Jason Quinns Ghost Story

Two youngsters, not related, grow up in the same household, to become lovers. They are watched over and guided by the ghosts of their parents and the girl's brother. A romance, erotic in tone, but all the real sex is at the end. Enjoy. Votes and comments, public or private, are welcome. Will attempt to answer signed comments. Jb7

JASON QUINN'S GHOST STORY

Hello. Come in, please. How can I help you? Who? Yeah, I knew Jason, knew his folks, both sets. What do you want to know? His life? You said you have a letter from him giving you permission to gather information about him. Can I see it? Hmmh, okay, I guess.

Shit, from his birth until his 21st birthday, nobody I know would have wanted Jason Quinn's life. It was one tragedy after another. By the time he was three months old, he was orphaned, left in the care of his parents' best friends. Good people, just a little liberal or progressive for most folks.

When he was three and a half, his guardian parents, Mike and Sarah Murphy, had a little girl, Melinda, born on Christmas Eve, about six years after their son, Gordie, was born. Meli was born a month early, the birth precipitated when Sarah had an old, rickety step ladder collapse under her. Meli was okay, but the fall caused a tear, actually an avulsion, of the skin over Sarah's abdomen which infected, and she succumbed to a MRSA infection three months after delivering Meli.

Jason's early life was relatively normal until one night shortly after his 13th birthday. He reported he had had a dream that night about Sarah, his first ever. In the dream, she told him that she and other members of his adopted and biological families would visit him from time to time when they had important messages to get to people on 'his side.' It was just a bit after that, Jason told me, he discovered he was able to see and talk to spirits which had lingered behind.

Just before Thanksgiving the year he turned 16, one of the spirits alerted him to some immediate danger to Mike. Mike had gone big game hunting with several friends in the Adirondacks. To get to their base cabin through the heavy snow that had fallen, the group had rented a number of snow gliders of a type called Reindeer.

While traversing a particularly rough part of the trail, Mike was thrown from the snow glider he was on and, was killed instantly when he was run over by the Reindeer following him.

Mike had been a lawyer, a good one. His specialty was estate planning. Perhaps he understood the vagaries of life and death better than most because of his work, or maybe it was his own life experience.

At any rate, since Gordie was an adult, and money was not an issue, the children were able to remain together as a family. Gordie was in college, ready to begin his professional education, working on an MBA. Jason and Meli, a tall gawky prepubescent teen at this point, were left together on their own a great deal.

Mike had arranged for one of his partners to act as a financial guardian, a conservator. That gentleman hired a service to provide housekeeping and kitchen help. He also paid the bills and provided the children with generous allowances.

Gordie's studies didn't allow him time to meet with the conservator, so that duty fell to Jason. Every other Friday afternoon, he would take Meli to the lawyer's office and together, they would go over the bills with the lawyer.

Thanks to some 'friendly' spirits, Jason was alerted early on to a tendency toward 'sloppiness,' as he put it, in the conservator's bookkeeping. After he pointed out the third 'error' to the man, he requested an appointment with the remaining senior partner of the firm. There was an immediate change in personnel, and no further 'sloppiness' occurred.

When Meli commented on how smart he must be to have caught the errors, he confessed to her that he had had help, and told her about seeing and talking to spirits. At the age of 13, it was totally believable, and abfabcool! When he told her of some of the grisly sights and details he was privy to, she agreed that maybe it wasn't totally cool.

It has been mentioned that there were friendly spirits–those who watched over the teens. There were also some more aggressive types–those who wanted and tried to take control of Jason's body, to accomplish some deed. Unless caught totally by surprise, as had happened the very first time he was possessed, this was nearly impossible. Only the angriest of spirits, those hell bent on the destruction of their human host, could overcome the will of a healthy human.

The two teens ate together, studied together, watched TV, went to Saturday matinees, the library, the mall. It was Jason who explained to Meli what was happening when her menses started.

He was the one who scheduled her first GYN appointment, and accompanied her. When she asked him to come in for the first exam, he went along and held her hand through the entire examination. He was the one who brought up the question of tampons and wrote down the brands the doctor recommended.

At the onset of the holiday season of Jason's third year in college, Meli's senior year in high school, and Gordie's first year of working, tragedy again struck the young household. The day after Thanksgiving, Gordie decided that, while the two teens braved the malls, he would string holiday lights along the windows and eaves of their Victorian-style house.

He was using an aluminum extension ladder. To better see how the lights looked as he put them up, he plugged them into an extension cord and carried the lighted strings on his shoulder as he climbed the ladder. At the top, he shrugged the lights off his shoulder and laid them on the steeply pitched slate shingled roof, from whence they immediately slipped into the partially filled eaves trough.

If the kids had been home...if some neighbor had heard his scream...if someone had been able to call for help immediately...it's impossible to say. The autopsy indicated he had survived the electric shock and the fall, but not for long.

A week after the funeral, Jason, now a tall, slightly built, good looking twenty year-old, was able, based on his history with the conservator, to convince the Family Court he would be able to continue caring for his 17 year old sister and give her the support and guidance she required. Meli's promise to comply with Jason's directions helped.

After granting Jason's request for custody, the judge asked to see him and Meli in his chambers. Removing his robe, he turned to the two and commented, "I was a friend to both of your fathers. They would be proud of you. Jason, I understand that you are a year ahead of schedule towards your Bachelors degree, even with your responsibilities at home. That is admirable.

"And you, Meli, an A+ average overall, including your AP classes. You're a senior now, right?" She nodded. "You do your parents proud.

"Because of Gordie's sudden death, and your age, Meli, at the time of your father's accident, I am guessing that he never discussed the terms of your trust with you. Is that correct?"

Meli nodded, a puzzled expression appearing on her face. "Trust? What trust?"

"You will inherit the bulk of your father's estate upon satisfying certain requirements. Failing that, you will receive enough money to see you through college and support you for one year after your terminal degree. In extreme terms, if you decide to become a psychiatrist, and can qualify, your father's estate is charged with supporting you for a year after you meet the minimum standards for that profession."

"You mentioned some requirements she had to meet," Jason interjected.

"Mmm, yes. The first, and apparently least important, she must maintain a passing grade, academically. The second...I wish my wife were here. The, uh, second," he paused and took a deep breath. "Ordinarily, in cases where a child is orphaned at Meli's age, they would be declasred an emancipated minor, and would legally have the same right and responsibilities of an adult. But her trust has a complicating clause, in effect until she is nineteen, requiring she be supervised. On the day before your nineteenth birthday, Meli, you have to provide to this court a doctor's statement that you are still a virgin, based either on objective evidence, or their clinical judgment.

"Failure to satisfy either requirement will result in the forfeit of your father's estate to the benefit of several organizations your father predicted you would not want to benefit. They tend to be right-wing, reactionary groups.

"And, Jason, there is also a benefit to you for helping her maintain her virginity. Mike's will states that for each year until she is fifteen, $10,000 will be placed in escrow, to be paid to the trustee of record the year she becomes sexually active. That amount increases to twenty thousand for the years fifteen through twenty."

Meli spoke softly, "Just out of curiosity, how large is the estate?"

"Based on the annual audit, last year on the anniversary of his death, your father's estate was fifteen million dollars. Of that, twelve has been earmarked for you. The balance is being used to cover administrative costs as well as your living expenses. Control will be passed to you on your nineteenth birthday, after the court receives satisfactory evidence you have met the two requirements.

"Jason, I also helped your parents with their wills. You also have a sizeable amount due you when you complete your Bachelors degree, around two million at the last audit, and growing rapidly due to the investments in emerging technologies at the time.

"Are there any questions I can answer for you, for either of you?" The two youngsters looked at each other, then back to the judge, shaking their heads. "Okay. If anything, anything at all comes up, feel free to call me."

Meli was quiet that evening, distracted. Just before bedtime, she shook her head and looked at Jason. "It really doesn't make any difference, does it, knowing all that money is there?"

"Day to day, no. but it is something to consider when you start making college plans and thinking about marriage." Meli looked at him, both of them lost in thought.

That night, as Jason crawled into bed, Meli knocked on his door and walked in, wearing a shortie nightie, without waiting.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Jason? I don't want to be alone."

The request did not seem at all unusual to Jason, although he understood that the entire rest of the world would raise it's eyebrows. Since Mike's accident, the two teens had spent nearly every waking moment out of school together. Gordie's accident had brought them even closer, if that were possible.

Whether cuddling on the couch watching TV, or in less intimate contact as they pored over books, newspapers, homework and recipes together, it was as if they each required physical contact with the other. While they did not share tub and shower, it was not unusual for them to share the bathroom, and they had often seen each other totally undressed.

"Do you mind next to the window? My alarm is on this side."

"Not at all," she answered and slipping into the bed, turned her back to him. "Cuddle, please."

In response, Jason moved to spoon her after turning out the light. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek before wishing her a good night and going to sleep.

In the morning, as the alarm nudged him awake,he became aware that he had his arms tightly wrapped around his sister. His immediate reaction was to think, "Oh, shit!" and jerk away, only to be pulled back

However, he persisted and made his way to the toilet across the hall. In the bedroom, Meli heard the tinkling as he alleviated his immediate need, and smiled. The light splashing sound of his running water had its predictable effect. She swung her legs out of bed and padded across the hall, to join Jason in the bathroom. After finishing her business, she sat and watched Jason as he showered.

"When do you have to go back to school?" she asked him.

He lathered up his hair and was rinsing it as he answered, "Mid January. When I spoke to my advisor, to tell her why I was going to be out, she told me the accidental death of a major family member gave me a half grade boost in my class averages as my final grade in all my classes. Since I was already B+ or A, I'll make out fine this semester, and I have nearly six weeks off."

"Oh, good. You can be home with me then. I spoke to Mrs. Drake, my home room teacher. She just said not to worry, take as much time as I need. My mid-terms are the end of January. You can help me keep up, can't you?"

Jason opened the sliding door to look at his 'sister.' "Of course, if you know what you have to cover. We can call your teachers and get an assignment list. I'll be glad to help."

As he spoke, his gaze wandered over the young woman's lank form, the features of her body clear through the thin fabric of her nightgown. At five nine, she was only a few inches shorter than he. While his hair was brown, dark enough to look black, she was a natural ash blonde, confirmed by her neatly trimmed pubes. Her breasts, still growing, were a perky A+, with dark pink nipples and aureoles.

Whether from the chill, or excitement, her nipples were slightly erect, and resembled raspberries sitting on a mound of whipped cream. Her hips had just enough flair to give definition to her waist line. All in all, a lovely package. As his eyes wandered over her charms, his flaccidity began to become less so, the change not unnoticed by Meli.

"What?" she grinned.

Not at all fazed by the question, or his reaction to her, Jason returned the smile. About the time he had taken her for her first GYN appointment, she had asked some pointed questions resulting in a show and tell session about men, women, their differences, and how those differences functioned, ending with a lesson in male and female masturbation techniques.

"You are becoming a very beautiful, very sexy young woman. I'm not sure our casual nudity..."

"Our nudity is fine! I'll just have to wear pajamas when I need to sleep in your bed," she laughed. "Just, you can't."

"And why not?"

"Because," she said with a wide smile, "I liked the way it felt this morning when you were holding me. As long as we don't go any further, that'll be okay, won't it? That won't violate the rules of the trust, will it?"

He was toweling himself off, listening to her. She stepped up to him, close enough so he could feel her warmth, not quite touching him. "But be warned, the morning I turn nineteen, I expect you to fuck me silly."

She rose up on her toes to kiss him, prim and chaste at the start, but as the seconds went by, pressure and movement opened their mouths, allowing mutual invasions by the muscle peculiarly located for that purpose.

When they separated, Meli glanced down at Jason's now ready for action sperm delivery system. With a saucy grin, she cooed, "Ooo, look what I did. I better leave so you can take care of that,"

It was not until he started noticing the presence of the spirits a few weeks later that he recognized there had been a nearly total absence of manifestations since Mike's accident. Only when he noticed that the number was increasing did he realize that their kiss was the last time they had been completely free of the spirits.

"Can I help you?" Jason asked a couple of the spirits one afternoon when Meli was out of the room.

"No, we're just here to be sure you and the young lady don't get yourselves into trouble," answered one, whose demeanor suggested he had been a professional man.

Jason had been tutoring Meli that afternoon, explaining to her that the Emancipation Proclamation, issued during the Civil War, applied only to slaves in the Confederacy, and that slave holders in the North were not affected, and kept their slaves until the 13th Constitutional Amendment, banning slavery of all sorts, was adopted after the war. What kind of trouble could that lead to?

"Get ourselves in trouble?"

"It's obvious to the spirits of people who knew you well that you two are headed toward a physical relationship. They don't want to see either of you get hurt, and such a relationship right now has great potential to harm you both."

"Harm us? How?"

"Meli could get pregnant. She's not on birth control and needs to be. Should you pursue a physical relationship, you could go to jail and be doubly stigmatized for life as a rapist and a child abuser. Even if you didn't get caught, your studies might, in fact, most likely would suffer significantly, as would Meli's.

"While you're helping Meli with her schoolwork, spend some time on your own. Just because you were excused from class, and won't be examined on the material, doesn't mean you won't need to know it later."

Jason nodded. With the exception of his own studies suffering he had thought of everything the spirit had said. Plus, there was the spectre of incest. He remembered being told a number of years ago that, although he used the last name of Murphy, he was really Jason Quinn. He asked, "Are Sarah or Mike available?"

"I can summon them," the spirit replied. "Whether or not they come is up to someone else."

Later that day, as he was showering, Sarah's spirit appeared with him in the shower.

"Ooh, look at you! Damn! I've been dead for sixteen years and I'm jealous of my daughter. I may have to go borrow a body. Mmm, boy, I can feel your sexual tension. Do you need some self satisfaction? Go ahead, I won't mind."

"Damn, Sarah! Don't scare me like that. And turn around, please. As for getting myself off, I can't do that when someone is watching. I wanted to ask you or Mike, did you adopt me? And how would that affect the incest issue if Meli and I decide to get together?"

"You mean when you decide to get together, don't you?" Sarah laughed.

"How old are you now? About to turn 21, right? I guess you're old enough to know the truth. We wanted to adopt you, but Rick and Sally had included a provision in their will blocking any attempt by anyone to do so. They wanted the family name of Quinn to continue.

"When I died, it was just easier for Mike to register you as a Murphy when you went to school. It avoided a lot of questions we didn't have answers for. At this point, it's up to you which name to use.

"I remember Rick and Sally left you a small trust fund. You might want to track that down. As I recall, it was some, then, blue chip stocks and bonds, plus their life insurance proceeds, in the form of some long term CDs.

"Since you weren't adopted, the incest question is moot, even though you have grown up as brother and sister. Legally, you are her guardian, appointed as such by the Family Court.

"Until she reaches her age of majority according to her trust, that appointment wraps her in barbed wire as far as you are concerned. You can look, but not touch. Statutory rape, and child abuse, for starters. Then the possibility of contempt of court charges, ethics violations, every financial transaction since Mike died investigated and dissected to determine whether or not it was in her interest, or if it was made in furtherance of your abuse of her.

"Until she is 18, if you fuck Meli, and get caught, you'll fuck yourself up nine ways from Sunday. You'll never get out of prison. And then, until she's 19, there's the question of her legacy." The woman spirit shook her head. "Letting her sleep in your bed is a lot like playing with fire. Be very careful, for her sake, if not your own.

"You are the only family she has, and bright and beautiful as she is, she is very fragile right now, and extremely vulnerable. Just a little pressure from you and she'll give you what ever you want. Want what's best for her." And she was gone.

That evening, he made Meli's favorite comfort food dinner–meatloaf, mashed potatoes, stewed tomatoes, salad and chocolate cake. When she got to the table, Meli first smiled, then asked, "What's the bad news? Do we have to move or something?"