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Ghost
By : c0p13r
Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female
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            He watched her always. He’d strained for years to resist the calm of passing on, but he needed to be sure that his sister was alright. Very few times, he could come in handy, cheering her on during studying and hardships; all of which she conquered, and he liked to believe his positive energies had helped in some way. He liked to think of himself as a guardian angel. Her guardian angel, always watching.
            But he noticed when she began to bloom into womanhood. Her chest stretched out her uniform and shirts, and he tried to think of her as still his baby sister. But floating constantly and alone festered with need and curiosity. She could neither see nor feel him, not like that boy she told him about – whom he searched out and studied for a lengthy time.
            But what mattered was how she grew now. Sora had drifted into her lonely apartment like a wandering stranger revisiting a home from a lifetime ago. He looked around, not quite sure what he expecting to find. Then the bathroom door opened, bright light flooding the dimness, trailers of steam casting around her like flowing clouds; and she stood there in naked glory, wringing her hair of moisture while absently holding a towel to her bosom.
            If she was expecting company, she was well prepared to swing the towel around her buxom form for some appropriation. As far as she knew, she was alone and did not see her brother floored by her beauty.
            So long ago they had taken baths together until he died. Harmless, completely harmless. If they had done so now… His ghost cock had hardened at once to see her like this. The child’s chest had burst fully into a woman’s bust, her slim body trimmed with lush and flattering curves, and a bush of fine auburn hair had flourished neatly around her snatch.
            “Hm?” Her gray eyes observed the emptiness ahead of her. Had something fallen? “Is someone there?” she asked, not sounding at all like someone being intruded upon.
            Sora chewed on his bottom lip, staring hopelessly at the line between her squished-up breasts now concealed by the towel. He had only a second to memorize the shape and color of her nipples. Groaning, he grabbed the ridge that had risen against the inseam of his slacks. “Yes…” he answered her like she would hear.
            “You know I’m here.”
            Sora jolted, a ghost shocked by a voice from the darkness.
            The friend he knew as Arisawa Tatsuki stepped out from the dark of the kitchen, leering at her with that cocky smirk. She held up the key that had let her intrude before the ghost had wandered in. “You gave me this for a reason.”
            Orihime crimsoned, tucking her chin in a little as her best friend approached her. “I… You didn’t call.”
            Tatsuki snatched away the towel, immediately grabbing hold of one of the tits bouncing in its sudden freedom. Her fingers sunk deep; as soft as they looked, though Sora could not know. The nipple was in the gap between forefinger and thumb, a tight oval of pink from the shower. It was pinched and twisted enough to make his sister whimper. She submitted swiftly to the black-haired girl, bullied against the doorframe of her bathroom. “We could do it right here,” Tatsuki suggested in a deep, lusty voice. Her other hand went down between Orihime’s legs, trekking amongst the fur to find the moist slit and rub a finger through the petals.
            “Tatsuki-chan,” Orihime whined as the digit prodded at her insides and her nipple stung from being pinched and twisted. She murmured low, unheard by Sora, but he could guess that she made a request for the bedroom; Tatsuki grabbed her by the hand and led her away from the pile of towels.
            Sora swiftly followed through the door that Tatsuki closed and locked.
            The tough girl quickly rid herself of her clothes; the vest and the short-cropped top that exposed her midriff, no bra to speak of, and kicked off her cargo pants and black panties. Her breasts were not so large as his voluptuous sister’s, but that didn’t stop him from eyeing her perversely. Would he have tried anything if he had lived? He didn’t know the answer. Dead and invisible to them, it was easy to bring out his cock and start rubbing it as he watched.
            As quickly as Orihime had gone down on the futon mat, Tatsuki was upon her, lavishing their lips upon one another, both moaning as Tatsuki took aggressive possession of Orihime’s left breast. “Tatsuki-chan,” Orihime gasped out the uncovered corner of her mouth when her candy pink nipple was tweaked. Tatsuki answered with a chortle and dove downward to inspect the heavy, heavenly mounds orally. She circled the right nipple gently; eager as she was, she knew how to tease her tender friend. Sure enough, the buxom sister squirmed swiftly.
            Sora dragged at his cock, groaning deep at the sight, witnessing the distinct contraction of the round nipple into a tight oval, the bud risen from its areola. They must have been delicious; he supposed so by how fervently Tatsuki went at it after her teasing tickling. Her mouth pulled at the nipple, pulled at the breast, and Orihime bit down on a knuckle to keep from testing the seclusion from her neighbors.
            “Oh, Orihime…” Sora continued to stroke himself, watching his little sister writhe in pleasure as her friend alternated breasts. The pulse of his eager cock nearly convinced him he was alive. The body of the spirit worked, but there remained a hollowness at his heart that would remind him that he left the living world – and his sister – behind.
            Tatsuki was certainly strong. One-handed, she held Orihime down, preventing too much flailing, and for good reason; her free hand coursed swiftly to the forest of auburn hair and the pink gash within. Her fingers worked Orihime quick enough, though Orihime had always been quick to reception, her excitement flowing out of her already, her tunnel inviting the digits in. They sunk in with the first nudge, bringing Tatsuki to moan against the pillow of flesh like she had slipped a more sensitive appendage into Orihime’s snatch.
            Orihime’s cunt was certainly starved, welcoming Tatsuki to press in up to her knuckles before clamping down. The fingers tested her, though, pumping in and out first to make room before scissoring and curling up to a familiar spot that had Orihime arching hardest against Tatsuki’s weight.
            While doting on Orihime’s needs, Tatsuki was unknowingly exposed. On her knees, bowing across Orihime’s body to suck on her breasts, she gave a flattering view to the older brother, who had shown interest only in the other until this point. But faced so boldly, the brother who never had time to search for companionship in life now ogled the bounty presented. How he wished he was flesh and blood again… He would have crept into his sister’s room regardless to peep at the show and…
            His cock hurt, but what could he do with it? He was nigh on intangible, floating through walls without effort. Even if he lined up…
            He was on his knees behind Tatsuki, lining up his cock with her entrance. Hers was wet as Orihime’s, but hair was more sparse; shaved back and contained to a small flare of black above her slit. “I don’t know,” he murmured, though he had no qualms about it. He wanted to shove into this girl who didn’t know him, fuck her hard for playing with his sister, and end inside all the same. But he dreaded not feeling it.
            He edged forward, but Tatsuki’s quim shifted off course when Orihime jolted against her. “Almost!” he heard his sister squeal, to which Tatsuki gave a reply up against her breast. He had feared for a moment he had lost his chance, or that his chance did not exist.
            But he felt wetness that was not drooling precum. It was the friend’s vaginal lips, and then he felt the brush of her pubic hair when her mound moved again. It couldn’t be! He did not understand the forces at work, the process of a soul drawing power from reishi to become tangible, but if he could feel, he could try.
            “Ah! Wha-what’s that?!”
            Orihime, panting underneath, opened her eyes to see Tatsuki swinging her head around, trying to peep something in the empty room with them. “Tatsuki-chan?”
            Tatsuki faced forward, looking baffled and very concerned. “It… it feels like there’s someone here. Yah!” She sent out a quivering yell when that hot chill struck her again. There was something in the air, and something in the pit of her belly that alerted her, along with a strange buzzing in the back of her head that she felt when around Ichigo, particularly at gravesites.
            She feels it too… Sora set his phantom hands upon the curve of her hips, locking her in place. His head had already wedged between the labia. Carefully, concentrating, he edged in to fill her out. His resounding cry of virginity finally lost echoed in the material world like a far-off howl of a distant beast.
            “It’s going in me~!” Tatsuki moaned, arching her back, moaning as the phallic something shaped her insides. “What is it~?!” She collapsed onto Orihime, resting her face in between her tits as the strange force began to pump her backside to a building rhythm.
            “Tatsuki-chan? Tatsuki-chan, what is-mpph!” Orihime’s concerns melted to Tatsuki’s mouth and tongue. Whatever possessed her, Tatsuki was giving over to it, convinced by the pleasure. In little time, she was working her way back to the invisible thrusting, remembering the way she would buck into the dildo stuck to the shower wall at home.
            C-cup breasts rolled against the larger Double-Ds, sweat-slick skin gliding smoothly against one another. Orihime’s nipples were happy pink, but Tatsuki’s were brown and kept a round shape even when aroused. Sora tried to grab them – one or the other, it did not matter – but when he did, he slipped, almost falling through Tatsuki. Best not stretch his mind too much, he told himself, returning only to pounding Tatsuki’s tight hole. Enjoy what he can.
            “It feels incredible,” Tatsuki gasped, her mouth sloppy with strands of spit between hers and Orihime’s lips.
            Orihime hugged her. She did not understand, but if Tatsuki-chan was not in danger of being harmed, she was glad for it. Strange things occurred, she always thought, though she had a twisted perception of reality.
            Sora was certain he’d blow up into Tatsuki’s canal, but he stalled ponderously. He shouldn’t consider it. He should finish inside the friend, yet seeing Orihime beneath him and Tatsuki… Her quim was exposed, thick thighs invitingly open though his ephemeral form needn’t space. He swore at himself, his lacking of willpower, and took out his cock. Tatsuki’s cunt gaped for a moment before her snatch tightened up again.
            A head seeping precum ran down the slit of his sister’s pussy, ruffling the pubic hair just slightly as he made himself slant against her. He heard her gasp to her friend, and Tatsuki clutched both of her hands, linking fingers and locking them above her head, leaving her bosoms exposed. Sora took no pause, piercing into Orihime with steady force, groaning out so loud that the room rumbled with his forlorn lust. If he could only leave something inside of her…
            “Ah! Ahh~! Tatsuki-chan, I…! I can feel it!”
            Tatsuki nodded frantically, busying herself by necking her friend and strumming her fingers back and forth against Orihime’s swollen clit. Eventually, she took to grinding, moaning and grunting as she rubbed her pelvis into Orihime’s, meeting their pussies messily while the phantom cock purged the one beneath.
            “I… I always want to be there for you, Orihime!” Sora panted out, rushing his hips into his sister’s. He reached through Tatsuki – inducing a chill within her – and grabbed both of Orihime’s lunging tits. “I’ll always be here!!” He could not forestall his built-up orgasm. His balls ejected the ghostly sperm and placed it within Orihime’s womb to cross the worlds of living and dead. Orihime felt something like a warm tingle, but she could not guess what it was. Tatsuki-chan knew her body too well; she was cumming before she could question the alarming feeling.
            “I’ll be here… forever!” wailed the wayward spirit, jutting his cock all the way into her, expending the rest of his cum and trading his heart for lust and forlorn pleasure. His jaw stretched as he screamed, reverberations knocking stuffed animals from their shelves and tossing the girls from their rapture.
            Like acid, his face melted into a mask. And like a wire, he was long and wiry and stuff…
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Well, that ending didn’t go quite as planned. Originally, it was going to be Orihime masturbating while Sora watched, and he followed the dildo in with his dick and came on her face. But I decided a loosely ‘canon’ finish. One more ‘Ghost’ story!
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Ghost	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 6008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘BLEACH’ and make no profit from this story.

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