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*** ASHLEY

How did I wind up wet and hot, bent over, my body practically steaming while constant mental images of my stepbrother's cock throbbing inside me keep tormenting me, over and over. I can feel him inside me, feel the rush of pleasure as he thrusts deep, filling me completely. His hands are on my hips, holding me tight as he both pounds hard into me, his cock spreading my pussy lips apart, and then pulls me hard against him, holding me close. Over and over, the smack of our bodies echoing through the room, my body giving in to his demands, my orgasm imminent and so very very close…

Well, first off, I'm not in that situation. Which is really frustrating! I'm still wet and hot, because I'm taking a shower. I bent over when I thought I heard someone coming in behind me. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I could rationalize to Ethan that I was just trying to pick something up? Um… like the soap, right? Yup, let's go with that. If what I heard was him, and he was about to come into the bathroom with me, and then he saw me bent over in front of him as I shook my butt a little, my wet, slippery pussy ready and waiting for him, well…

I'm not to blame for what happens after that! Right? I think not, even if I know it would have aroused a sensual fire in Ethan that couldn't be contained until he quenched his hard inferno in the wetness of my, as he likes to say, perfect as fuck pussy.

That's not me saying it. It's him. I make no claims as to how perfect my pussy is, but it sure feels perfect when Ethan's cock is buried inside me. I'm a pretty big fan.

Except it's not. I'm showering alone. What the heck is up with that? Our friend Caleb invited us to his family's campground for the Halloween weekend, and we're alone in the main cabin right now while Caleb and his not-so-secret crush, Scarlet, are out and about, so…

I really think Ethan should be in the shower with me. It makes the most sense. I don't know why he's not. I mean, yes, I really do need to take a shower, but that's beside the point. It's not like this has ever stopped Ethan before, except…

Nope. He's not here. He's in our shared bedroom doing something that doesn't involve our bodies coming together in orgasmic bliss. I don't know why. I'd really love to tell you, but I have no clue.

I finish showering alone, much to my chagrin, and then I dry off and step out of the shower. To put on clothes, or not to put on clothes? I'm very tempted to wrap a towel around my body and go back to my room like that. Maybe Ethan didn't realize I was taking a shower? Yes, I told him, but maybe he didn't realize I meant right this second. So… maybe if I go to him like this, he'll realize it, and we can get dirty again and then take another shower together after?

Decisions, decisions…

I opt to put on clothes, as frustrating as that is for me at the moment. Caleb and Scarlet might be back at any time. Not to mention Brittany. She's here, too. And then Ron and Jefferson, and Kevin and Jacky, and…

As soon as I dry off and get dressed and step outside the bathroom, I'm pounced on. It's not Ethan, don't worry. It's a dog. Our dog. It seemed fitting to bring him with us, all things considered. He knows the area well.

“Hero,” I say to him, scratching behind his ears. “Where's Ethan? Why didn't he seduce me in the shower? What's up with that, huh?”

Hero looks at me, equally confused. I like to think he knows exactly what I'm saying. You never know, you know? His tongue flops out of his mouth and he pants at me while I keep scratching behind his ear. After a few more seconds of that, he basically throws himself at my feet and rolls around.

“You want belly rubs?” I ask him.

He rolls around even more. See? I told you. He knows things.

“Alright,” I tell him. “Go find Ethan for me and I'll give you belly rubs.”

His ears perk up, very intrigued. Belly rubs? Oh yes!

To seal the deal, I say the magic words again. “Where's Ethan, Hero? Go find him! Where's Ethan?”

He likes when we do that. He always dashes to find whoever we ask him to find. If he isn't quite sure who he's supposed to find, he usually settles on going for a random stuffed animal and dragging it back to us. His favorite is a bunny that now looks a little worse for wear, but he seems to love it.

Hero scrambles across the wooden floor, dashing down the hall as fast as he can. He swerves, just barely turning enough to make it inside an open-doored room. I follow after him, opting for a slightly more leisurely pace. Once I go in the room after Hero, I see him sitting diligently next to the small bed Ethan and I are sharing for the weekend. Tongue out and panting, Hero stares at Ethan who is sitting on the bed and reading something on the laptop in front of him. As soon as Hero sees me, he looks over, then points back to Ethan with his nose, putting his paws up on the bed to show me he's found him.

“Good boy!” I say, smiling. Hero rushes over for his belly rub reward, which I happily give him.

Ethan doesn't look excited to be found, though. I guess he's not… unexcited? I don't know. He's really involved in reading whatever it is he's reading on his laptop, which is kind of interesting in its own way. I don't think I've ever seen Ethan this absorbed in anything before. Well, unless you count me, when he's got me naked, legs spread on the bed, and…

I really shouldn't think about these things right now. I've been denied! Ethan had all the time in the world to come interrupt my shower, but… nope. I guess I could have asked him to interrupt my shower instead of being coy about it, but really now, do you think that's necessary?

He owes me one. An orgasm, I mean. Maybe a couple orgasms. Don't worry, they don't have to be in the shower. We can negotiate on that point.

He still hasn't looked up yet. He's focusing very hard on what's in front of him. It's either inspiring or concerning, so I do the only thing I can think of to do.

“What are you reading?” I ask him.

*** ETHAN

Ashley told me she was going to take a shower. It wasn't that long ago. What do you think my first reaction was to my sexy as fuck princess deciding to get naked and dripping wet? Uh, yeah, so I didn't even have to think about it before my cock was hard and ready to follow her anywhere.

It's not just about sex. Yeah, sex is pretty great, especially with Ashley. And yeah, we've had our ups and downs over the past year or so. Not even a year, actually. It's been, uh… a few months? I think it's good now, though. Everything's smooth sailing, and she's shaved smooth, which I know because I helped her with that less than a day ago, and I'd love nothing more than to slide my cock into her very smoothly, smooth as fuck, her perfect fucking pussy squeezing around my shaft as I fill her with everything I've got, but…

I got distracted. This doesn't happen a lot. I have no excuses for my behavior at the moment. I don't know what to tell you. Would it help if I told you I got distracted by something potential life-changing? It can only happen now, only today, and I got an email telling me everything I need to know. Seriously, it's pretty fucking amazing.

“What are you reading?” Ashley asks me.

Holy fuck, is she done her shower already? I can't fucking believe this. I've failed so hard. Instead of rationalizing, I decide to just tell her what's up.

“I got this email, Princess,” I say. “It's going to change our lives forever.”

“An email?” she asks, skeptical. “It's not some ad for penis enlargement pills, is it? Because if I'm being completely honest with you, you're plenty big enough, Ethan.”

“What the fuck? Uh, no. It's not penis enlargement pills, Princess. This is serious.”

“Alright, so… is it an offer of a million dollars from a Nigerian Prince?” she asks. “That's my second guess.”

“Are you being serious with me right now?” I ask her.

“That's the only thing I can think of!” she says, sassy as fuck. “You know those are both spam, right? It's not real. I know they make a lot of claims and stuff, and sometimes it can sound really convincing, but–”

“I know what spam is,” I tell her. “It's not spam. It's from a fraternity newsletter I'm signed up for. It's a holiday thing. Or a Halloween thing, I guess. Same thing, right?” Before she can answer, I just cut her off and get to the good part. “It's a true story about how to change your life.”

She stops rubbing Hero's belly long enough to come over and sit beside me on the bed. At first she looks thoughtful, so I show her the email on my laptop. She doesn't even read the whole fucking thing, though. I can tell. I can fucking tell, Princess! Holy fuck. I watch her reading, seeing her eyes dart back and forth. This only happens a couple times, only a couple darts, so I'm pretty sure she just barely read the first paragraph before she stops and stares at me.

“Um, Ethan?” she says, like she's about to give me some really disappointing news.

How is this disappointing? I have no fucking clue. “What?” I say to her.

“You realize this is just some fraternity treasure hunt kind of thing, right?” she says. “How is this life changing? I don't get it.”

“Princess,” I say, ready to explain this to her. I'll explain all the fucking stuff to her, that's how important this is. “It doesn't have anything to do with the frat. I mean, yeah, so they sent it to me, but did you read this part?”

I point to it, and she starts to read it again, but then I decide to do it for her just in case.

“Whoever completes these mythological tasks of Hercules on Halloween will gain a wish of whatsoever they desire, given to them by a spirit of the past,” I say, reading it word for word from the email.

“So you get a wish from a ghost,” she says, flat.

“Yeah, basically,” I tell her. “How cool is that?”

“It's kind of cool,” she admits, reluctant. “Except… so, I don't know how to tell you this, but I don't think ghosts are real, Ethan.”

“Alright, I mostly agree with you, Princess. Don't get me wrong, I really doubt there's a bunch of ghosts running around doing crazy shit all the time. Maybe they do it somewhere, but I'm pretty sure we're safe. Except–” And this is the important part, so I say it inspirationally, fitting all the pieces together, “The thing is, I doubt anyone's done these tasks on Halloween before. Which is how the spirit from the past brings you your wish. We could be the first ones. It even says that at the bottom. It's only one wish for one person every year. Which means we have to do it today, and we have to do it before everyone else, and…”

Ashley keeps looking at me like I'm crazy. To her credit, she doesn't look at me like I'm terrifying and crazy. Not like how you'd look at an insane, murderous clown, you know? It's more of a “my boyfriend is a little crazy but I still love him” kind of look. I can appreciate the distinction, even if I think she's crazy for thinking I'm crazy.

“What?” I ask her. “Tell me what's on your mind, Princess. I'm here for you.”

“Ethan,” she says, slow and deliberate. “How long have we been dating now? A few months, right? I love you. You're my boyfriend, and you're also my stepbrother. We've got a special connection. I like having sex with you, too. And cuddling. I like talking to you, and sharing everything with you, and you make me feel amazing all the time.”

“Why do I get the feeling this is leading up to a huge ‘but'?” I ask her. “But what, Princess? We can get a wish from a ghost. I don't know how you can't think this is amazing as fuck.”

“There might not be a ghost,” she says. “Or a wish. It could just be some silly fun frat game they're playing back at your school.”

“I guess,” I say, muttering. I mean, yeah, so the thought crossed my mind, but…

Something else crossed my mind, too. If it's true, even just a tiny fucking bit. The smallest of bits. That's all I need. I really want to do this. I don't know how to explain that to her. I don't want to tell her the reason, because it's something I want to surprise her with.

“Alright, let's just do it,” she says, cuddling close to me. “Maybe we'll get a wish from a ghost.”

“Fuck yeah!” I say, excited all over again. “I'm telling you, Princess, you won't be disappointed. Think of the possibilities. We can wish for whatever we want. And a ghost will grant our wish. How awesome is that? It could be Abraham Lincoln coming back from the dead to grant our wish. Or some other famous old guy. It could be Alan Rickman, which would be awesome, because he was in those Harry Potter movies and I bet he knows all sorts of magic for wishes.”

“Um, not to ruin this for you, but I don't think Alan Rickman was actually a wizard, Ethan. That was just a movie.”

“Listen,” I tell her. “I get that, but seriously, do you think it'd be cooler to get a wish from someone boring like Abraham Lincoln, or someone like Alan Rickman who could recite spells from Harry Potter at the same time?”

“I seriously don't even know how to answer this question,” she says.

“Good. Because I'm the one who gets to pick the spirit from the past,” I tell her. “I just called it. I'm calling dibs. You get the wish, though. That's how we'll split it.”

“What!” She stares at me like I've just stolen her toy rocket ship on the playground when we were kids. Which I did do. Sorry about that one, Princess. It was just really fucking cool. “Why can't I pick what ghost we get? That's dumb. You're dumb, Ethan.”

“Because,” I say. “I called it first. You could have called it, but you didn't. Don't worry. You get the wish. It's cool.”

“Fine. Whatever. But really, how often do you get to talk with the ghost of Abraham Lincoln?” she asks me. “I think the choice is obvious.”

“How often do you get to talk to the ghost of Alan Rickman?” I ask her. “Why are we even having this argument? I'm not going to pick the ghost of Alan Rickman. That was just an example, Princess. Keep up.”

“How can I keep up when I don't even know what we're doing?” she protests.

“I guess, yeah, you make a good point,” I say. “It's the list. We just have to do all the stuff on it. How hard can it be?”