Page 11 of Now You See Him

Chapter

Eight

T ina tried to take her hands off the countertop, to move them to her waist and push those ghostly hands away, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything but stand there, arms and legs braced as her jeans were pushed over her hips, her ass, and down her thighs.

Derrick stood from his stool, his eyes widening as he saw her jeans moving on their own, stripping off her body, and pooling around her ankles on the floor.

“Damien!” he called out, his voice hard and angry. “Cut the shit! She isn’t Lucia!”

The lights flickered again, and then they went out.

The basement door slammed closed. The doors upstairs opened and shut with force.

A chill coated Tina’s skin as the feeling of a hand shove the middle of her back and shoved her forward so that she was forced to her toes and her chest was pressed against the surface of her island counter.

Her heart was in her throat, the beat so loud that it thundered in her ears.

When she breathed out, puffs of white fog erupted from between her lips.

“Tina!” Derrick cried out. She heard the sound of a stool scrape back, but there were no footsteps. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damien!”

Tina was able to just tilt her head back far enough from her bent position.

Through the shadows, with moonlight filtering through the windows, she saw that Derrick was held in place by an invisible force.

His hands were also palm down, glued to the white-and-gray marble.

He was right there, in her line of sight, directly across the island from her, and he could see everything.

Tina felt shame flood her cheeks as her panties were ripped off, the fabric creating a sound so obscene as the fabric tore at the seams. It flung across the room like it was attached to a slingshot.

Her shirt was ripped down the back, and she sobbed as exhilaration and pleasure hummed over her skin.

She was practically dripping while also dying of mortification that Derrick was seeing her this way.

She was standing as wide as her jeans would let her, her bra unhooked, her bare nipples touching the cold counter.

Derrick continued to try to jerk out of his invisible shackles, cursing his brother in the process. “Damn it, Damien, what the fuck are you doing? God, I can’t believe I’m talking to my dead brother. I’m talking to a ghost. This is a dream. A hallucination.”

Tina inhaled sharply when she felt a long, gentle stroke over her swollen clit. Then she moaned as those same fingers rubbed over the nub in firm, gentle circles.

“I’m so sorry,” Derrick whispered. Tina looked up to see his devastated expression, as if he were failing at saving her. As if he were watching her getting tortured instead of getting this exquisite, unbearable pleasure.

“I-it’s okay,” she whispered back. She moaned again, her nipples so tight that they could cut the marble. “It’s okay, Derrick. He…he makes me like it.”

The words were out of her mouth a nanosecond before she felt the broad head of a cock prod at her entrance.

He plunged inside her in one long, hard stroke, and a scream erupted from her throat.

The burn was intense, the pain and pleasure twin prongs shoving deep in her core.

He pushed past resisting muscles, forcing through her tight channel until she felt his body flush against her ass.

Her forehead dropped to the marble, and she panted, desperate for some reprieve from the aftershocks of his intrusion.

“Tina!” Derrick yelled back. “W-what is happening…”

His question tapered off as she let out another yelp when Damien’s ghost pulled out and plunged back in, a little smoother this time, a little easier.

He began fucking her cunt in earnest. In and out so that her body jerked forward and back with each thrust. She bounced on his cock, and although she knew she looked ridiculous without someone fucking her from behind, it was pretty obvious what was happening.

“He’s…he’s….so….deep,” she panted as she met Derrick’s eyes. “Damien is so deep .”

She could’ve sworn she heard skin slapping, felt the grip on her waist as she was tugged back against Damien’s thick, fat cock.

She moaned again, and this time Derrick’s struggles stopped. He stood in front of her, watching her as she was fucked by his dead twin brother.

“Are you okay?” he whispered between her pants and cries of pleasure. “Just…just hold on. Take it for a little bit longer”

Somehow, they were able to slide their hands forward, fingers linking as Damien raged around them, inside Tina. Stroking her clit, fucking her deep, until a thin sheen of sweat coated her skin.

The pleasure rose to a pinnacle, and she was standing on the edge, a climb that was so fast and swift, she knew she’d never experienced something like that before.

She was ready to fall over the edge, embrace the burst of pleasure that wrecked her body just the way it had when she’d been in the basement.

“I-I’m going to c-come.” she whispered. Her eyes filled with tears, with sheer embarrassment, as she was fucked harder and faster. Her stomach tightened, clenching as she dripped down her thigh.

“Then come,” Derrick said softly. “Come, and I’ll catch you when it’s over. I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

Tina closed her eyes and let out a deep, guttural cry as her orgasm started at her cunt and tore through her body, decimating her senses one by one until she was a beam of light, bursting with energy.

Just as quickly as Damien had come, he was gone.

Her knees went weak, the lights flickered on, and just before she hit the floor, naked and sore, Damien was there, crouching by her side.

He’d rounded the counter so fast, she didn’t even know that he was there.

He bent at her side, then his arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other hooked under her knees.

He lifted her and placed her on the edge of the counter.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he kept repeating in that trembling, unsteady voice that belied the steady competence of his hands. “Oh my god, you’ve been dealing with that alone. For weeks. Tina, he raped?—”

“I liked it,” she whispered.

Derrick’s eyes went wide. “What?”

She rested her hands on his shoulders. Her vision was blurry, her head filled with soft white noise.

“I liked it. He makes me like it. I don’t know how, but I was dripping when I felt his cock.

I don’t know what comes over me. I forget that I should be scared, that he’s a ghost, that this is absurd and not rational at all.

I forget that I’m engaged and that I could be losing my mind and this is just a sign of deterioration.

God, how messed up is that? But it’s…it’s true. ”

Derrick’s eyebrows jerked. “You actually felt…”

Tina nodded. She was very aware of the sticky cum between her thighs, hers and whatever had been produced from the apparition.

That’s when she realized that she was very, very naked in front of a man who didn’t share the same experiences with her that she thought.

She immediately pulled back and wrapped her arms around her tits before crossing her legs.

That didn’t stop Derrick’s eyes from running over the length of her smooth brown skin.

He stepped back and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Tina watched in shock, in awe, as he quickly shrugged out of it, revealing a plain white cotton T-shirt underneath.

Then the soft cotton of his button down was around her shoulders and he was buttoning it up between her breasts in that quick, no-nonsense way his brother handled her in her dreams.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He laughed again. Humorless. Bitter. “I wasn’t the one who was…”

“Derrick.”

His breath was ragged as he sucked in between clenched teeth. “He took advantage of you. My brother. And he’s dead! My parents and I buried him. I cried over his body, then his casket as they lowered him into the ground.”

Tina uncrossed her legs and spread her knees.

She reached for him and pulled his trembling body between her thighs before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

As if it was the most natural thing in the world for him, he tucked his head in the curve of her neck, burrowing there as if seeking her warmth.

His scruff ran against the soft stretch of his neck, and the muscled tightness of his forearms was so different from Logan.

He was bigger, for sure, and his strength was unmistakable.

Tina wasn’t sure how long they stood together, wrapped around each other in the dim lighting of the kitchen.

When Derrick shuddered, Tina ran a hand over the length of his back. “Okay?”

“He was always a little mean, a little wrong,” Derrick said as he pulled back slowly.

“His edges were serrated. He’d been like that since childhood.

But knowing he died because someone pushed him?

God, I feel like I lost him all over again, and he was my brother, my twin.

I miss him even though I was always so angry at him, too. ”

An idea flitted into her head. The ugly, twisted part of her, the part that she’d never shared with anyone else, longed for something so wrong that her body began to hum. It was so disgusting but as the idea took shape, she knew she wanted it.

Derrick gave her a look of concern. “What? What is it? Are you cold?”

Tina cupped his cheeks and saw the way his eyes darkened. “I…this is so fucked-up, Derrick. All of this. But I saw it, and everything that we’re talking about transcends reality and logic, okay?”

His eyebrows furrowed. The confusion was apparent on his face. “What are you talking about?”