Episode 17: DOUBLE HEliX

“Rise and shine, Amiga of mine!”

As traumatized as she should have been Isabel Montoya, her middle name omitted from here on out due to her cursing the girl Vienna Edwards for the hostile takeover of her body. She had endured far too much disrespect and rape the last week between the demon possessed hotel manager Truman Porter, and her savior turned treacherous witch Vienna to last a lifetime. While yes, she was grateful to the ghost for saving her, there was no forgiveness for making her seduce her own brother multiple times to satisfy her afterlife needs.

Her lust way out of balance was more akin to the devouring of a soul. Her soul and Rico’s. Thankfully Rico had outmaneuvered the girl after physically touching the glowing necklace belonging to Erin Parrish while his astral body was shoved out by Vienna to better use his vessel for her own thrill ride. Like a moth to a flame, it appeared. Somehow the necklace and whatever powers it had within sensed his ethereal form. For all intents and purposes, the tiny stone boosting his ability to resist the seductress was all that saved both siblings. Now that the girl was purged from their unique mystical bond things could somewhat get back to normal. If it wasn’t for these damnable handcuffs turned sigil prisons.

“How can you be chipper when we have been put through hell?”

“Easy! I know you had no choice; you know I would have never done what I did to you if not for her. I do not even want to mention her name.” He told his sister lying naked next to him. In their witching hour romp outdoors, their deceased mother Rosalita somehow entered their space to help Rico focus on his escape plan without he even knowing it. Their weariness barely got them back to bed. There was no real time to seek out clothing, out cold upon impact to the Posturepedic wonder beneath them. A good sleep until now.

“Yet... “ Isabel blushes and points a pinky at her brother’s monstrous erection, “You still suffer.”

“It is morning wood Isabel, not because you lay with me as you are. I need to pee.” He rolled to his side facing her, his dick accidently touching her hip. It was like an adrenalin rush to both of them, a surge of anxiety that made them both stare into one another’s eyes. “You must take the lead sister; I cannot go to the bathroom without you.” Embarrassed by her unexplainable moment of attraction Izzy hides her eyes and releases a trouble sigh.

“If I must. I am comfy.”

“As am I, but I do not want to pee the bed.” He brushed away the duct tape they literally collapsed back onto after their escape last night. “I can feel your need to pee also, I do not like knowing such things.” Including her hormones craving her brother. A lingering after effect of Vienna’s lust without the witch still making her do things she should not have done. Or was it the fact that once she had a taste of how good her brother was in bed that she somehow, wanted more? Confusion lingered within both of them.

Rico hid it as best he could but even, he had thoughts on his sister now. Perhaps the curse was not that simple to reject after all. Fidgeting over having to get up, she finally rolled out, he right behind her until on their feet. Stretching their limbs of numbness Rico took charge and drug her out into the hallway and to the restroom. To their surprise they found the gloved hands of the ghost William aka Willy scrubbing the claw tub. Who needs a maid service when you have ghosts to do it for you?

Ignoring William, Rico lifted the toilet seat and noted the scent of bleach within the bowl. Flushing it he then forcibly had to nudge his arching erection downward just to take aim without pissing all over the place. Subjected by the sigil cuffs Izzy had to stand next to William on his knees to clean. Her perfect little ass right in his ghostly face William halted scrubbing and removed his glove. Without asking he gently caressed her bare bottom, the sensation alerting Izzy she sheepishly smiled and arched her buttocks toward him. How insane it was that the ghosts could touch the living and be felt, yet the living could not reciprocate the act.

“Madre Dios! RELIEF!” Rico gasped then exhaled vividly. A breeze upon his own butt he winced. “Izzy? Do you touch me?”

“No!” She somehow concluded that while being caressed lovingly by William, her sensation was now transmitted to her brother as well. Their bond was now on a shared cellular level. This could not be good for their future. “I reek of sex brother. I need a shower.”

“Si! We both do, to wash away the pain.”

“Rico?”

“Yes Isabel?”

“I ... strangely do not regret what you were made to do, rather what I was made to do to you. I know I have asked for forgiveness, but ... I cannot forget how ... wonderful it felt.”

“Nor I. But we must not speak like this, it is wrong. What if I were to get you pregnant?”

“What if the demon beat you to that? I would suffer even more brother.”

“This is true. Our mother will be cross if we ... we must not.”

“Yes! We must not!” She swatted her hand behind her and somehow actually felt Willy’s hand, the one without the glove. How was that possible when not even Erin or Kyra could touch a ghost? Eyes bulging, she pointed at the basin, “Please put the seat down.” Disrespectful of him, Rico quickly dropped the seat and switched spots with her so that she could squat and relieve her kidneys.

With William no longer touching her she shivered. Rico now with his back to William found the ghost poking him to see if he could feel his presence like Isabel. A twist of fate Willy’s fingers passed through Rico’s thigh unable to make contact. A double cross, he could touch Izzy, she him, but he could not touch Rico. There simply was no rhyme or reason to the oddities of this house.

To test the theory further William stood up and removed the only other identification piece, his second rubber glove. Pinching the glove, he used it to swat Rico. A normal response Rico swatted back at ... thin air. He could not touch William. The boy giggled going unheard by Rico. This could be fun. Isabel thought the same. Maybe ... Vienna had somehow rubbed off on her to a degree.

Flush! Let the shower begin. Forced to share the stall the siblings agreed to turn their backs to one another as they bathed, free hands available to wash one another’s backs only. It was simply a matter of switching spots so that the full effects of the hot water could be enjoyed. What Rico did not know in stepping in was that Izzy had reached out to William’s hand, of which he accepted it with pleasure, taking her ghostly friend into the shower with them. Oh, Izzy! You have so been tainted by a witch’s lust.

Using a luffa, she allowed Willy to bathe her rather than cleanse herself, simply casting glances over her shoulder at Rico to see if he might notice. Oblivious she found William to be frisky, kneeling down between her legs and licking her sweet young pussy. Tensing up she reached out and found she was able to palm his head, even feeling hair in its fullness. As impossible as this was it was incredible. Whimpering a tad but holding her breath Willy brought Izzy to climax.

“Are you alright, Isabel?”

“I am fine. It is difficult when you wash your hair and drag my arm up.”

“I will not be long. I will wash your hair if you need me to.”

“Thank you, brother.” From eating her to kissing his way up over her luscious body William palmed her face, to lay a passionate set of unbelievably warm wet lips over hers. She could feel him as if he were physically real, right down to a breath inhaling into hers. Not so tasty mind you but again he was dead. Emotionally invested she welcomed his devotion with opened ... arm, the other was over her head at the moment. So real! So intimately lovely her heart rejoiced and all of Vienna’s painful decisions, demands, were fading in favor of yearning. Still young and impressionable this was going to be interesting. Her youthful paramour Willy well over 300 years old now. It was young love as much as young lust. Wrong or not, Isabel found herself desiring him, he her. When you were a ghost deceased as long as he had been, does age truly matter?

“Switch!”

Rico shuffled her in step finding her rigid until she led Willy behind her, Rico resorted to washing her hair even as Willy kissed her neckline, his thick invisible penis teasing her butt crack and inevitably between her thigh gaps triangular entry point. Trembling heavily Rico sensed his sister’s reaction, thinking it due to him up close to her, chest to chest, eyes unable to meet his for fear of the worry that she wanted her brother again. Shamelessly she arched her butt up toward Willy and let him enter her. The sigil not preventing it she felt her vulva widen and whimpered. Soft gentle thrusts into her interior felt full and pleasantly content. Moaning as Rico lathered her long brown hair, she played it off as enjoying his massaging her scalp. All while Willy palmed her shoulders and fucked her standing up. His grip holding her to the shower floor while his dick surged upward until it couldn’t penetrate any deeper.

“Sister? We must think of other things.” Rico became convinced he was turning her on way too much, her nipples stabbing into his chest like daggers.

“It is not you Rico. I ... am having troubles with my hormones is all. It is as if ... she is still within me prodding me to touch myself. I am resisting her.” Just not Willy! Take that uterus Buddy Boy! She couldn’t resist cumming, holding Rico’s bicep and squeezing. “I ... don’t even need to touch myself to have an orgasm.” That was Willy’s job. Rico as sensitive to her needs as he was just could not realize it was Willy. There was nothing there to alarm him, only her erotic poses and moans. Feeling her sensations if not understanding where they originated. “I cannot help myself.” Nor would she ever deny William now. The connection was made.

“Are you done?” Rico chuckled, “I have nothing to say. We are bound as one so whatever you do for yourself, I will have to live with. You might have to turn away now and then while I jerk off.”

“Of course, brother. Same when I do touch myself. I ... don’t think I’ll need to though. It’s as if ... someone is satisfying me beyond my reach.”

“We will discuss this with our mother. There must be something she can advise us to do to prevent our urges being so strong.” His penis between her thighs touching her, tentatively Willy’s if he were able to feel his swell. He could not however, intangible balls were smacking Rico’s crown to no sensation whatsoever on the ghost’s part. Izzy however felt both of them, Willy deep inside her, her bikini area even bulging as if a burrowing animal was searching for a new home, and Rico’s unfortunate erection grazing over her thin folds of labia. Sensations were off the charts. “Let us dry off and get dressed.”

“We cannot even put shirts on due to our cuffs.” She panted as Willy eased away, his girth abandoning her well, to slide up along her ass crease. A warmth addressed her cheeks as if a flood of volcanic cum had spewed all over them, hotter than the water itself. How? How did Willy nut on her? The cleansing water took her moment of sheer awe away. As if bleached spots where his load had spilled upon her, it branded her golden-brown cheeks white. There would be no hiding it, it was there to stay. She however was unaware until they dried one another off.

“Isabel? Your ... bottom. What has happened to you? It looks as if ... you were cum upon.”

“What?” She tried to look behind her but couldn’t find the right range of motion to see herself. A hand mirror on the sink procured Rico held it for her to see the spot. Eyes bulging, she didn’t know what to say.

“The toilet seat.” Rico suggested. “There was bleach in the bowl, perhaps some was on the seat when you sat down.”

“Yes! That must be it.” Oddly, she laughed about it. “I suppose I deserve that for not looking.” She felt Willy pinch her ass and smiled. Her heart fluttered. “How do we deal with shirts? You have your clothing, but the shirt was ripped away from the cuff so now it is torn. I wore only Officer Dan’s sweatpants and a nurse’s smock on one arm and over the other like a cloak. All of my things are at the hotel.” Was! No longer thanks to an unexplained fire.

“Erin might have clothing she can spare. I have changes in my bag at the jail. Maybe she will drive us to town to get our things now that we live here.”

“Let us dress what we can and go from there. I am ... hungry.”

“We will eat her out ... of house and home. I cannot get a job as long as you and I are confined to one another. Unless ... when I touched Erin’s necklace last night it gave me the ability to push Vienna out for good. With you and I bonded as one I wonder if ... may I try something sister? An experiment.”

“I trust you, Rico. Of course!”

“Let us close our eyes.” They held hands and placed their foreheads together as if in meditation. Willy behind them stood back and rubbed his invisible chin as if curious where Rico was going with this. Bodies trembling as if long lost lovers reuniting the siblings felt the cuffs react to whatever Rico was implying. Suddenly the cuff on Isabel’s wrist came undone and fell away, locking back up on its own. In a gut-wrenching gasp Isabel went limp, her body toppling to the floor. Willy swooped in to catch her as Rico looked up and smiled. “It worked.”

Touching himself as if for the very first time he laughed, in Isabel’s voice. “We are one Rico. How did you do this? I ... my body...” Lay in Willy’s arms showing that he had stood by her like a faithful mate. “Thank you, William, for keeping me safe. I could have hit my head.” He kissed her cheek and inexplicably she felt his lips touching Rico’s in the same spot. “How is this dear brother?”

“Here with you Izzy.” He now spoke in his own voice. “I see now what you were doing in the shower. Your mind is mine.”

“Vice versa brother. You did get turned on by me.”

“Enough! Yes! It is our curse. We simply must try not to instigate such feelings.”

“Like this?” She used his free hand to stroke his dick laughing, “Sorry Rico, I could not resist taunting you.” She let go of his erection. “It feels weird to be in a man’s body.”

“As weird as it feels to be in your freshly abused body. I can feel where he had his ... thing.”

“Stretched me pretty good. Just like you did when Vienna made me ride you. Rico, I swear to you I am trying not to think of us.”

“I am aware sister. I fear it will torment us much longer. Alright! Your body is comatose with your soul moved over to share mine. The sigil has permitted us to join as one, yet we must not overstay our welcome. The damage it could do might be permanent. Leaving your body too long will harm you Izzy. We must confer with mother over this. William? Take Izzy’s body back to bed and stay with her if you will. Please do not defile her while I keep her with me. I would rather not feel whatever you do to her.”

“You can defile me just a little.” Izzy giggled through Rico’s emotions then frowned. No wait! That was Rico’s frown.

“Try not to ... bleach on any more of her body. I rather like my sister’s beauty.” Willy understood. He would only nut inside her from here on out. Of course, what that might do was uncertain. Willy did carry Isabel out of the bathroom, just as Kyra Whimsey stepped from the Mistress chamber. Seeing Izzy uncuffed and being carried in mid-air made her bulge her eyes.

“Errrrrriiiin? You might want to see this.” Naked, Kyra hides herself from Rico as he steps out behind Willy.

“Ola Kyra.” Isabel speaks through Rico’s lips.

“ERRRRRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN! NOW!” Literally stepping through her lovely intangible boys all clustered in her room, Erin joined the hallway with sleepy eyes and sticky body. Both she and Kyra were messy between their thighs from so many boys gangbanging them throughout the night. What started as a relaxing massage got waaaay out of hand. After effects of the weed, they presumed. Consumed even!

“What’s wrong n ... HOW?” Seeing Rico by himself she dropped her jaw.

“I think your necklace showed me how to bypass the sigil that bonds Izzy and I.” Rico now in tone. “I closed my eyes and asked how we could stay together and protect one another without suffering. This is what happened.” He raised his wrist to show his cuffs, one attached to his wrist, the other connected and locked but with a glowing sigil between the interior of her part of the cuff. “It thinks she is still bonded because I drew her astral body into mine. We share my body for a time.”

“I ... is this smart? We know so very little Rico.” Erin stepped closer staring deeply into his big brown eyes. “Don’t get hard on my account, I’m just searching for your souls.” Sure, enough she saw the image of Isabel in his right eye, the side his cuffs were on that would link them up. “Izzy?”

“I’m here Erin.” Isabel’s voice coming from Rico’s mouth made Erin step back, that and Rico’s erection touching her tummy. Too close! “I know this is Mucho crazy, but Rico is right. We cannot blend into society locked together by our hands. We can take turns jumping bodies so that we have certain freedoms.”

“And what’s happened to your body that ... which one of my boys left my room last night?” Kyra stepped out of the bathroom with a discarded rubber glove saying Willy written in sharpie although slightly bleached off from his man servant moment of cleanliness.

“Willy!” Kyra reported. “He must have gotten tired of us last night.”

“He cleaned your bathroom.” Isabel smiled using Rico’s lips in a manner that looked queer on his face. There lie the differences they had. Her reactions making it clear when she was in charge, his, the other way around.

“I touched your necklace last night Erin.” Rico revealed again, “It enlightened me.”

“Funny how Gemma works for you and sometimes leaves me hanging.” She lifted her necklace wincing at the tiny gemstone. “Why exactly is that, Gemma Lou?”

“I think she does what is best for her.” Rico shrugged. “Can you drive me into town so I can grab my bag from the jail? I have extra clothes there. Uhhh? Izzy might need clothing if you can spare any.”

“Sure! Before we do anything let’s check on Izzy’s body, please.”

“I am sleeping soundly. William cuddles with me. Erin? Can I ask him to be my boyfriend?” Izzy spoke up.

“Boyfriend? He’s de ... first Vienna and Curly, now you and Willy? I wish I could say this is out there but ... I’m sleeping with ghosts myself, so I’m no angel.” Oddly, now Gemma lit up as if taking a breath then faded.