This family-friendly story contains descriptions of close family members and the dearly departed engaged in entirely inappropriate activities that some may find either disturbing or hot. If you find family members fantasizing about or taking liberties with each other or otherwise behaving in naughty ways, then you probably should stop reading right about... now.
All characters in this novel are fictional and are eighteen years or older. Any resemblance to any real person, living, dead, undead or under the age of eighteen, is in your own dirty little mind. Sadly, most of the events portrayed in this story are not based on true events. I wish.
If you are still reading and are not offended by MILF or SILF or BILF and believe siblings and the dead behaving in very naughty ways is hot, I hope you enjoy this naughty, ghostly Halloween story.
Jimmy hated finding Rick's Prius parked in front of their house.
It meant that clown was trying to get into his sister's pants again. Rick wasn't the first and certainly would not be the last guy to try to take advantage of his sweet, simple, innocent sister. As beautiful as she was godly, gullible and pure, Jimmy had taken on the role of protector of her virginity since they were in high school. Guys like Rick were out to make sure Lizzie did not enter marriage as pure as Jimmy intended to enter his.
Liz had not really begun to blossom until halfway through high school, but when she did, boy did she bloom! Her long, raven hair shined like silk, crystal blue eyes with the face of an angel, but God had saved His finest work for sculpting her body. His masterpiece.
One of those figures like the models on TV, the kind that comes naturally, without spending time in the gym or watching her diet. Skinny, yet with a round bottom and breasts that seemed almost too large for her diminutive frame. Jimmy tried not to think about her figure to avoid the sin of lust, but it was one of those things impossible to avoid. If she was Muslim, she'd probably be distracting under a burkha.
Now a freshman in the same local college where Jimmy was in his senior year, this really was the last chance he had to defend her purity. Next year, he'd be working—possibly in another city—so he took this last year protecting her virginity with deadly seriousness. Rick was slick, and intent on taking from Liz the gift she could only give once. A gift reserved for Liz's husband—whoever God chose for her.
They were not downstairs, which was a worrying sign. Their parents' cars were not there yet, so the two lovebirds were alone in the house, and the only rooms upstairs were bedrooms. Jimmy rushed upstairs to save Liz from what Rick had planned for her.
Jimmy might also be saving himself for marriage, but he knew what guys do and how they think. He was no fool. He'd heard all the stories about the tricks guys pull to get girls to sleep with them. The lies, the alcohol, the drugs they used for their nefarious purposes. Sometimes their church hosted female speakers who told their sordid stories of how they had been led astray and to ruin, stories which infuriated Jimmy, yet which were also oddly fascinating, sometimes stimulating.
Liz's bedroom door was closed, and that can't possibly be good!
Their family had a strict rule, if anyone of the opposite sex were to ever be in their bedroom,
the door must be open at all times
. Whatever was going on behind this closed door, he was not going to warn them by knocking to stop before he put an end to it!
Bursting through the door, he immediately caught sight of Liz and Rick sitting on her bed. Liz's shirt was unbuttoned and her bra pushed up. They did not hear the door, probably because their tongues were in each other's mouths—not to mention his hand!
Liz's left breast was in Rick's hand, and he was squeezing her like one of those foam stress balls. Her sweet, soft, pale flesh bulged between Rick's claw-like fingers. Jimmy barely noticed the other, bare breast, his entire focus on the one being squished in the pincers of that despoiler! The sight so shocked him, Jimmy could only stare for twenty or thirty seconds until his voice thundered with God's righteousness.
"Get your hands off her, you devil!"
The two lovers jerked, heads spinning to see Jimmy standing there. Rick's hand jerked back fast as if he'd touched a hot stove, and Liz screamed. Then, realizing her brother was staring at her chest, pulled closed her top across her.
"How about a little privacy," Rick said, which just showed his depravity. No apology, no recognition of the gravity of his sin, only an attempt to make Jimmy the bad guy for protecting his sister's purity from this predator.
"Get out!" Jimmy was screaming almost as loud as his sister, only his screams were directed at driving the devil from his sister's territory. When Rich reached out to his sister's shoulder, Jimmy had seen enough! Jesus attacked the moneychangers for much less than attempting to defile a virgin. Filled with righteous indignation, Jimmy grabbed him and shoved him into the hallway. "I said out!"
Rick did not really fight back, falling into acceptance that his fun was over—certainly for the day and for who knows how long afterward, so he left a sobbing Liz and headed downstairs. Jimmy's shouting drowned out his sister's tears, and at the bottom of the stairs the protective brother gave him a shove toward the door.
"Keep your hands off me, you assclown!"
Of all the nerve of this guy! "Keep my hands off you? After your hands were all over my sister?"
"Chill out, man. We're all adults here. It's not like she's a kid or something."
Jimmy just looked at this insolent despoiler. Then, he realized what he must do in a situation like this. "Be gone, Satan!"
"What the fuck, dude? Satan? Seriously, you need to get a grip."
A grip? Like he had on Liz's virginal breast? The fury of God swelled up inside him. Jimmy did not really think about it, he just did what God wanted him to do. His fist lashed out, and with God's guidance, it was true. Landing square on Rick's jaw, he spun halfway around and fell over sideways near the kitchen counter. On his way down, his head struck the granite countertop with a sickening crack, then he rag-dolled to the floor.
Jimmy was shaking him, which is probably not the best idea for someone with a depressed skull fracture, but Jimmy was no doctor. He was on his way to a degree in theology—not much crossover. Not that you need a medical degree to tell when someone has stopped breathing, or their lifeless eyes began to glaze over.
The only dead people Jimmy had ever seen were their grandparents, but he knew it when he saw it. Rick was not hurt; Rick was dead.
"Oh, God, oh God, what do I do?" A healing prayer! Why had it taken him so long to think of that? So he prayed and prayed, prayed hard as he knew how. But Rick did not rise from the dead. He just lay there, skin turning a pasty gray color. The only miracle that night was the accuracy of his punch.
What to do? What to do?
Whatever it was, he had to act fast before Lizzie came downstairs or their parents returned home. Luckily, Rick was not that big of a guy, so dragging him out to his liberal Prius was not too hard, not with God giving him strength like this.
And then he was driving the Prius. He did not know where, but was pleasantly surprised how well it drove. Without his own destination in mind, the Lord led him down to the swamp, maybe a mile from their house. He dragged Rick's rapidly cooling body from the car to the edge of a pond and pushed him out into the water. From where he stood, he could spot three alligators, their eyes glowing yellow in the headlights' beams, and that meant there were probably several more submerged nearby. God's garbage disposal system.
After a quick wipe-down of the car with a rag to get rid of fingerprints, Jimmy started walking home. He stayed off the main road, to avoid people he might know and doorbell cameras.
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