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A Holiday Haunting: Part 2

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A Holiday Haunting: Part 2
Jack and Erin deal with new problems.

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Jack's mouth painfully stretched open. He then released a

long gasp, and his eyelids pulled back; he was now forcibly awake. Turning to
his side, he found himself partially alone. Lucy was still there, deep in
sleep, but no Erin. He called her name, but there was nothing.

Putting on sweatpants and a t-shirt, Jack searched the house

for her. He yelled her name and again there was no reply. It had never worked
like that before, but Jack was desperate. He questioned himself, Lucy, the
s ance and everything else. Worried that he had caused her banishment, Jack
needed to interrogate the medium.

But then the doorbell rang, and there was a knock at the

door.

Opening it, Jack saw a delivery man with a clipboard and a

massive box. Annoyed that the new dryer he bought on Black Friday, had finally
arrived a week late, he signed the paperwork but felt cold. Jack turned around
but saw nothing. Terrified that he was losing it, Jack turned back to the
delivery man.

The delivery man wheeled the dryer in and took the clipboard

off Jack, thanking him. The man then looked past Jack and said, "Morning,
Miss."

Behind him, Erin stood. Her mouth ajar and stood still, but

wasn't her typical ghostly self. She looked like she did last night, her skin a
pale pink while her hair was an auburn shade. Erin had the same clothes that
Jack had seen for the previous fifteen years. But something was off. Erin had
lost the white apron that covered most of the front, and the first two buttons
of her collar were undone, possibly scandalous in the 19th century.

"He saw me. He saw me." Erin said, walking towards

the open door. She ignored Jack and edged closer to the outside, the fresh air,
sounds of birds and something new to see calling her. Erin turned back to Jack
and said, "Come with me."

She then took one step outside and immediately disappeared.

"Fuck!" Lucy screamed from upstairs.

 

A post-S ance exam.

They sat around the coffee table, all struggling to think of

anything to say. Jack and Lucy had run some basic tests on Erin. She could be
seen but not be touched, but cameras could capture her. She couldn't feel
anything, but could sit in a chair without phasing through it. Should she take
a step outside the house's confines, Erin would instantly vanish and reappear
in the attic.

But Erin could change her appearance, though only subtly.

Like she could roll up her sleeves, undo a button or two and play around her
hair. That was a relief to Erin; she had only worn hair in a bob because Mrs.
Franklin demanded it.

"So, what now," Jack said, taking a sip of coffee.

"I; I don't know," Lucy shook her head, "This

is way out of my area of expertise. Honestly, I didn't even know that this
could happen."

"Would it be so wrong if I stayed like this?" Erin

said, "I can speak and I can be heard."

"But you can't touch anything." Lucy said.

"And my parents are going to be back soon. Then it's

Christmas and the house is going to be filled with people. I can see my mom and
my aunts instantly freak out if they saw you float. And, I have to go back to
Boston. I can't leave you like this."

"I know." Erin then looked at Lucy and asked,

"Can we not do the s ance again?"

"Hell no." Lucy shook her head, emphatically

underlining her point. "What we did and what happened, it's not the same.
Jack was supposed to talk to you and help you move on. Nothing about sex. We
did something, maybe something wrong, maybe something right. But it pulled you
into this plane. If we do it again, who knows what happens to you?"

"Then what next?" Jack asked.

Lucy pushed her chair back and stood up. She madly scrolled

through the contacts on her phone. "I need to speak to someone. Be back in
a sec."

Erin followed Lucy out of the room with her stare. She

paused for a moment, then leaned in towards Jack. "We should talk."

"Yeah." Jack said, trying to hide his nervousness.

"I never thought that I would be here. I'd be a

banshee, roaming this house until the Last Judgement. I accepted that. Now I
can be seen by anyone. I can be spoken to and listened. I am lost and scared.
What happens to us?"

Jack rested his hand on over hers, sinking through her

tangible form and said, "I'll work something out. Don't worry. My dad did
say he is thinking about selling the house. Maybe I take it."

Erin dropped her head down and said, "I cannot let you

do that. Live your life with a spirit. It will be dull. And there is so much I
want to see."

Leaning back, Jack smiled back at her. This was the first

time he could find out who Erin really is, as a person. "Like?"

"I want to be in the sky, flying across the ocean. To

travel to places that I have only seen briefly in those windows. The Grand
Canyon, swim in an ocean and visit Kinsale."

"Kinsale?"

"It is where I was born. I left when I was twelve. I

always wished that I would see the village again."

"Anything else?"

Erin looked away, like she was thinking; then turned back to

Jack and said, "I want to eat food that hadn't been boiled. Wear something
luxurious. I want to see a movie. And to kiss you again." She smiled.

Lucy walked back into the room. She glanced at Erin, then at

Jack, realizing something was up, but began talking.

"Okay, I spoke to a friend. She knows a lot of

left-hand path rituals, some chaos magic. You know, maybe sigils and secret
names?" she said, nodding as if they knew what she meant. "She knows
a couple of necromancers."

"Necro-mancers?" Erin asked.

"They talk to the dead. My friend's going to reach out

and get us a name. Hopefully, one who just wants to talk to the dead and
nothing more. A necromancer will know what to do."

"So, we just wait?" Jack asked.

Lucy nodded.

 

 Home Alone.

Days later, Erin stared at the TV. She was alone as Jack had

to deal with the headache of Christmas preparations. He didn't want to leave
her by herself, but Erin insisted that it was okay. This was something that
Erin knew she had to get used to. She thought back to how difficult her life
was before the s ance. Erin could easily take her current form as a constantly
visible ghost, than that hell.

One plus was now she could spend time with Jack. Last night,

they spent hours talking. Jack told her everything that had happened to him
since they last spoke. Erin was confused by his job, working as an engineer but
with computers and clouds.

Jack also showered her with questions about her own life.

Her eyes widened after each question, and she grinned madly back at him. She
told him about her life in Ireland, traveling across the Atlantic and working
in Boston. Jack showed her current photos of how the city changed. She was
amazed and saddened, seeing some of her favorite places of the city disappear.

There was one question that Erin wouldn't answer. Jack had

asked her where she would go, when she wasn't haunting the house. When he used
to see her, it was only for an hour at most, then Erin would just fade away,
and Jack would have to wait days or weeks to see her again. Erin couldn't say
anything; she just looked away. She finally said it was difficult and Jack
quickly changed the subject.

The channel that Jack left the TV on was now playing another

documentary about the World War. He told her it was a good idea for her to get
used to the twenty-first century, but Erin couldn't stomach any more
documentaries about the war. She understood Jack's reasoning; the other night,
she cried in happiness that Ireland had become independent.

A knock on the door turned Erin's head. There was no way it

could be Jack. She could hear keys rattling and the door slowly open. Someone
then called her name, a female voice. Erin phased through the walls to see who
it was. She found Lucy standing outside, darting her head in and out.

"Fuck!" Lucy stumbled back as she saw Erin appear,

covering her mouth. She took a couple of deep breaths and then said, "Hi;
Erin," Lucy nervously smiled, "Where's Jack?"

"He has gone to a store called Walm Art. He will return

in two hours' time, I hope."

"Oh." Lucy paused. "Err, can I come in?"

"Sorry," Erin stepped aside and allowed Lucy to

enter. "Did Jack give you a key?"

"Yeah," Lucy said, removing her jacket. "He

swung by and said that I should have it, just in case."

Muscle memory dictated her to ask for Lucy's coat and offer

her a drink. Erin tried to hide her embarrassment while Lucy just smiled. Erin
then followed her into the living room, trying to think about why she was here.
She didn't like the idea that Lucy could enter the house whenever she wants.
Erin knew the psychic was attracted to Jack; experiencing Lucy's feelings
during the second time she possessed her. Erin couldn't help herself but
checkout the medium's curvy frame as Lucy walked into the living room, hiding
her disappointed face.

"I have some news, but I will wait until Jack gets

back. It'll be easier to explain. But it's good." Lucy grinned. She sat
down on the sofa and asked, "What are you watching?"

"A documentary about World War 2?" Erin said, not

entirely convinced. "They call it World War 2 but do not say anything
about a previous war."

"Yeah, I can't remember what World War 1 was about.

Might watch Wonder Woman again. Do you mind if I change the channel?"

"Please," Erin replied, "It's

depressing." She then joined her on the sofa.

"So, how are you dealing with the modern world?"

Lucy asked while flicking through the channels, stopping on at E.

"It's pleasant. Yesterday, Jack showed me around the

house and I was amazed. A dishwasher, a washing machine and an automated carpet
cleaner. Those were most of my duties and would take half of my day. He showed
me um moving photograph on his phone of places he has been to. I want to see
them with my own eyes."

"I'm guessing back in the 1880s travel was

impossible."

"Only by train or steam. Now you can fly

anywhere," Erin smiled. "But what I'm most astonished by is being a
woman. I died before I could vote and now a woman can run for President. I
could only be a maid or work in a factory. Now there's so many
possibilities."

"That's really cool," Lucy said, smiling.

Erin felt herself being distracted by the TV. She turned her

head and saw a dozen of scantily-clad women grinding against men, who were
topless and had bodies like circus strongmen. Her mouth dropped, watching as a
woman sing to the camera.

Lucy saw Erin's stunned expression and quickly changed the

channel. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Erin replied, "There is so much

that is different. I need to adjust. It's just that if I were to go to a beach,
I was expected to wear bloomers that covered my limbs. It is difficult to get
used to being in an age were flesh is allowed."

"I understand. It's okay to take your time." Lucy

said. She then leaned closer and asked, "Sorry if this sounds idiotic. But
you okay with me in general? Being a medium, the drinking and the sex before
marriage?"

Erin smiled and said, "I have lived in this household

for over a century. My eyes have been open to many strange things. At first, I
prayed for my soul and I thought my impurity was the cause of this life I was
to live. As the years passed, I found myself losing that idea of sin. Families
lived here, they indulged in vices that I found wicked. But they were still
loving and moral people."

"Wow," Lucy smirked and said, "One day, you

must tell me what you saw over the years."

Going back to Lucy's words and all the things she

experienced got Erin thinking. In the hundred-odd years she had been trapped in
this house, she had caught numerous couples screw late at night. Some were
unmarried, others were of different races, which shocked her, but Erin found
them loving, which just compounded to her jealousy.

Erin had also seen couples have different types of sex, none

like the ways she was told or experienced. Her fianc had been drunk during
their entire courtships; she doubted he would have been sober enough to
cock-stand. Robert just pushed her down on a billiards table and had his way
with her. Erin thought she had enjoyed that, but it was nothing compared to
what Jack made her feel the other night. It felt unusual, but she loved every
moment of him touching her down below.

"Um," Erin looked away before opening her mouth,

"Lucy, can I ask you something? It is delicate."

Lucy shrugged, "Sure."

"Jack. He laid me down and used his tongue; on my

quim." Erin said blushing. "Is this normal?"

"Yeah," Lucy blurted out. "Sorry. Most guys

do that now. If you're lucky." She smirked at Erin, who remained
nonplussed.

"Has sex really changed that much?"

"One sec," Lucy stood up and skipped to the

kitchen. She returned ten minutes later with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"If we're having girl time, we need wine."

Lucy popped open the bottle and poured, then stopped.

"Shit, I forgot. I'm sorry. Are you okay if I drink?"

"Please," Erin replied, smiling. "My church

said it was a sin. They encouraged to be teetotal. The man who I was supposed
to marry died due to it. When I tasted wine and became hysteric. I thought that
was the reason I was stuck in this house. Now I'm not sure. But I would love
another taste."

"Hopefully soon." Lucy then took a long sip and

said, "Okay ;  sex. Sex is nothing like you have experienced in the
1800s. There are handjobs, blowjobs, anal, bondage, choking and group sex. What
Jack did to you ;  I admit I'm jealous. Because most guys won't do that,
but still expect you to blow them."

"Blow?"

"You put a penis in your mouth and suck on it."

"Oh Christ," Erin muttered.

Lucy then lifted up her phone, and loaded up a website. She

then stopped herself, glanced at Erin and typed something else like she had
changed her mind. She clicked on a video thumbnail and scooted closer to the
spirit.

"This is sex now."

Erin moaned, watching a young blonde who looked a passing resemblance

to Lucy, on a bed. She was nude and smiling at a tattooed man. She quickly
stripped the man of his clothes, and then the couple kissed, rolling on the
bed. Erin noticed that the woman was completely bare in the between. The man
then kissed the woman in the cunt, just like Jack had done to her.

"Wow," Erin moaned, "She looks like she is

really enjoying herself."

Erin felt the need to shift her weight on the sofa while she

continued to watch.

"Well, she's an actress. I should tell you that this is

fake. But you need to know that it's okay to like sex and how you can enjoy
it." Lucy then paused as they both watched the blonde actress get on her
hands and knees. "That's the doggy-style position, very popular and feels
great."

Erin pursed her lip like she was trying not to laugh.

Everything she had been taught, from her mother, Sunday School and the church,
told her that premarital sex was an affront to the Lord. And sex in marriage
was only for procreation. Now she could enjoy it.

"I have to admit something, Lucy," Erin said,

trying to look away from the video, "When me and Jack um fucked. I drew on
your thoughts to make it more enjoyable."

"I've been meaning to ask you about that." Lucy

paused the video and took another sip of the wine. "Jack told me about the
first time you possessed me and tried to kiss him."

"I'm so sorry."

"That's okay. I really just want to know how you were

able to possess me? I've talked to spirits before, some probably fake, some
hundred-percent real. But I've never been possessed."

"I can't explain," Erin said. "It just

happened and then I felt pain, you fighting back and mine own struggle. But I
can tell you about the other time. It was easy. I just drew on your attraction
to Jack."

"It's like a tulpa," Lucy said, slowly smiling.

"It has to be a tulpa!"

"Tulpa?"

"A tulpa is a being or an object created through

intense thought. You have created something like this, linking you with Jack.
When me and Jack were on the sofa, were you just haunting the house or were you
drawn to this spot."

"I just appeared here and saw you two."

"Yeah," Lucy grinned, "This is great. I've

got an idea on how we can help you."

Erin nodded and looked away. She should apologize. Erin saw

the blonde medium less of an adventuress, a strumpet who would seduce Jack, and
more of a real person. And someone eager to help her. Erin knew she still had
to adjust her 19th century way of thinking to the modern world.

"Hey," Lucy said, getting Erin's attention.

"Don't worry about me and Jack. I can tell he only wants you, especially
now he can actually be with you. You know, have conversations. And I like you
and I don't want to mess with a 19th century Irish ghost."

Erin chuckled and covered her mouth. She wanted to believe

that Lucy was genuine; she disliked being this jealous woman. When she was
alive, with a body and everything, she had few friends. It was mainly due to
her betrothed and the need to move cities for work.

"What happened to you? When I possessed you?"

"Hmm," Lucy paused and then said, "The first

time I felt nothing, I was like asleep. When you did it again, it was like
watching TV. I was standing in a dark room. Watching two screens and I could
hear my voice, but it didn't sound like me. You leaned in and kissed Jack and
it felt so weird. I'll be interested to try it again. Hell, if you ever want to
have some fun with Jack, you can use my body." She grinned.

Again, Erin blushed and went red, thinking about floating

away from this conversation.

 

Left Hand Magic.

Jack opened the door and made a beeline to the kitchen. He

ignored the dulled sounds of music being played and talking in the other room,
assuming that it was just the TV. After stocking the fridge, he had to check on
Erin. It was a weird relationship. She was like his girlfriend but also his
patient. Jack just tried to focus on Lucy coming through for them.

Walking into the living room, he found Erin and Lucy both on

the sofa. The blonde medium was playing music on her phone while Erin nodded
her head over the beat, her eyes closed. This was good. Jack knew that Erin
would need someone else to talk to. Like with any other relationship, his
neurotic side flared, and Jack was worried that he was suffocating Erin. It
helped that Lucy knew what Erin was going through, wouldn't freak out and is
around the same age.

"Oh, you're back," Erin said, smiling. She stood

up and walked through the coffee table to be at his side. "Did you get
everything?"

"Yep," He nodded, "So, what have you guys

been up to?"

"I'm just showing her what music is like now, and

Instagram. And some other things." Lucy said, smirking at Erin.

Jack caught the smile and glanced at Erin, who had gone red.

Ignoring their feminine secrets, he sat down and asked, "So, do you have
any news?"

"Yep," Lucy replied and went for her bag. "You

ever heard of a grimoire?"

They both shook their heads, which Lucy had suspected they

would do. She then gave them a brief explanation of a grimoire. It meant a book
of spells, but more accurately, it was a textbook of magic. She had underlined
certain pages, focused more on left-hand path magic, which went over both Jack
and Erin's heads. The grimoire that Lucy had been given, had instructions on
how to resurrect a body.

"From what I read, resurrecting the dead is near

impossible. Especially when the dead has been dead for over a hundred years.
You need to evocate the person's spirit from wherever they are, say Hell or
Heaven. That takes a lot of energy, and like it takes forever with like a
zero-point-one chance percent of getting it right. But since Erin's spirit is
still on Earth, we have a shot."

"Fuck." Jack said. He then glanced at Erin and

quickly apologized.

"No, you are right," Erin nodded, dumbfounded as

he was, "So, I can be human?"

"Possibly," Lucy said, walking closer to the

couple, the dirt-brown book of spells in her hands. "We need some things.
Dirt from your grave, for one. Some other stuff, like salt, candles, herbs.
Also, there might be sex magic involved."

"Sex magic?" Erin said, "How? What?"

"This is left-hand path magic!" Lucy yelled,

"There's always stuff involving sex."

"So, when do we do this?" Jack asked, pouring

himself a glass of wine; he needed it. Glancing at Erin, she looked like she
wanted one as well.

"We need to pick the right date. A date real

important." Lucy then got in front of Erin and asked, "What do you
remember about the day you died?"

"I um; it's hard," Erin said, "I can't.

No."

"The diary doesn't say much. All I know that she died

on December 21st."

"December 21st?" Lucy repeated, "The Winter

Solstice usually falls on 20th or 21st. If Erin was murdered on the Winter
Solstice, it can explain a lot. Tulpas. Midwinter. This is getting weird."

Lucy told him that she will explain later. But there was a

plan, and all they had to do is get some materials, research more into Erin's
life and wait a week. Jack remembered that the ritual would probably happen
with his parents around, maybe his sisters. He needed another drink.

Nudity Norms.

Erin felt comfortable, sitting in the living room with Jack,

watching a Christmas movie. It was a pleasant feeling. Jack was supposed to be
working, but he told her that he was now in the holiday zone, so he was
expected to do the bare minimum until the new year. When she asked what his
boss would say, Jack replied that he's probably doing the same right now. If
this was what the modern world truly is, then Erin knew she would love it.

She glanced at Jack, and he smirked back at her. Last night

was still replaying her head. They were in bed, and had finished watching
another Christmas movie. Some of the jokes Erin didn't get, also the ending was
confusing. Frozen orange juice and future markets. Overall, she enjoyed the
movie but was curious about the amount of nudity in some shows, and asked if
that was normal.

"Depends on the time and what you are watching,"

Jack said, "When you see actors and actresses naked, sometimes its just as
is, like they're waking up or taking a shower. Over times, it's sexual and they
might even pretend to have sex."

"You mean fucking?" Erin grinned.

"What?"

Erin explained that she picked up some modern words. Jack

immediately guessed it had to be Lucy. There was literally no one else.

"I have only had sex twice in my life. Well, once when

I was alive," Erin smiled, "What happened with us was unexpected and
I had to tell someone. And she taught me some new words." Erin then moved
closer and shocked him, "Lucy even showed me videos. Porn."

Jack stayed still, not believing what he had heard. He had

tried to work out how and why Lucy showed Erin porn. For the last couple of
days, he had tried to be protective of her nineteenth-century mind, slowly
exposing herself to the modern world. He looked at her, seeing if she was
embarrassed. He couldn't tell. No, she looked more curious.

He had to ask Erin what she was shown, intrigued at what she

thought. Erin then described the scenes in vivid detail, telling the actions of
the porn actors, her own emotions and what Lucy said. A man and woman slowly
undressed, she was eaten out, then she gave the man a blowjob and then they had
sex. Pretty vanilla.

"Can I ask you something? Were you watching porn that

night?" Erin then asked.

That night. It felt so long ago to Jack; his life had

changed so much. He told her yes, and wasn't surprised when Erin asked what
type of porn. Lucy had really provided her some tutoring as Erin began rattling
off porn genres.

"Do you want to see what I watched?"

Erin blushed but nodded her head.

Jack set his laptop on the bed, directly in between them. He

told her what he usually liked, amateur, lesbian and Point of view. Looking at
Erin, her face was red, but she had this eager look on her, still curious. He
played some videos, letting her watch for a while before asking her opinion.

"It's. It's something," she said, sounding

breathless.

Erin watched each video carefully, amazed. One was through a

man's eyes, bedding a young woman with many tattoos, which confused her as
tattoos only belong to wealthy males during her time. Her eyes would drift to
the right side of the page, suggested scenes. The words they used shocked her,
anal, stepmom and orgy. Jack then played another movie; this time, it was two
women. Erin had this initial disgust, but it slowly disappeared as the women
sensually writhed together.

It quickly got too much for her. She turned to face Jack,

seeing a large bulge in his pants. She didn't know why, but Erin asked if Jack
needed to sort himself. She insisted. He nervously pulled out his penis; her
eyes flared at the sight of it, hard and veiny. With his dominant hand, Jack then
slowly stroked his shaft.

Erin quickly became entranced by the action, wishing that

she could touch his cock again. But she became distracted, heat from her groin
rippled up to her brain; Erin wanted to touch herself. Her eyes glued on him,
she hitched up her skirt and slid her hand underneath her bloomers.

Both Jack and Erin forgot about the Female-female-male scene

that was playing and just stared at each other. Jack's hand became a blur over
his cock, while Erin had slid two fingers deep into her pussy. There was little
resistance from her Catholic upbringing; all those years she had been told that
self-pleasure was a mortal sin were forgotten.

Jack then cried out her name as ropes of cum shot out his

cockhead. He grabbed a tissue and quickly caught the other spurts. Erin came
immediately after him, also crying his name. There was no awkwardness between
them as they settled in bed, watching each other as their breathing went back
to normal. Jack then said something that made Erin's heart thud, saying that he
wished that he could kiss her.

She didn't want to think about that as they watched TV. She

was still this spirit, telling herself that this could be her life until the
Last Judgement.

Still, Erin couldn't believe that she would ever try

something like that with a man. Glancing at him, he was more handsome than her
previous men. It was no contest with Patrick, her forty-something betrothed.
With rotten teeth and shaking hands, Erin had hated the thought of touching
him.

Jack was more like Robert. Not physically, Jack was taller

but didn't have Robert's square jaw and his lighter brown hair. Since seeing
his naked body during the s ance, Erin noticed that Jack was more athletic than
her previous lover. But Jack had Robert's charming and intelligent personality.
He was also honest and aware of his limitations, unlike Robert. Whenever they
were away from the Franklins, Erin would see him turn into an almighty braggart
after a drink.

They heard the front door opened then quickly closed.

Lucy Prepares for a Resurrection.

"Erin? Jack?" Lucy yelled.

"In here," Jack said back.

She was carrying a big tote bag as she walked into the

living room. "Hey guys," Lucy smiled, "You okay?"

Both Jack and Erin shrugged and then nodded their heads,

saying fine at the same time.

"What are you guys watching?" Lucy asked, facing

the TV.

"I don't know," Erin then turned to Jack and

asked, "Which movie is this one?"

"It's the Mistletoe Connection."

"I've been watching a number of these Hallmark

Christmas movies." Erin said, then shrugged her shoulders. "I do enjoy
them, but I am finding a pattern. Struggling family business, a woman from the
big city, a father with a young child and a lack of minorities?"

She glanced at Jack to see if she was correct. He smiled and

nodded.

"We've been watching Christmas movies non-stop. If this

ritual goes like it should, then Erin's going to be out in the world with no
pop culture reference point. We watched Gremlins earlier and I figured that she
needs a palate cleanser."

"I was streaked," Erin said, looking back at Lucy.

"She means scared."

"For once, I was glad that I am a spirit. Those

monsters would have made me cascade if I had a body."

"She means puke." Jack then turned to Erin, and

they exchanged grins.

"You need to switch to Netflix Christmas movies.

There's more variety." Lucy said. She took a seat and pulled the grimoire.
"I need to ask you some questions, Erin. I want to make sure that we can
get everything right for the ritual. Also, I can't find where you were
buried."

"Of course."

"Why don't you guys take the living room. I probably

should do some work today." Jack said, standing up. "Do you want some
coffee, Lucy?"

Lucy said yes, and they quickly settled around the coffee

table. She booted up her laptop and asked Erin about her past, trying to
squeeze information out of her last days alive. Erin gave vague answers back to
her. She had been asked about this before, she hated thinking back.

"What's going on?" Lucy asked, lowering her

notepad.

"What do you mean?"

"You keep looking away and you're repeating yourself. What's

going on?"

"It's just," Erin said, but then stopped.

"Lucy, I just need to tell someone about what had happened."

Erin then leaned in, wanting to make sure that there was no

way Jack could eavesdrop on them. Erin then told her how she and Jack watched
porn, first describing the videos she saw. She caught Lucy's eyes widen as she
went on. Erin then did a long exhale and told her that the evening ended with
her and Jack mutually masturbating.

Just like a move from a sitcom, Lucy did a spit take. Wiping

her mouth, she turned back to Erin and said, "Sorry. But that's really
hot. I didn't know that you can do that."

"Nor did I," Erin replied, "I just can't

control myself around him. I want to feel him again. To kiss him."

"Just kiss?"

Erin blushed and dropped her head. "I do have some

other carnal thoughts."

"Let's see what happens tomorrow. If I'm reading this

thing right. You might get to have some fun tomorrow."

"If only," Erin said.

"So, you going to do it again?" Lucy asked

grinning.

Erin said nothing, trying not to laugh.

"Hey, I'm a pervert," Lucy said, shrugging her

shoulders.

They went back to their research. Finding Erin's burial was

difficult. Her death certificate was nonexistent. Either the hundred years that
passed since her death made it impossible to find, or it was another insult by
the Franklins.

"O, space, then C-E-A-L-L-A-C-H-A-I-N," Erin said,

spelling out her last name.

"I'm not going to pretend to try to pronounce

that." Lucy typed in the search bar and then asked, "I thought your
last name is O'Callaghan?"

"It is. That's just the Irish spelling. Jack said that

if we are successful, I'll need identity papers. I may shorten it to
Callaghan." Erin shrugged and looked away.

With that done, Erin helped Lucy find her grave. She learnt

that the Franklins had her buried in a Potter's field-like cemetery in a town
near the border with New Hampshire. She also told Lucy more about her life,
traveling across the Atlantic from Ireland, Boston and being forced to move to
Portland due to Patrick.

They were in deep concentration, but quickly looked up,

hearing a car door slam shut. Then some voices that sounded like there were
coming from outside.

 

Parents Pop In.

The front door opened, and a deep-sounding voice yelled,

"Jack?"

Jack jumped out of his chair; he was already prepared. He

had been going over this moment since morning. He had to distract his parents
while Lucy and, more importantly, Erin had to exit without drawing too much
attention. His mom will probably faint if she saw Erin phase through walls, his
dad would definitely spend an hour asking Erin to do tricks.

He met them by the door and quickly lobbed questions at

them. While his dad went upstairs to use the bathroom, Jack marshaled his mom
into the kitchen. He showed her what he had bought for Christmas dinner, and
asked about other things that they might need.

In the living room, Lucy frantically piled her notes, her

laptop and the grimoire back in her bag. She bounced from different spots of
the room, trying to tidy up without being caught. Erin followed her around the
room, not knowing what else to do.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Lucy said out loud but to

herself.

"Please be calm," Erin said, resting a hand on

Lucy's shoulder though both could feel nothing. "We can say that we border
together. But that we have to go now."

"That's not a bad idea." Lucy replied. She paused

and stared at Erin's clothes. "Can you do yourself up. Like how you used
to look."

Erin had her sleeves pulled up to her elbows, her hair down

and her shoes were under Jack's bed. It was this weird quirk that she could
change her appearance briefly, but it would just reset itself to how she always
looked. Sometimes it was random, or if she just thought strongly enough.

She nodded her head, and then Erin pressed her chest like

she was doing the pledge of allegiance. With a quick flash, every bit of her
clothing and her hair was back in its place. "Let's go," she said.

While Jack was distracting his mother, they walked to the

door, both looking at the kitchen. As Lucy opened the door, she waved at Erin and
pointed to her mouth.

Erin got the hint and said, "Bye Jack. We have to

go."

"Thanks for your help," Lucy added.

They watched as a woman in her late fifties walked out of

the kitchen. She was then joined by Jack. He looked like he was biting his lower
lip.

"Well, hello," she said. Her face had this

inquisitive look like she was quickly judging them.

"Hello, I am Erin," she said, "This is Miss;

umm Lucy."

"Hi, I'm Mary. Jack's mom," she replied,

"That's umm interesting dress that you are wearing."

Erin stayed quiet, her face frozen and her eyes stretched

wide.

"Oh, Erin's just shy," Lucy said, "She came

from a rehearsal." She then turned to Erin and asked, "You're playing
Scrooge's maid, right?"

"Yes," Erin replied, not sounding anywhere

convincing. "I'm sorry, but we need to be leaving."

Jack left his mom's side and walked to the door, blocking

her view of Erin just in case. "See you guys later," he said loud
enough for his mom to hear him. He then leaned in and whispered, "Hide in
my room, I'll be up soon."

Both Lucy and Erin nodded. Jack slowly closed the door,

watching Erin fade away as soon as she stepped outside. Lucy twisted her head
left to right; he guessed that she was checking if anyone noticed a
nineteenth-century maid disappear. Jack then locked the door and turned around,
seeing his mother giving him a sly look. She suspected something. She was going
to ask him so many questions, he knew it.

 

Inconvenient Parents.

Erin stared out of the window, bored. She realized that she

had never really checked out the change in her surroundings. That was
interesting for a while, but after two hours, she needed something else to do.
Erin had tried to see if she could focus all her energy and press the TV remote
power button but got nowhere.

She attempted not to think about the ceremony tomorrow.

Thoughts of her future, of Jack and life would occasionally creep in her head,
and Erin had to ignore them. She trusted herself, knowing that if it went wrong
and she would stay like this, that she could survive. But what about Jack?

There was a knock and Erin turned her head.

"Erin?" Jack said before opening the door and

poking his head in.

"Jack?"

"Sorry, I had to leave you alone for so long. Mom and

Dad really wanted to know what I've been up to."

Jack then climbed onto his bed and switched the TV on. He

flipped through the channels before settling on ESPN. He looked at the door as
he played around with the volume.

"I understand." Erin then joined him on the bed.

"Oh yeah. Mom really likes the tree. I told her that

you helped me decorate it."

"Were they upset that I didn't fully introduce myself

to them?"

"No. Not really. But over dinner, Mom wanted to know

about you. I had to think of something to say. I told them that I met you
recently and we've been seeing each other. Also, you're crashing at
Lucy's."

"Seeing each other?" Erin replied, "Is that

what modern courtship is?"

"Something like that," Jack said, smiling,

"What was courtship like in 1800s?"

"Courtship was not for people like me. Especially for

someone from Ireland. My Dad worked with a man and the fellow said he was
looking for a wife. My Dad then brought him home one night, I may have said
five words to Patrick during dinner. Two weeks later, we were engaged."

"Whoa. Is that what you wanted?"

"I never had a say. My parents said I was to be married

and that was it."

"What did you think about Patrick?"

"A drunk," Erin said, rolling her eyes. "I

could tell the type of husband he was going to be during that dinner. I was to be
a nurse for him, bring him whiskey, wash him and clean off umm vomit from his
mouth." She blushed again, still not comfortable with some modern words.

"But when he died. How old were you? Couldn't you marry

someone else?"

"I was 25. A different time. One that I am so happy to

be out of." Erin smiled. "There is something I want to ask. Is
courtship similar to dating?"

"Dating?"

"I've heard that word spoken so many times in this

house. Back when I was alive, dating meant buying a night with a whore."

Jack tried to explain what dating meant now. The use of

apps, having coffee dates or low-key ones like going shopping. Also, casual sex
and friends-with-benefits. The dating stages, how couples usually go from
casual acquaintances to dating, boyfriend and girlfriend, moving into together
and finally getting married if they like. He saw Erin's shocked look when he
explained that divorce was so common and accepted. Jack carried on, saying how
some couples don't use labels to describe themselves; some do while others have
their own thing. Embarrassed, but Jack had no choice to use experience from his
own life.

"We have had sex." Erin said, slowly smiling,

"I guess we're more boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Probably." Jack replied, smirking at her.

Jack's phone then started buzzing and interrupted them.

Reaching to the nightstand, Lucy was calling him on Facetime. He turned to Erin
and said, "Lucy's video-calling me."

"Video-calling? So, she can see us? Wow."

Jack answered and said, "Hey Lucy, what's up? Where are

you?"

They could see Lucy in a dimly lit storeroom. There were

boxes of Budweiser beer and whiskey stacked behind her. Her clothes also looked
weird for her, wearing a white shirt and a black leather apron. There was no
make-up on her face, and her hair was tied back.

"I got a shift at the Cord & Rifle. Anyway, how you

guys doing?"

Erin looked at Jack, he shrugged, and she turned back to

Lucy saying, "We're good."

"What happened to your mom & dad?"

"They had some questions. I told them that I've been

seeing Erin for a while and you guys came over, so I can help you with your
laptop."

"And. I am uh, crashing; at your home," Erin said,

emphasizing any modern words.

"Cool, cool." Lucy looked passed her phone, then

there was a knock and a muffled voice. She nodded and said, "They need me
back behind the bar. There was also one thing. Tomorrow, it's just us and your
parents, right? Like your sisters aren't going to burst in while we're burning
sage or nude?"

"Nude?" Erin looked at Jack, squinting her eyes.

He shook his head and turned back to Lucy, "No. You

don't have to worry about them. Katie and Beth will be flying out on 23rd. They
got tickets to Taylor Swift tomorrow. Unless LA gets a plague of spiders, they
are going to be there."

"Okay then," Lucy nodded, "So, we need to

drug your parents," she said, so casual. She then looked away, mouthing
'what' at someone. "Shit, I need to go."

"What do you mean, drug my parents?"

"Yeah, we need to drug them." Lucy stood up and

looked like she was moving.

"Why?"

"They have to be drugged," Lucy replied, "Bye

guys!"

Jack glanced at Erin, then back to his blank phone screen.

Tomorrow is going to be a long, stressful day.

***

In a couple of hours, the Winter Solstice would happen, and

Erin sat on Jack's bed. She watched him paced in the room, on the phone with
one of his sisters. He said that he was helping her out with a computer
problem, but as he talked to his sister, Erin only heard half of the
conversation and it made no sense to her.

She never really interacted with anyone else in the house.

Before Jack and his family moved in, Erin tried to keep to herself, always in
the corner of the eye of the house's occupants for a quick second, then
disappearing. She didn't even want to be seen by Jack initially but had no
choice as her attic became his bedroom. Few times, she would find herself in
his sisters' rooms and would see them. Erin struggled to remember their names.
What was she supposed to say whenever she meets them?

Erin clenched her eye shut, hating herself. It was wrong to think

about the future. There were so many things that could go wrong.

Jack ended the called and turned to Erin, "I hate being

the family's I T support," he said, rolling his eyes.

"I T?"

"Never mind." He settled on the bed next to her

and slipped on his boots. "It'll be weird when I introduce you to them.
Katie will be anywhere from cool to disinterested. I know for a fact that Beth
will be asking you non-stop questions. She's a pain like that."

Erin smiled and said, "You're being too confident. It

might not happen. And if this ritual fails, I will accept it with grace."

"Really?"

"I need to. Just so I can stay sane."

"I've got a text from Lucy. She's outside." Jack

stood up and grabbed his jacket. "I have faith something will happen.
Something good," he said, smiling back at her. "It's like a 40-minute
drive to the cemetery. We will be a while. Try to stay here until me or Lucy
come up."

"Good luck," Erin replied.

It was getting too much for her. Erin knew how she was

feeling over him. She loved Jack. It terrified her. If the ritual fails, what
would happen to Jack, Erin asked herself. He had this single-minded focus on
helping her. She was worried that if it doesn't work, he won't be able to move
on.

 

Lucy pulled her Ford over and cut the engine. Jack wasn't

going to say anything to her, but her car should not be making those types of
sounds. It was like a Transformer was having a heart attack. Looking out of the
window, he didn't see anyone.

They left the car and slowly walk to the wall; it looked low

enough for them to climb. Jack didn't know if there was some kind of night
guard but said to Lucy that they should sneak in, just in case. She agreed, and
soon he was boosting her over the wall. Climbing over, Jack landed on frozen
grass that crunch with every step. They were lucky with the wind howling,
making enough noise to cover their movements.

"You ever been in a cemetery before?" Lucy asked,

flashing the torch at a gravestone.

"No. Have you?"

"Yeah," she replied, "Loads of times; its

part of the job. When I started hearing voices of the dead, I was like a goth
goddess. Every Friday, someone was dragging me to a cemetery or a graveyard.
Guys would hit on me all the time. I gave my first handy at a grave."

"I got my first one during a school trip to

Bangor," he said, looking at a gravestone, "I'm pretty sure that I
told Erin about it."

"How's Erin handling it?" Lucy asked, "Is she

freaking out being a real woman again?"

"Not really."

Lucy stopped and Jack did the same.

"Have you guys said anything about the future?"

Jack sighed and shook his head.

"Where's she going to stay? You're going back to

Boston; is she going to follow you or stay here? She will need help with ID and
social security."

"I know. But Erin just doesn't want to think about the

future. Talking about Boston, what she wants to do with her life and everything
else, it will fucking hurt if tomorrow she's still a ghost. She's protecting
herself."

Lucy nodded and said, "I understand."

Jack looked around, feeling that they were lost. Realizing

that there was no guard and they were definitely alone, Jack and Lucy walked to
the entrance. From there, they methodically worked their way up, finding Erin's
grave after thirty minutes of searching.

Lucy bent down and jammed a trowel into the ground. The

frozen soil being too hard for her and Jack quickly took over. It took a couple
of jabs to loosen the dirt. He scooped it up and funneled it into a sterilized
container. Jack did ask why the box had to be sterilized.

"You ever seen the Fly?" Lucy replied, tightening

the lid around the plastic box, "You don't want her DNA mixing with
something else. Turning her into a hybrid."

"Really?"

"Nah. It's just what it says to do in the

grimoire," Lucy grinned, "Okay's let's get the hell out of here and roofie
your parents."

The Resurrection at Solstice.

Jack searched the pantry for marshmallows, knowing that they

were there somewhere. Lucy was upstairs with Erin. She was surprisingly easy to
sneak into the house without his mom and dad noticing. While she was keeping
Erin company, Jack was making his parents cocoa. Lucy had given him some weird
smelling liquid to mix into the cocoa. It should make them fall asleep. He had
to hide his look of glee when his dad said yes when he asked. If he didn't,
they would be in trouble.

He handed them the cocoa and settled down on the sofa, away

from his parents. They were watching some Holiday cake show, and Jack would
occasionally look up from his phone; they were still awake but getting quiet.
Five minutes, he caught his mom closing her eyes and his dad doing that move of
falling asleep, then jolting back awake. Ten minutes later, they were both deep
asleep. He knew that they would be pissed at him in the morning, letting them
sleep all night on the sofa.

Waiting another ten minutes, Jack checked that they were

still asleep and texted Lucy. It took just seconds for Erin to suddenly appear
in his living room and the sound of Lucy running down the stairs. Both also
checked if his parents were out cold; he guessed that they were also scared of being
interrupted.

"What did you give them?" Jack asked, staring at

his snoring parents.

"Oh, Valerian root and CBD oil," Lucy said,

"We should get ready."

"How long do we have?" Erin asked.

"We got time," Lucy replied, looking at her phone.

"The solstice is at 12:34am. This ritual has to happen during that
time."

"So, what do we have to do?" Jack said.

They went back into Jack's room. Just like the s ance, they

had to use the bedroom to host the ritual. Jack pushed everything to one side
again, leaving a large empty space. Lucy made another circle, this time out of
salt. There was something wrong with this; Jack had seen horror movies that use
rings of salt as protection from the Devil. He wanted to ask if they're
technically practicing Satanism.

"This is just to make sure that we contain any kind of

magic that we've created," Lucy said.

After the circle was done, Jack placed seven black candles

around the ring. They smelt funny, like someone could get high from the fumes.
Lucy then put the grave dirt in the circle, making a pile with her hands.
Directly opposite the soil, she positioned the silver bucket they had used
before. While they worked on the preparations, Erin stood next to the door,
silently watching them.

Once Lucy said they were ready, they headed downstairs and

to the kitchen. There was still some time to go, at least forty minutes. They
could have waited in Jack's room, but both he and Lucy were too scared to touch
anything and ruin the ritual. With Jack's parents snoring in the living room,
they settled around the kitchen table.

"Do you want something to drink?" Jack asked,

breaking the silence between them.

"Oh, god yes."

Jack reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of

whiskey. "Dad got a bottle of Maker's Mark from my uncle," he said,
pouring glasses for him and Lucy.

They both quickly finished the bourbon and refilled their

glasses. But Jack paused before taking another sip. He looked up from his drink
to Erin and said, "Sorry about this."

"Me too," Lucy said, hesitating as well.

"But, if this works. I'm going to take you to a bar and we'll get
hammered."

Erin looked away and chuckled to herself. "Today, is it

really that special? The Winter Solstice."

"Yeah," Lucy said, "There's so many things

that happen today. Yule is celebrated today by pagans and Satanists. Then
there's the whole life-death-reborn symbolism of it, being the shortest
day."

She took another sip of bourbon and asked, "If this

ritual works or doesn't, you're still going to experience a modern Christmas.
How was that like back in 1890s?"

Erin let out a quick smile and shrugged her shoulders. She

said, "It was the same. There was Father Christmas ;  Santa,
Christmas trees and presents. When I was alive, I'd go to church number of
times before Christmas. My mam and my nana would give me presents on 6th
December. How about you two? What are your traditions?"

"Mine are really boring," Jack said, "Typical

Christmas. Exchange gifts, eat too much, drink too much. But it's the only time
my sisters do all of the cooking. Like Christmas dinner is their time to shine.
Later in the evening, we go to the movies. Lucy?"

"Pass," she said, "With this talking to dead

people, I never really celebrated Christmas. Normally out getting drunk with
friends or strangers."

Lucy then checked her phone and then said, "We should

probably stop drinking. It's getting near midnight and I probably shouldn't be
swaying when I start reading the grimoire. And if you drink too much, it might
affect your plumbing. And we need a good, sexy, show."

Jack rolled his eyes and stood up. He said, "I don't

know anything about sex magic and what it does. But I really think you just
want to watch us fuck."

Erin stood next to him, blushing uncontrollably. She covered

her face and looked away.

"Maybe," Lucy grinned, "You guys go to your

room and I'm gonna get changed and we'll start."

Jack and Erin were in his bedroom, standing inside the

circle. They stayed quiet, not even keeping eye contact with each other. Jack would
open his mouth from time to time and try to say something, probably some
reassuring words to Erin. He had none, though; so he kept his mouth shut and
waited.

His bedroom door swung open, and in walked Lucy. She had

changed, replacing her jeans and sweatshirt with an ankle-length black dress.
It had long sleeves and fit snugly around her curves. She also pulled her long
blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing black lipstick and eye shadow.

She could see them staring at her and said, "I'm trying

to match what they were usually wear for this kind of thing."

"So, should we get started?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. You start lighting the candles. I'm going to

start the fire and burn the sage."

It was just like as Jack thought, the weird-smelling candles

that he placed around the circle started exhaling a strange odor. It smelt like
weed, but some cheap, disgusting weed. After that was done, he joined Erin back
in the circle.

Smoke from the sage filled the room, but it wasn't

overpowering like the night of the s ance. Lucy held the grimoire tightly and
rounded the circle, standing in front of the dirt. "I'm going to start
reading the grimoire. When you can, start kissing and do you-know-what."

"Are you okay?" Jack asked as he stood in front of

Erin.

"Yeah. I'm calm."

Jack dropped his eyes to her hands. She was trembling.

"Okay guys, let's get weird," Lucy said before she

began reading.

"Our good being. Bear this night lights open this fruit

female. Set the Cork grass light. Her fruit diminished. Days gathering seasons
said air together for every day lost. Given her wherein dry replenish. Light
her subdued wings."

Lucy lowered her head, facing Jack and Erin. They both

looked puzzled. Lucy rolled her eyes and said, "Just, kiss now!"

Jack tried to take Erin's hand, but his fingers went through

hers. She widened her eyes, scared at what was not happening. She was still
non-corporeal. Something had gone wrong, and they could be out of time.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Lucy said to herself,

frantically flipping through the grimoire.

Jack kept eye contact with Erin and asked, "Lucy, can't

we do this another day?"

"No. Today is the day Erin died and it falls on the

Winter Solstice. We might have to wait another year or two for the right time
to occur, again."

"If we wait," he said, still looking at a scared

Erin, "There is no way Erin could go unnoticed by my parents. Even if I
stay here."

Lucy jumped into the circle and stood in front of Erin.

"You have to possess me."

"What?" Erin said, nearly yelling,

"Why?"

"You two need to have sex. That's it. It doesn't matter

whose body you use. The tulpa or whatever link you have with Jack is spiritual,
not physical."

Erin stayed dumbfounded for a second before asking,

"Are you sure this will help us or is this related to what we discussed
before, about me possessing you?"

"All to help you," Lucy said, sounding dead

serious.

"Would you be okay with this?" Erin asked, looking

at Jack.

He nodded his head, acting non-committal. Jack had no idea

what else to say.

"Okay," Erin said, nodding her head.

She turned around and slowly backed into Lucy's body. She

instantly went stiff, not moving for at least five seconds. Lucy then relaxed
and slowly smiled, turning to face Jack.

"Erin?" He asked.

"Yes," Lucy's body nodded, "I'm okay."

"How does it feel?"

"Comfortable. Like an old shoe. I can hear Lucy. She's

okay but wants us to have sex immediately."

"Is that what she said?"

"Not in those words," Erin grinned.

They both leaned in and kissed. Erin parted Lucy's lips, and

their tongues met. It felt weird for Jack; it was like he was cheating on Erin.
But it didn't feel like Erin had any doubts. She pushed Lucy's body tight
against him, rubbing the medium's larger tits on his chest. They then pulled
back and grinned at each other, both enjoying the taboo of it.

"We should; fuck now," Erin said.

Jack had to smile; he swore it was the first time he had

heard her curse. He loved that.

He kissed Erin again and reached behind her, feeling for her

zip. Their lips stayed locked as Jack slowly unzipped the dress, pulling down
the fabric to reveal a sensible beige bra. Jack didn't know why he expected
Lucy would wear a lace bra to a necromancy ritual. With Jack's help, Erin
stepped out of the dress and was standing in just her underwear.

Hearing Lucy's words in her head, demanding more, Erin

pulled Jack's t-shirt off his head. She ran her hand down his chest, liking how
his chest felt on her fingers. It was time for her to take charge. Erin pushed
him back, hitting the bed. Jack sat on the edge, and she quickly straddled him,
forcing herself onto him. Their lips met again and Erin wrapped her arms around
him. She probed her tongue inside his mouth, wrestling with his for what felt
like an hour.

Stopping for air, Jack caught Lucy's firm tit under his

nose. He tugged on the bra straps, and quickly Erin was topless. The medium's
naked tits were different from Erin's, her areolas bigger with and deep shade
of pink, her nipples rounder and stubbier. Erin nodded, and Jack devoured her tits,
sucking on them tightly.

Erin threw her head back, groaning loudly. It felt so good.

She should have been worried that Jack was playing with Lucy's tits, not hers,
but the sensation Erin was getting from having the nipples sucked was too much
to ignore. She squirmed on his lap, feeling his bulge rubbing up against her
thigh. She needed it.

She pulled Jack off her tits, it felt weird it calling them

her tits, not Lucy's, but it was also less confusing. Erin pushed him down on
the bed and gestured him to crawl up. This was it, Erin thought, stripping Jack
of his sweatpants; this is what modern women do. She kneeled between his legs,
staring at the bulge. Her hand trembled as she felt his cock through the
underwear, thick and hard already. Inhaling loudly, Erin pulled out his cock,
groaning as it throbbed in her hand.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Lucy said, her words

echoing in Erin's head.

Erin stared at Jack as her fingers slid up and down his

shaft. She pumped his cock for a while but then stopped, her fingertips
wandering to the tip. Erin felt a running, pale liquid ooze from his head. Her
eyes widened, and her face dropped. Lucy spoke again, explaining that it was
okay and no, Jack hadn't cum already. It was just precum. Smiling, Erin dipped
her finger and brought it to her mouth.

"God, that's so hot," Jack said, groaning.

"I like the taste." Erin grinned.

She dropped her head and brushed her lips against the tip.

Erin looked up and gave him a wink; she then kissed it again. Her tongue slid
past her lips and probed his bulb. Hearing Jack's moans, Erin got braver and
opened her mouth and swallowed his cock. He twitched in her mouth as Erin
engulfed another inch.

"Yes;"

Erin remembered catching him and Lucy together. The jealousy

she felt seeing him with another woman and how Lucy pleased him with her mouth.
The same sounding moans were now coming out of Jack. Erin was eager for more.

She slurped on his sore head, sucking on the leaking precum.

Erin got an idea and used her tongue, running it from his base to his aching
bulb. His cock now wet and slick with her spit. Erin slid the head back in her
mouth, now swirling her tongue and tasting more precum. With Jack groaning and
playing with her hair, Erin could tell she was doing a good job. It made her
braver.

Erin had watched in horror as Lucy swallowed Jack's cock,

her snub nose rubbing against his crotch. She wanted that. Lucy's words echoed
in her head, advising her to take it slow, control her gag-reflex and breathe
through her nose. She also told Erin to hum, saying that guys love the vibrations
when humming while keeping him deep down her throat.

She bobbed her head on his cock, saliva wetting her mouth

and trickling down from her lips. Erin then gripped his knees and took Jack
deeper into her mouth. Both she and Jack were moaning louder and louder as Erin
swallowed more of his cock. But his tip hit the back of her throat, and it was
too much; she choked and gagged.

Jack slowly pulled her off his cock and gave her a gentle

smile. It was a pity smile. Erin didn't want it; she wanted to master
deep-throating a man, partly for his pleasure, but mainly for her own. Erin
swiped the spit from her chin and French-kissed the tip. His cock dripping with
her saliva, she opened her mouth and slowly took him in.

Erin puffed out her cheeks and remembered to breathe through

her nose, swallowing more of Jack's veiny shaft. She looked up and locked eyes
with him, Jack looking dumbstruck with this big stupid grin. He was enjoying
it, and it turned Erin on. She felt her gag reflex relax and her throat muscle
loosen. Tightening her grip on his legs, Erin gulped more and more of his cock
until she felt his balls slap against her chin. Then she started to hum.

"Oh fuck, Erin!"

Jack grunted and dug his fingers into the mattress. She is

incredible. Her throat muscles squeezed and forced his cock, while her humming
making it throb uncontrollably. Erin then gently bobbed her head, working her
tongue as she thrust down his cock. Muffled moans escaped her lip, making him
shudder. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Erin then pulled back, running her lips and teeth over his

shaft as she slid his cock out. She gave a puffy tip a long, deep kiss. Her
tongue extended out and probed the bulb with it, teasing it to Jack's delight.
He grunted again, eyes tightly shut as she flicked his tip with her tongue.

"That's so fucking hot!" Lucy screamed, sounding

like she was edging closer to an orgasm. "But you need to stop. Jack needs
to cum inside you and we don't have time."

Erin nodded; she was right. Another time, maybe. "We

need to have;"

Jack interrupted her, pulling her up on the bed and

instantly attacking her mouth. Her body may have changed, but she was still his
Erin, and he had a carnal hunger for her. Jack quickly had his arms around her,
holding Erin close to him as their tongues fought.

She moaned as they kissed and wanted more. Her sensitive

nipples pressed into his firm chest added to the sensation. But Erin had to
break away; she needed to lose the panties. Her urgency reminded Jack about the
limited time they had ;  they had an hour at max, maybe. He pulled his
knees up, his painfully hard cock swinging as he squirmed out of his remaining
clothes.

Now naked, Erin looked down and found that Lucy was

completely bare between her legs. She remembered the videos that Lucy and Jack
had shown her; it was common for women her age. If or when she had her body
back, Erin was going to do the same.

Her eyes were drawn to Jack's cock, rock hard still wet from

her spit and pointing to the ceiling. An intense craving developed; Erin needed
to have that cock deep inside her again. Lucy spoke to her, saying that there
was doggy-style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary. Erin was lost with
the labels and descriptions, but she knew what she wanted to do.

"I'm going to ride him," she said out loud, slowly

smiling.

Erin placed her hand on his chest and swung her legs over,

slowly straddling him. She let out a gasp as she gripped his rigid pole; it
felt like it was pulsing in her fingers. Erin exhaled again; her eyes closed as
the tip against her lips. Taking a deep breath, Erin lowered herself onto his
rock-hard cock.

"Oh, Lord!" Erin groaned, arching her back and

gasping for air. His cock felt thicker than last time.

Her hips slowly dropped, grunting as Jack's cock stretched

her out. She took a long inhale of air as her pussy swallowed the thick,
throbbing shaft inch by inch. Erin finally breathed out when she felt the firm
curves of her ass press down on his balls, and he was completely buried in her
cunt. She whimpered as her inner muscles tightened around the cock.

"Yes," Erin said as she slowly moved her hips.

She gently rode him, sliding her pussy up on his shaft until

just his head was inside, then pushing her ass down. Erin had her palms on Jack's
shoulders, slowly increasing her rhythm. She loved this, taking control of sex
instead of being so passive, setting the pace. Telling her pussy to clench and
massaging Jack's punishing cock as she slowly fucked him.

Jack was losing his mind, not wanting to cum, which was

getting really hard to prevent. The way she deliberately rode his cock,
twisting her hips after each stroke, making him moan with delight and his
cockhead throb. All that porn Erin had been consuming was working. He then
grabbed her ass, squeezing her/Lucy's firm cheeks.

"Oh, Lord," Erin said, "Oh, Jack!"

Erin then pushed her legs up and leaned forward, shallowly

fucking Jack's cock. He said yes over and over, and Erin grinned, knowing that
she was doing something right. She lowered her head and pressed her tits firmly
against his chest, and they tenderly kissed.

Erin then cried as she rode him harder and faster. She

bounced on his rigid cock, her large tits shaking with her hopping body, while
the sound of Erin's ass slapping against his balls drowned out her own moans.
It felt so good.

"Lucy," Erin said, breathless. "Lucy wants

you to play with her tits. Oh, yes. Our; our friend is very perverted."

Jack quickly reached up and grabbed both of her bouncing

tits. If he had to guess, he figured that Lucy was blessed with a pair of taut
C-cups. The nipples felt harder than he had ever experienced before, pushing
deep into his palms. Erin gasped as he pinched on her nipples, shuddering above
him, slamming on his cock while also squeezing her cunt around it tighter.

"More! More, Jack!" Erin said, crying out,

"Please. Please; fuck me; us!"

Jack grinned; he loved this dirty side to her. He quickly

let go of her tits, and gently pushed her down; they were now in a
man-missionary position. With their eyes locked, Jack thrust his hips and
stroked his cock in short, frantic burst.

"Oh, Lord. Yes!" Erin cried out, shaking her head.

For Jack's sake, she rested her hands on the mattress, not

on his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into the memory foam. She trembled
above him, taken back from his onslaught. She wanted more, and her shrill
whimpers egged him on.

Wherever Lucy was, she too wanted more. Erin could hear the

medium's panting cries; Lucy, like her, was edging closer to a massive orgasm.
She could imagine Lucy in that room she said before, naked and fingering
herself. Just that thought made Erin more on edge.

"Oh Jack; oh Lord; Yes!"

Erin threw her head back and yelled. Her eyes firmly shut;

her face scrunched up in eager anticipation for a massive release. She and Lucy
were so incredibly close. She violently clutched on his sheets, slamming her
ass down on Jack's rampaging cock.

"Oh my;" Erin said, "I;"

Her brain stopped working, and quick yelps replaced her

words. Her tits shook against Jack's chest. This is it. Her hot pussy clenched
his cock and spasmed around it. Erin shrieked in orgasmic fervor, her Irish
accent getting stronger with every cry.

"Oh, Lord," she said, weakly groaning, "That

was good."

Jack grunted, shocked that Erin's intense orgasm and her

convulsions hadn't made him cum. Taking deep breaths, he stayed still, not
moving an inch as he watched Erin's crashed body slowly ride out her orgasm. He
then raised his hands to her waist and slowly fucked her still-trembling cunt.

Hugging her firmly, Jack now madly thrust his cock but got a

limited response from Erin. She still had her eyes closed, and soft moans
escaped her lips. He threw his hips up, hammering his cock in her wet pussy,
but couldn't last any longer. His balls spasmed and groan, that was more like a
roar.

"I'm going to cum, Erin. Fuck!" he said, feeling

his cum about to erupt from his tip.

Erin suddenly woke and raised herself up. Their lips met again,

groaning in each other's mouths as Jack's cock spurted thick ropes of cum in
Erin's possessed body. He held her close as his cum flooded her cunt, still
thrusting his hips, eking out more jizz from his balls.

Erin writhed on top of him, suddenly full of energy, she

wanted more. She passionately kissed him while rubbing her borrowed tits
against his chest. It felt wicked and sinful, but Erin missed having her womb
filled with cum, especially since it belonged to Jack.

They rode out Jack's orgasm, and when he was finally spent,

they collapsed into each other. Both exhausted. Their eyes locked together, and
Jack noticed that Lucy's body was a bit different. The irises in her eyes were
now green, not blue. Maybe the ritual was working. Ignoring that, Jack leaned
in and tenderly kissed her. Erin moaned and kissed him back. Both were still
dealing with the lingering effects of their orgasms, with tiny trembles of
delight vibrated through their bodies. They closed their eyes and felt tired.

"Oh, shit!" Jack said, but couldn't do anything

and instantly fell asleep.

To be continued. Based on a post by zeon 67.

For Literotica.

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