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Some might feel lonely being the unknown family member; however, Violet adored the time she got to spend with John and Brenda despite them being unaware of her. In spite of this, it was always a treat when she got the house to herself. While home alone, the typical day in her afterlife was spent pretending and imagining that she was living.

Watching TV, opening the fridge and pondering what she might eat if she could, playing video games or using the internet in John’s room and having a short nap in Brenda’s room. Of course, while doing all of these things, she would walk around and use doors like any living person would and, of course, being home alone meant being completely naked for the day.

Now, being a ghost, Violet could be naked all the time anyway, but it just didn’t feel the same. Having times where you’re naked and not naked gave those times you were a different feel, which Violet enjoyed.

The evening was wearing on, and Violet had spent a while watching TV. She stood and headed towards the staircase. She was about halfway from the couch to the stairs when she froze, hearing the sound of a key being inserted into the front door.

She only had a split second to think; she didn’t have time to get upstairs or float into the ceiling as she’d be spotted. For a moment she questioned if Brenda had parked in the garage, it was rare but it happened, and if she’d picked John up, it could mean one of them was still in the garage.

The door began to open, and she took a chance, diving into the wall but letting out a grunt. Her eyes widened as she’d stopped mid-phasing, it almost felt like she was trying to climb through a window her ass was slightly too big to fit through.

“Shit!” she cursed quietly, trying to struggle and **** her way through the wall. The car wasn’t in there, but that didn’t matter anymore. “I can’t let Mom or John see me like this, they’d freak! Fuck, this can’t be happening.”

Unable to do anything else, her imagination took over. John or Brenda sighing after a long day, kicking their shoes off and hanging their jacket up before seeing an ass mounted to the wall like a deer trophy. They’d move over, confusion and arousal playing on their emotions as they stared at her rear.

What could they be thinking? How closely were they inspecting her most intimate area? Just the thought of John or Brenda looking at her aroused her, which only set off a chain reaction in her mind as they’d notice her getting wetter, which only made her more aroused, making her even wetter.

The thought was too much, and regardless of whether she wanted to do so consciously or not, she began rubbing her thighs together, trying to stimulate herself even if only a little. Her breath hitched; either she’d reached new heights with her imagination or a set of fingers lightly brushed against her outer thigh, drawing a long pleasurable hum from her lips.

Her day of ‘being alive’ didn’t even remotely compare to this; her skin burned with lust as static followed her mysterious partner’s digits while they tentatively explored the soft alabaster skin of her bottom half.

The sensations were amplified from not knowing who was on the other side. Would John be so bold? Maybe he thought it was all a dream? Or maybe Brenda? Their touch was gentle but purposeful, teasing in all the right ways.

She wondered what they were thinking, what they might do to her and how far they might go. All questions further drove her to wonder which mystery Newman was caressing her; just the thought made her more sensitive, more receptive to their gentle touch.

An involuntary shiver washed over her as she felt a bead of arousal escape and roll down her thigh. When she was about to rub her legs together again, her unknown partner gently stopped her, parting her legs ever so slightly.

There was a moment or two of stillness, and she thought they might reconsider. Without thinking, she reached out with her legs, holding them in place. Her body shivered, and she let out a surprised and pleasured yelp as a hand lightly swatted at her butt, before they rubbed the spot as if to apologise.

Violet enjoyed as her mystery lover began to massage her ass, then while Violet’s guard had dropped, they slipped out of her legs, and she felt as they lowered themself. Her imagination sparked again, John or Brenda now crotch level and getting a very close look between her legs.

The tension built and built and a loud moan escaped her lips as a set of fingers prodded her **** touch starved dripping pussy. The image of John kneeling behind her, with a look of focus he usually only had while drawing. His entire attention on even the smallest twitch as his fingers traced her folds, taking care any time he brushed against her clit.

“No! Wait!” she whimpered as they pulled away slightly. They began to stroke her legs, gently dragging short nails across her skin. “You fucking tease!” she complained between moans. It had to be Brenda; she knew exactly how to get her right on the edge but didn’t allow her to go over.

Violet’s eyes closed as she took deep breaths, cupping and gently squeezing her boobs to try adding stimulation. Her body tensed and her breath hitched as she imagined Brenda smirking behind her, right before she felt a cool rush of air blown against her twitching pussy. Removing her hands from her chest, Violet balled them into tight fists.

Gasping, Violet’s toes curled for a second as Brenda pushed her face into Violet’s crotch, her arms looping around her legs to hug her tightly. Violet’s moans and whimpers bounced off the garage walls as she was devoured, Brenda’s tongue finding all of her weak spots easily.

“Yes, j-just like that,” Violet huffed. The touch-starved ghost didn’t stand a chance. She groaned, moaned and cried as Brenda continued her onslaught, causing her to squirm and twitch. The pleasure continued to build before all the tension was released at once; wave after wave hit her as she rode the orgasm, and she felt the strength in her body vanish; her top half doubled over, hanging on the wall. She heaved and barely registered as her ass was used to help the person on the other side of the wall stand up.

She felt her entire body throbbing, but she’d finally recovered enough to think straight, which was when she realised she couldn’t feel her partner anymore. Gently, she raised her foot, trying to feel around, but couldn’t find them. “Fuck, no, come back! Please!” she whined.

Suddenly, she could feel vibrations through the wall, the other person bounding back down the stairs. ’Where’d they go? Bathroom to clean up? Maybe Brenda went to her room for toys?’ she wondered, her excitement and intrigue building once again.

She smiled from excitement and let out a long relieved sigh as her mystery lover gave her butt a soft squeeze. A giggle escaped her lips as she felt a series of light kisses on her other squishy cheek.

Her eyes widened and her breath hitched as she felt something press against the entrance to her pussy. She bit her lips and let out a moan as it was unmistakably thicker than a finger or tongue. She smiled, thinking about John standing behind her, teasing both of them just a little, but something didn’t seem quite right; it didn’t quite feel how she’d expect it. There was an unnatural smoothness to it, which is when her eyes lit up a little. “Ooooh, are you about to fuck me with a strap-on, Mom?” she cooed.

The picture of Brenda standing behind her, one hand on her ass and the other holding the lifelike toy hanging between her legs sliding it up and down her entrance, generously coating it with her juices, had her breathing heavily once again, her eyes closed tightly to make her mental image as clear as possible.

Though something gave her pause in her thoughts, it felt a little too warm for a toy, with a soft hardness which felt more organic. Perhaps John was standing behind her, he could have left to get a condom, that could explain the smoothness, couldn’t it?

Violet felt a little pressure as John pushed a little deeper, stopping as he met resistance. She could see him clearly in her mind, a confused expression crossing his face at the roadblock.

Both hands moved to her ass, giving him a little more leverage. He began gently rocking back and forth slowly, attempting to ease his way in. The sensation drew a moan, and she bucked a little.

There was a pause, and Violet’s eyes widened slightly as she realised that her reaction might have seemed like permission or impatience. “W-wait, I didn’t mea-” her words were cut short as she let out a cry of pain and pleasure, feeling John push his hips forward and his cock pressing against the back of her pussy.

Despite the slight lingering sting, Violet became distracted. “This feels… big, like it’s filling me,” she pondered aloud. “And Brenda does have a selection of dildoes you can heat up…”

The image of John behind her faltered, replaced with Brenda once again. Violet let out a gasp and winced slightly as Brenda began to pull back, only to stop abruptly. Violet imagined Brenda seeing a little blood on her toy, which caused her to freeze, worried she might have been hurt after having her cherry popped.

Violet’s foot lifted, about to hook her lover's ass to stop them pulling out, hopefully reassuring them. However, she paused, realising that if she did so, she’d likely feel the strap or lack thereof and remove all doubt of who was inside of her. Instead, she brushed her foot against their leg.

Another sigh escaped Violet’s lips as Brenda began massaging Violet’s ass, in a gesture she assumed to be acknowledging her reassurance. Violet closed her eyes, taking deep, purposeful breaths, and tried to ignore the dulling pain. The groping didn’t help to clear Violet’s head; in fact, it only reminded her that either John or Brenda was still almost balls deep inside of her.

The pain quickly subsided, and once she was comfortable enough, she lowered her leg and attempted to give a cute little butt wiggle. That was enough of a signal; Brenda began moving, gently rocking her hips back and forth at a slow, steady pace.

‘Maybe it could be John? I have read that it can feel bigger inside you than it is,’ she contemplated as the slow rocking maintained its speed but slowly became a little harder, forcing a moan out of her every time their hips collided

“Mmmh…. Maybe it’s Brenda, though, she seems to know just what I need, like first-hand experience,” she mumbled between moans. The thought was reinforced as Brenda reached around, using her fingers to gently circle Violet’s clit.

Each thrust Violet’s image of either Brenda or John fucking her switchted as she gave into the pleasure. Pressure built, and Violet could tell it would be bigger than the last.

She twitched and contracted and she wasn’t able to tell if John was twitching in response, or if the fake skin of the strap-on Brenda used had just enough give to feel like it responded in time.

It got too hard to think, and her lover pushed deep into her, pushing her over into her orgasm. Violet’s toes curled, and she hooked her feet around their calves, her body shuddering and her breath ragged as pleasure crashed into her, a cry of pleasure reverberating through the room.

The wall felt like it faltered, and Violet’s eyes widened as she realised she was coming free. As quickly as she could, she pulled her legs forward in an attempt to catch herself, but she fell onto the cool garage floor. Her breathing heavy as her head throbbed, riding out the pleasure coursing through her.

Slowly, she stood on shaking legs and stumbled towards the wall, peering through. The house was dark, all signs of life absent, and the only proof of what had happened was a puddle on the floor, staining it with the thrill and bliss she’d just experienced.

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