Hunt for the Ghost

"I'll go find the stupid ghost," Ally said, rolling her eyes. She pulled at Jenny's hand, but Jenny didn't move.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"I really don't want to go do anything that'll get me killed in a mansion literally called Scream House," Danny argued, the fucking coward.

"Scream is my last name," Ally said, not trying to hide how stupid she found him. "But fine, whatever. You guys stay here and I'll go figure it out. Is everyone happy with that?" Danny nodded but Jenny sucked in her cheeks.

"I don't want you to go off alone," Jenny said, a hand brushing across Ally's chin in a way that made her shiver. She hoped Danny wasn't looking at her waist, because he would clearly see the outline of her bulge pressing against her panties. "But I need to make sure Danny is safe."

"Whatever," Ally said, turning away from the both of them. "It's nice how much you care about each other. Wish someone cared about me that much."

"Hey," Jenny argued. She made a grasp for Ally's shoulder, but Ally pulled away. "You're being childish. Of course we -- of course I care about you."

"Whatever," Ally repeated, stepping away from Jenny. If she really cared, she would come after her. Otherwise, it didn't matter. Ally was stupid to think Jenny would choose her over her boyfriend, wasn't she? No matter how nice it was to cuddle up next to her... Whatever. She didn't care. She'd never had a partner before, she didn't need one now.

"We'll be waiting right here, okay?" Jenny asked. Ally didn't answer, she just kept moving away, deeper and deeper into the guest hallway looking for ghosts.

She didn't want to think about Jenny and her boyfriend anymore. She didn't want to think about what they might be doing alone in the guest room, while she went and risked her life hunting for ghosts. Even if she couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop bubbling with anger and resentment as she walked, step after step, deeper into the dusky hallway.

No torches lined the walls here, instead windows opened to the stormy moonlight outside, with the occasional LED light lining the floor to create a misty glow throughout the area. She had no idea when this house was built, or when these lights might have been installed, but it was nice to know that the house ran well with electricity. There was probably a heating system, somewhere, if the house got too cold -- which was nice to think about. She had to spend a week here, anyway. Might as well try to live in comfort.

She wondered where Kate was; why Kate hadn't rushed to help Danny with his scream. Maybe her room was just too far away -- Kate took the master bedroom, after all. Maybe it was soundproof. Ally made a mental note to check that. A person never knew when a soundproofed room could come in handy. Though the soundproofing probably wouldn't stop a ghost.

She had been walking for almost five minutes when she came upon a guest room door that's dust had been shaken from it. Room 3-E2. Other than its lack of dust, Ally couldn't discern anything different about the room -- certainly nothing that would leave her to believe it was haunted.

Still, she felt a small chill run across her; perhaps it was her own fear. Her own cock had gone flaccid against the thin fabric of her panties, a small mercy that her bulge was less noticeable for any onlooking ghosts. She didn't know why she was embarrassed about it. She did like her new cock, it felt... almost natural on her. But still she didn't want to flaunt it. Not yet, anyway.

Not knowing what else to do, she decided to knock on the door. A slow, methodical knock, like she was a hotel attendant about to offer room service. She didn't want to disturb anything that might attack her, considering she had no idea what lived behind the door.

Door 3-E2 shuddered open, slow at first, then all at once, nearly smacking her in the face. Ally blinked back her surprise: a white-clad figure stood at the door before her, feet invisible behind a billowing sheet-like robe, skin sallow and pale with dark eyes. Ally's jaw dropped. She felt her pulse quicken, but she was frozen in place.

"Ghost?" She asked in a small whisper.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" The ghost asked her. Ally nearly choked on her shock. "Who the hell are you?"

"Who -- who am I?" Ally asked. "Who are you?" The not-ghost girl placed a hand on her hip, nearly hidden beneath the large white sleeve of her robe.

"I am Sister Enna," she introduced herself. "Of the Church of Dyer. Are you the concierge?"

"Concierge?" Ally asked. "I'm Ally Scream, the granddaughter of Eliot Scream, and the rightful owner of this house."

"Is that so?" Sister Enna asked, dark eyes staring at Ally with renewed interest. Sister Enna took in the fact that Ally was clad in a thin shirt and panties seemingly without caring that she was practically nude. "You don't look like the old man."

"You knew Grandpa?" Ally asked.

"I observed him, on occasion," Sister Enna explained, casually, as though she wasn't openly admitting to spying on her grandfather. "But I am aware that no one is the rightful owner of this house until they survive a week within its walls. The trial begins tomorrow morning, so I thought I would arrive early. I didn't expect others to think similarly."

"Well," Ally said with a shrug. "I guess we're competitors, then."

"Is that so..." Sister Enna mused. She blinked a few times as though deep in thought, before throwing open the door to her room. "Come in then, Allyson Scream. Perhaps I can dissuade you."

Ally, slightly confused, followed the Sister into her bedroom, which looked just as all the other guest rooms did. A small room with brown wooden walls, a bed with white sheets, and a door leading off into her own en suite bathroom. Her suitcase rested, open, against the far wall, where Ally could see a collection of other robes, all predominately white, filling the case. The room was lit dimly by a few candles; it seemed the electronic lightning of the hallway did not extend into the rooms. Sister Enna gestured to the bed, and Ally sat.

"I do not know how much you are aware of," Sister Enna said. "But I do believe it is in your best interest to concede the house to the church. The house is laced with demonic energy, evil sciences and witchcraft in a disconcerting blend."

"You expect me to believe that?" Ally asked, crossing her legs to hide the penis that, she had to admit, was probably given to her by evil sciences blended disconcertingly with witchcraft.

"Believe what you will," Sister Enna said. "I care little for whatever the fuck you may believe. I care how you act."

"You speak a bit freely for a Sister," Ally observed.

"I have no faith in the goody-two-shoes acts of the Church. Perhaps you will find Sister Lucille, who is joining us tomorrow, to be more accommodating to your image of priestly sanctity. I speak as I wish. And I must, again, implore you to abandon your journey within this house."

"It's my family's house," Ally repeated. "I loved my grandpa, and he wanted me to have the house."

Sister Enna frowned, looking Ally up and down.

"Very well," she said, finally. "I suppose that does make us competitors, then. But I have a secondary mission here as well. I am here to protect those competing for the house from dark magics. It is a small ritual, I hope you allow me to permit."

"Alright..." Ally said, uncertainty. Sister Enna leaned into her own suitcase and pulled from it a small, silver charm -- a necklace with an interlocking pattern across a crystalline neckline.

Sister Enna draped the charm across Ally's neck, causing Ally to gasp at her proximity. Sister Enna smelt like roses, she realized, while the small nun's hands deftly tied the necklace over Ally's back. Their faces were so close Ally had to lean back so as not to accidentally be kissing the smaller woman. Though she couldn't help but lick her own lips at the thought. She felt herself growing hard as the Sister leaned over her, the smell, the breath of the girl. Ally placed her hands across Sister Enna's hips to steady her while she sat on Ally's lap.

"A bit forward, aren't we?" Sister Enna asked.

"You're the one sitting on me," Ally said.

"I suppose I am," Sister Enna said, finishing the knot before pulling slightly away. "You may let go now."

"Does that mean I have to?" Ally asked. She thought of Jenny and Danny, probably fucking in their own room. Ally was allowed to have fun too. Why shouldn't she flirt a little? Even if this was a competitor, Sister Enna didn't seem like a foul person... despite her foul mouth...

"You don't have to do anything," Sister Enna said, steading herself by placing her hands on Ally's shoulders. "But what would you like to do?"

Ally took that as invitation enough, pushing her face forward until her lips were bashing against the cute, pale, ghost of a Sister. Their lips locked instantly, as though they were made for each other, while Sister Enna's tongue teased across Ally's lips. Ally breathed in the Sister's breath, panting it back out over her, until their faces were covered in each others breath and spit, tongues dancing across lips and cheeks and necks, until they were both stickily clinging to one another, trying to kiss more, love more, taste more -- Ally fell quickly back on the bed while Sister Enna straddled her, pulling up Ally's shirt to reveal her tits, which, if Ally wasn't mistaken, had grown since she'd ingested the pill as well. Sister Enna's tongue lowered to her left nipple while her fingers teased the other; Ally could only moan and beg for more as the Sister traced a line of kisses from her breasts to her stomach, down to her panties where --

"What the fuck?" Sister Enna asked, pulling down Ally's panties. "You have a penis?"

"It's a recent addition," Ally said, suddenly shy. She bit her own thumb, staring at Enna's concerned expression.

"The magic of the house is already in you..." Sister Enna observed, pulling herself away from Ally's body.

"That doesn't mean we have to stop..." Ally argued. Sister Enna glanced at her, and then at her phallus. The Sister wet her lips again with her tongue, eyes glued to Ally's growing cock. "Clearly... you want to keep going..."

"I cannot lie and say I am not curious," Sister Enna said, a soft hand looping around the base of Ally's cock. She stroked it once, then twice. Ally's hips began rising into her hand, helping the Sister with her strange, **** handjob. "But we must stop," Enna said, lifting her hand from Ally's cock. Ally saw her smell her hand and -- Ally swore -- lick the refuse of her cocksweat from her fingers. "I must do more study into this phenomenon. Assuming it is safe, we may continue, later."

"What if we continue now, and find out if it's safe later?" Ally asked, rising and pulling Sister Enna into her arms, which the younger girl allowed. "You really are a beautiful nun. I've always wanted to be with a religious girl."

"You're such a fucking liar," Sister Enna said, though her mouth couldn't help but smile in a little, pleased giggle. "You may stay the night here, if you wish. It would be good to keep an eye on you. Though I cannot continue our relationship until I have researched further."

"You're a tease," Ally said, still flirting, lips so close to Enna's that they were practically already kissing again.

"But I am firm in my beliefs," Enna said, pushing away. "Stay or do not, but I cannot fuck you tonight."