Lisa Wonders Whether ...

Lisa dashed down the hall, holding her hand away from her body as she made her way to the bathroom. It was still coated in the slimy stuff she had squeezed out of Liam. “Gross,” she muttered, but she eyed it nevertheless with her natural curiosity. It was cloudy with a yellowish tint and had a whitish haze. At first it was gel-like, but the longer it lasted, the more it liquefied, and she had to be careful that no drops fell on the floor, which would leave a hinky trail from Liam's room to the bathroom.

The hallway was quiet, save for her fast steps the faint creaks of the old house settling. The bathroom door groaned on its hinges as she opened it, revealing a vintage-style room with black-and-white checkered tiles and a freestanding clawfoot tub. A cracked mirror hung above the porcelain sink, and the air carried a faint, lingering scent of lavender. Wet footprints left the room, as if someone had recently bathed here.

Lisa turned on the faucet, watching the water gush out in a powerful stream. But before she put her fingers under the water, her inevitable curiosity overcame her again. The bathroom’s dim lighting gave the substance an almost iridescent sheen. Unable to resist, she lifted her hand to her nose and sniffed cautiously. It had a mild, distinctive smell, neither unpleasant nor overpowering. It resembled the everyday smells she associated with a human body, but more intense, somehow musky and acidic. The smell was strange – natural and yet sharp, like a mixture of milk and metal. It sent a cold shiver down her spine, although she couldn't say why.

Lisa sat down on the toilet lid, staring at her palm. Thoughtfully, she flexed her fingers as if to test whether the stuff would work as a lubricant. The tingling she felt was not just in her hand – it was everywhere.

The bathroom seemed to shift around her, the shadows lengthening and dancing across the walls. The tiles under her bare feet felt warmer than they should, almost inviting. The mirror above the sink caught her eye, its cracked surface warping her reflection. She swore she saw a flicker of movement behind her in the glass, but when she whipped her head around, the room was empty.

Lisa exhaled sharply and tried to understand the ever-increasing tingling sensation. But as she sat there, a new feeling began to unfurl within her — something warm, thrilling, and utterly unfamiliar. The air around her seemed to hum, a vibration that resonated deep in her chest. Slowly and deliberately, she placed her fingers onto her clean-shaven pussy, her heart beating a little faster. Her reflection in the mirror seemed different somehow — her cheeks flushed, her lips fuller, her eyes glinting with a spark she didn’t recognize. She leaned forward, studying herself.

“Not bad,” she murmured, a small, nervous laugh escaping her lips. A faint whisper curled through the air, so soft she thought she might have imagined it. Why stop there?

And then she began to spread the goo liberally over her pubic area. Whew. Yes! That was it. She grew bolder and rubbed harder. It felt really great. Soon her breathing came fast and ragged. Her pulse raced and blood rushed in her ears. She treated herself intensively, teasing, coaxing. I’ve always wondered what it feels like to have a man inside me, she thought. Would it be like this? With that same thought, she pushed one of her cum-smeared fingers into her tight snatch.

Oh - my - Gawd! She was suddenly struck by the question of whether she could become pregnant by stuffing her vagina with her brother's cum. That idea pushed her over the edge. She convulsed and bit her forearm to keep from screaming.

Margot drifted effortlessly through the walls of the house, her translucent form slipping between old beams and crumbling plaster as though they weren’t there. She wasn’t sure what was drawing her, but something was pulling her magnetically, an invisible thread tugging her closer to ... something ... someone.

“Hmm, what’s this now?” she mused aloud, her voice a soft purr that echoed faintly in the empty spaces. She floated higher, her form shimmering faintly in the dim light seeping through cracks in the structure. Passing through the ceiling, she entered the bathroom, a room she’d always found pleasantly decadent in its old-world charm. It was there that the pull intensified.

And then she saw her - Lisa.

Margot paused mid-drift, her spectral form halting just out of reach. She tilted her own head, intrigued. It’s her, she'd called me, Margot thought, an uncharacteristic thrill coursing through her ethereal being.

The girl was sitting on the toilet seat, her legs wide apart, masturbating like there was no tomorrow.

Margot watched. From the moment she had laid eyes on Lisa, she’d felt something — a faint flicker of recognition, a spark of untapped potential. But only now did it crystallize. Lisa wasn’t just any mortal. The girl radiated a kind of energy that mirrored Margot’s own essence: seductive, magnetic, and simmering just beneath the surface.

Margot floated closer, her figure shimmering faintly in the dim light of the bathroom. Lisa didn't notice her, too absorbed in her own preoccupation, but that only made Margot smile. And it awakened feelings in her that she had long since thought forgotten.

“Look at yourself,” Margot whispered, more to herself than to Lisa. ”You sit there like a goddess of lust, frighteningly beautiful and irresistible. Darling, you don't even know what you really are, do you?”

In this very moment Lisa climaxed, her fingers buried deep inside her dripping pussy. The explosion sent a ripple of energy through the room, and Margot felt it like a tickle on her translucent skin. It was intoxicating, that raw potential, and it was being fed right back to her. She nearly felt aroused - nearly. After all, she was a ghost, she couldn't have physical desires, could she?

“Delicious,” Margot murmured and licked her lips. She circled Lisa slowly, observing her from every angle. The girl’s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes glanced around the room, her brows furrowing slightly, though she seemed unsure of what she was looking for.

Margot smirked. “Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew.” For a moment, she thought about revealing herself, letting the girl see her shimmering form and the sly, knowing grin she wore. But no — this was too much fun. Lisa shifted again, her hands brushing against her thighs. Margot could almost hear the girl’s thoughts, her curiosity mingled with confusion and a hint of something deeper, something primal.

“You’re a little mirror, aren’t you?” Margot said softly, her voice carried on an invisible breeze that rustled Lisa’s hair ever so slightly. “Reflecting back everything you feel — and everything I am. Oh, darling, we’re going to have so much fun with your - no, with OUR family.”