization. I wasn’t mad anymore, not at Susie, not at Cassidy, not even at myself. I was just sad, sad for what I’d lost, and obviously Susie was feeling the same.
And with that, I made a decision. I got out of bed and left my room, heading down the hall to Susie’s shut door. I knocked, gently but loud enough to be heard over the music. Suddenly, the jukebox went silent. “You don’t have to knock, Richard. It’s your house,” I heard Susie call out after a few more seconds.
I winced. If she was calling me Richard instead of Ricky, she must still be a bit miffed at me, not that I could blame her. Oh well, I’d committed myself, and there was no turning back now, I resolved, opening the door and entering the room.
It was darker than it’d been before, the only lighting being from the pink neon strip around the jukebox and a small lamp in the corner. Susie was hovering on her back over the bed, one hand fiddling with her ponytail, the other holding a picture. She regarded me warily, like an uninvited salesman intruding on her private time. “It may be my house, but it’s your room, and I respect your privacy,” I said.
That seemed to mollify her a bit, even as she smirked. “That didn’t stop you before, did it?”
I held up my hands in mock surrender. “No, but to be fair, I didn’t know it was your room then.”
“True enough, but to be honest, I like having you in my room,” she said with a small smile, although it quickly faded. “Anyway, let me guess—you’re here now because my music’s interfering with your naked play time with Cassidy, and you’d like me to keep it down, right? Well that’s too bad, because—”
“Cassidy’s gone,” I blurted out, after which I proceeded to tell her the whole, sordid story. “So, in conclusion, you were right about everything, and I was a stupid, stubborn butthead allowing myself to be led around by my dick. I’m sorry about everything, which I know is woefully inadequate. But don’t worry, I’ll leave you alone now, and be out of here tomorrow.”
“No, please stay a moment,” she said as she put down the picture and hovered down to the foot of the bed, adjusting herself so that she actually appeared to be sitting on the edge, patting the spot next to her in invitation.
“Okay,” she began, after I’d seated myself next to her. “First of all, if you now believe everything I said about Cassidy to be true, then you must also believe in the curse that’s been placed on you. And yet, you were ready to walk out of here, without even asking me if I could help you lift it. What gives?”
I shrugged. “To be honest, I’m starting to think I deserve to be cursed, after being an idiot and treating you the way I did. After such a thing, it’s probably better for the women of the world if—” I was cut short by the feeling of something cold passing through my cheek and into my mouth, before suddenly departing.
“What the—” I mumbled, rubbing at my face, looking to Susie for an explanation, only to find her glaring at me, her right hand in an odd position over her left arm, and I realized what had happened. “Did you just ... slap me?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, lowering her hand. Her expression softened, and her eyes warbled a bit. “You’re a good man, Ricky, who was deceived by someone you believed cared for you. If that were a curseable offense, then half the world would be cursed. But the fact that you’re here, hat in hand so to speak, proves that my original, highly positive assessment of you was correct.
“So,” she continued, poking me in the arm and sending sharp japs of cold through me, “I don’t want to hear any more talk about how you deserve to be cursed, alright? Believe me, I know many worthy of being cursed, and you are totally not one of them.”
She smiled sheepishly. “Besides, I should apologize as well. I could have been more ... tactful in the way I approached the matter, which I have been reminded of many times. Truly, this is one time I didn’t enjoy being right at all.”
I nodded, glad that she was again calling me ‘Ricky’. “How about this—let’s just agree that we were both stupid, one of us more than the other perhaps, and start over. And just to be clear, I was lying downstairs. Now that I know you, there’s no way I can see my life without you in it, in some way.”
Her smile became more confident, growing into the one I loved looking at. “Agreed. And just so you don’t think I’m a liar...” She held up a small pouch, held around her neck by a small chain, a few hairs poking out of it. “I really did want your hair as a memento before I’d even considered the possibility of a curse. It takes a bit of effort for me to wear this, but I swear I’ll never take it off.”
I shook my head, touched beyond measure at her gesture, to the point I couldn’t speak for several moments. “Thank you. I never did consider you a liar, and I never will. I promise.”
She clasped her hands over her chest. “So, does that mean you’re staying?”
I inclined my head. “I am, if that’s what you want.”
Susie bounced up and down on the bed, or at least gave a very good impression of it. “There’s nothing I want more in this world, or any other.”
“Now,” I continued after she calmed down a bit, “you said something about maybe breaking this curse?”
She bobbed her head back and forth a bit. “Well, maybe draining the curse might be a better way to put it.”
“Draining?” I asked, having never heard that word used in relation to curses.
“Yes, but more on that in a bit. First, I have another small request,” she said, her eyes fixing on mine. “You see, this time of year holds a lot of significance for me. A lot of momentous events happened in my life this time of year, both happy and tragic ones.
“One such occasion was my first encounter with the man who lit up my life more than any other,” she said, look at the row of portraits and pictures of her and Blaise affectionately. It was then that I noticed that the first portrait, the one of them dancing, was missing, realizing that was the one she must’ve been staring at when I came in.
“Blaise, he was your significant other?” I asked.
“Oh, he was much more than that,” she said, grabbing the painting off the bed and gazing at it fondly. “For a very long time, he was my everything.” She smiled wistfully. “I remember our first encounter so clearly. It was this very night, at a ball being thrown for members of the Circle.”
She chuckled. “I was very young at the time, only sixty or so. I was also very shy, if you can believe it, just sitting in the corner watching all the other women in their pretty dresses dancing with all the handsome men along the floor and through the air, longing to join them but too terrified to make the first move. Then some brash young mustachioed fellow dared to break convention and approach me first, requesting me to join him in a dance. He was so sweet, charming, and witty that I forgot my fear. So, I took his hand, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
She drifted over to the wall, putting the portrait back in its place. She turned back to me, hands behind her back. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but would you mind dancing with me, just for a little while? I love to dance, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a worthwhile partner, and tonight is when it hits me the hardest that Blaise is gone. But I don’t want to force you, if you think dancing with the ghost of your hot granny is too weird.”
In response I stood up from the bed, moving to stand in front of her as she regarded me curiously. I then gave her my best bow, and said, “Nothing would please me more than if the most beautiful and enchanting lady I have ever laid eyes on would honor me with a dance.”
Susie put a hand over her heart, or rather, where her heart used to be. “That’s almost exactly the way Blaise said it,” she whispered.
“And I do hope my lady will be content with slow ballroom dancing, since that is the only form I am familiar with,” I added hastily. It’s true, I wasn’t much of a dancer, but I had taken a few lessons for my senior prom.
Susie laughed. “That will be just perfect for tonight, cutie. However, I must remember to throw in a few dance lessons with your magic training, so when we visit Buddy’s we’ll be the coolest cats there.”
My brow crinkled. “What’s Buddy’s?”
She gave me a playful wink, lowering herself to the floor. “You’ll see. Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I rubbed at the back of my neck. “So, how do we do this since you’re, you know, corporeally challenged?”
She smacked at her forehead. “How stupid of me, I almost forgot.” She looked back at me. “I can make myself a bit more solid for a while, what’s called a semi-incarnation, by drawing on a bit of your life force. I have to warn you, though, it may weaken you somewhat, but I promise this is only a very temporary situation. So, whaddya think?”
“I have no problem with that,” I said. “I can see how important this is to you, and I’m planning to go back to bed later anyway. Do it.”
Susie nodded, closing her eyes. Almost immediately I felt warmth flowing out of me as it had when we’d first tethered downstairs, although to a much more significant degree, and true to her word I did feel a bit weaker.
But the effects were worth it as I looked back to Susie. Now, even though she was in the light of the jukebox, I couldn’t see through her at all. But more than that, her skin no longer had that bluish hue it normally did. It was still pale, but it had the barest trace of a rosy color to it, especially in her cheeks. She opened her violet eyes and smiled gratefully at me, holding out her arms. “I’m ready when you are,” she said in a quiet voice, free of its normal hollow echo, as “Unchained Melody” began to play on the jukebox.
I swallowed as I made my way to Susie, hoping I remembered enough of my dance moves not to embarrass myself and wreck the experience for her. “Gently,” she whispered as I took her raised right hand in my left, as my other hand settled on her back. “The effect is only skin deep, so to speak, and pushing too hard will break the effect.”
I nodded, amazed at how warm her skin felt, marveling at the fact that I could actually make physical contact with it. But then I sensed the coldness beneath, and I was reminded of the truth. So I took her warning to heart, keeping my hold on her as light as possible as we began to move with the music. “I’ve always liked this song,” I murmured.
She had her head leaned against my chest, allowing me to actually felt the tickle of her hair against my skin, so I couldn’t see her expression. Although, by her tone, I think it was a contented one. “So, you like fifties music?” she asked.
“I like a lot of things from that decade,” I replied, becoming more comfortable with my dancing skills as I led her across the floor, enjoying the sweet scent of her. “It was an interesting time, to say the least.”
Her left hand gave my shoulder a slight but affectionate squeeze. “I’m glad to hear you say so. Of all the eras I’ve seen come and go, that decade holds special meaning for me. You see, after Blaise passed, I went through what you might call a second adolescence, really living it up, until my number came up not long after.”
“How did it happen?” I asked without thinking. “I mean, how did you...”
“Bite the big one?” she asked as she looked up at me with a small smile. “It’s okay, enough time has passed so it doesn’t bother me anymore. I won’t bore you with details, but let’s just say that that broom drag racing, alcohol, and giant, unmovable oaks don’t mix.”
“Oh,” I said, having expected something a bit more dramatic. “Do you mind if I ask you something even more personal?”
Her smile grew. “I’ve been waiting for it, hot stuff. Shoot.”
I took a deep breath. “Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m very glad you’re still here and all, but why are you still here? It just seems like you really loved your husband, and would have moved on to the next world or whatever to be with him. There must be something pretty significant keeping you here, right?”
She was quiet for a long moment. “You could say that,” she murmured at last. “And I’ll tell you eventually, I promise. But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment, alright?” Her voice was steady, but her eyes were pleading with me to drop it.
And so, I did. As we continued to dance I forgot all about my nervousness, and just lost myself in the steady rhythm of moving together in what seemed like perfect harmony around the room with an ephemeral woman who was, in that moment, just as real as any other woman to me. Neither of us spoke, taking her advice and just enjoying the experience as the jukebox continued to play romantic pieces from her favorite decade.
I don’t know how long we danced, but there came a time when “Magic Moments” was playing in the background that I felt the sensation of being lighter, like I was dancing on air. I happened to look down, only to realize that I was dancing on air, the floor several feet below me. A jolt of fear hit me at this unexpected development, and my whole body tensed.
“It’s okay,” I heard Susie whisper to me. I turned back to her, an expression of the purest, warmest assurance lighting up her visage, and I felt the fear slipping away. “As long as you hold onto me, I’ll never let you fall.”
And then, the strangest thing in a day full of strange things happened—Susie floated up a bit so that her face was level with mine, and kissed me. And no, it wasn’t a kiss on the cheek or anything like she’d done before to show affection. Instead, this was direct, full on mouth-to-mouth contact, and not of the CPR variety, for the last time I checked CPR didn’t involve a tongue. Yes, her little boost must have restored her tongue, at least enough to stick it in my mouth.
I should have hated it, I should have been repulsed, I should have pulled away, but I didn’t. Maybe it was the surprise, maybe I was just caught up in the moment, or maybe it’d been so long since I’d shared a moment like this with a woman who actually cared about me that I didn’t give a damn that she happened to be both dead and a relative.
But her kiss was not anything like that of a ghost. It was warm for one thing, much warmer than the smack she’d laid on me earlier, and even though she had no moisture in her mouth, there was what I can only describe as an ethereal, misty softness to her lips and mouth that was intoxicating. She had no breath, yet there was a lingering sweetness around her mouth as if she’d just chewed bubblegum.
That’s why, even though I mentally chastised myself for being the worst sort of pervert, I returned the kiss, my tongue dancing with her more delicate one, mingling with and pushing through it in my eagerness. But despite the chill this produced, I felt hotter than I had in a long time.
A few seconds or minutes later, I had no idea, Susie suddenly ripped her lips away from mine, looking horrified as she lowered us both to the ground. “I’m so sorry!” she said, pushing away from me once we’d landed, burying her face in her hands as she turned away from me. “I didn’t mean to do that, it’s just that ... Fuck, if you thought I was a freak before, you must think me a terrible monster now, and really will be leaving.”
I came up behind her, putting my hand on her shoulder. “All I’m worried about is that you now consider me a monster, that the curse on me that makes women flee after they kiss me has now affected you and caused your reaction, and now you don’t want anything to do with me. Is that what you’re saying?”
“No!” she said quickly, spinning around to face me. “That’s not it at all, I promise. As a spirit, and a witch to boot, the curse has no effect on me.” She snorted. “Not that I would ever allow a hex from that hussy Tamryn to ever get the better of me. But considering who I am, and what I am, I just thought I crossed a line that shouldn’t be crossed. It’s just that as you held me in your arms, you reminded me so much of Blaise. Not so much his appearance, mind you, but his character, his soul. I just hope you can forgive my ... impulsiveness, and aren’t too repulsed by it.”
In response, I just grinned, feeling the worry in me receding. “I would, if there was anything to forgive. But why do I need to forgive you for something I enjoyed?”
She blinked at me. “Are you serious?”
I shrugged. “If recent experiences have taught me anything, it’s that if I’m going to survive in this brave new world that I’m now a part of, like it or not, I’m going to need an open mind. So as far as lines being crossed go, screw’em. Tamryn’s obviously not playing by any rules, so why should I?”
Susie brightened. “Congratulations, you’ve just mastered the most important part of your training—opening your mind to new possibilities. It’s the biggest, most difficult step, and should make everything that follows much easier. But before we get into all that, we’ll need to do something about that pesky curse.”
“Right,” I said, scratching at my cheek. “You said you might know how to, how did you put it? Drain the curse?”
She nodded, growing solemn, although even this heavy emotion had a perky aspect on her. “I can, but the way in which it must be done might push the limits of your newfound open-mindedness.”
Oh boy, this must really be something, I thought, bracing myself. “Okay, lay it on me, what is this going to involve?”
She shuffled a bit in place, rubbing at her arm before forcing herself to look me in the eye. “The nature of this curse is inherently sexual, designed to interrupt the natural course of such relationships before they can be consummated. As such, I can gather all the negative energy within you into a particular organ of your body, which I can then expel into myself, and then neutralize the curse.”
Suddenly feeling a need to sit down, I again walked over to the foot of the bed and lowered myself down on it carefully. “And just which organ are you talking about?” I asked, although I already had a pretty good idea.
She floated over to me, her head lowered, hands behind her back. “Your um, you know, cock.”
And there it was. I closed my eyes, taking several deep breaths before responding. “Couldn’t you just gather all the bad mojo there and let me ... expel it myself?”
Despite the gravity of the situation, the peculiar way I’d phrased my last question drew a small chuckle out of both of us. “I’m afraid not,” she replied. “If you did that, the curse would just go back into you, and we’d be right back to square one. No, the only way is for me to take it all inside me, every last drop. I can then contain it within my body, such as it is, so I can neutralize it. And hand to heart, the best way to ensure that is to get you off in my mouth.”
“And this is the only way?” I pressed as my heart, which had been starting to calm a bit, was now back at the racetrack.
“Yes,” she said in a low but firm tone. “I know this just sounds like me being a pervert again, but I wouldn’t joke around about something like this. Especially after the kindness you’ve shown me.”
“Speaking of you,” I said, something occurring to me, “is there any risk to you? I mean, I’m new to all this, but it seems to me that swallowing a curse isn’t as simple as swallowing a sausage.”
She shrugged. “A bit, but the danger is minimal. Remember, I may not look it now, but I was once a powerful witch. And even in my current condition, there’s no way I’m letting a second-rate curse from a third-rate sorceress slut take me down.”
I grunted, something about her words not ringing true, but knowing it would be useless to ask more. “When?” I asked, hoping she’d need at least a few days to prepare, to draw magic circles, gather herbs, or whatever she needed to do this, so I could have a few days to adjust to the idea.
But it was not to be. “Actually, now would be the best time, since this semi-incarnated form will make it much easier for me, and more fun for you. And don’t look so dour,” she added, regaining some of her playfulness. “Most guys would be happy to have a pretty girl offering to suck their cock, whatever the reason. And remember what you said about open minds and no lines and all that. But what it really comes down to, I suppose, is whether or not your really trust me when I say I’m only doing this for your own good.”
I grunted, knowing she had me there. But there was being receptive to new possibilities, and then there was having the ghost of your witch grandmother giving you a blowjob to literally suck a curse out of you. But despite what I considered her excessive eagerness to do this, I knew she was being straight with me, that it was the only way if I wanted to be free of Tamryn’s whammy.
What’s more, I couldn’t deny that I was curious as to what it would feel like, remembering that surreal kiss, how great her phantasmal mouth had felt over mine, and just imagining it on my cock made it stiffen in anticipation. Not to mention I was still quite pent-up from my non-experience with Cassidy, and this would be more fun than the Kleenex and lotion option. “Okay,” I blurted out, before I could change my mind. “So, what do I need to do?”
Susie giggled just like the giddy schoolgirl she appeared to be. “Well, taking off your clothes would be a good start. All of them, please.”
“Should’ve guessed that part,” I said wryly, standing up and starting to undress. It felt weird undressing in front of another person, ghost, whatever, since it’d been so long since I’d done it. And it didn’t help that Susie just stood there, eyes riveted to me as I bared it all. It was embarrassing, yes, but also quite erotic, and I could feel my cock responding to her brazenly lustful scrutiny of every part of my body.
By the time I’d cast the last of my clothing away (my boxers, of course) I was more than semi-erect, a fact that wasn’t lost on Susie. “Oh, my,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Such a luscious physique, and that dick ... What are you trying to do, choke me Ricky baby? And it’s not even all the way to happytown yet.”
I smirked, her glowing praise wiping away the last of my shame. “Well, if you want to see the full show, then maybe you should play fair by stripping down and showing me what you’ve got,” I replied in a challenging tone.
I really didn’t think she’d do it, didn’t think she’d be able to do it, being a ghost and all I thought her clothes were as much a part of her form now as the rest of her. But once again I was proved wrong. “I thought you’d never ask, big boy,” she said, returning my smirk and raising it as she closed her eyes, whispering something I couldn’t hear. And then her clothes were just gone, just like that, all of them, as if they’d never been there.
I just stood there, agog, taking in the sight of my first naked ghost. Although, with her semi-incarnation, she still appeared more human than specter. But I could tell the boost was weakening somewhat, for her pale skin had lost its slight rosy glow, the bluish hue returning. Still, it gave me my first in-person look at a body which, if I’m being honest, I’d been fantasizing about ever since touching that painting.
Her breasts (of course I’m gonna start there!) were as plump and supple as in my vision, somewhere in the larger D or possibly even DD range, capped off with pert, blue nipples. And as big as they were, they didn’t sag at all, seeming to hang suspended in the air like the magic orbs they were. These merged with a flat stomach that curved into shapely hips and down into dazzling legs that seemed to go on forever, and in between them...
“I’ve never seen a completely shaved pussy before,” I murmured, mesmerized by the sight. Truly, there wasn’t a single hair to be seen along its exquisitely smooth surface, allowing me to see her exquisitely exposed slit. I rubbed my head, but I knew I had to be hallucinating, for her labia seemed to be a bit puffy, as with arousal. But that wasn’t possible, right?
Susie tittered, holding her hands behind her head to allow me a full, unobstructed view. “Save for my head, Blaise liked me completely hairless,” she said with a graceful twirl. It was then that I noticed that in addition to the new hair pendant swinging from her neck, she still wore her bobby socks and saddle shoes. “However, I never can get these damn shoes off for some reason,” she said, following my gaze. “But I think this is close enough to count as naked, don’t you?”
I mumbled some incomprehensible gibberish, as all the blood rushing to my groin left my brain unable to form coherent speech. When I looked back up, her eyes were fixed on my cock with a mix of awe and admiration, fanning herself with her hand. “Blaise always said the hairless look brought out my natural beauty, and judging from your hot rod’s reaction, I guess he was right. Fuck me if that’s not the most impressive piece of man meat I’ve ever seen. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since I saw it earlier, wondering what it looked like awakened. But I never expected something like this...”
I didn’t know how to take her compliment, since who knew how long it’d been since she’d even seen a cock, but I smiled anyway as I thrust out my hips, giving her an even better look. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I teased, just as enraptured with her body as she was with mine. Damn, that maplely, musky scent of hers was so strong now I was starting to feel light-headed.
I don’t know how long we stood there appreciating each other’s bodies, but eventually Susie shook herself out of her lustful reverie and rubbed at her head. “Although I could do this for an eternity, we do have serious work to do,” she said, pointing to her bed. “Please lay down flat on your back, with your legs spread wide, and remain as still and silent as possible. Remember, this may seem like fun and games, but removing a curse is no joke.”
I nodded solemnly, picking up on the change in the vibe. So, with as much dignity as I could muster being naked with a raging hard-on, I padded over to the bed, positioning myself as she asked. She raised herself into the air, hovering over to the bed and positioning herself right over me, her wondrous breasts dangling over my chest as she looked down at me with the most wonderful sort of affection, looking so damned sexy, the remaining socks and shoes only adding to her allure.
“I’m going to attempt to focus all the dark power of the curse in your groin region now, and if I succeed, I’ll proceed immediately with the next step,” she said, not needing to repeat what the next step was. “You may feel some tingling or strange sensations, but nothing too unpleasant. Even when it may seem otherwise, I’ll need my full concentration from beginning to end, so please, unless you start experiencing severe pain, I again ask you to remain as quiet as you can until I say otherwise. If you have any questions, now is the time to ask.”
“Just one,” I said, looking into her shimmering violet eyes. “How in the world did you ever get so damned gorgeous, with such knockout tits? Witchcraft?”
She gave me a grateful grin, cupping her breasts. “Everything you see is all natural, baby, no magic involved. Except a bit with the physics,” she added with a wink. “And for being such a swell fella, I’m gonna throw a little something extra nice into my performance. Now, just relax, and let me do all the driving tonight.”
And with those words she went to work, rubbing her somewhat cooler hands lightly all over my body. Up my arms she traveled, over my head and down my chest in a slow, methodical manner, eyes closed as she whispered softly to herself, always working toward but never actually touching my groin area. As she said I did feel some tingling as she worked, as well as what felt like the biggest load I’d ever felt starting to mass in my balls. It was an odd sensation, but not uncomfortable, so I remained silent as she worked my legs, again relishing the feel of her unique touch on my skin.
When she’d covered my whole body in this manner, she gave me a small nod to indicate she’d been successful, although I hardly noticed. The feeling in my balls was approaching the point of being unbearable, and although I couldn’t see them, they felt like they were the size of baseballs, my cock on the point of bursting due to her delicate ministrations all over my flesh.
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