Spiritual Successor

 

Yeah, I knew my house was haunted. I knew it even before my family did. I met the ghost one night when I was in the shower. I was washing my hair, when I noticed a yellow eye watching me from the other side of the shower curtain. Now, being the Supernatural fan I am, I of course had an anti-possession tattoo on my back. So, when that creeper ghost tried to shove his way down my throat, no dice. When he realized it wasn’t going to happen, he just floated there, dumbfounded; so I got a good look at him. He was buff, with sharp facial features, and a slithery tail.

We struck up an exhausted conversation. His name was Tyrone He died years ago, in the 60′s, when he was killed for being a black gay man. Even today, that’s a rough life. So, when I asked him how I could help him, he asked if he could just feel alive again. My tattoo prevented him from taking me over, but I could definitely give him someone else. Just then, I heard the front door open and close. I looked at the clock on the wall: it was my step-brother Jason coming home from soccer practice. He was always a homophobic jerk, but he was so sexy. His bad boy persona always turned me on. Thus, I gave a big smile to Tyrone, since I found his key to life.

I lead his ghostly form down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Jason was drinking his protein shake. He grimaced at me, and asked what I wanted. I said nothing. I didn’t need to. Tyrone did all the talking for me. He quickly popped up behind him, and laughed in a bellowing manner.

“You’ll do just fine.” Jason’s face ran white with fear, and he dropped his chocolate shake. In the blink of an eye, Tyrone began thrusting himself into Jason’s ass. He yelped like dog, as a deflating balloon sound filled the room. Tyrone’s roaring laughter could be heard from within Jason’s inflating belly. Cries of pain and pleasure escaped Jason, as Tyrone’s tail began to smack his ass cheeks. With a quick ‘Schloop’ the last of Tyrone’s ghostly body was sucked into my stepbrother. I laughed my ass off watching Jason fling himself from one side of the kitchen to the other, bumping into cabinets, countertops, he even smacked his head into the refrigerator! Eventually, he began to laugh, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. 

“Oooh, baby.” Tyrone’s smooth velvety voice now came from Jason’s hot jock lips. “Boy, you did right by me.” Jason strode over to me with a confident swagger I’d never seen before. He groped my ass and gave me the deepest kiss I’ve ever had. I felt my step-brother’s slimy tongue enter mine, stained with the taste of cigarettes and chew, a bad but sexy past time of his. When his lips parted from mine, I knew that I had made a good decision. He picked me up and carried me to Jason’s bed, where we passionately fucked all night long. The next morning, I awoke to Jason stroking my hair. “Wanna ride to school baby?” Of course I did. I mounted my brother, and I rode him, but not to school.