Nick lay in bed awake, still haunted by his experience with the ghost of his dead grandmother. Only a few hours ago, the spirit had possessed his body and used it to have anal sex with his sister's friend Amber. But they were both gone now. Amber returned to her family's condo downtown, and Nick's grandmother back to the underworld where she belonged. Still, Nick's eyes refused to close, and the image of his grandmother's unnaturally young apparition swam before him.
Oh, she had been so lovely and so lively, with long curly black hair to die for and a sweet playful expression he had only seen before in picture books. Nick wanted to feel her lips press against his, to feel the warmth of her body. But he knew it wasn't possible. The woman who had possessed his body died ten years ago. She was his mother's mother, and hadn't looked the way Nick had seen her for well over forty years.
Nick was beginning to think that his sex life was cursed. First he had his crush on his little sister, which led him to stand outside her window masturbating as she pleasured another man and subsequently led Nick into the odd world of sex magick. And then there was his relationship with his mother, who Nick always thought was hot, but who recently decided to make use of him as her newest sex toy. And now, this complete obsession with his grandmother. Why didn't someone just take him out back and shoot him?
Nick threw his pillow against the window, whence it ricocheted knocking over the trash can next to his desk. Wad after wad of used tissue fell onto the floor, but Nick was too lazy to pick up the mess.
He didn't want to move. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to sleep. But sleep was one thing he seemed destined to be without.
Nick began to stroke his cock, as though to comfort himself. How he hadn't lost all sensitivity with all the fucking he had been doing recently he didn't know, but his limp member quickly hardened and expelled a sizeable wad of cum into his right palm.
He decided he ought to go to the bathroom and wash his hand. Maybe a nice shower would help, too.
As he walked by the mirror, Nick thought he saw something weird. He turned to look at it and was instantly struck with a blast of hot air and the feel of a woman's lips on his own.
Shit! Elisabeth had told him there might be after-affects, similar to the occasional tingling of an amputated limb coupled with a general feeling of ill-being. Summoning the dead was serious business, after all!
Nick crossed himself quickly with his cum-covered hand and then turned on the sink to wash it. As he scrubbed with soap, he felt something dark hovering over him and was afraid to look up, as though he would see something terrifying in the mirror if his gaze was to meet it. He concentrated very hard on his hands.
He was probably just half-asleep, Nick thought vaguely. He was always a bit nervous at night, though he was getting a bit old to believe in the boogieman.
Nick began removing his clothes. He really wanted that shower. He was drenched in cold sweat. He felt horrible, like he was recovering from a bad flu. He pulled off his night shirt and his white underwear. His member was limp, not half-hard like it usually was after he had just ejaculated. Nick must have been more scared than he thought.
But just as he began to ponder this, he felt a curious warmth around his cock and it began to swell, as though someone was sucking on it. Nick moaned. It totally felt like getting a blowjob. If he concentrated, Nick could almost feel the lips, the wetness of a mouth encircling the head of his cock. He could almost feel a tongue flick against his skin.
Shit! Maybe he needed to take a cold shower instead of a hot one.
Nick took his cock in his hand and shook it, as though he had just peed and was trying to shake off the last of his urine off into the toilet.
Ah! That made the strange sensation a little more bearable. Not that it had been bad or anything, just a little freaky. And Nick really did need to take a shower.
He reached into the shower and twisted on the warm water. He stepped into the bathtub, carefully using the wall for support, feeling just a bit shaky in his legs.
The jet of hot water felt like a beautiful woman embracing him, making him feel warm and protected. The tension seemed to drain out of him and down the drain pipe, and he felt good all over, like after a wonderful orgasm. And maybe he just had one, because suddenly his whole body was trembling and he had to sit down.
His breathing was ragged. What was happening? He fell backwards, his head knocking against the edge of the bathtub, not hard enough to cause him to lose consciousness, but just enough to make him feel a little light-headed.
Nick felt something on top of him, kissing at him and at the same time tearing at his flesh with teeth and claws. He writhed on the floor like a slut, his hips thrusting up into the air and meeting the never-ceasing flow of water. His butt knocked again the bathtub and made a squashing sound as the water that ran underneath him escaped from his skin into the bathtub.
The experience was sublime. Nick's whole body was on fire, as though the very forces of the abyss were attacking him. He lost track of how many times he came and whether cum still flowed from his cock with each ejaculation. Everything seemed to fade into everything else, like in a dream. Nick was so wrapped up in his pleasure that he completely lost track of the world around him. He did not know whether his back hurt or if his head ached. He did not seem to realize that he could have bruises in the morning that he would have to explain. His whole being was tied to what was happening in the moment. Hours could have passed, or years, or perhaps it was just minutes. Nick twisted and convulsed, letting the water and cum run off of him. He felt all-knowing and all-powerful, like a crystallized version of himself, like dead relatives who appear in dreams.
Finally, the sensation released him, and before he could get up from the shower, he fell asleep.
"Shit! What the hell are you doing there?" Elisabeth asked, drawing back the shower curtain and slapping her brother to wake him up. Nick's eyes opened slowly and for a while he didn't know where he was or why, as though he had awoken from a coma and the world had changed around him. And then it hit him.
"Oh shit! It must be some side affect of that ritual thingy we did yesterday!" Nick said, clutching his head where it had contacted with the tile. "I must have been in some sort of a trance."
"Yeah, well, we'd better get you dressed. Mom has company, and you know how she gets when there's company."
"Oh, that's all I need!" Nick said, using his sister's hand and the side of the bathtub to raise himself to his feet. "I feel like I've got a fucking hangover."
"Ha, ha! If mom knew that you talked like, that she'd wash your mouth out with soap," Elisabeth laughed. "Besides, you're supposed to be too young to know what a hangover feels like."
"Well, shoot me for being precocious," Nick said, still clutching at his head as though he was afraid of it falling off.
"You know what, Nick? You really aren't looking so good, and your hand felt a little hot. Here's a towel. Dry yourself off and I'll get the thermometer. If you're running over 99, I bet Mom will let you skip her Martha Stewart breakfast."
"Yeah, that would be good," Nick said, wrapping the towel around him like a blanket. "I've really had a hard night."
"'Hard' being the operative word," Elisabeth said, motioning towards his cock with her eyes.
Nick blushed. His sister's teasing had that affect on him, no matter how many kinky situations they've been in together.
Elisabeth leaned over and kissed her brother on the forehead while he rested on the toilet.
