Page 19 of Now You See Him
The lights flickered again. The basement door creaked open.
Tina’s breath caught. Goose bumps erupted up her arms. “H-he wants something,” she said. “Based on all those horror movies, I’m guessing that’s what he’s trying to tell you. Trying to tell us.”
The lights flickered faster.
Derrick looked up, his jaw clenching. “I believe you. How can I not? After what I’ve seen myself. And Tina, I’m starting to think that your hallucination of our time together might have been real.”
“What do you mean?”
He rubbed his eyes with the pads of his fingers. “Truthfully, I don’t remember the site visit at all. I had no notes of it but assumed it just went well. I’ll have to check with my site manager tomorrow to make sure that I was actually there and I wasn’t here at the house…Tina?”
Tina’s palms were pressed firmly on the countertop. She stood frozen in place, her mouth gaping open as she tried to catch her breath. There were hands on her. Two very strong, very insistent hands that had reached around to the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them.
He’ll see me. He’ll know that you’re fucking me. He’ll know how much I like this. How twisted I am for it.
“Damien’s here,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe this was happening again to her.
Chapter
Eight
Tina 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 pleasuretwin 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 sodeep.”
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.
