"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 of 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 sighs.
"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 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."
